#EVERYONE gets to go to tahiti

[the-faultofdaedalus]

"what if the avengers died"-- fury sends them to tahiti he's got this figured out he's SOLVED this problem next question

[aguagua]

no but i like wanna talk about vandermatthews and hosea specifically,, but also I’m literally incoherent so it’s just gonna live in my tags

[yungdab]

holy mary 👍

[genderqueerdykes]

BOYCOTT THE 2024 OLYMPICS

this shit is to DISTRACT you from what's going on in the world right now: i cannot believe that i'm watching people on this website of all websites celebrate the olympics this year. israeli soldiers are participating in the games this year while Arab athletes are struggling to be allowed to participate, all while their families are dying by the hundreds. if you are not aware this year's games are completely fueled by Zionism:

there is nothing to celebrate at ALL here. my favorite band did the opening ceremony and i STILL don't give a fuck about this and i'm disgusted they opted to participate. i can't listen to them again after this. there's NO reason to be celebrating ANY of this. the olympics were designed to bring people together but it's more clear than ever that this is just for money and prestige. the rights of the Arab athletes and palestinians everywhere are being directly threatened by this and allowing israeli soldiers to participate is a direct slap in the face to every palestinian who has died in this conflict, and everyone else running for their lives.

also wherever the olympics host their events, they bring financial and economical ruin. these grand spectacles come with an extremely expensive cost, mostly in the form of destroying and taking land from indigenous people, and kicking homeless people out of the cities where the games are taking place: please read these articles:

FUCK THE 2024 OLYMPICS, THEY'RE DESIGNED TO TAKE YOUR EYES OFF GAZA. RESIST. PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.

[soy-garbage]

JJK SMAU RECOMMENDATIONS !

Hi everyone!! i always have trouble finding jjk smaus so if you're like me then this list is for you! all the credit for the works goes to the amazing authors who made them, and if you wrote any of these and are seeing my post: MWUA!! Thank you for the great content!!! ≧◡≦<33 (part 2 here!)

(Completed: ✿)

(On going: ★)

･:*SMAU SERIES! :

 Is There Someone Else / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// you didn’t care that you were getting cheated on. truthfully you believed you deserved it, you would go as far to call it karma even; you reap what you sow. but the same can’t be said for your best friend. So if you weren’t going to break up with your boyfriend for your sake? well then you’d break up with him for your best friend’s sake.

Rewrite it / Gojo Satoru x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// Gojo had never once stopped being completely in love with you, and he regrets his actions to this day—constantly thinking about how he could rewrite it if he could. but now that you’re back in his life, the question is: can he?

The Stars Align / Nanami Kento x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// nanami has never cared for soulmates. the idea was never appealing to him, and he thinks it’s complete bullshit once he meets you because how could someone as perfect as you not be his soulmate?

TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME / Gojo Satoru x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// wherein you spend your every waking day talking to a guy who you just met on a random dating app.

DAYLIGHT / Nanami Kento x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// nanami thought he did what was best for y/n when he broke up with her, but he could not have been more wrong. he isn’t making it better when he accidentally sends her a follow request and doesn’t even realize.

THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// Itadori yuji is behind the account “the one and only cupid” where others in tokyo can anonymously ship two people they think should get together. what happens when you’re suddenly shipped with fushiguro megumi whom you’ve never talked to before and why do you all of a sudden have to see him in the school hallway every single day?

it’s a match! / Gojo Satoru x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// in which you match with a horny gojo on tinder

Apple cider / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// you and megumi have known each other since jr. high. eventually, things get out of hand and you end up falling out. you meet again in tokyo jujutsu high only to remember old issues and realize new feelings.

･:*SMAU ACCOUNTS! : 

@satoruoo

@bbunisre

@inmaki

@tahiti-island-dream

That's it!! i'll probably be updating it later but so far these are the ones i found!! check out all the accounts i tagged! i love their content and i'm sure you will too<3

thank you for reading ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡

(@romantichomicide95 here's some more recommendations!)

( All the credit of the smaus goes to the accounts who made them! : @tamakigf @piichuu @satorunii @todayisawthewhxlewxrld )

[tmntxthings]

So I’ve been seeing a bunch of Future Leo fics where he goes back in time floating around and it got me thinking

Imagine being Leo’s s/o in the future only to die like protecting him or something and then when he gets sent back and sees his s/o’s younger self?? The angst material here!!? Especially if they aren’t dating yet and get together during the Kraang apocalypse. And then when Young Leonardo is being stupid he pulls him aside and grabs his shoulders and is like

“Cherish them! Fucking cherish them!!” As he like sobs or something idk.

This idea just popped into my head. Feel free to add on or just react to this

一∑ blast from the past。・゜・

my reaction? OUCH- my freaking heart anon, you just stomped on it, did a little jig on it, DAMN 😏 you’re good

author’s notes: idk just adding a little something something to this angsty bit^ also imagine future!leo like being unable to stop himself from pursuing 👀 like the implications… the jealousy.. the age gap? 💀 JUST A THOUGHT OKAY???

warnings: angst, cursing, more angst, flashbacks, mentions of death and unedited asf

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About a month had gone by since Leo had dropped out of the sky back in time. During that time, he had explained himself as best he could. It was surprising how easily they accepted the concept of time travel but Leo guessed they had experienced weirder things! Luckily he had traveled back a day before his younger self royally fucked up! That gave Leo time to explain the kraang with the help of dad, and formulate a foolproof plan. They had made sure to save the world without any casualties. The Kraang didn’t even get the chance to exit the prison dimension. He had saved the world. He had saved their world. Maybe that could make up for the wrongs he had committed in his own timeline. It didn’t feel like it, but Leo felt at least a little bit of hope knowing that none of his brothers would be dying because of his mistake this time around.

After that some things had to be settled. The main thing was what would he do now? A 40-something turtle in a timeline that wasn’t his own. He didn’t belong, despite this being his home. So when the dilemma came up about what to do with the key. Leo readily offered up himself. He had plenty of reasons. 1. He had lived his life already, he didn’t mind living on the run, away from New York, away from the Foot Clan. 2. He was older, he wouldn’t make the same mistakes twice. 3. Who else would do it? It wasn’t like it could be destroyed and it also couldn’t stay in the lair or anywhere else that the Hamato Clan held dear.

So yeah, he would take the key. And he would go on what he liked to call around the youngins ‘a vacation.’ He made it sound so grand. He would go travel the world. The first mutant turtle world traveler! To Tahiti and beyond. Plus it wasn’t like they couldn’t call him, FaceTime him. It would be like he had never left! At least that’s what he told the teenagers. For the most part Leo thought he had convinced them. And he had convinced himself too.. until he saw you.

He rarely left the lair, now more than ever since he was leaving in a couple of days. He couldn’t continue to risk everyone’s safety by staying for too much longer. For having the key there in one place for so long. But he had wanted to spend as much time with the boys as possible, so when they offered for him to join in patrol, “Ya know only if your old bones can handle it~” Leon shot back. “What he means to say is—“ Raph started to say, giving his little blue brother an annoyed side eye. “Sure sure, we’ll see who’s trailing behind on the rooftops,” Leo said with a smirk.

The competitive glint shone not only in Leon’s eyes but everyone’s. Good! Leo thought to himself and kept his word. He had a massive lead, the youngins still had a lot to learn. Which made the inevitable departure that much harder. He skidded to a stop on a low-rise building. He peered behind his shoulder, smiling at the group who were now racing amongst themselves for second place. He chuckled to himself as he turned back to the street in front of him. Leaning over the edge to see the sidewalk and it was like someone had physically punched him. Straight in the gut. He wobbled backwards, blinking rapidly before moving forward once more. It couldn’t be! What were the chances?!

