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kedsandtubesocks · 8 months

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cowboys like us

Bull Rider!Din Djarin x F!Reader x Bronco Rider!Jack Daniels

summary: one cowboy is already a challenge, but two is either going to be your best blessing or worst curse

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern rodeo cowboys AU, Din is still a papa and has his baby, light discussion of the rodeo and events, light angst & miscommunication with eventual resolution, Jack & his sweet talk with calling reader ‘baby, honey, sugar,” bar scene with moments of drinking, heavy making out, intense grinding & dry humping, spicy moments, M/M/F & M/M dynamics, polyamorous exploration that leads to eventual poly relationship

word count: 5.9k

a/n: welcome to the first fic of the ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series! I know, I know, this is such a strange combo & AU but I’m such a sucker for cowboy Din and of course Jack decided to barge in and here we are lol, the biggest and deepest thank you’s go to @perotovar @lowlights @nothoughtsjustmeds & @beskarandblasters - this wouldn’t be here without y’all and I’m so eternally grateful…and to you if you’re reading this thank you so much

You wonder if maybe you’ve unknowingly slipped into a strange country song and not realized it.

Popcorn litters the floor all around. The plastic arena seat is a bit uncomfortable. A drunk woman behind you almost spilled beer on you but apologized profusely. There are more cowboy hats here than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

But as you sit in this strange existence a voice over the loudspeaker comes and sparks up your soul. As the announcer’s voice booms, loud screams swallow up the air of the stadium.

You spot him already climbing onto the bronco and your heart jumps into your throat.

“The man smooth as whiskey!” The announcer screams clear and booming with an accented southern pride.

“Give it up for Jack Daniels!”

Shrill shrieks erupt fanatically loud as if the place now morphes into a boy band concert instead of a rodeo competition.

That is until the alarm sounds. The chute opens, and the ride begins.

Focusing on Jack is chaotic. The bronco bucks frenzied trying to throw the cowboy off with a wild strength. His black Stetson hat goes flying and your stomach drops at how rapidly his body whips around. Back and forth, back and forth, he tries holding on with simply one hand.

It’s terrifying. It’s hypnotic.

Then it’s over fast.

The beautiful horse flings off Jack and he lands on the dirt. You clutch the edge of your plastic seat. The horse continues bucking and your mind rushes to the worst case scenario of the creature’s strong might rearing down on Jack.

Then the cowboy springs up like nothing.

A smile even illuminates his handsome face and it ignites the crowd into a gleeful roar.

You don’t even know if he did good. You barely understand the point system or average or whatever it is.

The horse thankfully settles and Jack struts away effortless.

Suddenly Jack’s salt of the earth eyes flick up. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on you.

The seat you’re in sits close to the edge of the arena, on the floor just right outside the ring.

Then, with all the confidence of a man whose job it is to ride a bucking bronco, Jack blows you a kiss.

The drunk woman behind you along with her friends scream their heads off thinking he blew the kiss to them. Maybe he did. He’s a damn flirt. You even glance backward to see one of the girls, very drunk, tries to calm herself down from freaking out.

Jack now walks heads to the side to exit. His eyes however stay glued to you. And the minute you turn back to stare at him…he winks.

Then he vanishes.

This cowboy might be this event’s closer, but this isn’t the end of the rodeo for you. The incoming bull rides shift the air. It’s considered another heavy hitter main event and the anticipation bubbles.

Unlike Jack, who arrives like a firecracker ready to brighten up any room he enters, this cowboy emerges like a shadow.

Keeping his head down, it doesn’t help that a protective mask covers his handsome face. However, the energy radiating off the cowboy’s deadly focus composure is like a quiet storm on the horizon.

He stays silent, doesn’t even lift his eyes up, almost in a focused trance.

“Mr. Silent and Deadly himself… Din Djarin!” The announcers boom out his name.

Then you watch as the man becomes a myth, one who tames a wild force of nature.

Din and bull fly out of the chute with a choking force.

In the same way your breath stopped watching Jack getting bucked around, the same dizzying panic fills you as Din battles the same force.

He stubbornly stays on, rides as the bull thrashes around. You wonder if this is where some mythologies stem from because it is something unreal watching this man move with this powerful creature.

The crowd hoots and hollers cheering Din on. You stay petrified in your seat.

Then the ride finishes fast.

Din flies off the bull and your breathing stops. Rapidly the trainers along with other cowboys scramble to settle the bull and check on Din. The bull rider casually rises up unbothered, unshaken, and the crowd goes wild.

You exhale a loud shaken sigh of relief. Your body feels like jello, as if fear has finally been exorcized from your body leaving you a boneless mess.

Suddenly Din rips the guard mask off and all attention falls to him. Sweat adds a shine to his face and his hair is a tousled mess but he’s never looked more gorgeous.

“What the fuck?! Dude, he’s hot too?!” Someone squawks out.

The ladies sitting behind you of course notice Din and squeal out feverishly. Unlike Jack, an actual peacock who owns the crowd basking in the attention, Din’s face stays lowered with his eyes averted shyly.

Until his dark eyes suddenly flicker up, like a viper peering out from a cave. His eyes find you surprisingly fast.

You and him simply stare at each other. Then so quickly Din averts his eyes away again and heads off.

The shakiest exhale leaves you.

Your heartbeat drums loud in your ears as if you were the one who just finished the wild rides. And maybe you did in your own way.

“Oh my fucking god!” Behind you one of the girls screams. “So many hot cowboys! Like, how the fuck do you pick just one?!”

Alcohol drenches her playful words. However, to you they become barbed and catch on your heart. Because how do you pick between two handsome cowboys different as day and night.

“Babe!” One of the girls giggles. “That’s the secret, you don’t pick just one! You have ‘em all!”

She howls a wild laugh and the others scream scandalized but gleeful. One of them even jokingly says ‘so you gotta catch ‘em all like pokemon!’ which almost makes you laugh.

But the words hang in your heart like a rusting anchor.

Grabbing your bag, you head out. Arriving at the backstage area of the arena, you flash the visitor’s access pass to security who lets you through. You’ve only done this a few times before but your heart still races getting this type of entrance.

Earlier today Din said he’d wait for you after in the small rest waiting room. When you open the door, you stumble upon a sight.

Jack's hand firmly holding Din’s face -

As the two men passionately kiss each other.

Jack’s taller than Din, slightly, not by much. Din’s build however is firmer, solid, compared to Jack’s sleek stature.

Immediately they both break away from each other as if electrocuted.

Din and Jack’s eyes catch sight of you and their faces fall. Din whispers your name out while Jack stays silent.

Reality rams into you like a released wild bull.

Because you realize you’ve interrupted them. You're barging in, an actual third wheel.

You want to move, want to say something. But you can’t even imagine what. It clicks that you read this whole situation wrong. Maybe neither of them actually held feelings for you.

A sudden loud knock on the wall makes you and the cowboys practically jump.

One of the event announcers pops his head in casually.

“Hey sorry, but you’re needed out back Djarin.” He says to Din then leaves.

Even with the surprise arrival and then departure, the thick tension doesn’t leave the air. If anything it’s caused a strange vacuum to form.

Jack now breathes out your name hesitantly. Yet, his eyebrows are furrowed hard, concerned and upset. Din’s dark eyes shine so visibly soaked with worry.

Before you can even say anything one of Jack’s main coaches and manager, Champ, waltzes in. He’s a striking presence that draws all the focuses to him

Champ whistles loud. “Who died in here?”

No one says a word.

“Alrighty then,” Champ shrugs, not wanting to dive into whatever he senses.

“Daniels come on,” he urges. “I ain’t waiting anymore. They’re probably waiting for you too Dinny.”

Champ’s nickname for Din, which Din himself detests, makes you smirk and brightens your spirit for a moment.

But the awful tension stays sticking to your skin allowing a poison to seep in.

“Hey there, sweet pea.” Champ nods his head acknowledging you. With a weak smile you nod back.

You politely excuse yourself and leave.

The walk out of the arena is the longest of your life.

Everything you just saw flashes through your mind a rapid flip picture book. You can process what you saw but can’t fully grasp it.

Even outside, the roar of the rodeo swirls around even in you.

You might have wandered into a country song earlier but you didn’t realize it was going to be a heartbreak one.

You met Din first in a grocery store parking lot.

It had been a total accident. Literally. You had gotten into a small fender bender with him in the parking lot of a grocery store.

He drove the oldest silver Honda Civic ever still existing and still can’t believe it didn’t even manage to take a hit. You were also horrified when you saw there was a baby sleeping away in the car.

Yet the entire time Din was so kind and concerned about your wellbeing.

You didn’t realize it then, but that shy and very handsome scruffy man with his ancient Honda Civic would change the orbit of your life.

Because that day you accidentally collided with a cowboy, it opened your world like a vast desert horizon.

Jack arrived soon after.

If Din was the soft daybreak, then Jack came in like a dust devil.

Though they competed in two different categories, you discovered many rodeo circuits crossed paths.

When you went to visit Din months ago at the ranch housing many of the cowboys for training, that’s when you first met Jack.

He walked straight up to you and asked if you were lost because he was concerned heaven was missing an angel.

He hasn’t shut his mouth since.

Before it was simply you and Din. But Jack is a force that seems to barge his way in like the wild broncos he rode.

He is shameless in flirting. He often playfully touches yours and Din’s cheeks often, or casually drapes himself over you or his fellow cowboy.

Din on the other hand is quietly sweet. He routinely sends you photos of the sunrises of all the cities he travels to.

So opposite, they almost are like the sun and moon.

You began caring for them fiercely and fell so fast.

But now, you contemplate if you simply played yourself a fool becoming your own rodeo clown.

All the ideas, all the heavy conflict of having to pick between the two of them, taste bitter on your tongue. You take a long swing of your drink to hopefully wash it away. It doesn’t.

Din texted you asking to please meet him here at this bar near the secondary training arena and now you wait.

It’s lively tonight. Even after being thrown into the world of cowboys, or rodeo circuits, sitting in the honky tonk bar feels as if you’re on another planet. The music thankfully has a nice beat so you enjoy the song playing.

Someone slides in besides you, not even sitting on the bar stool.

“You seem lonely.” The voice of a stranger.

Besides you, a lanky college freshman looking guy leans against the bar staring at you.

“Just waiting for a friend.” You politely answer.

“Well, maybe you’d like some company waiting?”

You’re about to decline when a looming presence arrives at your back.

“Sorry there buckaroo, but this lovely peach is taken for the night.”

Jack’s smooth voice rings out and shocks your system.

The stranger’s face drops comedically fast and the punk scrambles away without another word.

You turn around and it isn't just Jack behind you but Din is as well.

Jack wears his black cowboy hat and you’re surprised to see Din in one as well. He rarely wears his Stetson but it transforms him.

In typical western, the dark midnight cowboy hats are that of the outlaws, the bandits. One of Din’s managers, an older man named Cobb Vanth, once told you that.

And maybe these two are.

Yet, even as bandits, they stand before you like two country romance song dreams. The kaleidoscopic lights dance and radiate off them.

Din mutters your name with hesitation swirling in his eyes.

Panic prickles against your skin. You’re not ready yet.

So you turn to the bartender and order three rounds.

“Honeypie, we gotta talk.” Jack says low, strikingly somber.

Shaking your head, you swallow hard. “Not now. I just…can we just please…just wait for a moment.”

Please let’s just enjoy this false dream a little longer, is what your heart whispers out.

“Of course.” Din mutters and they both move to sit on either side of you, a sort of barricade you’re already missing.

The drinks come and in a nervous quiet move you and the cowboys cling your glasses together. Everyone tosses the shot back. The tequila burns and helps slightly.

You decide if this a goodbye to this dream, you want to at least enjoy it a bit tipsy. So you order another round.

“Careful.” Din urges, ever the cautious one.

“Come on.” You now perk up. “You two both scored high yesterday! We gotta celebrate.”

Which is true. Even with your brewing heartbreak, you still got excited seeing their scores from the app alert. Because that’s the person you’ve become. You have apps on your phone dedicated to rodeo cowboy scores. Well, you might be deleting those apps soon.

You move to take the next shot.

You raise your glass to your two dear cowboys - the ones who you text everyday, the ones you try facetiming as much as you can, your dearest friends.

And maybe that’s all they will be.

You toast to their scores and to them.

Din’s eyes hold a pained shine in them that makes your heart twist. Jack instead wears a rather terrifying steeled up composed face.

You feel empty taking this shot and only Jack throws his back with you. Din even doesn’t touch his drink.

This time the tequila goes down warm and numbing.

The alcohol begins to work its confidence magic in you as you tease Din for not wanting to drink with you. He however glares at you and you’re reminded of an unwavering mesquite tree.

Maybe this is a bad decision.

You can’t be selfish about this. These two found each other. All those moments you thought they had feelings you simply had read the situation wrong.

“Look,” you sigh now, deflated. “I’m sorry-”

Jack suddenly smacks his hand against the bar countertop. It’s aggressively firm, a loud startling whack of a noise.

“Dancin’.” Jack declares loudly. “We’re gonna dance.”

“What? You and him?” You ask over the music.

“No.” Jack snaps. “We’re all goin’. So get your asses up.”

Din scoffs.

Jack, with firm hands yanking on yours and Din’s sleeves, actually drags everyone to the dance floor.

You can’t comprehend what’s happening. The floor is heavily crowded and no one notices three more additions.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can’t dance.”

Both you and Din fling out the same hurried replies to Jack.

He barks a laugh.

“It ain’t about being good at dancin’. S’about feelin’ the music, feelin’ the beat.” He yells back and then instantly transforms into a commanding force.

Sliding behind you, Jack turns you around to face Din.

His and your eyes go wide.

Jack then reaches to yank at Din’s dusty jacket, effectively pulling him forward -

Straight to your front.

Your heart hammers loud in your ears, so loud it drowns out the music blaring.

“Relax.” Jack purrs out. “Just…feel.”

You want to bark back about how that’s easier said than done. But your tongue gets tied up so badly you can’t form words.

Then one of Jack’s solid hands moves to your hips while the other reaches across to rest against Din’s shoulder.

You’re locked into them.

Jack begins to move you slowly.

The music shifts into something sultry, almost aching to be a slow dance, but a lively beat keeps it moving. You didn’t even think country songs could have this kind of vibe. Even though Jack mainly guides your hips, you already start swaying to the beat on your own.

That’s when Jack slowly bumps and nudges his hip against yours, fully pressing you closer to Din.

The position isn’t lost on you. It’s undeniably intimate, overly sexual, and you’re worried how this looks to others in the bar.

Then Din presses forward firmer against you and your mind blanks for a moment. Now sandwiched between a cowboy canyon, a dangerous heat burst from your chest.

Jack moves his nose against your face.

“Relax gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”

Your eyes hazing over flicker to Din who stares out with a deep desire swimming in his eyes. Cautiously his hands now move to rest on your hips. One of them goes on top of Jack’s.

You swallow hard and pray the lingering liquid courage will bless you.

Deliberately, sensually, your hips wiggle and grind between the two of them. You might not be properly dancing right or even swaying to the beat, but desire is the one guiding your body.

