#Rachael Bridge

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Rachael Bridge’s Luminous, Technicolor Shadows

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Rachael Bridge

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Rachael Bridge. Alone With This, 2024

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[lgbtqreads]

January 2023 Deal Announcements

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The Singer Building from Brooklyn Bridge - Rachael Robinson Elmer - 1914 - via NGA

[thisphantomlife]

Songs Hozier has covered

Bowie - Changes, Young Americans (see also Trinity Orchestra section)

Prince - I Wanna Be Your Lover, Raspberry Beret, Jungle Love

James Carr - The Dark End Of The Street

The Beatles - Blackbird

John Lennon (Donny Hathaway version) - Jealous Guy (at the goldenplec block party with Zaska)

Ariana Grande - Problem

Warren G - Regulate (mashup with Problem)

James Blake - Retrograde

Tom Waits - Strange Weather

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love

Stevie Wonder - Living for the City, As, Sir Duke

Sting - 7 Days

The BeeGees - To Love Somebody

Lauryn Hill - Doo Wop (that thing)

Amerie - One Thing

Skip James (Alvin Youngblood Hart version) - Illinois Blues

Muddy Waters - Catfish Blues

Van Morrison - Caravan, Sweet Thing, Domino, Brown Eyed Girl, Saint Dominic’s Preview

Bill Withers - Ain’t No Sunshine, Use Me

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know

Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry

Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love

Fun - We Are Young

Paul Simon - Bridge Over Troubled Water

Sam Smith - Lay Me Down

Destiny’s Child - Say My Name

Britney Spears - Toxic (snippet)

The Band - The Weight

Otis Rush version of Willie Dixon and the Big Three Trio - My Love Will Never Die

The Talking Heads - Burning Down the House (Instagram live messing around with friends)

The Staple Singers - Let’s Do it Again

The Weather Forecast 🤪

Ed Lewis - I Be So Glad When the Sun Goes Down (Instagram snippet)

Mavis Staples - Eyes on the Prize

Jackie Wilson - (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher

The Meters - Just Kissed My Baby

Traffic (song originally by Traffic, Andrew covered the Joe Cocker version) - Feeling Alright

Bruce Cockburn - Lovers In A Dangerous Time

Christmas Songs - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Winter Wonderland, Santa Claus is Coming to Town (with others at the Xmas Eve Ball 2015)

Traditional Irish songs - My Lagan Love, The Humours of Whiskey, I Am Stretched On Your Grave, The Rolling Wave (on the low whistle), The Parting Glass, The Lonely Jig (on the low whistle)

(Live) Collabs - that are not Andrew’s own songs

Alvin Youngblood Hart - Illinois Blues

Maren Morris - The Bones, My Church, Girl, The Tree

Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell on You (Screamin Jay Hawkins cover)

Tom Odell - Another Love

Noah Kahan - Northern Attitude

Allison Russell - Requiem, Stop Dragging My Heart Around (Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty cover)

Brandi Carlile - The Joke, Walk On (U2 cover), The Weight (The Band cover)

Jamala - Walk On (U2 cover)

Mavis Staples - The Weight (The Band cover), Keep Your Eyes on the Prize (with Our Native Daughters, Jason Isbell and Phil Cook)

Boygenius - Salt in the Wound

Alana Henderson - Ae Fond Kiss (poem by Robert Burns)

U2 - When Love Comes to Town

Tori Kelly - Blackbird (the Beatles cover)

Mumford and Sons - Timshel, Awake My Soul, With a Little Help From My Friends (Beatles cover, with other artists)

Lake Street Dive - Everyday People (Sly and the Family Stone cover)

Rachael Price - Rental Love

Victoria Canal - Swan Song

Elwood (his dog) - Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Elton John and Kiki Dee cover, Insta snippet)

All the artists at Love Rocks NYC 2022 - Like A Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan cover), Feeling Alright (Traffic cover)

Brian Kennedy (and others) - I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free (Nina Simone cover)

His Dad - The Weight (The Band cover at MSG)

Zaska, Wyvern Lingo, Loah - Sir Duke (Stevie Wonder cover)

Eabha McMahon - Bright Blue Rose (Jimmy McCarthy cover)

Brittany Howard - Feeling Alright (Joe Cocker version cover)

Joan Baez - We Shall Overcome, The Weight (The Band cover)

