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airi-p4 · 3 months
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Marinette fluttered through the thick falling snow in a near panic. It helped hide her, but also made finding her target that much harder. The streets of Paris were all but empty tonight. The storm had been going for hours and everyone smart was hunkered down to wait it out. A particularly large flake bopped her in the face, sending her spiraling almost into a drift. Being a fairy had its ups and downs sometimes. Marinette shook herself and fluttered up again. The beat of her wings was loud in her ears, her breath made little puffs from the exertion. Her cheeks were frozen but she wouldn't stop her search until... "Luka!" She spotted him trudging, hands in pockets, through knee deep snow. His collar was up and his head down. He was very much not wearing the scarf she had made for him. Seeing it hanging on the back of of chair had been what made her venture out. She sped directly into his chest, hugging as much of his snow-soaked jacket as her arms could reach. "M-m-m-mari-nette?"
He raised a hand to touch her, and it felt colder than the falling snow! She darted up in front of his face. "Luka, you're going to freeze!"
"N-n-nah, I'm f-fine. Just had to c-c-close the shop."
She fretted, "Where is your bicycle?"
He shifted his footing in the softpack. "C-c-couldn't ride, in s-snow." She was vibrating with concern. She caught hold of his upturned collar and started to pull. "Come on, I'll help!" Luka took two more lunging steps through the snow before stopping again. He brought his hands up and blew into them. His voice had dropped to barely a whisper. "J-just let me... warm... up"
He started shaking again, even as he blew. It was worse than before. Marinette let go of his collar, struggled with herself over a thought, then dove into his collar, wriggling her way in against his chest under his jacket. Instantly the fact that she was this close to Luka hit her. She felt her temperature spike, but she fought it. She recited patterns, needle sizes, yarn types, color shades, anything she could think of that would fill up her head. It worked, her heat leveled off. She felt a tough through the fabric of her little Luka-cave. "Marinette?"
Her wings fluttered fitfully against him, trapped as they were. "Am I helping, Luka?"
The touch moved along her back through the jacket, feather light. "You are." Even his voice sounded warm.
Luka resumed his trek, one crunching step at a time. Marinette held on, daring to burrow in a little, and kept thoughts of knitting flowing through her mind. Soon it became hard to think though. As Luka walked he began to hum. The vibrations in his chest lulled her, but she held on. She wanted him to be warm. She wanted him to be safe. She wanted... Marinette woke up with a start. She blinked into a candlelit gloom. She was under a blanket, no, stuck carefully in a mitten. She was back on the Liberty. Luka! Her wings buzzed as she fluttered them free, she had to- "I'm here Mari," Luka's soft voice reached her.
Marinette turned her head and there he was, sitting at the desk she was laid on, his chin on his arms. He had a blanket over his shoulders and a steaming mug on the table beside him. As she settled back into her mitten-bed he smiled at her.
"Glad you're up. I was worried you'd used up too much heat helping me. Here."He scooted a tiny thimble across the desk, then used a dropper to transfer a tiny potion of his cocoa to it for her.
Marinette reached for it, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Sharing a drink with Luka! She lifted the oversized mug and took a sip, letting the revitalizing sweetness fill her up. She hadn't even realized how much her heat had dimmed. when she'd finished she realized Luka was still watching her, chin on arms again. She half-hid behind the thimble in embarrassment. A merry spark lit his eyes in response. "Thank you, Marinette."
A thank you, sharing a drink, snuggling under his jacket, being tucked into bed; all of it made her want to burst into flames again, but she knew, even with that risk that one thing was true. She looked up into those ocean blue eyes, "I'd do it again for you, anytime."
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
I'M GOING TO CRYYYYY 😭😭😭
THIS IS SO PRECIOUS OMGGGG
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Spoilers/impressions under the cut (bc it's LONG):
The way she's searching for him desperately in the middle of the snow and the storm (she's so worried... cutie... ;v;)
The snowflake falling on her tiny face (HOW ADORABLE!!)