Many times nights alone in your bed you've thought of them like this with you. And now, you’re here caught in the sticky heart of that passionate desire.

Din dives forward and presses his face against yours.

Jack groans as his nose buries into your hair. Their cowboy hats create a sort of cover over you casting a shade against the glittering bar lights.

You’re literally under their shadow.

“Oh baby.” Jack whimpers.

Your hands, which you awkwardly kept close to your chest almost afraid to touch this dream and have it pop like a soap bubble, now tingle. You want to touch them both as much as you can.

So one of your hands slides up to hold onto Jack’s face while your other runs up Din’s broad chest to his shoulder. Your hips continue to sway and grind between them.

Then, like a spark ignited, something shifts.

Maybe it’s more people crowding in on the dance floor, or the heat finally bubbling over, but you’re suddenly squished firmly between them, practically glued together. Din’s face, his striking nose, presses against yours while Jack burrows the side of his face against your cheek.

They purposely rut into you. You think this is maybe the closest taste of what it would feel like for them to fuck you and you drown in it.

With Din and Jack, both hard, grinding against your front and back, your eyes close. A debauched sensation sinks its claws into you. It’s sinful and utterly deliriously delicious. You worry you’re about to melt.

Lust rips through you, an incinerating beast, and you bow to it.

In that haze, Din leans down and licks the sweat on your neck. His tongue against your skin, electrifies you. You ascend out of your body and moan.

Your body bucks up hard begging for attention and release only to find you’re still firmly caught between a cowboy canyon.

Jack shushes you firm but low. “G’damn y’all ‘re gonna be the death of me.”

His voice slurs, almost sounded drunk in something dangerous. Din continues licking at your neck not stopping once.

Suddenly Jack moves and shifts your body. The jostling breaks the movement and snaps you aware, like you’re slowly waking up, wearily trying to recapture your focus.

Quickly he snags your hand and Din’s. Out of reflex you clutch onto Din’s jacket. Jack, now a focused man on a mission, guides the three of you out of the crowd.

“Where are we going?” Din mutters against your face.

“Don’t know.” You answer truthfully.

You can’t tell where Jack guides you. The haze still fogging up your focus keeps you surprisingly pliant. It also doesn’t help that Din now practically drapes himself against your back, a protective cowboy like cloak. His lips continue to softly try and kiss any inch of skin he can reach.

You never thought he’d be the greedier one.

Jack guides everyone down a hallway past the restrooms. He even shouts a friendly greeting at someone. Of course he would know people here.

“Get your asses in here.” Jack now growls and his accent seems stronger.

That’s where he opens a door to a small back office type room and barrels everyone inside.

Jack’s not gentle. He almost yanks everyone in like a panicking kid trying to hide something from their parents. The door slams behind him. You’re transported into a badly lit mess of an office.

Jack whips around, pitches forward and before you can react he moves to attack your neck alongside Din.

His tongue licks a possessive strip up to your jaw then starts biting at your skin.

A wild moan escapes you as your eyes blissfully close.

You’re burning up. Your body, now molten, is only held up by your cowboys pressing flat against you. Both Jack’s mustache and Din’s faint beard scrape against your skin beautifully. Two tongues maping out your skin makes your mind evaporate. Every inch of your body screams for them.

That’s when you feel Jack drag his tongue on your neck down towards Din.

With another playful nip at your skin, Jack moves to lick against Din’s mouth still on you.

The wildest moan escapes you and you almost come right then.

Both cowboys almost kiss each other while also trying to still taste at your neck has you absolutely dizzy.

It’s hot and consumes every inch of you. You’re panting ridiculously loud and you can’t even hold back your whines or whimpers anymore. Slick pools between your thighs and sticks to your body. Your neck feels just as wet with the spit covering your skin.

Suddenly a loud aggressive bang rattles the door and your perfect illusion pops.

Panic barrels into you like a wild bull and your eyes go wide.

But your cowboys react fast. Din protectively curls his sturdy arm over you and draws you closer. Jack whips around and stands protectively in front as if to block the view.

Thankfully no one opens the door.

“Ya better not be fuckin’ on my god damn couch, Daniels!” A man howls with laughter.

“No fuckin’ way in hell.” Jack hollers back. “Not when your nasty ol’ ass calls its home.”

From the other side of the door the owner of this room laughs electrically loud. The man smacks on the door twice, an almost playfully goodbye.

The blazing heat that was melting you now simmers out like a fast dying out ember. An awkwardness settles in its place.

Your mind sorts through the heavy doubts again. Were you just a toy for them to play with? And even though a more aggressive side urges you to just enjoy and not think more into this, you don't want to be seen as just an accessory to their duo.

So slowly and quietly you untangle yourself from them.

Din mutters your name slightly confused and Jack turns around looking towards you.

“Where ya headin’ out to, peach?” Jack asks surprisingly composed.

You quietly tell them you’re gonna head home. A thick tension returns, choking the room.

Din calls your name, solid and striking.

“We need to talk.” His words are firm.

You want to make a sarcastic quip that they weren’t much for talking a few moments ago. But you don’t. You want to go home, maybe wash your skin off till you reach bone. You want to wash them away because it’s sinking in.

This last taste of desire is maybe your goodbye.

“Now why ya gotta make it sound like we’re talkin’ about a goddamn funeral, darlin’?!” Jack huffs annoyed.

Din shoots him a sharp annoyed look.

Darlin’

You’ve never heard Jack call his fellow cowboy that.

His nicknames for Din ranged from ‘pigeon’ to ‘sourpuss’ all were affectionately teasing in nature. Now the tender pet name holds the unspoken truth, as if seeing them kissing didn’t solidify it earlier.

“I’m sorry, I just…I read this wrong…” your voice becomes small and deflated. You would head home with a broken pride, but you didn’t want to be bitter about this.

Your eyes flicker up to them.

“You two… I’m glad you both found each other.” You smile weakly, the strongest attempt at being honorable and good. Yet the words turn to ash on your tongue.

You promise you’ll text them when you get home and now turn to leave again.

“The fuck s’that all about?” Jack snarls and his words snap your spine straight.

“Jack.” Din chides him sharp and your attention whips back to them a bit panicked.

Anger, along with the faintest edge of annoyance, colors Jack’s handsome face as he glares at you.

Your face scrunches up confused. What is he so upset about?

“The three of us were practically just humping like fuckin’ barn animals in heat and you wanna say shit like that?” A hot flash runs in Jack’s eye and you swear he even sounds hurt.

“Don’t say it like that.” Din glares.

Your eyes flicker between them and an edge of panic starts crawling on your skin.

“Wait, what?” You mutter out confused.

Silence suffocates the room and it feels like you’ve entered into a classic western standoff waiting to see who will strike first.

“Oh baby,” Jack’s gentle exhale shatters the moment as his eyes stare so directly at you. “Ya haven’t realized it?”

“What?” You squeak out confused.

“We’re crazy for ya… like a bunch of fools tangled up in a damn lasso.”

Jack’s words ignite a flurry of sparks within your chest that knock you breathless.

Turning towards Din, you notice his Stetson hat slid off, possibly during the heat of the moment earlier. But it allows you the clearest view of his gruff face and you think he’s never looked younger. His face is open. Hesitation and worry linger in Din’s dark road eyes reminding you of how secretly tender hearted this cowboy is.

Then Din nods so slowly, agreeing.

You almost choke on an inhale.

The sudden thought of picking between them has a fanged spike of anxiety rushing through you.

You didn’t want to pick. But, were you being selfish because of that?

Sensing your hesitation, or catching whatever emotions now flood your face, both cowboys now hesitantly move towards you.

“Talk to us, please.” Din softly urges.

Your voice cracks, tripping on itself annoyingly conflicted. But you manage to cough out that you don’t think you can pick between them. You don’t think you ever could and you’re worried your heart might not even handle it.

“Oh sweet baby,” Jack breathes out.

Suddenly the back of his hand tenderly strokes your cheek. Din gently glides his hand to your back and softly rubs you soothingly.

Your heart jumps into your throat at their sudden shift in affections.

“You don’t have to worry…or pick.” Din explains softly and with comfort.

Wait.

“You both…” you exhale shakily. “You two want me? Want us?”

For some reason, the notion of ‘us’ strikes you right then and there. That idea of you and them becoming an ‘us’ feels like the most natural progression in your mind.

Your best friend, when you told her about you and these cowboys, had cautiously asked if there was maybe a possibility of a poly type relationship happening. You immediately shot her down, not even wanting to think of the option.

But if you had been honest, a part of you started feeling guilty at the thought of wanting that. You enjoyed spending time with Jack just as much as Din. And you enjoyed spending time with them together.

Now you stand on the new ground of something beautiful waiting for you to step into.

“Sweetheart, hate to break it to ya…but we’ve been an us even before our dumbasses even realized it.” Jack snorts.

Din rolls his eyes and you snicker. But Jack is right.

Tentative date-like nights included Jack joining. Jack constantly invited both you and Din to his ridiculously lavish RV he used for the rodeo road trip days. That eventually led to days where you and Jack waited together for Din to finish. Or Din and you watching Jack practice. Din even began bringing his adoptive son over and Jack took to the baby like a fish to water.

This path you unknowingly had been on now is about to be crystalized before you and it warms every bit of your soul.

But a sharp fanged doubt suddenly gnaws at you.

“Wait,” your voice wavers. “This…this isn’t the alcohol talking right?”

Din sighs, shaking his head no but Jack answers first.

“‘Fraid not gorgeous. Been wanting this for a while.”

All worries get snipped and float out of your body leaving you so limitless.

Din leans to draw you into his side embrace and burrows his face against you.

“Sorry we didn’t discuss this sooner.” He mutters. “It all just…kind of happened.”

You understand and lean back against him. Din exhales shaky, soaked in a relief you can almost feel in your bones.

“Now, now, you two angels can’t go leavin’ out ‘ol Jack.” Of course Jack chimes in.

“Maybe it’s time we rethink this.” Din dryly comments and you laugh when Jack squawks out like a disgruntled crow.

But he effortlessly manages to borrow against both you and Din. It’s a little cluster, a soft clanging of bodies, but it’s cozy and feels right.

Someone yells outside the door laughing and your heart jumps.

“Whose office are we even in?” Din mutters out.

“Jimmy’s. Well technically mine too since I own the bar with him.” Jack casually drops.

Of course he did.

“And as cozy as it is here,” Jack adds gently. Both of their hands now intertwine against your hip.

“I say we move this little party somewhere nicer, like let’s say…my trailer?” Jack offers.

His RV is nice. Din’s is very spartan compared to Jack’s that had a full king sized bed and jacuzzi.

They truly are your sun and moon, so opposite and yet so beautifully brightening up your sky. A beautiful buoyant bliss fills you knowing you’re in their orbit, just as much as they’re in yours.

Din’s baby boy is a fidgety one. While he enjoys running around, he also loves to watch the world form anyone’s welcoming arms.

Which at the moment happens to be yours.

The baby chews happily on his favorite adorable stuffed longhorn plushie while the two of you enjoy the peace of the arena.

Without the noise, the yells and commotion of the crowd, or the sea of cowboy hats, the arena is strangely quiet, almost church-like in its own way. You understand now how it can even inspire a deep devotion.

After all, you see it through the eyes of two cowboys.

The baby happily shrieks and begins twisting in your arms. You turn to see what’s gotten his attention.

“Why howdy there my lil’ tumbleweed!” Jack warmly cries out and without hesitation scoops the sweet little boy into his arms.

The baby squeals in delight as Jack peppers him with kisses. Your heart melts at the sight.

“Don’t worry, didn’t forget about you too darlin’.” Jack winks and leans to kiss you soft now.

His mustache tickles your lips and you smirk. He also playfully and lightly smacks your bottom. You shoot him a look while Jack innocently shrugs.

“Our cowboy come out yet?” He asks.

You shake your head. Not yet. Din being ever the respectful man he is, allowed the others to use the practice bull first and took the last slot available for the practice times.

However, his team and the others arrive just as fast. Din steps out, the true silent assassin he’s regarded as. He’s memorizing to watch, so deeply focused and intense.

The baby now whines at being held and demands to be put down.

“Don’t worry I’ll watch him, you watch Din.” You reassure Jack while he places baby boy on his feet. The baby immediately waddles away, absolutely giddy to be free.

“Lil’ stinker.” Jack affectionately teases with adoration shining in his eyes.

Your eyes now watch the curious little babe you treasure so dearly. Behind you though, the training starts.

The clang of the chute being prepared and the commotion of the team getting ready fills the arena.

Then the alarm blares. The loud noise has the baby jolting in surprise. Before he can cry at the sudden noise, you quickly scurry over and swoop him back in your arms. You playfully press a loud raspberry against his sweet chubby cheeks and he giggles.

The noise of the ride erupts with the thrashing of the bull and the upheaval of the dirt.

Then, it’s all over.

“Attaboy!” Jack cries with a loud proud clap.

The baby, now fully distracted by the commotion, seems happy in your arms again as you approach Jack’s side.

Quickly your gaze goes to the arena to make sure Din’s alright.

“How did he do?” You ask about Din.

“Better! Still ain’t as good as yesterday's time but rides like these just help keep ya warm and flexible.” Jack explains.

With the bull settled, Din moves towards Vanth to discuss the ride.

Din draws his helmet up and already has so much sweat on his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is, rugged and adorably scruffy.

“Bweh!” The baby happily spots his papa and squeaks.

The noise causes all in the ring to turn towards where you three stand. Cobb Vanth grins kindly and Din’s eyes soften immediately spotting your little cheering group.

“Yeah lil cowpoke, you didn’t get to see how good your papa was, but he did great.” Jack coo’s as he softly smooths out the baby’s hair.

With a pat on the back from his manager, Din jogs over to you and Jack.

It’s unique, this new carved out existence of yours with them. But it’s beautiful and feels as if it’s always meant to be, like this has been in your veins long before you even knew.

Din reaches the edge of the ring and you and Jack shower him with praise. It’s adorable watching him get flustered at all the attention given to him, especially when you lean and Jack lean to kiss his cheeks.

“Seems like your ridin’s was a little rusty today though, cowboy.” Jack purrs. “Maybe we should all have a nice private lesson after this.”

“Hope those lessons aren’t with you. Last time you were out by the second count.” Din, like the surprisingly snarky man he is, effortlessly replies back as snatches the baby wiggling trying to for him.

Jack squawks hilariously upset and you snicker as your heart fills to the brim.

The arena is quiet, a sacred space that watches over all of you together like this. And it’s special, having this moment here with both of them.

You think there might not be many country songs about snagging two cowboys, but it’s okay.

You find this song in your heart feels eternal.

#omg first fic of the series AHHH and if you’re reading this know I’m seating you front row to this rodeo thank you forever #let’s rodeo fic series #cowboy din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #Jack Daniels x reader #Jack Daniels x f!reader #agent whiskey x reader #Din Djarin x Reader x Jack Daniels #din djarin x you #Jack 🤎#Din 🩶#cowboys like us tag

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tastefulstars · 1 year

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-----MASTERLIST-----

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

updated July 2023 // primarily writing for stranger things

Please heed all content warnings on each individual story before reading. I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere.