Christmas Eve Busk 2015

Bono, Glen Hansard - When Love Comes to Town, Every Breaking Wave

Glen Hansard, Imelda May - The Dark End of the Street (James Carr cover)

Christmas Eve Busk 2017

Glen Hansard, Coronas, Imelda May, Liam O Maonlaoi - So This is Christmas (John Lennon cover), The Aul Triangle

Music Groups

Nova Collective - (original songs) Tuile, Closer, Quick Bossa

Zaska - (original songs) In Your Own Sweet Time, Different Light, She Gunk Gunk Dunk A Funk, Oh Yeah

Anuna - with Andrew on lead vocals: The Raid, La Chanson de Mardi Gras. With Andrew in the choir: Jingle Bells, An Uaithne

The Wiggles - Cherry Tree Carol with Anuna

Trinity Orchestra - songs covered with Andrew on lead vocals

~ Queen - Somebody To Love, Don’t Stop Me Now

~ Arcade Fire - My Body is a Cage

~ Pink Floyd - Time, Breathe, Comfortably Numb, Shine on You Crazy Diamond, Money

~ Michael Jackson - Earth Song, Black or White, Smooth Criminal

~ David Bowie - Heroes

*This list may not be complete. It only contains songs that can be found online.

Please let me know if any songs are missing so I can add them 🫶

I’ve not included the songs he sang snippets of on that Song Association interview

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Change of Plans

A/N: Although I am SEVERAL days late at this point, this is a gift for @something-tofightfor - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHAEL! I hope your day was all that you wanted it to be, and that this year is the best fucking one yet. I so badly wanted this to be done in time, but you know me. Anywho, I love your guts and I hope you enjoy this chaotic little cake I whipped up with the help of one of your favorite cowboys.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: listen, don't do what Reader does here. Other than that... just some language. It's very tame. But don't do it.

Summary: Jack is there on business. You're there for pleasure.

He noticed you right away. 

Sitting in the waiting area near gate A-7, right leg crossed over your left and an open book in one hand, you caught his eye -

Well hello, gorgeous.

- and he had to repeatedly free his focus from your direction, reminding himself why he was at the airport in the first place. 

Damn it, Agent, you’ve got a job to do.

You turned the page of the book you were reading, letting out a sigh and stretching your neck, and Jack adjusted his position on the barstool he occupied so that he was forced to change his line of sight. He cleared his throat, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. The bold, smoky flavor of the deep amber whiskey coated his tongue, and by the time he swallowed he was back on his task. 

He’d been sent to locate and detain a known associate of a crime boss that Statesman was attempting to bring down. Intel gathered from Agents assigned to the case suggested that the associate - a mid level player who occasionally dealt in black market weapons - would be traveling through Louisville on his way to meet with the mysterious and nefarious man they knew only as The Gatekeeper. The current theory was that The Gatekeeper was operating out of San Francisco - or more specifically, out of a secret underwater lair that was built into one of the foundational structures of the Golden Gate Bridge, hence his nickname. But Statesman had been unable to confirm that yet. Catching up with the Gatekeeper’s gun runner was their best bet when it came to pinning down his location for sure, and since he had the most experience with facial recognition and planting trackers, the assignment had gone to Agent Whiskey. 

So let’s find this shit kicker and get on with it so I can get on with… He resisted the urge to turn back in your direction. 

Setting his glass down on the cork coaster it was served to him on, he brought his newly emptied hand up to tap the arm of his gold wire glasses. At the touch of his fingertip, the stealth lens screens activated, and he used them to scan the faces of the people moving through the terminal. So far none had hit as a match for the Gatekeeper’s associate, but since the man was clever enough to book himself tickets on multiple flights that day to make it harder for anyone who might be looking to follow him, Jack had to keep checking until he either found his target or the last of those flights had taken off. 

I’ll find him. Soon as he shows up I’ll- 

But Jack didn’t even need to finish the thought, because his lenses detected the person he’d been waiting for before he could. Just as he was about to get up from his seat and position himself to intercept his target, though, he saw something else flash across his lenses. 

Mission directive has changed. Do not detain. Intel from Kingsman suggests associate may also be working with Golden Circle remnants in Canada. New directive is only to place the tracker and not to pursue until we know for sure who he is meeting. Agents in Vancouver and San Francisco have been put on alert and will be activated as needed. 