Yet there you were, headphones on, none the wiser of the ninja watching you from above. Trailing you as you continued on your merry way. Yes it was just like you, with music involved to be doing a little dance in the middle of walking. His breath caught in his throat. You were here. You were alive. It brought him back to his time, when he had lost you. The pain in his chest from the memory alone had his good hand going up to his upper-plastron. “What’re we looking at,” Leon murmured. It came as no surprise that he would get second place. What was a surprise was how serious he sounded. Leo made sure to school his features, to give nothing away. You didn’t need to get involved… maybe in this timeline you would never have to worry about mutants and villains.

Maybe you could have a normal life and continue doing your little happy dances down the New York City sidewalks. “Nothing, just had a flashback.” Leo decided a half truth would allow you to escape his younger versions curiosity. “Wait a minute! That’s Y/n!! Hold on Peepaw,” and before Leo could stop him, Leon was portaling down in front of your path. He had already met you in this timeline?? His gut wrenched as he pictured your lifeless face. A kraang standing tall, over your body and raining down a harsh red glow. Leo watched as his younger self became animated, talking cheerfully and pointing up to the rooftop. Leo immediately stepped back, the boys taking his place and waving down at you.

Raph looked back giving him a questionable look. Leo just shook his head. He didn’t think he could face you. It was a miracle in itself that he came across your path to begin with. “You guys done saving the world yet? Can I come hang soon??” You hollered and Leo flinched. Sure it was dark, and sure not many were out, but attention shouldn’t be drawn to them. Mikey readily hollered back, ��Soooooon! In like a couple of da—“

Donnie smacked a robo hand over his orange brother’s mouth. Donnie pressed his wrist and it lit up. “Not yet! I’ll text you.” He spoke into the voice channel. Leo assumed that was to keep the yelling to a minimum since Leon was next to you and could listen in to the comms. Leo couldn’t see what happened next but he felt nauseous. Like he had just ran a marathon, eaten too quickly, and went on a rollercoaster all at once. Leon portaled back up and Leo presumed you had left. Until you also came through the portal. He seized up all over again. If only for a second before realizing he was an adult and had to act like one. Maybe you wouldn’t notice him on the far side of—

“Yeah see, I told you ! He’s me, just from a different future!” Leon said smugly as he motioned his arm towards his future self. “Oh wow you weren’t kidding!” Your mouth dropped open in sheer shock. You were so close now. And so much younger, he had met you during the apocalypse in his lifetime. He drank in your features. They were softer, you weren’t battle worn, the light was still glowing in your eyes. Music played lowly from your headphones that rested on your collar. “Yeah he doesn’t talk much..” Leon coughed. Leo cleared his throat with frustration, such a little shit. “Hi,” he said lamely.

“Hi!” You smiled back, and took liberty to close the gap. “So I’m guessing you were a big help in saving the world huh?” Leo gulped. Was that a trick question? “Well.. yeah I guess,” it would be too time-consuming to say he had to learn the hard way first. Yeah, actually I destroyed my world, and being the last survivor fate must’ve felt like second-chances were a thing and dumped me here to fix what I had royally screwed. You wouldn’t understand, and from the innocent gaze in your eyes he wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t need to know the truth. It would only dull that spark. “Thank you! For coming back and saving our butts then,” you winked as if this was a little inside joke. Leo couldn’t help but crack a soft smile, one that must’ve gave himself away because in his peripheral he saw someone stiffen. A lot of someones. He could only nod after that, any verbal response completely leaving him as he looked down to his feet. To your feet. He had missed you. It was hard not to just reach out. To hug you. But it was enough to know you were here in this world, alive and happy from what he could tell.

“Rightttt well, let’s portal ya back down huh?”

“Oh wait, look Donnie! Know this one??”

“Indignant scoff! What am I listening to??”

“Lemme listen! C’mon lemme listen!!”

“Guys we gotta get going!”

Leo’s gaze had lifted to see the exchange. Watched as Mikey bounced around with grabby hands for the headphones. Only for Leon to make a well-timed portal once Donnie had chucked them off of his head. “Heyyyyy!” Mikey cried out as Leon placed the headphones on his own head. “Don you’re crazy this is a vibe!” His younger self said as his head bobbed. “I disagree!” Donnie replied promptly. Mikey was turning feral as he lunged for the headphones once more, complaining that it was his turn. Raph caught him mid-air, and Mikey struggled to be released. “Don’t worry Mike I’ll send you the song asap!” You shot him a thumbs up and that was the only thing that seemed to subdue him. Raph still held on for good measure. Leo kept the headphones on as he made a grand gesture for you to go first into the portal behind you. “See you guys later!” You waved before disappearing into the blue circle.

So you had known them for a good while, Leo deduced. He didn’t know how to feel. His initial reaction was to act like you hadn’t existed. Pretend like he had never known you, for your safety. But maybe that had been selfish of him… you were always a joy to be around. Even during the darkest times. It was what had drawn him to you from the beginning. When he couldn’t be the ‘leader’ anymore, when he couldn’t put on the bravado and be the fearless warrior. You had picked up his slack. You had been his lighthouse during an eternal night. The patrol went smoothly from there. Though Leo knew he was distracted. He wasn’t called out about it until they reached the lair again. “So what was that about?” Leon asked.

Ahh fuck. He really didn’t want to explain himself. Not to himself! It would just mess things up further. The less Leon knew, the better. So he did what he thought was best. Brush it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Classic Leo, classic. “Mhmm no, that’s not happening. What was that look??” Leon continued to badger. And one by one Donnie peeled off, Raph dipped, and Mikey slipped away. Until it was just the two in blue in the common area. “What look???” Leo continued to feign ignorance. Leon crossed his arms, “You know them don’t you? Why were you trying to act like—“

“Can you just drop it?” Leo gritted out as his good hand flexed at his side. “No.” Leon stated plainly. Each looking at one another with a level stare. “Yeah sure I knew them! Alright??” Leo exasperated as he turned to leave. To go to his own room. To escape from any further interrogation. So much for being an adult! “Hey! We ain’t done here, how did you know them?? Why did you look so.. so sad?” His former self sure was incessantly annoying. “Leon just leave it.” He warned for a second time. But no, that was never his style. He had to keep pushing and pushing until someone finally caved. Until the limit was long past breached and crossed and stomped on. “What? Did you like them??”

Leo stopped his escape. He froze in place. The only reason being the way Leon said it. Haughtily. Like such a thing was infeasible. Unbelievable. Laughable. He felt his eyes turn icy as his head whipped back and he couldn’t stop himself as his body moved. Leaning forward and getting into Leon’s space. “Fuck you. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. So I suggest you stop talking altogether.” His tone was deathly low. Leo hadn’t just liked you. That word didn’t even scrape the surface. “They deserved better.” He spat. That was more towards himself but it felt good to see Leon flinch. To stop fucking around for once. If it wasn’t for him— for me— Leo’s face crumpled.

“You need to cherish them. All of them. Dad, Raph, Donnie, Mikey, April! And especially.. them.” Leo swallowed thickly, “Because you never know what will happen. Got it?” He cocked his head, maintaining that hard stare on his younger self. He watched as Leon nodded. Hands clasped tightly into fists. Like he wanted to punch. Like he wanted to fight. Whatever. Leo had to make sure that at least this piece of advice got through that thick skull of his. “Good,” now fuck off you little shit. The rest went left unsaid but Leo was tired and knew it wasn’t completely healthy to berate a teenager. Even if it was himself. Ugh, such a mess.

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[our-happygirl500-fan]

Okay we all know that Leo loves his brothers more than anything, he has literally tried to sacrifice himself for his brothers multiple times & we were all there for the ‘I’m nothing without them’ line

But I feel like we also should acknowledge the part of Leo’s relationship with his brothers that is just, Leo’s brother’s annoying him until he nearly gets a migraine. 

Everyone always places Leo as the annoying sibling but Rise Leo has to deal with his brothers raising his blood pressure just as much as any other Leo does.

Raph: Good thing we didn’t do Leo’s idea of being afraid of spiders! Ha!

Leo: I don’t know I still don’t trust her!

Raph: HA! In your face!

Raph: HA! In your face! And yours! And yours! And yours again!