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The Boys Next Door - 1 / 2 / 3 / boys pov

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Your cat decides to adopt the boys that live next door, which would be fine if they weren’t so damn pretty.

Of Wolf and Man - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | You have a secret, one that’s a little more wolfish in nature.

Get In Line - 1 / 2 /

Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Your words come back to haunt you and now Billy, Eddie and Steve are making it their personal mission in life to ruin you.

All That And More - 1 / 2 /

M!Werewolf x GN!Human!Reader | Everything changed with a buzz of your intercom, a lawyer and a dead relative.

Sea of Flames - 1 / 2 /

Demon x F!Human!Reader | “if anyone here knows a group of evil insane cultists looking for a cute girl to give as a slave to a huge scary insatiable sexual demon in sacrifice during their ritual in exchange for riches and eternal life please let me know, you can give them my number"

Higher and Higher

Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Steve and Eddie want Billy’s girl, it’s a good thing Billy knows how to share.

It's Better with Three

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | You get high with Eddie and Steve, only, your plan for a relaxing night doesn’t quiet go to plan.

Love Me Deep

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | smut

Steve has a Bad Day

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader x Steve Harrington | Steve has had the worst day, you and Eddie help him relax.

Fever

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Eddie and Steve are out late, you decide to entertain yourself while you wait for them to come home.

Wanted U

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | A night out on the town ended in the arms of two handsome strangers.

Pretty Girl

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | An encounter at a bar leads to a one night stand, that leads to a spending the weekend, which just may lead to more.

Kiss the Stars/Kiss my Scars

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | angst

And I fell, I fell

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | You interview Eddie and fall in love.

First Class

Steve Harrington x F!Reader | Steve fucks you in his car.

He's with the Band

Steve Harrington x F!Reader | You intimidate Steve a little but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you.

Keep me Close

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | You get to see a side of Billy that no one else has.

You and Me

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | request fill soft!billy following around r wherever she goes.

(If this ain't love) Why Does it Feel so Good?

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | You get fed up and put Billy in his place.

Gimme Love

Jim Hopper x F!Reader | You’re fed up with being ignored so you decide to make Hopper notice you.

The Hunt

M!Werewolf x F!Reader | Running barefoot through the forest was probably a bad idea, but the adrenaline coursing through your body didn’t give you time to regret your choice.

The Summoning

M!Demon x M!Reader | A scholar attempts to change history by summoning a demon, only it doesn’t go as planned.

Bite

F!Vampire x F!Reader | A moment between a Vampire and her human lover.

Captured

Hellhound + Captured

Billy Hargrove

sub!billy being loved on

Eddie Munson | gen

playing with Eddie's hair Eddie's habit of poking his tongue out defending Eddie against bullies playing d&d with Eddie rockstar with fanboy Eddie Eddie falling in love with a badass waking up with Eddie eddie taking care of you massaging eddie nervous eddie talking about your plans

Steve Harrington | gen

waking up with Steve Steve not wanting you to get involved

Billy + Eddie + Steve | gen

confessing to wanting all of them your asshole parents confront you

Eddie + Steve | gen

being sandwiched between them they take care of you when sick doing Eddie's makeup Eddie and Reader choosing chaos realizing they all love each other reader decking someone in front of them labyrinth au

#masterlist #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #i:my writing

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1k Celebration! Summer Pool Party Playlist

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I just hit 1000 followers!!! THANK YOU!!!! This is truly mind blowing and humbling and I am eternally grateful to all of you who follow, read my stories, interact and just like to geek out over these Top Gun hotties with me! I cannot even thank you enough for all of your support and encouragement. I have met so many incredible people on Tumblr and in this fandom. I know we recently hit some dark days but even in the not so great times, it’s important to remember that there are still awesome people here and it’s not all dark days. SO…. to celebrate this milestone and to hopefully bring back some fun, happy, bright, and sunny days…. I am hosting a Summer Pool Party Writing Challenge! Let’s kick off summer with our favorite aviators!

Rules:

You can sign up for as many Songs as you’d like!

Message me with your song choice and who you’re writing for!- I will update the list so everyone knows what’s still available!

18+ Only! Minors DNI

You can submit for a series, one shots, mood boards, drabbles, etc… The point is to HAVE FUN!

Must be appropriately labeled (Smut, Angst, warnings, Fluff….etc)

HAS to include SONG in some shape or form (i.e. in the title, included in the story, lyrics in the story, etc.)

General:

Your creations are due by July 31, 2024! Tag me @bellaireland1981 and #1kPoolPartyPlaylist in your work so that I add your link to the Challenge Page!

Playlist: (Note: If you have another summer/pool party themed song in mind that isn’t on the list– message me! We can add it)

Walking on Sunshine- Katrina & The Waves

Margaritaville- Jimmy Buffet

Dance the Night- Dua Lipa

I Don’t Want This Night to End- Luke Bryan

Summer- Calvin Harris

Party in the USA- Miley Cyrus

I Wanna Dance With Somebody- Whitney Houston

One Margarita- Luke Bryan

Southbound- Carrie Underwood

I Ain’t Worried- OneRepublic

The Sound of Sunshine Going Down- Michael Frani and Spearhead

Made You Look- Meghan Trainer

Summer Days- Martin Garrix - ( @bellaireland1981 - Bradley x Reader)

Shut up and Dance- Walk the Moon

Summer Love- Justin Timberlake

I Was Made for Loving You- Oliver Heldens

Can’t Stop This Feeling- Justin Timberlake

Let’s Get Loud- Jennifer Lopez

Addicted to You- Shakira

1999- Prince

House Party- Sam Hunt

Hot Stuff- Donna Summer

Good Vibrations- Beach Boys

Love Shack- B52’s

Cake by the Ocean- DNCE

Sweet Home Alabama- Lynyrd Skynyrd

Dancing Queen- ABBA

Heat Waves- Glass Animals

Toes- Zac Brown Band

Summer Girls- LFO

Under the Boardwalk- The Drifters

California Gurls- Katy Perry - ( @startrekfangirl2233 Phoenix x Reader)

Kokomo- The Beach Boys

Watermelon Sugar- Harry Styles

Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift

Hot Fun in the Summertime- Sly and the Family Stone

Summertime Blues- Alan Jackson

(Sittin’ on) The Dock of the Bay- Otis Redding

Summer in the City- The Lovin’ Spoonful

Hot in Here- Nelly

When the Sun Goes Down- Kenny Chesney and Uncle Cracker

I Don't Know About You- Chris Lane

Let's Have a Pool Party!!!!!!

#1kPoolPartyPlaylist #bellaireland writes #top gun fanfiction #miles teller #glen powell #jake hangman seresin

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arcvmonth · 1 year

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ARC-V Month 2023 Prompt List

Starting June 15th, all works under these prompts are to be accepted and reblogged here. Any form of content is welcome, and so are late submissions! Scroll through the prompts, take your pick, and most importantly- have fun!

(Don't forget the tags and the @arcvmonth mention, though! We don't want your post to get eaten by Tumblr, now do we?)

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Day 1: Lights, Camera, Action... Duel!

We're starting off light and sweet with a simple introduction day. Present yourself, the type of content you do, or the charaters you'll be working with- anything goes, just let the audience know of you in your own way!

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Day 2: Kahyoreigetsu

Flowers, Moon, Winds, Birds. Four wonders of nature, gentle and pure, and four matching bracelets around the wrists of one girl each. For the first time in too long, today's show stars our very own quartet of Bracelet Girls, so be sure to celebrate those beautiful sweethearts!

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Day 3: Duetto of Duelist and Spirit

The primary principle of Entertainment Dueling is to become one with your cards, to put on the best show ever in tandem with the monsters in your Deck. Show us your favorite cards today, and the story behind your partners of choice!

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Day 4: The Merriest Band of Misfits

With such a diverse world and a massive ensemble, it's only natural for interesting chemistry to be found between quite a few characters in this show, and today is all about those neat little dynamics! Show us your favorite unconventional gang of idiots, stick them in one place, and let the chaos commence!

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Day 5: Action Magic - Overpass

Whoops, someone seems to have mixed up our cast's scripts! Bracelet boys? Riding Duel King Kurosaki? What is this?? Whatever shall we do?? Show us your wildest swaps today- be it roleswap, bodyswap, or whatever else you can think of!

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Day 6: Understudy Spotlight

You ever see a character and instantly like their vibe... only for them to disappear into the background for all eternity? Well, here's your chance to take them out for a little spin! Show us your favorite background character today, and give them the shoutout they deserve!

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Day 7: Of Amores, Per the Prophecy

That's right, today is the day to celebrate your favorite ships of all time! Show us your sweet OTPs, OT3s, or any sort of polys, and spread the love all around!

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Day 8: The Regular- ah, Standard Show

Standard dimension day! Give a shoutout to all those unique duel schools, or the chill and cozy atmosphere of Maiami City, or the original motley crew from the olden days of the very first arc! Every journey has its beginning, and this one is as good as they come.

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Day 9: Light Across the Aether

The ARC-V story tends to be something of a mixed bag at best, but today, we only look for the best things to find within this bag. Show us your favorite story arc, episode, or even a singular moment of greatness!

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Day 10: Take Five! ....Or Ten!

First free day! The momentum is slowly ramping up, but to carry on with a good show, one must take a breather every now and then. Take the day off to talk about whatever, make any work you want, or just chillax and wait for what comes next.

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Day 11: Legacy For the Future

ARC-V featured five Duelists from all across the previous spin-offs, each bringing an interesting twist to the show, and a curious few differences from their original selves. Today we celebrate those legendary legacy Duelists- them, and whoever else may have been among them in another world.

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Day 12: But You Still Take the Damage

Meme day! Get silly, go crazy, be cringe and be free! ARC-V is a circus of odd puns and bad jokes and dumb gags that never get old, so go ahead and toss out all your funny gold!

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Day 13: Abyss Beneath a Smile

No one is born evil, and yet some choose to let go of the light in favor of embracing the other side, for reasons one may find to be rather baffling at first glance. Today is all about these oh-so-villainous figures, so show us your favorite antagonist of choice!

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Day 14: Halfway to Heartland Tower

Xyz dimension day! Who doesn't love a good city that shines like a literal beacon in the night? Heartland certainly has its charm, and so does its lovable cast. Even in the face of adversity, they continue to inspire hope in every way they can, and that sure is something to celebrate.

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Day 15: Salt For the Salt Lord!

Remember the mixed bag, and how we looked for the best of it last time? Well, now's the time to take a look at the less favorable parts of the story. Show us your least favorite arcs, episodes, or a certain pet peeve you had with the show- let the salt flow and flood the whole land!

(We'll mop it up by tomorrow, don't worry ;D)

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Day 16: Actually, He Would Say That

Look, we all like our cast with their pros and their cons, but sometimes there's just something... missing, when you look at canon portrayal. Some more depth. Some trivial details and silly nitpicks, to add to their flair... which are exactly what today is all about. Show us your weirdest little headcanons and most random thoughts!

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Day 17: A Salad of Heavenly Proportions

Four dimensions, four summoning methods, four heavenly dragons.... and of course, four quarters of a whole idiot. Please give it up to the kiddos, the twinsies, the complete and utter dorks of all time: the Yuu-salad boys!

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Day 18: D/D/D - Different Dimension Day

Canon divergence, modern settings, fantasy, sci-fi and series fusions...yes, ladies and gentlemen, today is the day. It's time to throw canon to the wind, because we're making our own stories through the wondrous magic of AUs!

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Day 19: My Heart Beats 'Till Overdrive

Synchro dimension day! We are here to visit the city of speed, spectacle and freedom!... or the lack thereof. Progress is a non-linear road, but our daring riders are working their way there, so do give them their due credits today!

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Day 20: We Interrupt Your Schedule for A Commercial Break

Free day 2: electric boogaloo! We're well into the swing of things by now, but a short stop is due before we move on to the final stretch! Perhaps you could mention some of your favorite creators in the fandom, or just roll around with anything else you're working on. There's also the option to simply take a day off- we even have some popcorn for those who want to just sit back and watch the show.

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Day 21: League of Dueling Seriously

Or LDS for short- no, not the school, the Lance Defense Soldiers. Today we celebrate the single most chaotic group in the whole show- yes, it's the Lancers' time to shine!

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Day 22: Prismatic Rare, Prismatic Pair

"Man, these two are such an adorable pair! Lemme just look them up- what do you mean, there's no content for them??"

Sometimes, one must dig pretty deep to find those rare, hidden gems, so show us your own gem of a rarepair today!

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Day 23: Back At Class, They Never Taught A Thing

Fusion dimension day! Beyond the shores of Academia lies a trove of possibilities, and the same goes for the walls of the ornate castle as well. Every student and teacher has a story to tell, and together they weave quite the curious tapestry... though what is there to be seen in such a creation is up to you alone.

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Day 24: Oh. My. G.O.D

Manga day! Loathe as we all are to remember that last panel, the manga is actually surprisingly good otherwise. It introduces a handful of new faces while reimagining old ones, and has a nice underlying message that makes it well worth celebration overall.

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Day 25: Woe, Angst Be Upon Ye

Oh, would you look at that? Today we are gathered here for the express purpose of hurting our poor little meow meows and giving them more trauma on top of their existing issues! How fun!

... alright, fine, they might get a happy ending. No promises on that front, though.

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Day 26: Action Magic - Crossover

Oho? What's this? Our cast has been given an entirely new script!! Such curious mixes can create infinite possibilities, each more intriguing than the last. Show us how you're crossing over ARC-V with other media, and let's dive into a whole new world today!

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Day 27: Square Zero

Original dimension day! Very little is known about the place where it all began, but this is a blessing in its own right, for it lets us explore what may have been with greater freedom. Pray tell, how do you picture this world to once have been?

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Day 28: Hey, Who Hired This One?

Strangely enough, an anonymous figure has shown up to the performance today! Whoever might that be? Well, the answer is yours to decide! Introduce us to your OCs, and let them roam the world alongside the rest of the cast.

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Day 29: Into the Games!

While the anime and manga may be over and done with, it so happens that our beloved characters still exist in several games, and are even getting further development and chances for interaction! Let's talk about how YuGiOh video games have been handling ARC-V in the past, present, and future.

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Day 30: Curtains Down

Final day everyone, woohoo! It's certainly been a ride, and reaching its end feels more than a bit surreal, but now that we're here... it's high time we do the curtain calls.

Tell us your favorite days/works from this year's ARC-V Month, or as always, do with the day whatever you will. Here's to another great event next year... 'till then, ladies and gentlemen!

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Extra Prompts:

1) Time Pendulumgraph

Hey, who fast forwarded the timeline- wait, isn't this four years before the start?? Looks like we're dealing with some weird chronography here, so show us your pre/post-canon ideas today!

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2) Guest Appearance

A wild VIP guest has appeared! Take one character from outside the series, and thrust them into the ARC-Verse while hoping for the best. Anyone goes! Literally anyone. Go wild.