Jack blinked twice to acknowledge Ginger’s message, then used the movement of his eyes to send a question in response. 

Received. Return to HQ? 

He had his jet on standby there at the airport in the event that he needed to abscond with The Gatekeeper’s man, and he assumed that since that was no longer necessary, Champ and Ginger would want him to come back and await further information. Keeping one eye on his target, he used the other to read the new message that flashed across his lens, finding it to be a surprise. 

Negative. Don’t want to risk the chance of counter tracking. Take the Pony somewhere for a few days first. Vegas or Denver are preferable but Mexico City is also available. 

Well, shoot. Looks like I’m takin’ a vacation. My favorite kind of mission. 

Ginger had listed cities where Statesman owned properties that were reserved for off duty use - for when Agents had to lay low for a while, or for when they needed a safe place to recover from injuries sustained in the line of duty. There were several more located around the world, but judging by the selection that was presented to him, they wanted him to stay close enough to either have him back in Kentucky in a matter of hours, or send him to California or British Columbia in a pinch when the intel on who the associate was meeting with came back. 

Received. Target inbound. Contact when directive complete. 

With that, he lifted his finger up to tap the arm of his glasses once more, the screens deactivating so that he could remove them, folding them for safe storage in the inner pocket of his jacket. In a turn of luck, his mark headed straight for the bar he was seated at and sat down two stools over. He showed no signs of having made Jack for a secret operative, not even bothering to look in his direction as he ordered a drink from the bartender. 

Perfect. 

Jack’s grin was imperceptible as he used his thumb and pointer finger to pull one of the small “buttons” from the cuff of his jacket sleeve. Flattening it with a tight pinch, he dropped the bio-tracker into his own beverage and watched as it dissolved into the liquid. It finished just as the bartender placed a rocks glass of whiskey on a coaster in front of Jack’s target. He waited for the other man to take a sip, and then he closed the distance, scooting over one stool so that he was right next to him, and then he greeted the man with a jovial tone. 

“Did my ears deceive me just now, or did I hear you order the Statesman 12 year, my friend?” Jack pointed to the other man’s glass while holding his own. 

The other man turned to face Jack, a semi-scowl on his face, his annoyance over being addressed by a seemingly drunken stranger as a “friend” clearly written in gray-green eyes. “What?” He glanced down at Jack’s glass and then at his own. “Oh.” He grunted and gave Jack a nod before taking another sip of his drink. “Yeah. You drinking the same, I take it?” He arched one eyebrow and turned back to face the television screen behind the bar without waiting for the answer to the question he’d just asked. 

“Smoothest bourbon there is.” Jack held up his glass, inspecting the contents. To anyone else’s eye - even the man beside him - it would appear as though he were simply appreciating the way the overhead lights streaked through the rich amber liquid. In truth, he was making sure that the button-turned-tracker had been completely infused into the drink. Seeing that it was, he glanced over and caught his mark with his own glass midway to his lips once more.

Slow down there, son, leave some for our toast. 

Reaching for the man’s elbow, he stopped him from draining the last of his beverage. “How about we both raise our glasses to good taste and safe travels?” 

The other man jerked his arm away as though he’d been burned, the motion accompanied by a deeply frustrated sigh. Checking his watch, he rolled his eyes and shook his head at Jack. “Sure Fine. Just make it quick, I have a flight to catch.” 

As he presented his glass for the toast, Jack aggressively clinked the rim of his against it - with just enough force so that some of his drink had sloshed into the other man’s glass without him noticing. “Quick it is. Safe travels.” 

“Uh huh.” The sketch of a scowl was back as the man nodded again, knocking back the remainder of his drink, including the tracker. “Same to you.” With that, he slapped a fifty on the bar and left his empty glass, on his way to whatever gate would take him to whatever scumbag was waiting for him. 

The Gatekeeper or the Golden Circle… or whoever the fuck else. We’ll know soon enough. 

Taking his glasses back out of his pocket, Jack unfolded them and put them back on his face. With a tap of his finger the one-way screens hidden in the lenses activated again, and through a series of blinks and subtle eye movements, he sent confirmation of his mission back to Ginger Ale. 

Tracker planted. Target in motion. 

Before he got a response, though, he was distracted by a voice coming from over his shoulder. “Excuse me? Is anyone sitting there?” 

He turned towards the speaker and his eyes widened, lips lifting into a slight grin when he saw that it was you. 