Yes Raph loves his brothers very much, he takes care of them & looks out for them ect He also teases & makes fun of them relentlessly & Leo is his primary target for said teasing. In the traditional Raph VS Leo fashion Raph has made countless jokes at Leo’s expense & when he’s teasing his brothers in the episode Sidekick Ahoy! He literally rubs getting the Jupiter Jim sidekick position in Leo’s face twice.

Leo: Then give us ice for our horribly mangled bodies!

Donnie: ... It melted

Donnie: Sheldon needs time to recharge before firing his anti- turtle ray

Leo: Why is that a ray Donnie!?

Leo: You turned a cuddly animatronic bear into a psychotic robot bent on destroying us? No? Got April fired? Hmm? Nothing?

Donnie: That does not sound like me

I’m pretty sure that Leo is a vast majority of Donnie’s impulse control there are countless times when Donnie’s first instinct is over the top violence & Leo is the first one to pull him back but if that wasn’t enough to deal with Donnie has a tendency for trying to avoid admitting wrong doing as well just deciding he’s going to make Leo’s day a bit more difficult sometimes.

Leo: So when she kept growing that wasn’t a clue to stop screaming?

Mikey: Sorry, but hopefully Raph heard me

Leo: Astronauts heard you!

Leo: This is not a compatition!

Mikey: Says the guy with zero unicorns.

 Leo loves Mikey, he’s probably Mikey’s biggest supporter & Mikey loves & looks up to Leo so much but as emotionally mature as Mikey can be sometimes, Mikey is still the youngest of his brothers which means there are times where he acts immature & either doesn’t read the situation correctly & puts himself & his brothers in danger or he doesn’t take the situation seriously & makes things more difficult. Either way it gives Leo a lot of stress to deal with.

Leo: Come on! Come on! Come on! Help us fight these guys!

Mikey: No! I want a refill on my coconut!

Raph:  Take us back to Tahiti!

Donnie: More Tahiti!

Leo loves his brothers, he is literally willing to give his life for them on multiple occasions & they are the people he trusts & believes in most but in a true sibling fashion they are also a constant source of stress for Leo. Just because Leo isn’t the oldest in Rise does not mean that his brothers aren’t constantly raising his blood pressure. 

[melanieph321]

Gabriel Medina x Black Reader - My Heart Belongs To You

+18

I have a new crush, and it's my job to force him upon you too. 🤭🙈

Reader is in Paris trying to book another modeling gig. While there she takes her time to meet up with her long distance boyfriend Gabriel Medina, who has just secured a bronze medal in surfing at the Paris Olympics.

Enjoy!

You were late. Very late. Your heels clicked against the stone covered streets in Paris in search of a bar called La République. You had never heard of such a bar, and you knew Paris. Either way, it's where your boyfriend, Gabriel, told you to meet up with him and his friends. And by friends, he meant the entire Brazilian olympic squad.

"Y/N, you made it!"

The people in the bar, along with Gabriel, turned their heads upon your arrival. You stepped through the door, recognizing neither of the dozen faces staring back at you. Except for Rebeca Andrade. The Olympic gymnast whom you may or may not have cheered for like a maniac after witnessing her gold winning floor routine the other day. You were a big fan. The biggest. If it wasn't for your early career in modeling, you would have begged your parents to sign you up for gymnastics instead.

"Can I kiss you?" Gabriel grinned. "Or would that ruin your makeup?"

"No, it wouldn't. And It's actually the way we normally greet each other in—"

You were brought back. Gabriel catching the back of your head in his hand, tilting your body backward before planting a lingering kissing on your lips. It was swift but sweet, laced with a longing for you.

"Come on," He whispered as he pulled you back. "Let me introduce you to everyone."

Gabriel draped an arm around your shoulders, shuffling you towards the bundle of athletes having a laugh and drinking beer. "Everyone, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, meet everyone."

You waved awkwardly. "Hi everyone."   

Despite their reassuring smiles, you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. You were most definitely overdressed for such a gathering. La République was more or less a dive bar. Most of the athletes, including Gabriel, looked fresh off the field, wearing colorful tracksuits, sporting the Brazilian flag. You, on the other hand, wore lavish leather pants, a designer bag, and shoes to match. You had just come from a whole day of modeling castings here in Paris. And frankly, your feet were killing you. However, Gabriel insisted you'd come tonight. He was so excited to show off his bronze medal in surfing. Although he wanted nothing more than to bring home the gold, just getting to represent his home country at such a major event was truly what drove him. You really admired him for that. Really, really admired him...

"Você sabe... Gabriel não conseguia parar de falar sobre você enquanto estávamos fora." (You know... Gabriel couldn't stop talking about you while we were away.)

"Huh?"

You snapped out your mesmerized trans. You were watching Gabriel as he stood across from you in the bar, laughing with his friends over a pint of beer. A woman with bleached blonde hair appeared before you, her blue eyes regarding you curiously. You were caught fantasizing about your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry." You blushed.

"It's all good. The name is Tatiana." She offered a hand for you to shake. "I was with Gaby surfing in Tahiti."

"Of course you were. Nice to finally meet you."

"Don't mind me." She grinned and moved to stand next to you, joining the admiration of your boyfriend.

His brimming smile lit up the whole room, along with his new found tanned skin and voluminous dark locks.

"Ele é um exibicionista, não é?" (He's such a show off, isn't he?) Tatiana laughed. Her brazilian accent was thick. But not as thick as other people in the bar, some whom you failed to understand a word of what they were saying. Especially after a few drinks.

"We all wanted Gaby to win the gold. Turns out he has the real prize at home."

"He does?"

"Yeah, it's you."

"Me?"

She smiled. "Like I said, he wouldn't stop going on about you while we were staying in Tahiti. João even tells me that you guys were FaceTiming a lot. So much that he was forced to sleep outside of his and Gaby's shared hotel room one night.

"Oh." Instant heat dabbed your cheeks.

"Don't worry." Tatiana laughed. "We all love it for him. Gaby deserves to have someone like you, someone who makes him happy again. However, it's been a long time since I've seen him this happy."

It was true. Gabriel told you about the dark period in his life going through a nasty divorce with his ex-wife. After only two years of marriage.

"We all worried for Gaby during this time." Tatiana reminisced. "It really fucked him mentally, affecting the way he surfed and his motivation to even surf."

"It did?"

"Yes. Luckily he met you."

You admired her for telling you this. For telling you how happy Gabriel was with your relationship. Believe it or not, but you hadn't seen Gabriel for six months while he was preparing to go to Tahiti, where the olympic surfing events were being held. During this time, the two of you had to settle for late night FaceTime calls, while he was all the way over in Brazil and you in Portugal, where you were originally from. A tormenting time for the two of you, having just gotten used to juggling your busy careers.

Being in a long-distance relationship really didn't make things easier. Sometimes, you thought Gabriel should go for a girl more like Tatiana, a surfer. Then a girl like you, making a living traveling the world, rushing through the streets of luxurious cities just to get your face on the cover of some fashion magazine.

"Either way, I just wanted to let you know how happy Gaby was when you told him that you were coming to see him in Paris. We all had to endure an early flight from Tahiti just to shut him up. I'm still hungover from the olympic medal ceremony."

"Right, congratulations." Tatiana got silver for her performance in the women's individual surfing, making it two surfing medals for Brazil.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." She shook your hand once more. "I hope to see you soon."

The two of you were left acquainted, her kind words restoring your mood for the reminder of the night. You had a good time with Gabriel and his friends. At the end of the night, you even managed to slip Rebeca a used napkin to sign her autograph on. The expression on her face was priceless. However, you were never throwing that napkin away.

"Don't you want my autograph?" Gabriel said, seeing how you victoriously waved the napkin around the streets of Paris. He was walking you back to your hotel, your hand held tightly in his.

"No. Why would I want that?"

"Ouch." He clenching his heart with his hand. "I thought my girlfriend would be more proud to see me more than any other athlete."

"Oh, baby. Don't tell me you're jealous?"

"Jealous?" He snorted. "Of a stained napkin with some gold medalist autograph scribbled down on it?"