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3) Doodlebook - Uh Uh Uh!

A sad truth of this world is that we do not hold the power to materialize cards out of thin air when pushed against the wall... however, what we do have is the ability to create the card concepts ourselves! Pop out a few custom cards of your design today!

#arcvmonth2023 #arcvmonth #yugioh #yugioh arc v #fanwork prompts #long post

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siena-sevenwits · 1 year

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OK, I was tagged to spell out my url in songs I like by a few people (I am sorry, I have already lost track of who - I am pretty sure @saxifrage-wreath was one, but thank you to all of you!) So here we go.

S - "Shy" by Sarah Jessica Parker

Not a fan of the musical as a whole, but this song is bursting with good humour and fun for an alto. The fact that you get to blast the phrase, "I've always been SHYYYYYYYYYY" at the top of your lungs like a brass band going by really is the best.

I -"Inventor's Daughter" by Branches

I love the imagery and storytelling of this one - it's really only capturing about thirty seconds of their lives and yet I can imagine both him and her so clearly.

E - "England" by Great Big Sea

A lovely little song about some of the first Englishmen to arrive in Newfoundland.

N - "Now and For Always" from the Lord of the Rings Musical

When I was a little kid there was a period where I more or less knew the story of LOTR, but only as far as the end of the 1978 animated film. The last we see of Frodo and Sam, Sam has just expressed that he doubt they have rations for a return journey, and "after that..." Frodo, to the most poignant music has grasped Sam by the shoulders and said, "Oh Sam, Samwise Gamgee. My dearest Hobbit, friend of friends. After that? If the Ring goes into the fire, and we are at hand? After that, dear Sam. I wouldn't worry." (He turns away) Just to get there. Just to get there. The Ring is so heavy now, Sam." And then Gollum shows up, and leads them off over the ridge in search fo the winding stair. And I had no idea what happened to them after that. But that VHS was well worn, even more worn into my heart that into the tape, and to me it was like some kind of neverending myth. As though Frodo and Sam were still journeying to Mount Doom - eternal wanderers on their way to save the world in spite of weariness and suffering. This song, based on another conversation in the book, makes me feel the same way that moment in the movie did so long ago, when I didn't know how it ended.

A - "Augustine" by Vienna Tang

Ring for an Augustine tonight.

S- "The Show" by Lenka

Because it makes me think of a dear friend who considered this her theme song in one season of her life.

E - "Eight Days a Week" by the Beatles

I used to do quite a lot of ballroom dancing, and this one was a favourite for the foxtrot.

V - "Voice in My Throat" by Pearl and the Beard

A friend put this on a very sweet character playlist, and so it's associated with both her and with Gwendolyn from KQ.

E - "Emile et Raoul" from the "A Monster in Paris" soundtrack

Just a lovely little instrumental in a frankly outstanding soundtrack. (Almost all the songs are fantastic, though the instrumentals are nice too.)

N - "Neck of the Woods" by Maisie Peters

Lyrical, joyful, confident, all about closeness and growth.

W -"Will I Find My Home in You" (acoustic version) by Juniper Veil.

I put it in my Portland Row playlist, and have since fallen in love with it.

I - "I Love Rossini" by Andrea Boccelli

I do love Rossini, this one was a favourite when I was fifteen or so, and it now makes me think of my secondary lead character.

T - "The Tower" by Alana Henderson

A song about healing and patience, and I also associate it with Berlyne Alvarado.

S - "She's With Me" by High Valley

High energy, sheer devotion, makes me think of Mary if I listen selectively to the lyrics.

#music

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Spend the Night: Ch. 13

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.

Rating: T

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Now this is your fault Everything is a problem There was a poison in the air, despair is an eternal blight You're losing it all You've been blinded by stardom You think that you're alone, but we are waiting for you every night You're mine

~This Comes From Inside by The Living Tombstone~

“So, Gregory…,” Michael began as they walked through Rockstar Row. He kept his voice low, though from the camera feeds they’d just checked there were no enemies around. Still, he reasoned it was better safe than sorry. “I appreciate you saving us from the spooky places, but I have to admit: I have no idea what Fazer Blast or Mazercise are...”

“So...” Gregory followed suit, pitching his voice equally low. He'd spent a while plotting out their course in detail as he learned from Freddy. It was the reason why they hadn't been ambushed by now with Freddy's AI wired into the system. This route should be quiet.

Then again, Gregory was human. Humans tend to err.

“You're gonna love Fazer Blast. On Tuesday, I crashed this rich kid's party; everyone got a gift basket and a ticket to Fazer Blast, so I got to play it a little. Those guns aren't a joke and I saw some kid hit a girl in the eye,” Gregory mentioned, peeking around a darkened corridor that headed for the backrooms. “Also... That's how I learned what a corneal laceration was. So I guess everyone learned something that day.”

“Guns…?” Michael tilted his head as he listened to Gregory explain, keeping watch for extraneous bots and rabbits as they moved. He then let out an excited gasp, eyes twinkling as he realized what this attraction might entail. “Wait—is this laser tag?!”

Michael loved laser tag—it was a fun activity that appeared in the world during one of the worst times in his life. On the rare occasion he was able to escape extraneous work at the pizzeria, he’d rush off to the fancy new arena not far from his dad’s restaurant and get out his frustration at life by shooting neon lights at other kids. He’d always wanted to play one, final game someday…

“Yeah! Plus... I figured ‘cause this whole attraction is always making noise—” Gregory began, pulling his flashlight out to shine light on their path as he revealed the secret second part to his plan. “—we could play laser tag. They have S.T.A.F.F. bots in the attraction set up for you to shoot.”

Was it exactly what Gregory said he'd be doing? No, but Freddy would be fine with it if he knew it was for a purpose anyway. They needed those Fazblasters. Gregory used to be confident with the camera's flash, but then Monty's sunglasses proved to be too tinted for the shining lights.

“And Mazercise? That's—”

“Hello?” squawked a feminine noise, too-high energy to be Charlie.

Gregory turned off his light and jumped back behind a set of employee lockers. Speak of the devil! Why did he even bother talking about the homicidal robots when they just seemed to have their ears ringing at every mention of them? The bird had seen the light, followed it, but stood confused when she saw Foxy the Pirate in the halls.

“...No. Flipping. Way! Foxy?! How did you get here?” Chica gasped, running towards him and looking like she had no clue what to do with her hands at the strange surprise. “You look amazing; did they do something to your hair?”

Michael was thankful the boy had such quick-thinking reflexes. Before he could even blink, Gregory disappeared into a locker and was out of sight just as Chica rounded the corner. Mike flinched as she ran towards him, instinctively holding his arms up to shield his face as images of lunging robots and gnashing teeth flashed though his mind.

However… this was not Chica he used to know. The closest iteration to this Glamrock version had been the Toy line, which was absolutely terrifying in its own right. But even though the bird in front of him was virus-ridden and currently bloodthirsty for human children, she was like Freddy at her core—meaning that, deep down, she should be nice. Whether Michael could access this part of her remained to be seen, although she was clearly excited to see her old friend Foxy.

“Argh, hello, lass!” Michael exclaimed, lowering his arms. He flashed Chica a grin and really hoped they hadn’t changed Foxy’s voice too much from the original one he was copying. “I’ve been brought back from the depths of Parts & Service! It’s great to see ya!”

Chica had her hands pressed expressively against her dirty pizza-grease-stained cheeks. There were so many surprises tonight! Freddy turned out to be a traitor. Bonnie was back! And now Foxy the famous Pirate Fox had returned from the dead?!

Chica could almost die from happiness.

“Wait until Roxy hears about this! Oooh! You're, like, her idol or her muse or something!” She laughed, acting just like her usual self at the sight of an old friend. Obviously, she had to fill Foxy in on what was happening.

“I can't wait to rock out with you! Ugh, I just wish I could find everyone—plus that rabid kid is still on the loose. You should put a hook in his brain when you see him...,” Chica remarked in a disgusted tone, like even mentioning the boy put her in a sour mood. “You should also visit Bonnie; he's hanging out in Fazer Blast with Vanny. I'm gonna go try and find Roxanne...”

Chica walked past Michael, smoothly at first until it became more of a zombified shuffle. Sadly, no self-awareness had come to her during their conversation—nothing that rubbed herself the wrong way and no self-reflection. Just blind hatred for Gregory.

Michael was frozen for a moment as he recovered from the whiplash of that short but very informative interaction. He’d been trying to think of excuses to get Chica away, but she’d rambled on, had an entire one-sided conversation, and then promptly walked off before he could get another word out. He wondered if this Glamrock model was always so chatty, or if this feature had been amped up by the virus, too. He’d have to ask Freddy when they met up again.

Gregory opened his locker, slow as to not alert the turned-around chicken. The last thing he wanted to do was for some sweaty employee's locker to be his coffin.

When Gregory emerged Michael quickly ushered him to his side, wrapping the long pirate coat around the boy protectively. His legs and tiny red shoes could still be seen, but it gave Mike and Gregory a mutual sense of comfort nonetheless as Chica shambled out of sight. After hearing her heavy footsteps retreat a little longer, Michael pressed a finger to his mouth as a signal to be quiet and led Gregory into a nearby janitors’ closet that had thankfully been unlocked.

“If we’re quiet, we should be able to talk here for a bit until we’re sure she’s gone,” Michael whispered, not worrying that Gregory would hear him in the tiny space. The poor boy was practically sandwiched between Mike’s leg and a shelf full of cleaning supplies, but at least they were both out of the open now. “Can you use that handy watch of yours and check the cameras? We’ll move when she’s far enough away.”

Chica really didn't shut up, Gregory concluded. She ate and regurgitated pizza grease and talked about nothing. Or at least, her worst traits were amplified when under William's viral influence. As Michael was kind and courteous enough to wrap him in the soft, long coat, Gregory felt okay walking alongside him. Although he did sort of feel like one of those dogs being put inside one of those thunder blankets, it certainly helped with keeping him calm. Plus the smell of motor oil and dust reminded him of home...

Inside the cramped closet, Gregory felt somewhat dizzy. Not just because it was small and he’d been squished against Foxy's leopard tights, but the cleaning chemicals inside didn't seem to be capped right. So, Gregory tried to make this swift.

“Totally—I'd hate to be trapped in a conversation like that again,” he said, sympathizing for his friend as the camera feeds for this level loaded. Together they watched the pink bird move along the halls, momentarily spooked by her own shadow before angrily storming into the auxiliary café entrance.

Once the coast was clear, Mike quickly opened the door and freed Gregory from the confines of the tiny space. The boy’s face was starting to look a little pale from the chemical fumes, but he seemed to perk up alright in the open air of the hallway.

“Alright, so—” Michael began, crouching down and resting his arms on his knees to be more on Gregory’s level. “—clearly, those damn rabbits are hiding out in Fazer Blast. That’s why Chica mentioned Bonnie, since the bastard still insists on using a Bonnie model after everything that’s happened…” Suddenly, Michael’s eyes widened as a realization hit him.

“Oh. Oh no… Freddy doesn’t know what William looks like right now—he’s probably just going off of whatever picture is in his memory banks.” The fox groaned in annoyance. “Shit—we should’ve told Freddy in case they run into him; I don’t think he’s going to react well… Maybe we should call and tell Charlie to let him know. But they might be busy with upgrades, so I wouldn’t want to distract her; she’ll probably remember on her own, anyway…”

Michael’s thoughts were spiraling again, and this time Gregory was able to hear it out loud. Through his muttering, Mike neglected to actually give Gregory an explanation of how or why William was in a Bonnie animatronic, leaving the boy to speculate. The fox seemed more worried about Freddy’s reaction to seeing his old, virus-infected friend than anything else at the moment.

William was a bunny. Okay...

“Wait—is your dad just Bonnie? Or is he a ghost, too?” Gregory asked.

It made sense, he thought. William Afton was either going to be an incredibly old man—possibly 100 years old—or he was going to be a murderous ghost. "Ghost" began to connect a few dots, even if they didn’t have all the pieces.

To keep Michael from going totally off-kilter, Gregory stepped in front of the man and tried to garner his attention.

“Mike. Charlie and Freddy are probably talking about it right now. Don't sweat it,” he would attempt to ease down.

Though Gregory was far from a crisis-preventer, he did make some good points. If William was hiding in Fazer Blast, they could corner him! Maybe keep him stalled, or preferably wait until Freddy was done with his upgrade. It might not be the time to get the drop on him, but to figure out what exactly his plan was this entire time.

Michael seemed to refocus as Gregory called his name. Glassy eyes brightened once again and he realized that an open hallway with crazed robots running around really wasn’t the place for his anxiety to get the better of him. He stood up, holding out his hand for Gregory to take.

“You’re right; I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Michael agreed with a grateful smile. He gave a resolute nod, his mind following a similar thought process as Gregory’s. “Let’s head to Fazer Blast; we can at least grab a gun and then book it back to Freddy and Charlie.” He started walking, then quickly realized he had absolutely no idea where they were going. With a chuckle, he gestured with his hook for Gregory to take the lead.

“As for my Father… I’m honestly not sure what he is at this point,” Michael admitted slowly. He didn’t want to freak the kid out more than he already was, but Gregory needed to know what they were up against—or he at least deserved to know that Michael didn’t. “William is… unique, I’ll put it that way. It would make sense if he was a ghost like Charlie and I, but he’s never made sense.”

The ghost theory was only plausible on a surface-level. The most glaring issue was that, if he was simply a ghost, how in the world had he infected Vanessa? Obviously she did his bidding and was likely the one to spread the virus while William was getting used to his new body… but how had she become influenced in the first place? Michael didn’t think ghosts could possess living people—and even if they could, wouldn’t William’s influence have left Vanessa the moment he went into Glamrock Bonnie? There were too many questions and not nearly enough answers for Michael’s liking.

It would help if the old fuck actually said anything worthwhile. It seemed he showed himself just to gloat, followed by him punching Michael and kicking Charlie only to fuck off back into obscurity. The only predictable thing about William was that he glided through life on impulse—and that impulsive lifestyle came back karmatically in a big way by taking his family apart, one by one.

“What if he's haunting the... the operating system? It would explain why Freddy doesn't have the virus, being on Safe Mode...,” Gregory thought, but that still didn't explain his control over Vanessa. “It can't explain why your dad wants me dead. I've never even met the chump!”

Gregory griped as he took Michael's hand and begun to pull him towards Fazer Blast. They could do a little reconnaissance while Freddy was getting repaired.

“The operating system?” Michael echoed, frowning as best as the fox face would allow. Now that was an intriguing thought… And a surprisingly plausible one, too.

Still, the big question remained: how?

“I don’t think it has anything to do with you personally, Gregory,” Michael assured, giving his hand a squeeze. “You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and he set his sights on you, like all the others…” His tone shifted into one of aged bitterness on these last few words. How many kids had been taken for William’s deluded plans? Michael wasn’t sure he even wanted to know.

“Right...” Gregory's whole perspective on it did seem to shift. It didn't so much matter why William was doing the things he was doing. All that mattered was getting as far from this guy as possible while preventing him from hurting others.