Hot damn, she’s even prettier up close. 

His grin grew at your sudden, small intake of breath when your eyes met. “All yours.” Using one hand, he pulled the stool out for you as Ginger’s message started to scroll across his field of vision. 

You muttered a thank you as you chewed your lower lip. “You didn’t have to-” 

Well done Agent Whiskey. The tracker is live and we are following its movement. Which location did you select? 

“Now darlin’, what kind of gentleman would I be if I only did what I had to do?” He smiled, covertly answering Ginger’s question. 

Not sure yet. Stay tuned. 

You let out a sound that was almost a laugh, shrugging. “You’d be like most gentlemen I’ve known, I guess.” 

Agent, we need to know- 

Jack brought his hand up and tapped the side of his glasses, closing the communication screen and letting Ginger’s message go unfinished. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it and it wouldn’t be the last. He always eventually got back to her and never made her wait too long. But his focus had been drawn to you all afternoon, and now that you were sitting directly beside him, he wasn’t going to rush the interaction he’d been putting off for hours. 

“Then allow me to introduce to you a different kind.” He reached up and swept his hat from his head, laying it on the bartop, and extended his free hand to you.  “Jack Daniels.” 

–  –  – 

15 Minutes Earlier…

You checked your watch with a sigh, noting that you still had a little under an hour before you’d be called for boarding. 

It’s fine. That means I can start another chapter now. You rolled your eyes. I’ll need a new book for the flight home at this rate, though. 

It was one of those flights that didn’t make sense - with a 4 hour layover in a city that was completely out of the way of your destination. But that was why you’d been able to find tickets for only $48 each way, less than three days out. Things at work had been hectic, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to get the time off until the very last minute. So even though it certainly wouldn’t have been your first choice if you’d been able to book it months ago when the trip was first brought up, you were perfectly content to take the unnecessary stopover in Louisville on your way to Las Vegas. 

Doesn’t hurt when the people watching prospects are this interesting, either. 

You glanced over at the nearby bar and the astoundingly attractive man seated there who’d snagged your attention as soon as he arrived. He, like a handful of others in the terminal, wore a dark felted Stetson But unlike most, it suited him. As did his perfectly tailored suit and- 

Oh, fuck, he’s wearing glasses now. And they look damn good on him, too. 

You cleared your throat and forced your thoughts back to your trip and your reason for taking the less than desirable layover. Even though it meant spending hours alone in an airport, you were excited, because it also meant being able to see several of your friends who lived far away, and being able to celebrate your birthday with them. Well, not just your birthday. The trip was meant to be a group celebration to make up for the fact that you hadn’t all been able to get together for a birthday in years. Since there happened to be two of you who had birthdays in January, that was the month that was chosen. But the dates that were settled on had included your actual birthday smack dab in the middle of them, and you were looking forward to having something fun to do with people you missed. 

Which was why you groaned as you read the notification that popped up on your phone regarding the flight status. 

Delayed - Mechanical Issues 

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, closing the airline app and tapping your phone screen to open the group chat so you could fill the others in on your situation. Before you finished typing though, your phone vibrated in your hand and a picture popped up of two of your friends - Jess and Maddy - both wearing ear to ear smiles at Harry Reid International, the text from Jess simply reading two words followed by several exclamation marks: We’re here!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Kayla chimed in next, responding with an emphatic YAY! and sending a screenshot of her GPS, showing that she was just under 2 hours out. Be there so soon! 

Nat still had her phone on airplane mode since she’d only taken off from LAX about an hour earlier, so you didn’t bother waiting for an update from her before you finished typing your own. 

Bad news, my flight out of Louisville is delayed. :( Mechanical issues… No idea when I’ll be there now, but I’ll keep you all posted. 

You sent the message and tucked your phone into the outer pocket of your bag as disappointment set in. As it was, the rest of your friends were already supposed to arrive half a day before you. But now, it was looking like you were going to miss out on the entire first day of the trip. 

Or more. 

Frowning at the thought, you tried not to let yourself get too upset until you had a better idea of your situation. You told yourself that it could be something quick and easy to remedy - maybe you’d only have to wait one more hour. Maybe less. Either way, you decided that since half of the group was already there, it meant that the vacation had unofficially started, and it was time you treated yourself to a drink. 

And if I know Jess and Maddy, they’re doing the same right now. 