"Some gold medalist?"

You stopped in your tracks. Gabriel turned to you, unsuccessfully hiding the twitch of his lips. "Okay, fine...." He sighed. "Of course I'm jealous. While you were at it, you should have gotten me an autograph. I love Rebeca. She's amazing."

"Right! God, I wish I could flip in the air like she can."

"You should try."

"And break my neck during the attempt. I don't think so."

"Not on land." He laughed. "I meant in the water. Like I do with my surfboard."

"Yeah, it's still a no for me."

"I could teach you."

"How? I would die."

"Nah." He pulled your arm, tugging you towards him. "You'd be in safe hands." Gabriel wrapped his arms around your waist, craddling your body by pulling you close. Your back against his front. For a moment, you remained like that. Hugging in the street.

You stood in the middle of the Champs-Élysées boulevard. Now abandoned. The luxurious shops that decorated the streets displayed some of the world's most expensive fashion collections. From stylish haute couture to flamboyant patterned handbags. Here, you found fashion giants like Dior and Louis Vuitton. Not to mention Saint Laurent, who you hoped to hear from after today's castings. It would be a dream come true to walk in one of their fashion shows one day.

"What are you thinking about?" Gabriel's lips pressed against your ear, his breath warm and welcoming.

"I really wish I could work here someday."

"Where, in Paris?"

"Mhmm."

Gabriel tilted his head regarding the manekins displayed in the window shop before you. To him, they were probably just that, manekins, wearing questionable outfits.

"You will." He whispered.

"Will what?"

"Work here some day." His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his lips finding your pulse. You sighed, surrendering to his soft kisses, tilting your head back against his shoulder. For a moment, you allowed his touch to distract you. To drift you away to a relm where time did not exist. Just the two of you. You and Gabriel. His rough hands roamed your body, easing their way down your stomach, his fingertips slipping under the belt of your leather pants.

"Wait!" You stiffened.

Gabriel pulled back to check on you. "What?"

"I need to get back to my hotel. I have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Erm...can I come?" He chuckled.

You stared at him blankly, pushing back the panic that rose within you.

"Y/N, is everything alright?"

You shook your head. "No."

"No?"

"No."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You're going back to Brazil the day after tomorrow, that's what's wrong." You wiggled out of Gabriel's embrace, attempting to escape from him by making your way down the boulevard.

"Y/N, wait!" Gabriel rushed to catch up with you, a troubled expression on his face.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like what I said isn't the truth."

"That I'm going back to Brazil?" He frowned. "I thought I told you that over the phone."

"Well...if you're leaving so soon, why did you even bother coming to see me at all?"

"Y/N."

"Don't..." You took a step back, avoiding Gabriel's attempt to console you. You  hugged yourself tightly, the cold night nipping at your skin. "What's even the point of this, of us? I hate having to miss you. It hurts so much."

"It hurts me too." He mumbled. "Trust me, Y/N, I want nothing but to come home to you every night. To be committed to you in every way possible. But I...can't." He lowered his head. His feet shuffling something invisible on the ground. "Trust me." The night breeze stirring his dark locks. "I would... Marry you."

"Baby?" 

Gabriel's eyes were glossy, looking up at you. His lips trembling slightly. You stepped up to him. Your hands settled on each side of his face. He shut his eyes, allowing the tears to run down his cheeks. "I want to marry you. I will marry you someday. I just need to—"

"No."

His eyes reopened. "No?"

You shook your head. "No. Marriage is not what's important to me."

"No. What is then?"

"This." You shrugged. "Being here with you in the city of love. I just hate missing you  that's all."

Gabriel made the effort to dry his tears, lowering your hands from his face. "But we're in love, aren't we?"

"Is that a trick question?" You laughed. Gabriel, however, did not laugh.

"I love you, Y/N." His words sent a spark to your heart. "I love you because you make me the happiest I've ever been. I'm just afraid that I'll depend on you to make me happy all the time. I have to be able to feel happiness on my own, and until I can do that, I don't want us to rush into anything. It would mean making the same mistake as I've made before. And I really don't want to lose you too."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself up on your toes in order to peck his lips. "Okay." You whispered, your lips brushing against his.

Gabriel's arms wrapped around your waist, his forehead settling against yours. "Can I take you back to your hotel now?"

"Yes, take me back."

He took you back to your hotel, the Eiffel Tower spotted from the outskirts of the window in your room. The window which Gabriel went to close the curtains, his naked silhouette reflected in the moonlight as he did. He then moved in the dark towards your bed. His hands pressed down on the sheets, tracing the outlines of your body.

"Meu coração." 

He crawled to lay on top of you, his hands finding your hips under the covers, and his mouth....his mouth found your lower ribs as he made his way upwards, tracing kisses until his lips pressed against your lips. His tongue warm against your mouth.

"I feel you, meu coração."

Your breath hitched as his hips grinded against your thigh. His erection growing stiff against your folds.

"Fuck, Y/N. I can feel you." He spoke against your mouth while his hands desperately nipped at the lace of your panties. It was the only pice of clothing you still had on.

"Do you feel me?"

Gabriel's rough hands ripped the seam of your panties. Tossing the piece of fabric in the corner somewhere. His hand then made its way between your legs, his fingers mercilessly creeping into you.

"Gabriel." You moaned, your mouth left open.

"Sssh." He hushed. "Just relax for me baby."

His cheek rested against your breast. He then turned his head and caught your nipple in his mouth, licking the hard pebble, sucking you dry.

"Please, baby. You're gonna make me come."

He hymned in response, his fingers still moving deeply inside of you.

"Shit." You squealed. To which Gabriel hushed you again. "I said I want to feel you, baby. Let me feel you come all over my hand."

"Gabriel, please." Your eyes squinted shut. Your chest heaving up and down.

"Yes baby. Let yourself go for me."

"Baby, I'm gonna....I'm gonna...."

"Yes, yes. Come all over my hand."

As he wished. You squirmed below him, feeling your walls clench around his fingers still curled up inside of you, pressing against the roof of your pussy.

"Baby." You bit his shoulder, dimming your squeals of pleasure.

"Fuck."

He said it. Not you. You were to busy melting into a pile of nothing.

"Was that good for you baby?"

"Gaby."

You nodded, eyelids drowsy. "Now you." You made the effort to sit up. However, Gabriel made sure to push you down with his weight. "Let me clean you up first."

There was no stopping him. He moved downwards, shifting to rest on his elbows with his hands raising your hips towards his face.

"Why do you always do this." You chuckled.

"Do what?" His eyes were foggy with lust, staring blankly at the feast that was presented before him.

"You make me come at least three times before I even get to touch you."

Gabriel shrugged. "What can I say, I like the sounds you make when I make you feel good."

"That's not—"

You gasped with the first swipe of his tounge. Gabriel licked your already sensitive clit, swollen from the previous round. Gabriel didn't mind, however. Devouring the mess he made out of you.

"There." He licked his lips. "All done."

"Fuck." Your head fell back against the pillows, your hand reaching for his head, running through his hair. "Mhhhm." You hymned. The hotel room filled with the sounds of Gabriel sucking and licking you clean. You came hard. A spasm of your muscles.

You watched him with your back against the headboard, curling a finger your way. "Come here."

Gabriel did what he was told, crawling towards you with a sly grin on his lips. He kissed you, opened mouthed. A kiss that went from sweet to filthy in a matter of seconds.

"God, I've missed you." He groaned.

"I've missed you too baby, so much."

He reached for something on the floor. His pants. He found the condom in his pocket and took the time to dress his leaking cock with it.

"Turn around for me, baby."

You whimpered, wanting to see his face when he fucked you.

"Don't cry now baby. I want you like this. Trust me, I'll make it good for you too."

You turned over to lay on your belly. Gabriel then raised your hips with his hand, settling himself behind you. His flesh slapped against your folds, making you flinched as the size of him surprised you til this day.

"Relax." He grunted and with the help of his hand guided his cock toward your opening,  inserting himself slowly.