Bunnies were supposed to be cute and unassuming. Gregory figured this is why he managed to find so many child victims. Who’d ever suspect the sweet ol’ rabbit?

Gregory spied through the camera function on his Fazwatch, glancing around the Fazer Blast attraction. In one of those, he could see a security tower that overlooked the laser tag course.

As he squinted at the movement inside the tower and showed his wrist to Michael, Gregory asked: “Is he just insane? What does he get out of killing kids?”

Gregory just couldn't fathom going out of your way to hurt anyone without reason, especially someone so vulnerable. Just one day, you're sitting in a ball pit thinking about how you're going to get ice cream afterward. Then some guy with a weird thing for rabbits kills you and hides your body inside an arcade machine... It was morbid. And if Gregory didn't want to join the others, he had to figure out anything he could from Michael to avoid that.

“He is insane—that’s not a question.” Michael watched the movement on the tiny screen. It was impossible to make out any details, although the stark flash of white confirmed that Vanny was definitely up there… and William likely wasn’t going to leave her side now that he could use her for both his original plan and leverage against the others.

“I don’t know what he wants, though—not now, after all this time,” Michael continued, then he paused a moment, gearing up for the explanation ahead. “I think he was originally trying to… to bring back my brother.” Michael’s voice slowed as he pushed through the emotion that came with reliving Evan’s death. “He… Evan… E-Evan was the only one in this horrible situation that didn’t die by William’s hand. And once that happened, my father… changed. I don’t understand everything behind his actions and I doubt anyone but him ever will, but… I think he started out with what he believed were good intentions.”

At least, this is what Michael presumed from the scattered notes he’d found when raiding William’s office. Not to mention hints the crazed killer gave whenever he and his estranged son interacted. Though few and far between, these pieces of information allowed Michael to hazard a guess that in William’s sick fantasy, he thought he was bringing his family back together… but he only ended up killing the rest of his own children, himself, and innocent kids that had nothing to do with anything in the process. And he was apparently still going.

Maybe that was how he justified those actions. Charlie may have been an accident that led to the discovery of life eternal, but the others? William didn't know them. He could justify it by placing himself aside the others. Their lives didn't affect him as the lives of his children had. What was a few decades of hard work in comparison to forever? If William even could articulate that at the time, how could he now?

Gregory gave Michael a sympathetic ear, saddened by the tale. Mike just wanted his brother back, but not at the expense of other people’s lives. He was going through grief naturally, but it seemed like that process had been stunted—and he’d never gotten over the death of Evan either.

“That's... Really messed up. I'm sorry he put you through that, Mike,” Gregory said. Michael had been a good friend to him, and the heartache of hearing your friend’s inner turmoil had Gregory resting his head against the fox's leg as they watched the security tower together.

Inside, a taller, unfamiliar rabbit figure was gesturing with his hands. It looked like he was making shadow puppets across a projector screen. Either that, or Gregory just couldn’t see what he had showing on the projector. It was hard to tell, but Gregory was almost positive it was the former. Since William came across as strange in all of Michael's depictions of him, he wouldn't put it past the man.

“Thanks, Gregory; you’re a good kid.” Michael couldn’t help but feel a twinge of brotherly affection at the boy’s words. Despite the obviously tough life he’d been though, Gregory still had the wherewithal to care about others. Michael gently ruffled his hair, allowing Gregory to rest against him for a moment before letting out a small sigh.

“Alright—time for another plan,” the fox announced. “I’m not too fond of us going to Fazer Blast if William and Vanny are there, but… I think we need that gun. Maybe we can grab it and get out, then come back with Freddy and Charlie?”

“Yeah. They're not even doing anything...” With no audio enabled in this thing, there was no telling what they were talking about over there. There wasn't any point sitting and speculating in the hallway. It wouldn't get either of them any closer to the answers they craved.

“We could also hit up Mazercise? I don't know if I left anything in there. Or maybe we could just go back and see how the others are doing. What time is it?” Gregory asked, switching the screens on his watch briefly to observe how much time they wasted scouting the area.

“Let’s get the gun first, then if we have time we can check out Mazercise—if not, we’ll regroup in the security office.” As Michael talked through the plan, he became more confident that things might just work in their favor this time. Yes, they were technically going to be in the same area as William, but they were going to stay as far away as possible. Michael held up his paw for a high-five, flashing the most confident grin he could manage. “Ready?”

It'll be easy, Gregory figured as he raised his hand and met the other's with a hearty smack. "Ready!"

Though it would be tempting to stay and play a round of laser tag, Gregory doubted it wouldn't go unnoticed by Vanny or William in the tower above.

Gregory could feel Michael's contagious smile spread to pull at his own lips. With the fierce pirate fox at his side, there was nothing they couldn't accomplish. Even if that old man and the bunny with no peripheral vision in her mask saw them, it's not like they could catch them!

Probably.

Michael followed Gregory into Fazer Blast, speeding past the first room where a S.T.A.F.F. bot ran through a set of instructions and warnings. The next room held the prize: a set of Fazblasters all lined up nicely on a table next to a bunch of helmets. Gregory was quick to pick up a gun, and as he turned it over in his hands Michael went back to the door they’d just entered. He tried to open it so they could go back the way they came—but the heavy metal wouldn’t budge.

“No…” Michael muttered under his breath, not wanting to alarm Gregory until he was sure he had to. “No, please… not now!”

He tried the door frantically, even attempting to leverage the handle with his hook, but it was stuck fast. He didn’t need to breathe, but it sounded like he was starting to hyperventilate. Turning to Gregory with wide eyes, Michael spelled out their current situation: “The door auto-locked behind us. I… I think we have to go through the arena to get out of here.”

Gregory's eyebrows flew up towards his hairline, and to the door he went in an attempt to throw it up alongside Michael. He hit the door twice with his fist, even shot the card reader with his gun. Nothing would get the auto locks to pry. Sad to say they couldn't use the same technology for their security offices...

“If your dad doesn't kill us, mine will,” Gregory muttered. This had been a serious lapse in judgement on both their parts. But how were either to know that there was no way to exit the Fazer Blast unless a S.T.A.F.F. bot was witnessing an emergency?

A long corridor that lead into the laser tag obstacle course was illuminated by standard, uniform neon tubing. The ominous red that lit their path wasn't exactly soothing.

“Okay... Just don't panic. Maybe they won't even notice up there.” Gregory squared his shoulders as he began to shuffle for the exit.

“Just stay by my side and keep that blaster handy,” Michael instructed, as they cautiously approached an elevator that would deposit them directly into the arena. Not for the first time, Michael wondered what the hell this place’s obsession with unnecessarily long elevator rides was about. He thought back to Gregory’s comment about their dads and sighed.

“…You should also probably try to call Freddy before that elevator door opens,” the fox added with a grimace. “I know he’s going to freak out depending on how much you say, but at least he deserves to know that we’ve found their hideout.”

Michael’s tail swished slowly back and forth to get out some nervous tension. He’d leave it up to Gregory as to how much detail he wanted to provide on the call—the boy knew Freddy better than him at this point and could do a much better job at predicting what might set the bear off. If it were up to Mike, he figured the less information the better…

That was a good idea. Maybe the universe was giving Gregory this long elevator ride to give him time to say goodbye to Freddy—to apologize for calling him Dad and getting attached to him before dying. There were many scenarios running through his mind as he took a deep, steadying breath. His wrist was poised in front of his mouth, and Gregory pressed the talking button at the side to speak with Freddy.

“Hey, Dad? Uh—we got locked inside Fazer Blast. I don't know if you can hear me but... I love you and stuff. I-I'm going to try and hold out with Michael. I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry.”

It would be a miracle if Freddy was in position to answer—or if Charlie heard them and decided to come to their aid. But for some reason Gregory felt like their luck was running out.

Oh… that hurt to listen to. Michael’s chest tightened as Gregory spoke shakily into his watch. The kid had acted so confident and comforting towards Michael recently, he’d almost forgotten Gregory was just that: a kid. One that was about to try and sneak past an entity that had made an entire building of robots hungry for his blood specifically. Of course he’d be absolutely terrified…

Unfortunately, any words of encouragement Michael had to offer were stilted as the doors opened to reveal the arena. A thin layer of fog obscured the neon glow of the laser tag attraction. So far, all was quiet.

***

Charlie had just finished the last test of Freddy’s new claws when Gregory’s small, scared voice echoed from his internal speakers.

“Gregory?!” Freddy exclaimed, and when the boy didn’t respond he jumped out of the chair and rushed to the door of the protective cylinder, trying to force it open when it didn’t move fast enough. Once out in the main area, Freddy grabbed Charlie’s hand and immediately pulled her towards Roxy’s elevator, explaining frantically as he ran: “Gregory and Michael are stuck in Fazer Blast—I am not sure what is happening, but I think they are in trouble! We must try and help them!”

Charlie had become a limp noodle in Freddy's hold. How and why those boys couldn't stay out of trouble was not the question that could be answered right now. Charlie put up no fight as her legs started their fast pace alongside Freddy's.

Charlie had thought that Michael moved on from his rebellious phase—perhaps Gregory brought it out unintentionally in her friend when they were alone. Charlie knew when she had her turn in watching the kid, all she wanted to do was arts and crafts and play with toys. Gregory brought their inner child out—yet, sadly, they were trapped inside this place with a child murderer. They'd be as good as double-dead without help.

Gripping onto Freddy's arm, Charlie swung up to rest weightlessly on his back, hitching a ride as they rushed into the elevator.

***

Gregory was timid, clearly shaken as he glanced to his friend. He looked past him now, peering into the dense fog. The mist only seemed to amp up the further they passed the into it's shroud. Gregory thankfully could still see Michael, as the giant looming fox wasn't exactly inconspicuous. As they circled around to capture one of the checkpoints, Gregory wondered if they could get through this without incident. When the flag was retrieved, a prerecorded message swiftly ruined their entire guise.

“CHECKPOINT B CAPTURED! TWO MORE CHECKPOINTS REMAIN!” reminded the two, and set off cause for alarm inside the tower.

“SHIT!” Michael yelled, his voice almost completely drowned out by the message blasting through the arena. Why the hell did it have to be so loud and announce their exact position?! He ushered Gregory along as fast as they could, not even sure what direction they were headed. All he knew was that one or more rabbits were about to appear at Checkpoint B, and they needed to be as far away from there as possible.

Inside the tower, Vanny rushed to the window and peered out to see a vague, bulky shape moving through the fog. Though the features weren’t clear, the hobbling steps were unmistakable. Vanny turned around to William with an excited gasp.

“Your son is here!” she announced, giddy and bright. She pressed a paw over the grinning mouth of her mask as she let out a giggle. “Seems like he wanted to play a game~”

Above, William came from behind Vanny, placing his hands on the girl's shoulders as he peered over her and into the maze.

“Of course. He could never resist a bout of laser tag.” William said as if reminiscing on the good times. It appeared Michael had a little friend. The child he had heard about. Good; maybe his son had finally come to his senses and decided to give up the chase.

It’d be useless anyway—William would get what he wanted in the end.

“We should meet with them, don't you think, my dear?” he remarked, giving his murderous protégé’s shoulders a rough pat before turning around and heading for the office doors. “Last one there's a rotten Easter egg!”

“The other flags! Damn it where are they—” Gregory gasped through the artificial fog in the air. He nearly fainted when Michael patted the cut along his back, the self-preserving part of his brain figuring he should just relax before death to make it easier on his tiny body. When he realized it was Michael with him in the fog, Gregory figured he should let Mike lead the way. After all, he shared those special eyes that Roxy had. This obscure fog wasn't anything to him, and it showed.

“There! To your left!” Michael exclaimed, pointing to a poll with a tiny flag set up in a nearly-hidden corner. He squinted as he looked around for danger while Gregory ran for the goal.

Now that his eyes had time to adjust to the sensory overload of fog and flashing lights, Michael realized he could see through the haze pretty well. Thank god for whatever special features they’d installed in these animatronic eyes… He just hoped they hadn’t been spotted by those in the tower yet, although he knew the chances of that were slim.

Vanny shrieked with laughter as she rushed to follow William out into the arena. She was so happy he had a body now so they could play all sorts of fun games! And the fact that Michael was joining them as well was even more fantastic—not to mention he’d brought them a gift of the sneaky child they’d been trying to catch all night! It warmed Vanny’s heart to see her friend's old family reunited again!

No longer was William just a nagging voice sitting idle in the back of her head. He could sing and dance before her, and do all the things that he said he would. His plan was so close to being achieved now.

As his metal feet clanged after each impact with the steps on the tower, William let out a disturbed chuckle. “I can see them! Can you see them?”

Checkpoint A was close, all they had to do was snatch the flag away and get to C. As Gregory skidded across the floor, riding the momentum after running for so long, he figured Michael was behind him. He craned his neck to look for him, and found himself sliding right into someone new...

Those strong arms snatched him up, holding him with a grip that caused Gregory to shriek. It was him! The child murderer who’d been waiting for Gregory to slip up and get turned around inside the fog.

Gregory begun to cry now as his feet were pulled from the safety of the ground. In sheer panic, he dropped his gun and hit at the thick, purple arms holding him aloft.

“Evan..?” the rabbit questioned in a voice not unlike Michael’s, tone soft and vulnerable. He didn’t wait for an answer, but knocked Gregory's hands away to get a better look.

It was him, without a shadow of a doubt—Evan Afton, William’s youngest and favorite son. But how? Michael wasn't smart enough to figure out something as complex as resurrection!

…Did it matter? What act of providence after all of William’s labor, to have his first lost child return to him.

Gregory had been scared into muteness as William tucked him against his chest, gently kissing the crown of his head. “No, no, don't cry. No tears. You're safe again. I'm not going to let him hurt you. Not anymore.”

William had officially gone and confused Gregory now. The boy continued to sob silently into the front of “Bonnie’s” torso, which did nothing to help curb his resemblance to Evan.

“You let go of him RIGHT. NOW.” Michael appeared out of the swirling fog, coat flared out from running before it settled around him. He looked like a sort of fox-pirate-vigilante, seething and out for blood—but not Gregory’s, unlike nearly all the other robots in this damned place.

No, Michael was only after that purple rabbit… The purple rabbit who currently had Gregory clutched in his arms.

“Father… let him go,” Michael tried again, knowing full-well his pleas would fall on deaf ears.

However, there was something odd about this situation—more than the obvious, sheer lunacy of this entire thing. It was in the way William held the child, not like someone about to end Gregory’s life, but like someone who wanted to protect it. It was shocking in its familiarity, and Michael had the sudden, impossible urge to vomit as he understood why: William thought this boy was his son. Gregory’s genes had cursed him with a face like Evan’s, and just like Michael on the outset, their father thought the tortured, long-lost soul of his youngest boy had come back to him.

Michael clenched his fist, remaining stock still as he watched William cuddle the obviously petrified boy. He wanted to snatch Gregory and run, but Mike knew he was at a disadvantage right then—especially when he noticed Vanny lingering near William’s side.