You picked up your bag, slinging the strap over your shoulder, and headed towards the bar. It was moderately crowded, only a few stools left vacant scattered here and between other travelers. But as you got closer you noticed that the man you’d caught yourself spending more time watching than any of the others was still seated there - and that the seat beside him had just become empty. 

Perfect timing. 

That confidence lasted only until the man spun at the sound of your voice, and seeing him up close had nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. 

Oh, shit. He’s- 

By the time he’d given you his name along with his hand to shake, you’d noticed things about him that you hadn’t from across the room. Like the flecks of tan and gold that lightened his dark brown eyes, the distinct bow of his upper lip beneath his mustache and how it rested against the plush pillow of the lower one, the way you couldn’t see a stitch of leather on him aside from his boots, but the smell of it - along with bergamot - clung to him and made him even more appealing. 

You swallowed, his warm hand wrapping around yours and squeezing as you managed to tell him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” 

Without letting go of your hand or releasing your eyes from the lock his own had on them, he repeated your name back to you, the sound of it making your face grow warm. “Pleasure’s all mine, I promise you.” 

When he winked as he withdrew his hand, you knew you were screwed. You ordered yourself a drink - something local, a bourbon you’d not seen before called Statesman - and Jack, though approving of your choice, simply asked for a glass of water. As you brought the glass to your lips, another thought popped into your head. 

But am I really screwed, though? Because… he seems just as interested as I am. 

Over the next half hour, you and Jack made small talk and subtly flirted in smirks and glances. You asked him what brought him to the airport that day, to which he’d answered: 

“Had some business here earlier. But that’s done, so the rest of my evening is completely free.” 

You shook your head at that, taking another sip of your drink. Damn that’s good. “Don’t you have a flight to catch?” 

At that, he grinned and spread his large hands wide. “Ah, well, that is one of the perks of being my own pilot.” He raised one eyebrow and leaned towards you. “I can leave whenever I choose.” 

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. That definitely makes him even more attractive somehow, though. 

You mouthed the word wow and let out a stunted laugh as you reached into your bag to retrieve your phone. Some time had passed and you were hoping that there would be another notification about the status of your delayed flight. “That must be nice.” You groaned as you saw that there was nothing new from the airline, and several texts from your friends expressing their dismay over your travel woes. Shaking the phone in your hand, you sighed. “I’m here on a layover that got delayed and the rest of my friends are already in Vegas.” Looking over at him, you wet your lips with your tongue. “I’d love to be able to just… hop in and take off whenever I wanted to.”

–  –  –  

Well, shit. Did she just say Vegas? 

Clearing his throat, Jack reached up to tap the arm of his glasses. Several missed messages came through at once, all from Ginger, but he blinked them away as he spoke. “Well, I know we’ve only just met, and I’m not trying to make any suggestions-” Though I could. “- But I happen to be going to Sin City myself tonight.” He had to contain his grin at the flash in your eyes as he used the nickname for the gambling town. “I’d be more than happy to take you with me.” 

Destination selected. Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. 

You sucked in a breath at his proposition, and though he knew you were likely considering saying no, he hoped you’d say yes. “I… Jack, I couldn’t ask you to-” 

“You’re not. I’m askin’. I’ll show you my license and everything to prove that I’m legit, but darlin’, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” He tilted his head towards the window. “No tellin’ how long they’ll need to fix that bird, and if your friends are already there…” He trailed off and shrugged, returning his gaze to you. “My jet is fully fueled and ready to go. I could get you there so you don’t have to miss out too much. More than you already have, I mean.” 

He could practically hear Ginger’s reply when it came through, but he fought the urge to let out a snort as he read it. 

IT’S ABOUT TIME, AGENT. Make sure your friend buckles up. We’ll contact you when you can return to HQ. 

You bit your lower lip again, and he couldn’t help but watch the way your teeth dug into your flesh. “I…” He saw the rest of your protest dissolve the same way the tracker had earlier, your eyes shifting from skeptical to excited until that’s all he saw in them. You laughed, then, lifting your hand and holding up one finger. “Alright. I’ll… yes. I’ll take you up on it. But on one condition.” 

Received. Will await contact. Over. 

Jack reached up to tap his glasses before removing them and stowing them in his pocket. He leaned in closer to you, concentrating on the quirk of your lips and the mixture of impulse and instinct in your eyes. “Let’s hear it.” 