The relief when she founds him AAAAAH
"WHY IS HE NOT WEARING THE SCARF I MADE FOR HIM!?" *angry puffy cheeks*
Luka freezing in the snow and unable to ride his bicycle because of the snow (poor him 🥺)
MARINETTE'S TINY HUG TO GIVE HIM WARMTH!!! 🥺😭💙
Marinette trying to control her magic but giving it all for Luka's sake and Luka taking care of her when they're back at the Liberty... I ADORE how they take care of each other- THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS 🥺
The MITTEN-BED!! SOFT!! SWEET!!! ;v;
THE WARM COCOA and the thimble-cup!!! 🥺 *Off-topic but tbh, I've been struggling a lot thinking about recipients Marinette could drink from before and since I couldn't decide on one I avoided drawing it ^^; This thimble-cup is a lovely idea I'll have to consider now (even if Luka giving her drinks with a tea spoon is still my favorite option atm)*
SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH- THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH- MY HEARTTTTT- 😭💙
I feel so warm now. My heart is warm... (;v;)
AKSDJNAJSNDASD -I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!
Thank you so much for writing this!! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE it!! 💙
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mmoxie · 10 months
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Part 0 - Preamble.
Wilson Titlee.
You deserve it.
Those three words loomed over Dani as she started up past the automated doors. An old slogan waiting to be remodeled away, lit in the pale shades of orange and yellow comprising the logo above.
Most of a month ago, Dani had turned in a paper application. The woman at the customer service desk- Gina, she remembered- had seemed optimistic.
"Shit, we'll take all the help we can get around here, hon."
And then she waited, frittering checks out of her little nest egg to keep the lights on, renting a stack of tapes every Saturday and sitting by the phone, waiting on any one of a dozen callbacks.
Her fortieth birthday passed a few months back, and she remembered celebrating with a few friends at a seafood restaurant. It wasn't that long ago that she was living her best life between bites of fried flounder and hushpuppies, washed down with the coldest beer three American dollars could buy.
Life was good. She was finally going to finish her degree, she had quit smoking, and her landlord- by all accounts the oldest woman in Erewhon County- had looked her right in the eye after a missed rent check and said the kindest sentence she'd heard in her entire adult life-
"I think I've got everything I need, hon. How 'bout you just keep it all in one piece for me?"
Unfortunately, that verbal agreement didn't stand up in small claims court, and before she could get comfortable in a life without rent, the entire building- built in 1919 as a stopover for riverboat merchants coming inland from the Mississippi- was gone.
Chevette wasn't a bad town, but nothing could stay there anymore. Every time someone built a plaza or opened a restaurant to "stimulate the economy," it inevitably came with the shutdown of beloved institutions like Fiorello's Pizza or the Shoot n' Scoot.
And then there was the Wilson Titlee, proudly serving the same six hundred or so people, week after week. Only grocery store in town. Leftover appendix of a bigger chain that you find all over the state.
It was the only game in town with a paycheck that didn't come out of some sweet old retiree who remembered when a nickel could get you a handful of Atkinson's peanut butter bars.
She stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray mounted atop a concrete trash can, then dropped an empty softpack of Pall Mall Blues into the bag beneath.
That was six years ago.
Now in 2014, the place she accepted as a sensible job to tide her over a while felt like a bear trap around her ankle. The news had gone to shit- nobody talked about clones anymore, what happened to Dolly? There weren't any news stories about aliens or fossilized bacteria on Mars, or zoo animals learning sign language or how to skateboard.
It was all bullshit, but she was miserable to realize that she had relied on that bullshit. It was padding in a world that was always rough with her. You could absorb a lot more in terms of trouble and woe if you had a home video of a guy getting his pants torn off by a hungry horse wrapped around your brain.
Couldn't rent from Blockbuster anymore, either. What a world.
"You on the desk today, hon?" Gina asked with a sympathetic grin.
"Nah, no lotto duty today. Some guy from district is coming in, so I'm gonna find some work in the back. Maybe help out in the dairy cooler."
Gina chuckled at that. She always seemed to take Dani's growing contempt for every moving part of the company with a kind of vague agreement, but would never go beyond joking.