Will's jaw was twitching as he kept it pressed against the top of Gregory's head. When his eyes flicked upwards to Michael, he took a shaky, simulated breath inward. Gregory flinched, thinking that when he least expected it, William would crunch right into the top of his skull.

“Michael... You did it. You found him... I'm so proud of you, son,” the Afton patriarch murmured.

Were these words genuine? Hard to say—he didn't listen to Michael's pleas, only distracted when seeing Vanny come to rest at his side.

“Vanny—look, this is my youngest. Evan, say hello!” William instructed, introducing them as if tonight had been normal. As if Gregory had any clue what the fuck he was talking about.

Honestly, Gregory wasn't sure what was worse. The forced familial bonding or having his life threatened. If Michael corrected Will on who he was, Gregory was going to have his neck snapped. If he stayed, he would have to be the son to a deluded murderer.

William straightened, his crushing hug relaxed while his hands remained tightly clamped under Gregory's arms. “Why don't you come over here, Michael. I'll tell you everything... We can be a family again. The one you always wanted...”

William saw it as a second chance, unable to realize he used all the chances anyone would ever give him long, long ago.

Vanny gasped, pressing oversized paws to her cheeks in excitement. “Hi, Evan! Aww, you’re such a cutie!”

She said this as if she hadn’t been trying to capture him for an entire night and released a virus that made once-friendly animatronics turn on a child they were originally designed to protect. But hey—how was she supposed to know this was William’s son reincarnated?! The man had only been a voice in Vanny’s head until an hour ago—they hadn’t had time to look through the family photo albums yet.

Michael’s teeth ground together until he heard something crack. Great, they were in for another trip to Parts & Service if they made it out if this situation in any semblance of intact. William’s words of praise were sickening. Michael had wanted to hear them for so long, to know his father loved and appreciated him… But not like this. Not now, from his deluded mind that thought a terrified, innocent boy was his own.

And that was just it—this wasn’t the time for Michael to focus on himself. He’d had decades of loneliness and self-reflection to do that. Now was the time to save Gregory—whatever it took.

“Y-Yes, Father, I… I brought him back for you,” the fox said, his voice stumbling at the beginning but gaining confidence as Michael did. He took a slow, cautious step forward. He had to do this very carefully—one wrong move and Gregory would be dead in an instant. Another child lost to William’s madness. “I wanted us to be together again. I… we missed you.”

A shudder went through William like a wave in a pool.

“Finally, the truth comes out.” He just knew Michael couldn't possibly hate him! He was angry over the circumstances, surely. But now they could be a family again!

Gregory had lightly pushed against William's chest, though there was no budging. He wasn't even sure Will noticed his futile attempts at escaping. When Michael had revealed that he brought Gregory to him, the boy’s head whipped around, eyes burning from the stinging tears of betrayal.

“I-I thought I could trust you!” Gregory yelled, anger overtaking him as William gave a gentle squeeze.

“Shh. Shhhhh...,” he soothed, gaze now lingering on Michael. “Come, Michael; Evan's scared. We can find a rerun of Fazbear and Friends on the YouTube and watch it together. How does that sound, Evan?”

While the cartoon was a timeless classic, Gregory didn't want to watch it with this creep.

“Get bent,” he snapped, glaring up at the bunny who stared back with shocked eyes.

“Michael? I told you to stop teaching Evan swears. You know he wants to be just like you,” William griped, rolling his eyes at his “son's” act of wayward rebellion.

“I’ll cue up some videos upstairs~” Vanny chimed in, her static grin eerier than ever as she skipped off without waiting for an answer. She wanted to make herself useful, and she knew William would appreciate the bonding time with his sons! Besides, she’d be just a skip and a hop away if he needed anything.

That look of absolute betrayal on Gregory’s face, like Michael was the most horrendous being on the planet… It was the same look Charlie had given him the night Evan died. She hated him in that moment—and now Gregory hated him, too. Michael desperately wished he could take back his words, reassuring the boy that it was all a ruse to keep him safe in the long run. The more Michael played into his father’s delusion, the better chance they had of escaping him eventually. How exactly they’d do this is what Michael was furiously trying to figure out, but at the moment all he wanted to do was get Gregory away from the purple rabbit’s grasp.

“I’m sorry, Father,” Michael apologized, hanging his head in mock shame, though it was also an excuse not to look at the rabbit for a few seconds. This was so much, his anxiety was screaming nonsensical thoughts of simply grabbing the kid and running, but Michael had to push through.

As William started to follow Vanny to the tower, Michael instinctively reached out to grasp a purple arm. His metaphorical skin crawled at the contact, and he resisted the urge to simply crush the murderer’s limb right then and there. He could do it—he had the strength to, and William would certainly be taken by surprise. But Will might break Gregory’s entire body in a second once he realized the betrayal.

“Wait!” Michael said as his father paused, releasing him once he had his attention. He tried his best to offer a grin from the fox’s mouth. “Before we go upstairs, can we just… talk? Just the three of us? I-I think we need some quality time together; we’ve been apart for so long…”

If he could at least keep Vanny out of the picture, Michael would only have to focus his attention on the pair in front of him.

“Oh Michael...,” William sighed. He supposed that he’d punished his son enough for what he had done. Those years of isolation couldn't hold a candle to the week of suffering Evan had in that hospital bed. Though it was all water under the bridge now! Evan was back, and clearly nothing had changed between him and his brother.

“Anything you want, sport,” William replied amiably, feeling generous now that they had all the time in the world. William looked to Vanny on the steps, calling up to her. “Vanny, dear, we're going to have a talk. Be up shortly!” He arranged Gregory in his arms as he sat onto a foam barricade, the weight of his body smushing it to half its size as he decided to bounce the boy in his lap.

Gregory was praying for death in that moment. This robot wasn't his dad, damn it! Mike had sold him out for what?! Approval from his gross father?!

The kid glared ahead, merely coming off as grumpy to William, perhaps because their game of laser tag was cut short.

“Evan, please stop pouting. We'll watch Fazbear’s in a second. What was it you wanted to say, Michael?” William had a smile on his face, easygoing and content as he finally made progress with locating his missing family.

Ah… Michael hadn’t quite thought that far ahead. He was a person to make overarching goals, but when it came to the smaller details he worked on impulse. Still, at least William was sort of listening to him at the moment.

“I… wanted to say how happy I am that we’re back together,” Mike started, eyes shifting to the floor where the Fazerblaster lay prone. If Gregory could somehow get his hands on the gun, maybe they could shoot William in the eyes and escape while he was temporarily blinded? But the question was: how to get William to let go of the son he’d been missing for so many years?

Suddenly, Michael had an idea. It was half-baked and certainly came with its risks, but it was the best he could think of in that moment.

“Father… may I hold Evan for a moment?” Michael asked, putting as much false sweetness into his words as possible. “It’s just—I only recently saved him from that Freddy he’s been hanging around all night… You know, I think that bear was actually trying to scare him? I mean, you could see how he was crying when you first picked him up…”

Michael let out a huge sigh and shook his head, playing into his father’s love of dramatics. “Since it took me this long to free him, I wanted to bring him straight to you once I realized you were awake. So now that we’re together again… may I please hold him? Just for a moment?”

Would the puppy-dog eyes work on Michael’s real father? He’d just have to try and find out.

Gregory hated being jostled on this strange dude's knee. It may have gotten him to stop crying, but Gregory just looked perpetually uncomfortable. He loathed being touched by people he didn't know, and William was right at the top of the list of nope. He was infuriated that everyone obsessed about him, either seeing him as someone he wasn't or a means to an end.

“That's up to Evan, isn't it? Evan—” William's hypnotic voice cooed, ceasing the infernal bouncing of his knee long enough for Gregory to realize he was addressing him. “—would you like to spend some quality time with your bother?”

“...I don't wanna be touched,” Gregory decided, concerned that any choice he made could be a trap.

William supposed that was reasonable. He didn't quite like that whole deal either, though his fraternal instincts kicking in again after fifty-odd years were making him do some strange things. He laughed quietly, lifting Gregory off his lap to stand instead by the barrier.

“I think that there's some explaining in order. I'm sure you and Evan are terribly confused—I can't blame you for that. In my absence I left you to find life eternal. Now that I've found it, we'll use it to bring Lizzie back, too,” William half-explained. After taking two fingers and pressing them against what would be his sternum, he tapped the metal there before Bonnie's surprise hatch opened.

Reaching inside his chest cavity, he produced a syringe. Its contents were a vivid purple that gleamed magenta from the red neon hitting it at just the right angle.

The sight of the medical instrument had Gregory frozen, his features equally scared and hopeless. He couldn't outrun both him and Michael in a maze that he barely knew, especially with all this fog!

But besides him, on the ground by the flagpole was the Fazerblaster—

As William produced this instrument of torture, Gregory started a slow and precise shuffle towards the weapon.

He put Gregory down.

The thought sent a spike of hesitant relief through Michael’s body. And even better, Gregory had already caught sight of the Fazblaster and was moving towards it. Hopefully he wouldn’t turn against Michael too, though the fox wouldn’t blame him if he got shot between the eyes. The kid still thought Mike was on his father’s side, after all.

“Lizzie…?” Michael asked, stepping closer so he could examine the syringe in William’s hand. He also might have blocked William’s direct line of sight from Gregory in the process so the boy could sneak to the gun.

The substance in the syringe gave Michael another one of those queasy feelings. He’d come across something in William’s notes that talked about this, he was sure of it… though unfortunately Mike’s memory was a bit fuzzy on the details. Even so, whatever that thing was clearly played a major role in William’s twisted plans.

“I have enough right here for everyone. The problem is, once the body is completely gone—” William's voice was calm and easy as he leaned over to pull Evan back closer to his side. In his peripheral, it was easy to see what Gregory was doing. His sons were stubborn, like their dad. William thought Evan was just determined to grasp the Fazerblaster to finish their little game.

“Don't wander, Evan,” William said over Gregory's frightened gasp as his shoes slid helplessly over the smooth floors. Looking to Michael, the Afton patriarch offered him a smile.

“We'll have to trade secrets. How you brought Evan back fully... And I'll tell you what's in this hypodermic.” William brought Gregory in front of him, a firm grasp on his shoulder. “I like to think of it as a rapid cure-all. When you have a child that falls and scrapes their knees, you carry bandages. Death-prone children? They need something stronger.”

Slowly, a clawed, purple paw raised the needle to Gregory's neck.

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Men are Pigs (Männer sind Schweine)

Another Translation, again of a song by Die Ärzte (the doctors). I mentioned this one in the tags of my first post.

Because the concept of “all men are pigs who only want one thing and don’t have emotions“ is exagerated and used with some irony, this song has sometimes been seen as a kind of party anthem for toxic masculinity by that crowd, which is the reason the band didn’t play it live for 14 years, stating that this was not their intended message or audience. Fortunately it seems to no longer be popular in that way.

Men are Pigs (Männer sind Schweine)

Hello, my darling, I love you, you're the only one for me I think the others are all stupid, that's why I'm courting you. You're different, you're special, I can always tell. Now strip down and lie down because I'm so in love with you. Before long it’ll get dark, it'll soon be night. So a word of warning is in order:

Men are pigs, don't trust them, my childThey all want the same thing, because that's how men are.

A man only feels like a man when he can give it to you. He'll lie his head off just to get you into bed, And then the next morning he can't even remember your name. Reckless and uninhibited, he's got no feelings whatsoever. To him, love is like spilling his seed, Girl, always be aware of that:

Men are pigs - don't ask for sunshine Unfortunately exceptions do not exist In every man, there is always a pig Men are sows, don't believe a word they say They pledge you eternal fidelity And then the next morning they're gone Yeah, yeah, yeah

“What have I done that you always torment me and say you don't love me?” “You don't have the slightest idea what love is - we don't even know each other!” *

And if you do make the mistake of marrying a husband Your rose cavalier will turn into a beast soon after the wedding Then he'll show his true self, all unshaven and disgusting Drinks beer, watches TV, gets fat fast and burps and farts in the marriage bed Then you'll have King Kong for a husband That's why I tell you, please always remember:

Men are pigs (shady pigs, nasty pigs) Don't trust them, my child (disgusting pigs, nasty pigs) They all want the same thing (stupid pigs, stupid pigs) But are blind to true love (horny pigs) Men are rats (shady pigs, nasty pigs) Face them with cunning (disgusting pigs, mean pigs) They want to copulate with everything (foul pigs, shady pigs) That stands still for too long (horny pigs) Men are pigs (Shady pigs, nasty pigs) Don't ask for sunshine (disgusting pigs, mean pigs) Unfortunately there are no exceptions (stupid pigs, Nazi pigs) There's a pig in every man (horny pigs) Men are cars (we don't want cop pigs**) Only without a spare wheel (nasty pigs, nasty pigs) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (molotovs and stones, cop pigs**)

*This is only one of the possible inserts here, an audio clip from the German dubbing of the movie Play Misty for Me (1971). The dubbing is, as most dubbings are, a terrible translation. In the original, the conversation goes:

“Why are you playing these games? Why are you pretending you don't love me?” “I don't even believe I'm hearing this.” “But I love you!” “You haven't got the vaguest idea what love is. We don't even know each other.”

Other possible snippets are two scenes from Some like it Hot (1959)

And one from Blue Velvet (1986), depending on which version of the song you listen to.

**both of those text passages are in reference to a punk song from 1980 (MaP was released in 1998) called “(Wir wollen keine) Bullenschweine”, meaning “(we don't want) cop pigs”, in which part of the text is an instruction how to make molotov cocktails and which was a call to revolt inspired by police brutality and protests in west berlin in 1968, following a protest at which, amongst many other things, protesters were shot (the singer gives the instruction and then follows with “Like 68 in west-berlin”). My translation can be found here

#translation #song translation #Die Ärzte #make tumblr ärzte again #männer sind schweine #punk rock #german punk rock

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just--another--wallflower · 9 months

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I was tagged by @my-misery-index and since I haven't done one of these in a while, here it goes...

Last movie: An affair to remember (1957)

Last song: it's actually a playlist of argentinian musicians/bands, I'll put my favourites:

Yo no te pido la luna, Javiera Mena

Carta para no llorar, El Kuelgue y Zoe Gotusso

Cabilo y juramento, Conociendo Rusia

Mi primer día triste, Zoe Gotusso

El tesoro, El mató a un Policía Motorizado

Currently reading: El nervio óptico, María Gainza

Currently watching: Last Twilight, Cherry Magic thai, Cooking Crush, Sweet Home, I'm also watching Jujutsu Kaisen but since I'm watching them with my sisters it takes longer to finish. I also started watching One Piece but it's eternal so... 🤣

Currently consuming: mate

Currently craving: money and ice cream

Tagging with love and no pressure:

@goldennectar @poprdaper @alucidum @anatomy-of-a-glass-heart @pinkcanceress @zwiazdziarka @slowishgreen

+ anyone else who wants to do it! 💕

#tag game

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eugenoid · 9 months

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OH I just remembered I got tagged by @happy-mokka for another game (thank you, I love doing these)

Today's assignment:

Post a playlist with a song for each letter in your URL.