“You let me buy you a drink once we get there.” You said it over the rim of your glass as you finished the last of it, eyes on him as you swallowed. 

An excuse to go out with a beautiful woman? That’s the condition? 

Jack flashed you a smile. “I think those terms are more than agreeable, ma’am.” 

–  –  –  

What the fuck am I doing? 

You half laughed at yourself, but at the same time there was something about Jack that made you feel like you could trust him. You were aware that that could be a danger in and of itself, but your gut told you he was a good man, and you had always felt that you were a good and accurate judge of character. 

How’s it any different from meeting a guy and getting in his car with him? It’s not, really. 

It was, and you knew it was, but you hadn’t been wrong yet. And as much as you wanted to get to Vegas to see your friends, you also found yourself wanting more time to get to know Jack. He was offering you the chance to do both of those things, and even though you were looking for one, you couldn’t find a downside. 

Pulling out your phone, you opened the group chat and sent one text before switching it to airplane mode. 

Change of plans. Met a (really good looking) pilot who was on his way to Vegas and offered me a ride. Sending a screenshot of his license number in case I go missing hahaha. Just kidding. I’ll be fine. See you soon!

You knew what they’d say when they saw your message. 

Jess would likely just send a thumbs up - or possibly a photo of herself giving a thumbs up. 

Maddy would emphasize your message and respond with something like Okay but don’t die! 

Kayla’s message would be a more whimsical reaction like Jesus take the wheel! (Wait do planes have wheels?) or Life is short, take rides from hot pilots when you can with the peace sign emoji. 

And Nat would send advice from several documentaries and podcasts she’d seen or listened to, about what to do if you were being abducted. 

You laughed to yourself again at the entire situation. 

“Alright, Jack.” You hopped down from your stool and picked up your bag. “I’m ready when you are.” 

He stood, taking his hat from the bartop and placing it on his head. “No time like the present.” Running his hands over his clothes, he smoothed out his suit jacket. “Follow me, darlin’. And give me that.” He pointed his chin towards your bag. “I’m a gentleman, remember? Where would my manners be if I let a lady carry her own bags?” 

You shook your head with a smile and handed over your carry-on, leaving you with only your purse. “I don’t know. You’re teaching me about gentlemen, remember?” 

You knew when you saw his eyes darken that you’d made the right call. 

“Oh, sugar. I remember. Few hours to Vegas. Plenty of time for me to teach you things.” With that he started walking and you were left to follow, slightly stunned at the implications in his tone and in his words. 

This is definitely going to be a trip to remember, that’s for sure. 

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[sassyandclassy94]

Water Under the Bridge

Bobby Moch x Original female character

Part 1 of “Let Me Spend My Whole Life Loving You” (my new Bobby x OFC series of oneshots)

Summary: Bobby suffers a bad breakup and thinks he’ll be alone forever (at 21 lol! Imagine that… Boy, you’re so young!) That is, until an unexpected lady walks into his life.

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 8,776

Trigger warnings: I don’t know, there’s nothing sexual (as of yet). But breakup I guess? Insecurities regarding height

Author’s note(s): *This fic is purely about the movie portrayal only. Not the real Bobby Moch whatsoever. As always, I mean no disrespect to him or his descendants* Special shoutouts go to @groovin2beats and @i-am-a-lost-girl16! Rachael, thanks to you (and Luke himself with his tall wife) I’m obsessed with the idea of movie!Bobby ending up with a tall lady. I will now no longer accept any other headcanon please and thank you. As for @i-am-a-lost-girl16 ? I cannot thank you enough for helping me flesh out this lovely lady. Thank you for being so willing to hear and add on to the headcanons I send you♥️ it really means alot. And a very special shoutout goes to @youredoinggreat-honey . If it weren’t for you and your wonderful encouragement to keep going, I don’t know if I would’ve kept writing for this fandom. Your excitement for my fics and ideas makes me and my fics feel so welcome and worthy you have no idea! Thank you for not only encouraging me as a writer, but for bring my friend and for reminding me that I’m not alone.