There was a time when they talked about other things. There was once an outage at the lotto counter, and the two of them had talked about Heat and Goodfellas for three hours straight. Now it was just the news, the company, and why the company was in the news this time.
Dani had a routine. It wasn't always the same, but it was always something like this:
Clock in.
Wander over to deli.
Get a cheese biscuit and a bottle of sweet tea.
Eat in the stockroom while reading the latest post-its on the wall.
Run freight- groceryside got trucks every single day. She liked the one with the pantry goods best. Nobody else wanted to handle glass pickle jars and forty pound bags of rice.
Work slowly until lunch. Bottom shelf to top shelf. Knees and back hurt too much for any unnecessary bending.
Walk across the parking lot to Shoney's for lunch. Try a wedge salad, hate it, and get a seafood plate.
Walk across the parking lot and clock in again.
Spiritually-mandated paid bathroom break.
Check in on the latest display project. Might be doing something fancy with cans of beans, or filling up a big bin with chips.
Help out until last break.
Smoke.
Check the schedule for 30 minutes to an hour. If anyone asks, there's vacation planning in the future.
Clock out, go home, check on the crock pot, feed Seebs.
This repeated five or six days a week, and then there would be a blessed day or two of rest, listening to the radio in bed and talking on the phone with mom. Maybe they'd have a laugh about gray hairs coming in, or reminisce about going to Action Park in her junior year at Jim Bagby. Her first time on a train, too! She missed trains.
And then Seebs- Sebastian, like that kid from Neverending Story- would lay twenty-three pounds of cat on her chest while she dozed off, and before she knew it, the bear trap would close on her leg again.
All this she could tolerate- maybe in perpetuity- if it weren't for the fact that she saw Office Space in theaters half a lifetime ago.
Peter Gibbons was in her head ever since.
"I'd say, in a given week, I probably only do about 15 minutes of real, actual work."
"And here's something else, Bob. I have 8 bosses right now."
“Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.”
When the opening shift lead, the front end lead, the stock crew head, the assistant store lead, the director, the coordinator, the chief merchandiser, and the standards manager had all, in a row, asked her if she had received a certain e-mail about how they were going to "build out" the most recent delivery of barbecue sauce, because if she had, she wouldn't have just merched them right on the shelf...
...It was too real. Too much. She tried to reach for that Peter Gibbons zen, tried to hypnotize herself into a happy place that existed somewhere on the other side of acceptance- and instead just grit her teeth harder, and harder, and harder.
These days, she went home with pain in her neck and jaw from stress alone. She couldn't put up with much more.
One of these days, she was just going to... blow up.
Next->
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tussive · 7 months
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Went to the gas station that's closer to where I work for cigarettes on one of my 10 minute breaks today and the guy tells me the softpacks of Newport 100s are $1 cheaper. I've had people sell me softpacks before by accident when they're new or whatever, they're always stale as shit because no one buys them. Truly disgusting.
So I ask him, "Are they old? I've had soft packs before and they're always stale." "No these are good, I promise." "Alright, i'm going to trust you, give me the soft pack."
And he was telling the truth, they're not stale in the slightest. This isn't a very interesting story I just like that guy and probably am going to start frequenting their store more than Sheetz even though they have a smaller selection and are more expensive. It's way to easy too earn my loyalty.
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Protect Your Art With Softpack: Safe Transportation Solution
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taka0811 · 5 months
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marlboroleather · 3 years
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clwyle · 3 years
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like or reblog if u save
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vkooplanet · 4 years
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googie soft icons 🥺
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jikook pack
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snapping-snapping · 5 years
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🎪 (( ⇄ 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘩𝘶𝘢,, 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬
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E ela diz a ele; "Ohh amor, ninguém nunca vai te machucar, amor!" Eu vou te dar todo o meu amor! Nada importa quanto você. ♫
Clean Bandit - Rockabye.
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softpacksly-blog · 5 years
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j-hope, bts ♡
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twittbangtan · 6 years
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taekook kiss softpack◞♡
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