I decided to pick the songs that would make a mellow and melancholic kind of playlist (and I also tried to avoid super well-known bands). I also added links to them on youtube. So here it goes:

Eternity Road by Lowlife

U by Moto Boy (this one is soooo good)

Glass Hand by Vundabar

Everything You Want by Rogér Fakhr

Nostrand by Ratatat

Owl Song by Cosmo Sheldrake (AGH this one is so good and so sad)

It's Alright by The Mystery Lights

Don't Cry by Coldreams

Tagging @someoneyoudontreallyknow @icecreamvi @reitziluz @eviltits @telivanistoolateparty

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bazzybelle · 2 years

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🎶Discography Tag🎶

Rules: pick an artist or a band and share your favorite song from each of their albums, then tag some mutuals!

Thank you for the tag @nausikaaa and @yellobb! I had initially wanted to go with Fleetwood Mac, because they're right on top when it comes to favourite bands, but I'm always going straight to them. Besides, I'm more familiar with this artist's discography, having loved them since I was in my late teens/early 20s.

So... Metric it is! For those who are unfamiliar with Metric, uhhh go to Spotify and fix that. They are a Canadian band from Toronto, and their sound is a mix of electric pop/dance and rock, with poignant, political lyrics. They're just so great, and front-woman Emily Haines was one of my early bi crushes.

Album: Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? (2004)

God this song is so much fun! You just want to get up and dance like mad to it. From the beginning with the feedback and the drums beating, leading to the guitar picking up speed, until Emily comes in and hits you with the lyrics. God, it's so good!

Album: Live It Out (2005)

Another fast paced, hyped up song that makes you want to get up and scream the lyrics "I FOUGHT THE WAR BUT THE WAR WON'T STOP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Again, the song begins with a distorted Emily scream-singing a beat (it sounds odd, but trust me, it's brilliant).

Album: Grow Up and Blow Away (2007)

This album has a different vibe, from the previous two albums, and as far as I know isn't as popular as their other albums. I mean it's a shame because there are some really good gems in here. The vibe is a lot slower and less jump-up and move around. This song sets a really good almost-vintage vibe. I dunno, that's the feeling I get whenever I put it on. Also, I can't get over the line "Somebody put me back in school; I forget everything; I used to know how to leave the boy behind; Without having to watch him go."

Album: Fantasies (2009)

So I knew that when I came to this album that I'd have a problem. I kid you not, EVERY SINGLE SONG ON THIS ALBUM IS AN ABSOLUTE BANGER! Fantasies is regarded as Metric's most successful album, and honestly I have to agree. It's so FLIPPING GOOD! Choosing a favourite song from this album was near impossible, but in the end it came to the song that ALWAYS gets me hype. And how can you not, with that KILLER drum beat at the beginning??

Album: Synthetica (2012)

Another absolute banger of an album. This album is a CLOSE second when it comes to my favourite Metric albums. I even named my Dark-Baz fic after a song on the album. However, Youth Without Youth is not my favourite song on the album. That honour goes to the song. The etheral "ah ah ah ah" superimposed over the "faith don't fail me now"... Like.... the way this band mixes their music is GOD-TIER.

Album: Pagans in Vegas (2015)

"With eternal love, the stars above, all there is and ever was. I want it all. I want it all. I want it all. I want it all. A blade of grass, a grain of sand, the moonlit sea, to hold your hand. I want it all. I want it all. I want it all." Just those lyrics are enough, but you add the synths in the back the catchy as hell beat... SO GOOD.

Album: Art of Doubt (2018)

Admittedly, I got into this album a couple of years ago. I just, for some reason, stopped following any new music Metric was putting out. What a mistake that was, because this is such a good album. I love how this song starts out slow and choral, and then become more outerwordly (if that makes sense...)

Album: Formentera (2022)

The lyrics of this album... You guys! Released at a time when the whole world is going to hell in a handbasket, these songs hit the vibes of the last few years PERFECTLY. I found myself listening to this song over and over after the song was released.

Tagging: @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @f-ing-ruthless-baz @giishu @amywaterwings @ninemagicks @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @namistrella @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @raenestee @stardustasincocaine @artsyunderstudy @theearlgreymage @ivelovedhimthroughworse @excalisbury @messofthejess @fight-surrender @tea-brigade

#belle babbles #music talk #metric #metric owns my life #essentially me waxing poetic about how amazing they are #music tag #Spotify

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newhologram · 2 years

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Fukai Mori - Do As Infinity lyrics and translation

ᵁˢᵘᵃˡ ᵈᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ’ᵐ ᵃ ᴶᴾ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠˡᵘᵉⁿᵗ, ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ. ᴵ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶦᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵗᵃˡᵉ. ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ᵇᵒʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ. A classic song that most anime fans grew up hearing late at night, famous for being the 2nd ending song for Inuyasha and helping a lot more people fall in love with the titular character's hot older brother Sesshoumaru. I listened to a lot of Do As Infinity in highschool, and this song always stayed a favorite. There's a well-known clip of the band performing Fukai Mori in which Tomiko Van, the lead vocalist, expresses that this song is special to her and that she was feeling emotional. She seemed to struggle and missed a few lyrics as the emotions took over. From this clip came a rumor that the song was written in response to the grief she experienced when a friend took their own life. This is most likely false, as some sources say the song was written by the band's former composer Dai Nagao before they officially debuted. Even though it was just sort of an urban legend, because of how it spread, a lot of people to this day associate this song with loss and grief, including myself. I listened to this song a lot when my cat was diagnosed with cancer in 2011. After she passed in 2013, I stopped listening to it for a long time because it was too painful. Even to this day, I choked up a lot listening to it while I translated it. The past few years have been a lot of intense mourning, and this year it's really hitting me hard. So I was drawn to close out 2022 with this song. Whatever the true story is, it's a powerful and beautifully written song that speaks of the conflict between wanting to hide our hearts away in order to protect ourselves, and wanting to live in the moment even if it's painful.

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Translation, romaji, and kana below

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In the deep, deep center of the forest I'm sure that even now The hearts we leave behind remain hidden

Without the strength keep searching Completely worn out Each person disappears into the infinite darkness

Even if I kept my heart small, maybe I'll still be able to find it

As we live on We lose ourselves little by little Facades and lies wrapping us up Until we're frozen in place, unable to cry out

The blue, blue color of the sky goes unnoticed As each passing day changes

If we go beyond these made-up systems We'll live in the moment And our rusted hearts will beat again

If we can grasp the rhythm of time, will we be able to fly once more?

As we wander on We live life wherever it takes us I still believe in the search for light So I'll walk with you now

As we live on We lose ourselves little by little Facades and lies wrapping us up Until we're frozen in place, unable to cry out

As we wander on We live life wherever it takes us Looking back, we close off the path we took And we walk on for eternity

Frozen in place, unable to cry out We'll live on for eternity

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fukai fukai mori no oku ni ima mo kitto okizari ni shita kokoro kakushiteru yo

sagasu hodo no chikara mo naku tsukarehateta hitobito wa eien no yami ni kieru

chiisai mama nara kitto ima demo mieta kana

boku-tachi wa ikiru hodo ni nakushiteku sukoshi zutsu itsuwari ya uso wo matoi tachisukumu koe mo naku

aoi aoi sora no iro mo kidzukanai mama sugite yuku mainichi ga kawatte yuku

tsukurareta wakugumi wo koe ima wo ikite sabitsuita kokoro mata ugokidasu yo

toki no RIZUMU wo shireba mou ichido toberu darou

boku-tachi wa samayoi nagara ikite yuku doko made mo shinjiteru hikari motome arukidasu kimi to ima

boku-tachi wa ikiru hodo ni nakushiteku sukoshi zutsu itsuwari ya uso wo matoi tachisukumu koe mo naku

boku-tachi wa samayoi nagara ikite yuku doko made mo furikaeru michi wo tozashi aruiteku eien ni

tachisukumu koe mo naku ikite yuku eien ni

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深い深い森の奥に今もきっと置きざりにした心隠してるよ

探すほどの力もなく疲れ果てた人々は永遠の闇に消える

小さいままならきっと今でも見えたかな

僕たちは生きるほどに失くしてく少しずつ偽りや嘘をまとい立ちすくむ声もなく

蒼い蒼い空の色も気付かないまま過ぎてゆく毎日が変わってゆく

つくられた枠組みを越え今を生きて錆びついた心また動き出すよ

時のリズムを知ればもう一度飛べるだろう

僕たちはさまよいながら生きてゆくどこまでも信じてる光求め歩きだす君と今

僕たちは生きるほどに失くしてく少しずつ偽りや嘘をまとい立ちすくむ声もなく

僕たちはさまよいながら生きてゆくどこまでも振り返る道をとざし歩いてく永遠に

立ちすくむ声もなく生きてゆく永遠に

#do as infinity #fukai mori #tomiko van #japanese translation

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starlingsrps · 5 months

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my love mine all mine.

they’re clustered at the bar, watching david get shot down by the red cross girls again. elliot sometimes wonders if it’s a masochism thing or some kind of fucked up optimism that keeps him going. mary hates his guts, mostly due to what david wryly calls a misfire with the kind of obscene hand gesture you can only make on a military base. helen still wears a cross the size of texas like a dare. elliot swears it’s only gotten bigger. and nell…

elliot smiles to himself when she pats david on the cheek and shakes her head before turning away. it’s been a few weeks since that night in the chapel and he’s patient. hell, what’s a little longer when it’s been months already? but sometimes it feels like the ache in the pit of his stomach for her will kill him before a german missile gets the chance

“i’m retiring,” david announces, taking his drink back from indigo’s side. “a man can only take so much rejection.”

“you know helen’s talking about being a nun when she gets home,” indigo says. “i don’t know why you try.”

“last ride,” he says. “or is that last rites?”

“last rites are when you’re dead, dumbass,” elliot contributes.

david shrugs easily. “might as well be. no, howard. she’s got that goddamn dimple and i’m a weak, weak man. but,” he sighs. “it’s been six months and nothing.”

“gotta leave it alone,” indigo says sagely. “it’s all about patience and timing.

“man gets married and suddenly he knows everything,” david says in a stage whisper to elliot. “how many times times did you see eliza in person, not counting the wedding?”

“when you know, you know,” he says easily. the red cross girls cross into the bar area and he looks over at david. “you want to go for a grand finale?”

“got my fuckin six my ass,” he mumbles into his beer.

“gentlemen,” mary says, eyeing david, currently staring into his drink like it might hold the secret of eternal life to avoid eye contact. “behaving?”

“ladies. always,” indigo looks over his shoulder at david. “most of us.”

“i don’t speak for hatcher,” elliot adds. “you all look nice tonight.”

he mostly means nell. no, he only means nell. if mary or helen have any distinguishing features, he’s completely forgotten they exist. he knows her expressions and features as well as his own. david’s obsessed with her dimple but she has this way of smiling at him that makes her eyes light up and him feel like the only man alive. she’ll be beautiful her entire life but it’s the way she’s genuinely herself that he can’t seem to keep away from.

a little while longer, he reminds himself. she’d just asked for some time and he can give that to her, easy.

indigo politely asks how they’re doing while david slowly creeps down the bar and out of sight.

“well, we’re losing nell to london in january but if hatcher can keep his mitts to himself when the new girl gets here, we should survive,” helen says.

“we’ll do our best.”

it’s the first elliot has heard of nell’s request to be transferred to a red cross hospital in london being approved. he’s happy for her but the idea of not seeing her every day causes a pang of anxiety. she’s told him about it a few times and when he last asked, she was still waiting for a place to open up. that had been last week ago so something must have changed and fast. she gives him a smile that looks almost apologetic, goes back to talking.

mary excuses them when their drinks come up at the bar and elliot and indigo stand around talking a bit longer with other officers and listening to the band. indigo checks his watch and sighs. “should probably go hunt down hatch, make sure he isn’t too fucked. take it easy, yeah?”

elliot stays out a bit longer, loses miserably at darts to jack and ben (who now seem to be tag teaming all comers)and talks about this conference they’re going to at oxford with sid. he tries to keep his eyes off of nell. finally accepting he’s failing, he excuses himself to go find her. he passes by her, maybe a little too close, but close enough for him to mumble “meet me outside?” for only her to hear. she nods very slightly and he keeps moving through the clubhouse and out into the cool november night. he wishes he smoked more at times like this, if only to have something to do with his hands while he waits. she’s only a few minutes behind him but it feels longer when she finally steps out, buttoning her uniform jacket against the cold.

“now i have to call you nurse howard for real, don’t i?”

she laughs and comes over to him. “i just found out today. i wanted to tell you earlier-“

he shakes his head to cut her off. “it’s amazing. i know you’ve been waiting.”

she smiles and if he’s been cataloging her smiles, this one is proud. he likes it, just a little more smug that her usual and deservedly so. she’s like him - she doesn’t talk about herself well or often and he likes seeing her proud. “i have. i mean, i knew i’d have to retire from coffee detail eventually.”

“i’ll miss you.” it slips out before he can stop himself and he realizes that he wouldn’t take it back as soon as the words are in the air. she knows how he feels already, if not the exact depth of it. there’s no use in hiding it anymore.

there it is, that warm, sweet smile he’s willing to fuck up his entire career for. “i’ll miss you too. i’m sorry, i know we’re-“ she trails off and presses her lips together, pinning something back.

“i can write.”

her smile comes back. “you could come see me.”

he laughs. “i don’t think i’m going to want to be in a position to see you at the hospital.”

“yeah, i don’t want to see you there either. but maybe on a pass?”

“i would love to see you in london on a pass.”

the music coming through the door changes over to something smooth and slow - “deep purple” maybe but they all sort of sound the same to him. “come on,” he says, holding out his hand to her. “feel like i owe you a dance before you leave.”

she smiles and takes it, easily stepping into his arms. he can hold her closer out here than he would inside and her cheek rests right on his shoulder, her fingers twisting with his with a contented sigh. he isn’t sure how he’s not supposed to spend the rest of his life thinking about that or how perfectly she fits against him. he’s not too tall for her and she’s not too short for him. they’re exactly right.

this feels like one of those soft moments he’ll remember when he’s lonely or flying and needs to remember who he is in the ground. it’s clear tonight, clear and starry and somewhere under the eternal smell of engine oil and cigarette smoke, her perfume has gotten into his nose but maybe it’s been there for months already. she feels soft and there’s so little in his life that’s soft anymore. it’s all rough, sharp edges and smoke and fire. the small of her back is the perfect size for his hand to rest and - shit.

“sorry,” he mumbles. he’s usually a better dancer - brutally trained by his exes in at least the basics - and doesn’t step on toes but his brain and body seem to have a disconnect when it’s nell in his arms. “i don’t have many moves.”

she laughs, the sound humming against his neck, and adjusts her fingers in his. “forgiven. what are these moves?”

he leans back a bit so he can look at her when they talk. “well, you’re getting the shuffle right now. that’s my best.”

“best shuffling i’ve had in a long time.”