Tagging: @applebutter-and-cinnamon (I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it)

Bobby inhaled, fiddling with the small box he had hidden in his pocket as he waited for Tilly, his steady girlfriend, to get back from whatever it was she was doing. They had been steadily dating for at least a year now and tonight, Bobby planned on popping the question. After putting money aside for months, he was finally able to purchase the ring he had his eye on a few days ago. He even talked to her parents; now all that was left to do was ask Tilly those four words. He exhaled. He really wasn’t feeling nervous at all; in fact, he was feeling rather confident and excited. He had known for a while now that he wanted to marry this woman. Sure, the economy was bad, but he was just recently named to cox the JV rowing team, which entailed a job, he was graduating next year and then after that he planned on having a job to support them as he went through law school. It would be hard, yes, but being that they loved each other, they would make it work, right?

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currently watching: well. hacks and under the bridge just ended so I'm dying. jk I'm just rewatching we are lady parts again and again. hopefully I'll also start rewatching yellowjackets soon!

currently craving: leaving!!! just getting the fuck out of here!!! never setting foot in uni or talking to anyone from there ever again!!! and maybe getting an ice cream...

coffee or tea: coffee 100%

tagging: @chappelroans @lilolilyr @deankarolina @rebeccamarinwife @spitinsideme @annieofhearts @the-lonelyshepherd

[ghoulnextdoor]

Intermittent Eyeball Fodder – Unquiet Things

Rachael Bridge // “Malevolent”

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

CONTINUED. // @splinter-sister

When his brain finally catches up to what he thinks is going on, Butch in Rachael’s body spits up all that toothpaste in his mouth frantically, wiping his face with the back of his hand before rocketing out of the bathroom and towards the front door. It’s there that he pauses when his hand grips the handle and looks down, realizing he’s in Rachael’s pajamas. Perhaps some pants were necessary…

With an irritated huff, the cowboy pinches the bridge of his nose before looking around; his eyes land on a hamper with clothes haphazardly tossed into it. He makes his way over and kneels down, quickly giving the sniff test to make sure the clothes were clean before beginning to go through them. He tosses a few articles of clothing aside such as a shirt or two, a bra, and a pair of undies before he happens upon a pair of pants. Getting up, he quickly pulls them on, wiggling a little bit to get them over his hips—or Rachael’s hips more like. He’s honestly astonished by the curvy physique that she hides under all those layers everyday. He hoped he could get back into his own body soon otherwise this whole thing could become…uncomfortable.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he hurries out the front door, brushing that red hair out of his eyes and looking around. He knew where he had last been but from what point here was it? Suddenly Butch has the idea to whistle for his horse though it doesn’t come out as firm as usual. Curse Rachael’s small hands! Despite the struggle, he doesn’t give up just yet, attempting over and over to get Dar’s attention from so far away. It’s almost impossible to do in the middle of the city knowing full well that they’re probably on the outskirts beyond civilization around here.

Passerby’s give him odd looks as they pass, assuming he’s someone who’s gone off the deep end. It doesn’t help that he’s talking to himself!

“Ughhh—please gimme somethin!” He groans in frustration. Would Rachael be able to put together what happened? Was she even in his body? And if not, what the hell was he going to do? He wasn’t… possessing her body or something like that, was he? Questions he needed answers to swim around his head as he contemplates what to do next and more importantly, if his friend was even okay.

[cyberdenizen]

THE DRIPPING DREAM OF A RED-HEADED WHORE

This story can be found as a dedicated page on my blog: Here

This story features a number of kinks, primarily: Rape \ Stalking

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In the silence of the night, dear little Rachael dreamed. Perhaps it was of fantasy, perhaps a twist of experience, perhaps something entirely different, but she dreamed on and on…

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In a time long past, another world perhaps, resided a friendly little red-haired woman who caught the eye of all who looked her way. She was adored by many, but coveted by her caretaker, who would give anything to keep her safe, but sometimes paths can wander. Everywhere she went, this sweet, innocent red-head would don her cut-off scarlet leather jacket, an eye-catching accessory that made her shine out clear as day in any crowd. For this reason, many began calling her “little red biker girl,” though everyone knew she’d never ridden a motorcycle in her life.

As time passed, a day soon came when her caretaker placed a hand on her shoulder, saying “My sweet little Red, be a doll and take this care package to your friend across town, won’t you? I know she hasn’t been feeling well since her breakup, so spend some time with her, help her feel better.” And with that, he handed Red a small backpack, filled with a variety of treats, drinks, and other little goodies. “Oh, and do keep to the path should you cut through the park. I know you love to adventure, but it will be much more difficult to cross the creek without the bridge.”