"Jesus."

He chuckled, moving in and out of you slowly. Thrusting his hips upon you like some beast in the night. He lost control about halfway through, grunting every time his hips crashed against your ass.

You buried your face against the pillows, silencing your cries. It was too much, the pleasure almost unbearable.

"Fuck you feel so good. You have....no idea....how much....I've wanted this." He said between hits. "Meu coração."

"Just like that baby. Arch your back for me."

You met every blow of his hips by arching your back. Welcoming his dick that was shoved inside of you until Gabriel grunted in relief, his body collapsing on top of yours.

You lay still in the night, the after care consisting of lazy kisses and whispers of sweet nothings.

"Fuck Y/N. You're making it hard for me to go back to Brazil."

"The don't." You smiled.

He chuckled. "Or perhaps you can come back with me and travel the world by my side?"

"Perhaps. I might need a day or two to think about it."

"Yes, take all the time thay you need. Just know that no matter wherever I am in the world, my heart belongs to you."

[vaquerobuckaroo]

My Last Boy Mission: Thoughts

[Warning: Spoilers, disjointed and unedited thoughts]

Watching the My Last Boy mission where the gang helps Eagle Flies and tribe storm the oil refinery

The horror, the absolute horror. Dutch walks away from Arthur as he's close to having his neck stabbed and gaslights him when Arthur confronts him about it. It seems apparent that though Dutch has formed a "family" in the gang, it doesn't seem so much important anymore when you disagree with him. Though I could see he was far gone in the head, I didn't expect this level of animosity and cold, unfeeling attitude. I can tell it will only get worse.

And for Eagle Flies, a third party (to the gang), to come save Arthur instead is both surprising and elating. Though both Dutch and Eagle Flies are frenzied and passionate, Eagle Flies is far more grounded and sane, enough to remember and repay Arthur for the times he's been helped.

The pause on Arthur's face right after he had been gaslit by Dutch is heartbreaking to see. You can almost see the "after all I did for you, this is how I'm treated? After all this time of running with you and doing what you asked of me, this is how you treat me? You leave me to die? What about family? Is money more important to you than lives?" look on his face.

In an odd way, this reminds me of my own dad, a part of him is, unfortunately, like this: valuing material possessions and principle over human feelings. A sort of "My way or the highway" mentality. Dutch exhibits this. There is a very fine line between authority and coercion. What Dutch exhibits isn't authority as a good leader but coercion as a boss. He doesn't care about anyone's feelings but his own, and cares none for anyone's benefit but his own. He is no different from the politicians, capitalists, and the government that he himself goes against, and has turned into what he despised the most.

I don't seem to understand what Dutch means to do with the money. I'm sure he can see the rift forming in the gang. When everyone either leaves or dies as a consequence of his actions, there'll be only a handful to be by his side in Australia or Tahiti or wherever. What then if it happens? They will be caught anyway, if not now, then later. Their sins will always catch up to them and all this will be for naught. As Charles said, "all this killing just to get some money to leave?" (paraphrase).

Dutch's idealistic views will not come to pass. It's a bit ironic that he has such dreamy, colourful ideals in this grimy world. What can one man and his tiny gang achieve? Why doesn't he realise that he is outnumbered against the world?

Arthur has tried his hardest to step into Hosea's shoes of the gang consiglieri, to try to take off the leader's rose-coloured lenses and see the world for what it really is, but it was only met with reproach and replacement by Micah, who encourages Dutch.

Rains Fall's words to his son, "Don't die for pride" ring true. Dutch kills for pride, and he will die for it too. And we all know he does, to the bitter end in RDR1, still clinging on to the age of outlaws that would long pass away. It's not to be wondered at. He was the one to say "you can't resist change" and ironically resists it and dies doing so.

Eagle Flies dies, yet another unfortunate pawn in Dutch's grand scheme of things. The poor man's ambition and frenzy for justice was used ill, only leading to his demise. In the end, what does it say about Rains Fall and Eagle Flies? The one who lives is Rains Fall, the very one to discourage the attack. The young might have energy, but pair it with the wisdom of the elderly, and everyone benefits from it.

All that aside, in a way, Dutch's ability to last so long in his profession is admirable. He knows it's a "survival of the fittest" world and he uses his fitness to its fullest extent, his right arm being manipulation. The saying rings true: Beware the old man in a profession where men die young.

But it makes me wonder... are we seeing a god complex in Dutch?

[mafiasliege]

The Proposal, Part 1

(hey guys! So I randomly had this idea of the JamesonAvery proposal so I thought to share it here. This is my first time writing a fic btw. Let me know how you feel about it. Also, it's in 2 or maybe 3 parts.)

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Present Day

Jameson Hawthorne never gets nervous.

Almost all the time.

Almost.

"What did you do now?" Nash said, walking the line between his usual drawl and slight accusation. Apparently, he was the first one to have gotten Jameson's 911 and come to the tree house.

"What makes you think I did anything?" Jameson replied, but he knew why Nash would say so.

"We know you, and right now you look like you haven't slept in days." Xander said as he climbed in from the window. His brothers knew him too well. Even from behind him, Nash could immediately tell something was going on. Xander too.

"That's because I haven't." It was true. He was too excited in the plane back from Paris to sleep. And scared. The world was changing.

"Did sun rise from the west today?" Grayson said. His carefully calculated mask fell, he seemed too puzzled by Jameson's expression and continued, "you look... nervous." Jameson didn't bother replying. Everyone was here now.

He was going to tell them. Now. It seemed simpler in his mind.

Clearly not.

"Before you say anything, Jamie, this time, whatever you're about to tell us is not something that's going to stay in the tree ho-" Xander came to a halt abruptly when Jameson plunked down a ring box on the wooden table. Simplest way of getting it done was to rip the bandaid.

Either Jameson's brother were too shocked or they'd died standing.

"Is-Is that what I think it is?" Grayson was not-yelling by the difference of a hair. Jameson just nodded.

"Oh my god. Oh my GOD!" Xander tackled Jameson. Soon Nash and Grayson joined. The tackle hugs never got old. And something told Jameson that some things would never change.

Like his brothers.

They'll be here forever.

"You haven't even seen the ring!" Jameson said as Grayson pulled him up. He opened the deep green velvet box. Inside was a beautiful oval-shaped Emerald- a shade of green so captivating, as though it was daring you to try to look away. They couldn't.

It looks like Jamie's eyes, Grayson thought suddenly. Something told him Avery would think so too, afterall she'd probably spent ages looking at his eyes.

"It's gorgeous, Jameson" Nash said. "But you know I have to ask, do you think you're ready to get married? You're 22."

"Who said anything about getting married? Avery and I could stay engaged till we're ready."

He shot back, and realised too late what Nash had meant to ask.

Are you sure she's the one?

But Nash was smiling. They all were, actually. He'd said it so easily. So easily, it was like breathing. That's how certain be was about Avery. Nash had gotten his answer.

"Jamie…" Xander was looking at the ring. The inside of the ring. "It's engraved-"

"I know."

Nash and Grayson moved to Xander's side to see the ring.

SMG • AKG

"Where'd you get the ring?"

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The day before

It was 9 pm. Nine in the cold, cold night of Paris. Jameson had waited seven months for this. Seven months of secretly tracking one small ring- a ring more valuable to his beloved heiress more than almost anything. It was a miracle that he'd been able to hid all of it from Avery. Tracking and finding the ring was hard enough, let alone getting the owner to sell it to him. What if they didn't. Luckily, it had ended up in an auction house.

First it went to Layla's pawn shop in Connecticut, then to a buyer in Washington, whose wife sold the ring during their clearly shitty honeymoon in Italy. From there it moved all across Spain, Scotland and finally, an exclusive auction house in France.

He could still remember their conversation during their second vacation to Tahiti all those months ago, sitting near his heiress on Te Pari, a cliff jumping spot.

She'd told him about what she read in one of her mom's letters, about an emerald ring her mom gave her on her 15th birthday. With their initials engraved. Apparently Toby had given it to Sarah as a gift when Avery was just a baby. He'd asked her to give it to Avery when she was old enough.