“i can also shuffle fast but that’s advanced.” she laughs again and now he’s just talking to keep making her laugh. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it. “spinning and dipping, i’ve got a fifty-fifty rate. dropped my senior prom date and she never spoke to me again.”

“hmm, sounds like her loss.” her arms move to twine around his neck and he relocates his hands to her waist. “i like the shuffle, for the record.”

close now, close enough to kiss her and he does, light and easy, as though he hasn’t been thinking about it nonstop since london, since the night he’d kissed her and she’d asked for a little time, even as it feels like he’s burning alive. “that’s good because-“

she interrupts to kiss him again, lips parted in an invitation he doesn’t need to think twice about. her hands are warm on his neck and the sigh she makes when he deepens the kiss sinks into his bones where he knows it’ll stay for the rest of his life. they could have been doing this for months but it feels worth the wait. he doesn’t know how long they kiss for but when they come up for air, the song has changed and it could be five minutes or five hours later for all he knows.

“you’re not going to run off on me, are you?” he asks, half teasing and half asking. it’s months ago now but he remembers waking up on the floor without her there in london still sticks with him. he’d missed her and felt ridiculous for it.

“no chance,” she says simply, kissing him again, his face in her hands. “i think that’s been enough waiting.”

“finally putting me out of my misery?”

she laughs a little but her eyes are serious. “you know i’m all yours.”

his hands rest on her wrists and he sighs. “it feels really good to hear you say that.”

her eyebrows arch. “not going to say it back?”

he laughs and kisses her on the forehead. “i think if i started, i couldn’t stop.”

she smiles, that soft, bright eyed smile. “i can’t wait to hear it.”

a piercing sound tears through the haze and elliot’s eyes snap to the now open clubhouse door. it’s hatcher, leaning in the door frame. he’s got a wolf whistle like a goddamn tex avery character that scares the shit out of elliot and violently reconnects his brain and body. nell stiffens in his arms and any spell is broken.

“okay! fuckin finally!”

“at least it’s just hatcher,” he says, reluctantly letting her go.

“yeah,” she agrees, smoothing hair that he seems to have rumpled. “i should go back in.”

“i’ll see you?”

she nods and kisses him again, quick and light, squeezing his hand once before letting go to dash past david with a look that’s equal parts wary and warning. he grins at her.

“well, well, well, well, well,” david says, clapping slowly like he’s at a ball game to get the crowd going. “looks like i’m coming into some money.”

“fuck off, hatch,” he says but there’s no heat to it. if anything, there’s almost a hint of relief that it’s out in the open and that it’s david and not someone who will actually give a shit. hastings would give a shit. helen would probably kill him. he’s not sure hatchet is even capable of of giving a shit anymore.

david finally manages to light his cigarette, still laughing to himself. “you have no idea the work i’ve put into this shit. i was ready to give up.”

“you can at least give me one of those if you’re going to be a son of a bitch,” elliot says, nodding towards the pack of luckies in david’s pocket. he takes the one he’s offered and lights it a little clumsily. his heartbeat is still thundering and his hands want to be back on nell more than anywhere else.

he laughs again. “goddamn, i’m about to be a wealthy man. jack didn’t think you’d make a move until christmas, hardy had new year’s, sam had never. i had november twentieth on the dot.”

“i feel like we should get a cut,” elliot says. hatcher looks at him, a little confused. “did most of the work here.”

he snorts. “oh yeah, you call that work? fine, rich uncle hatchy will chip in on your first date but-“ now he gestures with his lit cigarette in a way that threatens his mustache. “you have to name your first born after me.”

“what if it’s a girl?”

“davidienne. easy.” he inhales and exhales slowly. “i’m happy for you. seriously. you’re both…good.”

“thanks, hatch.”

he shrugs. “you deserve good shit. come on, let’s get my goddamn money.”

#type: writing #s: elliot x nell #verse: at the end of the world #no you re-wrote an entire short just because you could do it better now

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about this blog

last updated: 2024-08-04

This is the mobile version of my about page, for the website one click here.

I’m rather new to tumblr, please be patient with me if I do something that goes against all the unspoken rules of this website.

Hey, I’m L@zzerot :)

… and I’m not sure what I want this blog to be; initially it was created to post JoJo fan art and to get away from the shitholes that are instagram and twitter, but it turned into a variety fan art and meme account.

The posts on my blog are generally queued for one (or a couple) post(s) per weekday at 21:00 CE(S)T/UTC +1(+2), so apologies for weirding you out when I like your art/meme, only to reblog it an eternity later. My queue usually has no less than 80 posts so it’s really gonna take a while. I also can't guarantee for the queue to always be full OR it might be too full so there might be times where this blog is just dead for a while OR randomly starts posting about a completely different fandom.

Which is why if you actually want to follow me for some reason do yourself a favor and use the tag filter, I tag my posts very thoroughly so you can usually be rather specific with what you don't want to see. One day I'll get around to making a tag list for that very purpose, I promise.

My friend told me the appeal of tumblr is that you can post the most random shit and you’ll find your people, so I’m gonna try to do that, but I’m used to censoring myself on 'social' media, so yeah…

I also have a side blog for my other less tumblr-friendly interests/for more personal (shit) posts, especially my taste in music if you’re interested in that.

But to give you a heads up, here’s…

…the things you can expect to see on this blog:

visual art I like (fan art, surrealistic, abstract, funny and not so funny comics/manga-esque stuff, MtG art, photography, animation and the like and a lot more I can’t think of right now)

niche music that I’m currently into

occasionally my own (fan) art of those things if I’m not too depressed to draw

m e m e s

…the reoccurring fandoms and topics on this blog:

... various fandoms

Star Trek (whatever I'm watching at the moment, I plan to watch all of Star Trek so this will probably be the main thing on my blog for a while)

The Expanse (same thing as with Star Trek tbh, except that I try to read the books first before watching the show)

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (mostly Part 6, 7 and 8, possibly 9, focused on Johnny Joestar, Josefumi Kujo and Yoshikage Kira 8)

The Legend of Zelda

Professor Layton

Magic the Gathering

Krabat

Monster Blood Tattoo

... music

Shortparis

Siddharta

dubioza kolektiv

Death Cab for Cutie

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Laibach

RotFront

various Power Metal bands

and a lot more niche (alternative) artists that I’m not gonna list here (you probably get a better grasp of my taste in music by browsing the #music recommendation tag on my side blog)

... visual artists

Lyonel & Andreas Feininger

M.C. Escher

... general topics

linguistics

history

trains

... a general warning for last:

This blog might contain traces of normal/artistic and sexually loaded nudity. The latter is tagged as nsfw if I don't forget about it; the former isn't. If you browse tumblr in public that's on you.

#about #lazzerot

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charlies-gillespie · 3 years

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finally free | luke patterson

paring: ghost!fem!reader x ghost!luke patterson

summary: after Luke duets with Julie, reader gets jealous and poofs away. Luke finds her and the two have a conversation that ends much differently than reader expected

requested: no

length: medium to long

rating: PG

warnings: none

!! NOT MY GIF !!

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You are hanging in the shadows on the side of the stage in a café when a guy with a microphone walks onto the stage.

“Okay, it looks like we’re closing the night out with one more group,” the guy says. He looks down at his notepad. “Julie and the Fat Ones.” The crowd snickers as you watch Julie walk past the Dirty Candy girls and walk onto the stage.

Julie finds her way to the piano and puts her microphone on the stand above the piano. “Hi,” she says into her microphone. “It’s actually ‘Julie and the Phantoms’.” No one reacts. “Okay.”

She begins to play the piano and sing. From hearing practices in the studio, you know how talented Julie is. Her vocals are amazing.

And she doesn’t know you exist. You’ve kind of stayed away from her but you’ve sat outside the garage, listening in to band practices. You’re only here for Luke. He’s a ghost, yes, but so are you. You met him when walking the beach one night. He poofed to the beach out of nowhere, scaring you, and the two of you have grown close in the few weeks since that happened.

You think he has a thing for you, and you definitely have a thing. Who wouldn’t? He’s cute, funny, and extremely talented. When Luke’s not with his band or writing songs for Julie and the Phantoms, he’s usually off somewhere with you.

The crowd watches Julie as she sings alone on the stage with the piano. Some sway their heads to the beat.

Until the beat drops and the guys appear on the stage.

I got a spark in me Hands up if you can see And you're a part of me Hands up if you're with me Now 'til eternity Hands up if you believe Been so long and now we're finally free

Luke’s singing into his mic along with Julie, who gets up from her seat at the piano. The crowd electrifies when the guys appear on stage with their instruments.

You smile and sway a bit to the beat yourself.

We know we can make it We're not falling down under Close my eyes and feel my chest Beating like thunder I wanna fly Come alive Watch me shine

Luke and Julie look at each other as they sing their little duet together. You stop swaying and watch them, seeing the look on Luke’s face.

Then it hits you that he definitely doesn’t have a thing for you. He absolutely has a thing for Julie though.

After repeating the refrain, Julie turns toward Luke. Luke quickly runs over and shares a microphone with Julie as he repeats back to her what’s sung to him.

I got a spark in me I got a spark in me And you're a part of me And you're a part of me Now 'til eternity Now 'til eternity Been so long and now we're finally free

After repeating the refrain again, the guys and Julie begin harmonizing and Luke walks over to the side of the stage you’re on. He plays guitar in front of the crowd in front of you. He looks at you and meets your eyes.

You look away and he goes back to his microphone. After singing a line, he backs away from his mic and looks at Julie. A small smile forms on Luke’s face as she sings the final line in the song. Luke looks at her in awe as she sings.

The song ends and the guys poof off the stage. You poof away, slightly jealous. You poof to the beach where you and Luke first met.

With a sigh, you sit in the sand by the water. The moonlight lights up the beach a bit and you watch the waves crash. You bring your knees up and rest your chin on your knees.

It hurts, knowing the guy you have a crush on likes someone else. It hurts more than most people know.

Plus, Julie is a Lifer. You don’t know why Luke likes a Lifer considering the circumstances.

With a sigh, you rest your forehead on your knees and close your eyes.

You hear a whoosh noise and a “hey Y/N”. Luke’s here. He found you. You don’t know why you came here of all places. He knows he can always find you here.

“I thought you’d be with the band,” you tell him, your voice monotone.

Luke says, “I was able to celebrate with the band. I wanted to come celebrate with you, Y/N.”

Still slightly hurt, you say, “Yeah, well, I’m not really in the mood for a celebration, Luke.” You haven’t been able to look up at him. You’re too afraid you’ll cry if you look up at him and you won’t want to cry in front of him. If you cry then you’ll have to explain why and you don’t want to explain why.

He sits beside you and says, “I saw you poof out after our number. Did you need to leave to go somewhere?”

You sigh and say, “I needed to get out of there. It was stuffy.”

“Then why did you look away from me when I made eye contact with you when I was on stage?” he asks. “Did I do something to hurt you?”

Getting slightly annoyed, you say, “No, Luke. You haven’t done anything to hurt me.” Sarcasm is laced in your voice.

Luke picks up on the sarcasm and asks, “What did I do, Y/N? Please, tell me, because I don’t like it when we fight.”

Finally, you look at him. He has a look of worry on his face and you respond with, “Why do you have a thing for a Lifer? You know she’ll grow old and you won’t.”

A smile forms on Luke’s face and he asks, “You think I have a crush on Julie? No. Kinda ew. She’s my bandmate and is more of a sister than anything to me. She’s a lifer and I know she’ll grow old and I won’t. Why do you think …” He trails off, realizing the answer. “You have a thing for me, don’t you? That’s why you’re acting like this and why you poofed out of the café after ‘Finally Free’ was over.”

You jump into immediate defense mode, saying, “No! I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. Nuh uh. Gross. You’re, like, my best friend. Bleh.”

He laughs and says, “You definitely have a thing for me, Y/N. I can tell. You got all jealous and left right after the number was done. That’s why you asked why I liked Julie when I don’t.”

“Stop!” you say, getting up and stepping back from Luke. “I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. You’re cute and all, plus really talented and really funny. But I don’t have a thing for you.”

Luke smiles up at you and say, “You definitely do. Why are you all the way over there then?”

You make a face and say, “You have cooties.”

The guitarist laughs and says, “We’re not in second grade, Y/N. I don’t have cooties.”

“Fine,” you admit. “Maybe I have a very very small thing for you. Like it’s so small that it’s practically nonexistent.”

He laughs and gets up, standing in front of you. You sigh and Luke says, “That’s okay, Y/N. I have a very very small thing that it’s basically nonexistent for you too.”

Your jaw almost drops when he makes that comment. He just admitted he has feelings for you, and you’re still standing like eight feet from him.

He doesn’t like Julie. He likes you. You’re shocked by this because you really thought he liked Julie.

“I’m embarrassed now,” you tell him. “I really had it in my head that you were into Julie.”

Luke smiles and asks, “How that you found out I’m not into Julie?”

You blink at him and reply with, “I’m still not sure because it was really deep in my head that you were into her.”

The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms steps closer to you and he says, “I am definitely not into Julie. I am definitely into you, Y/N. How could I not be into you? You’re very cute, you make me laugh, and the little cheek dimple you have when you smile is my favorite thing ever.” You smile when he says that to you. “Yeah, just like that.”

Your heart races in your chest as you slowly ask, “What happens now?”

Luke steps closer to you again, singing softly, “I got a spark in me. And you’re a part of me. Now til eternity. Been so long and now I’m finally free.” He meets your eyes and looks at you so intensely that you shiver.

He stands a few inches away from you now instead of eight feet away. You continue staring up at him. “I, um,” you stammer. “Luke.”

“That’s my name,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him before saying, “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Luke lets out a soft laugh before he says, “Yet you haven’t poofed away or anything.”

Your eyes are still on Luke’s as you say, “I can if you want.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke sternly says before he takes your face in his hands, pulling you toward him. Your lips collide with his and you gasp.

Luke is kissing you. You’re kissing Luke. This is a thing that is currently happening.

You kiss him back almost immediately and melt against his body. The kiss is soft and sweet, and it feels like you’ve done it a thousand times. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as he kisses you.

After a few seconds, Luke pulls back from the kiss and you look up at him. “I should’ve asked if that was okay,” he stammers. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t think-” You cut him off with a second kiss. He smiles against your lips as you kiss him. He now knows it was okay that he kissed you first.

The kiss continues for a little bit before you pull away. Luke looks down at you and says, “I want you to meet the band, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you say. “Take me to meet your band.”

He smiles before poofing away. You poof right behind you, both of you meeting outside the garage you’ve sat outside of dozens of times, listening to Luke practicing.

Luke walks through the door. He says, “I have someone I’d like you all to meet.” You walk through the garage door. Julie and his bandmates all sit scattered throughout the garage. Julie looks at you, obviously being able to see ghosts.

“This is everyone,” Luke says. “That’s Julie, Reggie, and Alex.”

You wave hello to everyone and Alex says, “We still don’t know her name, dude.”

“Right. This is Y/N,” Luke tells his bandmates. “My girlfriend.”

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ukiyokki · 4 years

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

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