Of course, when she was old enough, her mother was dying of a rare disease, one that required very expensive treatment. So, poor 15-year-old Avery had to sell the ring in a pawn shop.

He remembered feeling like someone had stabbed him in the heart with a dagger. Avery could practically bathe in emeralds now, she even owned diamond and emerald mines. But she'd never get that ring back.

That's what she thought.

"Mr. Hawthorne" a very French voice snapped Jameson or of his thoughts.

"Mr. Laurent" Jamie shook the middle-aged, suit-clad Frenchman's hand. He handed Jameson a green velvet box, and Jameson handed him a balck envelope with a cheque.

"I'm surprised you came all the way here to get the ring. We could have brought it to you" Mr Laurent said. But then Avery would've known. He'd told her he was taking her plane to Scotland to check in on the upkeep of Vantage- his paternal family's castle that he'd won. Jamie checked the inside of the ring.

SMG • AKG

Yes. Yes yes YES.

"Worry not. I'm just glad to have it."

And he was. So much, he could only imagine how happy Avery would be.

Now the hard parts.

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Present day

Grayson was the first one to break the silence after Jameson finished telling his story.

"When are you going to do it?"

"The day she came here,"

Jameson shot his brother the most Jameson Winchester Hawthorne smile.

"Tomorrow"

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(Part 2 will come up soon. Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks!! :))

[terrence-silver]

Would Terry do interracial relationships?

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I mean, we see some (implied?) relationships of his, and both are interracial.

If we take into account that he had his holiday dalliances with Mamona and her girlfriend in Tahiti and judging by his sleazy, smarmy, self-content 'I knoooow' over the phone to John after being asked how he knows about the girls in question, it is safe to say he knows them in the Biblical sense (right before sending John their merry way too, so his mood could get, erhm, lifted), and well, Cheyenne Hamidi isn't white either by any account (A woman of Middle Eastern descent from Britain?) so there we have it. He would. He does. He did. How many times and with exactly individuals of what descent, we don't know, but he definitely would. Not the way he was raised, admittedly, I don't think. He was born somewhere around the midcentury and his folks --- possibly somewhere before WWII, so go figure. I feel his family was extremely strict on the matter and that while he was growing up, he had a total two options to date, and it was either a good Jewish girl from a wealthy family, or an All-American Wasp from a wealthy family (emphasis on the wealthy family part) that he can climb the social ladder through. Basically, we don't know what papa Silver Sr. was like for certain and we can only speculate, but I somehow don't think he was very tolerant minded and it is only when Terry came into his own and had all that power, money and influence to himself, post-war, did he, I think, start fucking whoever he so pleased, because who's gonna tell him 'no'?

Then again, Terry is simultaneously bigoted. We know that much.

Especially towards Asians, specifically the Japanese.

Not towards Koreans, who he sees as his allies. American allies.

Just because he would or has dated interracially in the past doesn't mean Terry Silver is this model of egalitarian acceptance (although he might pretend it, especially in his later years), it just means that the sees no obstacles to what he wants or who he wants, because he'll have whoever, whenever for whatever reason and I am convinced he has been with people of all ethnicities, creeds, nationalities and races throughout his life simply because he's Terry Silver and he can and he has been on the path of trying everything the way one's out to try not unlike trying and collecting all the fine vintages in the world and yes, that sounds disrespectful and objectifying, possibly because it i, while in equal measure, if he loved someone of a different race rather than it being merely an affair or an adventure, his bias, hypocrisy and double standards might immediately kick in and while he sees everyone else as fair game for his bigotry his beloved is automatically off limits to the degree he'd be willing to put someone through world of pain for the exact same worldviews he has towards others because that's his beloved and everyone else is simply...everyone else. They don't count the way beloved does. Man has been prejudiced towards the Japanese probably all of his life, but the minute there was a potential 'Sensei Joe' could become his friend and business partner, he's went from the 'Other' box to the 'My ally' box.

Terry's an absolutist with a clan mentality.

He's not color blind. Far from. It is just that you're either with him or not with him, regardless of who and what you are and that's about the jist of it.

[lil-melody-moon]

give me the best fact you know about keith moon <3

There are actually three I personally love and they are:

he was right about the surf music and The Beach Boys all along

his love to reading - comic books, books, his obsession towards "Treasure Island"

how much he grew up while being in a relationship with Anette

Now I have to choose one out of the three, hmmm...

Alright, I feel like talking about the third point so here we go!

Recently I stumbled upon a lot of photos where they were together and as much as I don't pay attention to personal life of a rockstar I like, Keith is an exception. Seeing me as self-shipper you might think: "she looks at them and she's jealous", but in reality I'm not like that, I'm happy to see that Keith had someone like her. I'm actually happy to see any photo with them because, in comparison to Keith's photos with Kim, Keith's photos with Anette have different vibe.

I'm not saying Keith loved Kim less than Anette, far from that, Keith was fucking obsessed with Kim to a very toxic level, but I think her leaving him and the divorce taught him something and that's why he treated Anette differently. They just seem very happy together in photos, just look:

Additionally, whenever you see an interview with Anette or even read how she talks about Keith, even after all these years she still misses him. She talks about the bad things - how his behaviour could shift from calm to psychotic in a second after he took drugs or drunk a lot, how she begged him to seek help with his alcoholism knowing how difficult it was especially at the times they lived together - but she also talks about his sweet side, the loving side that pictures him as a little boy with a lot of insecurities and in need of mental help - how sweet he could be when he was sober, how he loved her, how he wanted to propose to her or how he could not drink when they were on a trip, far away from all the popularity around Keith.

To quote and not be just someone who says something and don't show a proof of that:

"On June 4, 1978, Keith and Annette left for a month-long holiday on the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean. Everyone hoped that getting Keith away from the bars and clubs and other temptations of London, now that the nine-month ordeal of Who Are You was finally over, would be good for his health.

It appeared to be. The holiday was idyllic, the couple spending their time scuba diving, fishing, lying on the beach and reading. They befriended a reformed alcoholic who had worked with the Beatles, and Keith seemed impressed by the attractions sobriety could offer. Indeed, just as in Tahiti, he showed that he could take or leave the booze."

Quote from: T. Fletcher, Dear Boy: The life of Keith Moon, Omnibus Press, 1999, p. 505.

Sure, Keith was still out of control, his health was getting worse, his decision making horrible as usual, but in the end it was Anette who he trusted the most, the one who he turned to cry and tell her everything.

With the growing up, as far as it can concern him, I don't mean the cheating, because that was out of control, I meant the factor of treating Anette as a woman. As far as I know there wasn't any physical abuse from Keith's side, not like with Kim. Anette had to suffer the verbal abuse, but that is sadly impossible to avoid with drunkards and drug abusers. He treated her more like his girlfriend and a part of his life than he ever treated Kim (and that woman didn't deserve anything that she had to suffer through while being Keith's wife). So considering how he was while being married to Kim, this is a BIG progress from his side.

Only if the addictions didn't win that could have a very happy ending. I was watching one interview with Anette, it was in a whole documentary about Keith. She said there that she'd like to know what was going on in his head and help him. If this is not how love sounds like even after all these years, then I don't know what is.

[verdemoun]

Wait in the au with black belle does kieran still die

You think the O'Driscolls have a chance of getting within 400ft of Kieran with the most hostile and affectionate of black cat coded girlfriends?? Not a chance in h e double l Hell.

he still gets drunk enough to wander off at shady belle and is cornered by O'Driscolls

despite being within sight of shady belle he was too terrified to even scream because being confronted by O'Driscolls is a throat closed mouth dry anxiety attack for Kieran

as the O'Driscolls move in to knock him out and take him back to their camp with threats like 'Colm misses you', 5 shots ring out and with a half second lag they all collapse to the ground with a single bullet hole clean in the center of their heads

shots wake up the gang and Black Belle obviously gets to her boyf first while others run forward to find out what happened

Kieran is so distraught he cries while she holds him and assures him he's safe

Kieran nearly getting abducted is treated as a non-issue like when Bill got caught by bounty hunters but the fact the O'Driscolls got so close was a massive issue and the gang decided to go take them out in a final VDL vs O'Driscolls showdown.

Oh no Micah gets shot rip Micah.

Instead of killing Colm, Sadie as the only VDL without a bounty gets to carry Colm hogtied on the back of her horse and claim his bounty (his face is almost unrecognisable with the number of times she hit him). Even after her cut it tips the gang into 'holy shit we have enough'.

Strauss does some information gathering because let my man actually have a purpose other than being a toad. The gang decide to set for Australia instead of Tahiti because surviving in Australia is actually plausible.

As 'new money' they get awarded a 100 hectares of crown land for agricultural purposes on a 100 year, $1 lease. and the gang are all just standing there dumbfounded because it was that easy the whole time?? They turn up at a property of rolling hills covered in grass without a city in sight and it was that easy the whole time.

House building episode where they all build little cabins under Sadie's instruction because there was none of this pre-cut houses from a catalogue. it looks like a self sustaining village with all the cabins build in a circle around a massive bonfire and they still have campfires every night before retiring to their little private cabins and having a home and peace.

Some of the gang drift apart Bill becomes a bushranger Pearson opens a little shop in town Strauss heads for the city to exploit people Grimshaw starts tailoring and selling clothes and becomes an urban legend in her own right about the cranky mysterious woman who looks and is capable of murder but dotes on children.

Black Belle is happy being the armed security who stops people trying to steal their fucking cattle and horses meanwhile Kieran is happy doting on the horses. Him and Arthur have a small horse breeding, breaking and selling operation and become besties. Sadie, Black Belle and John who learns how to herd handle the livestock. Dutch and Hosea retire and grow old but they are basically Jack's tutors they are both teaching him to read and write and giving him an education and everyone's sunshine and rainbows happy.

[coulsons-left-arm]

I had a brain worm, and then not even halfway through writing it I realized a bit of information wasn't canon, but... Who cares at this point. I just needed to write it. [Spoilers for season 5 below the cut, angst, emotional hurt/some comfort, major character death]

May calls Daisy with the news that he finally passed. It feels like the air gets sucked out of the room, and she can't breathe. Mack overhears the phone call and tells her to go be with May, but Daisy can't. Their mission is too important, and she can't leave the team high and dry… but Mack insists she needs to go. With the hysterical state she's in, she's going to be useless… 

So she goes. But not before the team sends her off, getting hugs from everyone, and Jemma telling her to give May the team's love.

Daisy shows up, and immediately breaks down, May rushing to hold her in her arms. It could've been minutes, it could've been hours, she's not even sure. All she knows is May is a sturdy frame for her to cry into and curl around.

His body is covered under a white sheet. She wants to see, but at the same time she doesn't want that to be the last thing she sees of him… yeah, maybe it's for the best. She lays a hand where she assumes his chest is, giving a moment of silence. No tears this time. Just silence. And May’s hand holds her free hand. After an ample amount of time, May eventually guides her away.

He was cremated (“He said he already had a grave I desecrated, so he wanted to try being dead a different way this time,” May explained with a small scoff), his ashes put into a bag and inside of a small wooden box. Where were they gonna spread him? He had given a few suggestions before he passed. The beach, his old grave, somewhere at the Lighthouse, really anywhere. It sounded like he didn't mind where.

So May decided some on the beaches of Tahiti, and the rest at the Lighthouse, the team's newest home. 

They waited until sunset. The colors in the sky and on the water were beautiful. They were near where he took his last breath: on the lounge chair in the sand under a nice canopy. They set his little wooden box on the chair while facing the ocean. Daisy could stop the constant flow of tears. She grabbed and interlaced her fingers with May. May squeezed her hand. 

May spoke, words just above the sound of the light breeze traveling through the fresh, salty air. Spoke about all the missions they had together, how she wishes they had more time, how she hopes he rests easy on the other side. She was quiet, stoic. How was she not breaking?

Daisy on the other hand was a blubbering mess. Barely getting a word out in edgewise over her tears, she told him how much he meant to her, how he's the closest thing to family she had and she lost him. May squeezed her hand again before letting go and wrapping an arm around her shoulder and squeezing her into her side. Daisy curled into May's chest while almost incoherent words still spilled out. Something about how she's still so mad at him for not telling the team, and how they could've saved him and had more time with him, and how maybe… maybe it isn't too late and they'll find a hail Mary somewhere, somehow… Daisy was quiet for a moment, turning around in May's chest (still holding onto her for dear life though), facing the little wooden box. She said her last, “I love you,” to him, making it one of a pair of times she actually vocalized it. No actions. Just words, for once. May did the same, making Daisy's breath hitch. She knew – not to a full extent, but enough – how much he meant to the older agent, having gone through the academy at the same time, and participating in many missions over the years, including Bahrain.

Their words hung in the air as the sun was barely visible above the horizon. May made the first move, untangling herself from Daisy. She picked up the box, taking out the plastic bag with the remains of their beloved Director. Opening it made a bit of dust poof out, like he was ready to go and be free on the winds of the beach. May walked towards the water. She took a small handful of him in her right palm, holding it for a moment, before letting it go gracefully. The dust flew in the air, a little part of him mixing with the sand and the ocean and the breeze. She knelt and brought her same palm to the sand, holding a moment of silence. The older agent got back up, and returned to Daisy, gingerly handing her the box with the open bag.

Daisy took it and walked to the spot where May went. She repeated what she saw, but in a more tearful and snotty way. Holding the box close, she grabbed a small handful of ashes in her left hand. Tears dropped to the sand.

“I guess this is goodbye for real now,” she somberly choked, her voice cracking looking at her cupped hand. “I started missing you when you walked off the Zephyr –no, even before that. Back when Jemma told us. But this feels <em>final</em>. And I think I may miss you more after this than right now.” Daisy brought her closed fist of ashes to her lips, letting them rest on her knuckles. “You were the closest thing I had to a real father, and I'll never forget that. Thank you.” She shut her eyes hard, heavy tears falling down her cheeks and onto her knuckles. Bringing her fist out in front of her, she let him go, letting him float on the wind and be one with the beautiful, serene environment. 

Daisy knelt down and flattened her palm on the sand, feeling the mixture of ash and sand. She gave herself a moment to grieve, to actually stop and feel the loss deep in her bones. A gut wrenching sob left her body. It was loud and pitiful. The little wooden box made its way safely to the sand, spilling no more remains. Tears were actively streaming down in a gushing waterfall almost as if she could add to the ocean. It was like her heart was splitting into two, and then being smashed into a million more pieces. Her cries kept coming, a convulsive gasp the only thing filling her lungs between the painful wailing.

She's not sure when, but a hand started rubbing lines up and down her back. 

<em>Not all was lost.</em> 

Though it may have felt like it, the sentiment seemed to calm something in her. It felt like it was something that Coulson would say on the other side of things. 

<em>You still have May.</em>

The thought was enough to help her catch her breath and uncrumple her practically prostrate form. Through her watery vision, she could see the sun was missing from the horizon, a tiny nip in the air chilling her bones. Her body trembled. She should probably leave.

The hand left it’s comforting spot on her back and was replaced by an arm hooking itself around the front of her chest, pulling her up to her feet like it knew she should be going. 

Daisy was exhausted. She stood motionless as the waves lapped at the shoreline. The little wooden box was placed in her right hand, closed and sealed up.

<em>May.</em>

She was now on the left side of her, slipping her hand into hers and intertwining their fingers into a mess. Her right hand in Daisy’s left, both hands having remnants of the sand and ash. The rough texture was something to focus on other than her tears and the fatigue starting to overtake her from the depths of her soul. 

“Let's bring him back home,” May whispered with a squeeze. Daisy nodded.

He needed to be home.

[softrozene]

Dutch Gets Bamboozled

Anon asked: The headcanons were incredible! You have skill! I'm not into men but your text made me wanna cuddle up with those sweet cowboys! 💕 Mayhaps I could request some Molly with Female!S/O? When I played through Rdr2 i saved up so much money during the gameplay i could have sponsored the Tahiti trip singlehandedly so I'd love a scenario where lady reader has tons saved up and scoops Molly from under Dutches nose and they escape together! You can write it how you like but i'd love Dutches reaction!

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I am glad that I can make you want to cuddle soft cowboys lol and you have said something that is so damn relatable. Like c’mon Dutch- take my money Dutch- It was so painful to have all that money and not be able to get their asses in gear

Anyway, this buttered my biscuits. I hope I was able to get Molly’s character down but either way, I had so much fun writing this!

#Gotta steal Dutch’s woman

Originally published on January 12, 2020

Molly O’Shea x Female Reader

Warnings: Technical cheating of a relationship, fluff, Dutch gets bamboozled

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Your blood is boiling. The scene you had just witnessed yet again is getting to you. The sweet angel you have grown to love had just tried yet again to vie for her current lover’s attention only for him to speak down on her. How the hell can Dutch ignore such a Goddess? He just left with Morgan and a few others for some “important” mission that he thinks will give him everything.

Molly O’Shea, the beautiful fiery woman just isn’t getting the attention and love she deserves. She deserves so much more, especially in this cursed, hot, and sweaty forsaken swamp that surrounds Shady Belle. In short, it’s making you angry.

However, in these times, thankfully she’s been coming to you. Out of everyone in camp she chooses you when things go wrong. It would’ve made you feel used but you can see her slowly realizing that she deserves better. That the man she loves had been using her.

That her affections are growing for you and she’s slowly yearning for it.

Your heartbeat speeds up slightly as her gaze turns your way. The frown on her lips immediately turning upside down as you give her a gentle wave her over to your tent. Her graceful steps make you want to swoon.

“Miss (Last Name),” She greets.

Her voice is a slightly teasing tone since she knows how much you hate it when she is formal with you. You ignore it though knowing she needs loving attention from you.

“Molly, Love, I got ya this beauty of a scarf if you are willing to take it.”

You go into your suitcase and reach the carefully folded scarf made of the softest and most expensive material. A small gasp escapes her when she sees it. You hand it to her and she is so gentle in grabbing the scarf.

Instead of the usual thank you, Molly, seems hesitant before looking at you with determination. “I thought about your offer and I… accept,” Molly says in a slight whisper.

You are in absolute shock. The offer you gave her was months ago at Horseshoe Overlook, just when Dutch started to be terrible to her. You had jokingly said you both could run away. You never brought it up again from how loyal to Dutch she was until she was the one to bring it up at the next temporary camp near Clemons Point. Asking why and how. That’s where your flirtations were revealed to be truthful to her. That you like her and she started to accept your advances.

Sure, the money was definitely a big thing for her. However, it turned to be more when she realized you were the only one who genuinely liked her and the way she acts. She needs to feel secure and the amount you had showed her a while back as surely tripled for this very moment. The moment where she is finally yours as you had been hers.

You lick at your lips from the small bit of anxiety you feel.

“Molly, I am so pleased to hear this but are you sure? If Dutch ever finds us after, he may kill us. Of course, I would never let him but I can’t lie to you about that possibility-“

Molly cuts you off with a quick kiss to the lips. Your brain short-circuits as she grabs your hand and leads it to wrap the scarf around her shoulders.

“I’m sure (Name). I… Want to live an extravagant life with you,” Molly replies with the certainty you needed to hear.

You nod your head and smile at the view before you. She sure does look lovely in the scarf you picked out. Yes, a queen meant to be.

“If you truly accept go pack your things, Darling. We’ll leave before they get back and I promise you, in a couple of weeks we’ll be living that beautiful life you deserve.”

~*~

“Where the goddamn hell are they?!” Dutch screeches waking up quite a few people in the dark hours.

Arthur, John, and Hosea race into the house towards Dutch’s sleeping chambers. They all share a look with each other before they glance at their boss who is shaking with rage. The room was empty before but it appears emptier upon coming back from their mission.

“What’s up Dutch?” Arthur calls a bit hesitant.

Dutch turns around and points to his empty tent, “It would appear that Miss O’shea and (Last Name) took my goddamn books!”

Hosea glances into the tent and goes to pick up a singular paper on a dresser. He reads it out loud, “Should’ve appreciated the treasure you had and should’ve taken my own money when I offered. If fate is kind we’ll never see each other again. Thanks for the adventure so far Boss. Yours truly, (Name).”

They couldn’t help it. They really couldn’t. Arthur and John had to leave the building in order to have a good laugh at their boss who couldn’t keep the one woman who was ready to die for him, taken away by a true lady lover.

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Seriously though this would’ve bruised Dutch’s ego big time

The betrayal of this act would’ve made him even madder

Like he considers himself a casanova, so a lady stealing his own woman from him would’ve been absolutely mind blowing to him

He probably thought you liked him as well if you were that close to Molly to begin with

And that would’ve made him feel cheated/made a fool but he’ll try and play it off hence the “My books!”

Molly was the one who took the books since he always had his nose buried in one

Molly would be petty enough to steal that and much more and I am living for that idea

If he knew where they were I think he would’ve gone after them because no one messes with Dutch and gets away with it, but considering how much was already on his plate he wouldn’t

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Terry silver rant part 2

Ahem “clear throat dramatically*

WHY ARE PEOPLE FEELING BAD FOR KREESE with kreese and terry friendship

Like I saw so many “well he has PTSD and he broken and terry framed him and put him in jail”

the pstd yes he has but if i don’t mind saying who actually got therapy for it and got rehab and tried to do better before kreese came back in his life and dug up the past and don’t bring up that therapy scene for kreese because we all know he only said those things to get that key card

And also I will say this for the millions time

The. One who deserves better in John and Terry friendship is definitely not kreese

Because I don’t believe terry ever pulled a rank or trigger ptsd or let see left someone for 35 fucking years

And I know that some people are going like “well terry framed him for attempting murder and blah blah” he got rid of him like everyone was doing he just did it right because he smart like that

Also why are people saying that John only has ptsd when it literally shown in the show that terry has i believe 2 ptsd flashback one triggered by the torch during breakfast that morning and the other trigger by kreese because apparently John kreese doesn’t like to talk about weakness or whatever even tho come on didn’t they both plan the lesson together I think he just wanted to pull ranks because he felt like terry wasn’t submitting to there captain Lieutenant roleplay they been doing since those blowjobs they were giving each other in the jungle 😂

It dumb to me how people think that the whole reason terry framed him in the first place is because he was already planning to get rid of him like hell no the whole reason was because kreese triggered his ptsd pull ranks and choose Johnny over him the funny things is it been like that since 1980 the choose Johnny thing but now I’m very very worried that the pulling rank things has happened before when they were younger and I get it John wanted to focus on the student but he could have atlest humor terry idea a bit in South Korea and yeah I know Terry left him to go take over the company for like hmmm 1975 to 1983 because it did say that terry showed a few times to teach in a interview once i think and he brought him the dojo and got him revenge and cancel work for his business for months while John was in Tahiti getting hand massage and terry was on coke and laughing like a hyena while also gaining a obsession over a Italian twink in the process because you know he a 6,5 coke addict karate ponytail man

Also tho I’m not excuse terry action (tho he got some problems and that why I love him because god damn he is so devoted that mostly why I love him,I really don’t think him or Kreese dated anyone since they got back from nam they were to busy getting matching snake tattoos and staring gay at each other and do I even have to talk about the gentle neck holding

Also I think that the reason that kreese didn’t drop to his knees and grab terry hand in that tattoo parlor was definitely the reason this whole thing started we all know you like to be dominant by him 😒 let terry run his finger through your hair John like it not that hard

They were fucking in nam and no one can tell me otherwise

If anything none of them need a redemption and they just need to move in together and be old like fall asleep on each other shoulder you gay grandpas