And with that, Red was off. Down the road. Cross the busy avenue. And into the park.

As Red walked, she could feel the glances of everyone she passed. Eventually, as she passed by a park bench, she could hear a voice chiming through the music that her headphones had been pumping straight into her ears. “Hey now, long time no see, little red biker girl. It’s not often you’re out on your own.” She stopped and looked over, her eyes finding a man sat on the bench, hand in a gentle fist against his chin, eyes glaring up and down her outfit. Almost immediately she recognized him, a resident of the area who often spent his weekends relaxing in the sunny beams that flooded the park’s path. “Oh hey, Mr. Wulver! Sorry, but I can’t really talk, I need to get this over to my friend!” She bounced her bag playfully and smiled to him. “Is that so? And what’s in that cute backpack of yours, little Red?” the man inquired, an eyebrow raised. She stepped to the bench, sat down and unzipped the bag, showing him the multitude of treats stowed away under canvas protection. “Your friend wouldn’t happen to live to the South-East of the park, would she?” Mr. Wulver asked, placing his arm on the back of the bench, behind Red. “She does. The apartment complex just a block away, why?” Red tilted her head, confused as to why that mattered. “Ah… Well, you see, the Eastern entrance is closed right now, they’re repairing the arch over the gate, but some kids recently busted the fence just South of it. It’d be fastest to cut off the path and squeeze through the opening they’ve made.” His hand gestured in the general direction he spoke up, pointing between the thicker trees and brush. Red looked in the direction of his gesture, and he dropped something small in her bag. “Oh… that’s really good to know. Thank you so much, sir!” Red leaped up, and was off again, straying off the path, between the trees, and through the brush.

As she approached the creek, she remembered what her caretaker had said about the difficulty she’d have in crossing it. She glanced around and saw a fallen tree, a bridge gifted by nature, and just through the trees beyond, she could see the iron of the fence, her destination. Carefully, one step at a time, Red slowly crossed the flowing water of the creek. It may not be deep, but the last thing she wants is to get her tights and shoes all wet and muddy! Just as she reached the other end, she slipped, but instead of falling in the mud, she found herself gripped, pulled up to her feet before she’d landed. And there stood a masked man, eyes fixed on her, burning like a wolf seeking a meal.

“Th…thank you…” she stuttered, her heartbeat speeding up. “I really need to go to…” Before she finished her thought, she found the man’s hand on her throat, eyes piercing into her own as his other hand gripped her ass under her skirt. With not a word, the man groped her. Hands gripping tight. Pressing against her soft skin. Fingers pushing against her panties, pushing into her holes through the fabric as she gasped under his grip. She writhed, she clenched, she whimpered… And then… He let go.

Red’s heart was racing as the man who had been molesting her mere moments ago simply turned around and walked away, past the trees and out of sight. She collected her thoughts, adjusted her outfit, fixed her panties, feeling how damp they were, and scurried off towards the fence. “Just… get there and I can hang out with her, that’s all…” Red whispered to herself as she approached the bent iron bars before squeezing through the gap.

As Red entered the apartments, she rang the bell for her friend’s unit. The system rang. Picked up. A gentle voice answered with a soft, almost whimpering “Y…yes?” “It’s me, Jess! I’ve got a gift for you, can you let me in?” Red giggled and wiggled, excitedly pulling the straps of her bag, even though her friend could not see. Without a word, the call ended, the door unlatched, and Red hurried to the elevator.

As Red came upon her friend’s door, she noticed it was held ajar by a doorstop. “She must have propped it open for me, how nice.” Red thought to herself. In she stepped. Lights off. Curtains shut. Silence.

“Jess? You here?” No answer. “Honey? You ok?” A shuffling sound, a slight whimper. Red stepped further in, the door closing shut behind her. She flipped the light-switch, and was immediately gripped from behind.

Before her was Jess, bound snugly to one of her dining chairs. Pantyhose torn. Cum dripping from her cunt. A giddy look on her face as she drooled through a makeshift gag of her own panties.

Red felt a familiar hand on her throat, then heard a familiar voice in her ear. “What a tight little hole your friend has. So wet and snug for pumping full of cum.” Red writhed and broke free, turning around to find the masked man from before. “And what beautiful moans she whimpered, pleading for more, isn’t that right, Jess?” Jess whimpered and nodded. Red grabbed the man’s mask and pulled. Mr. Wulver. “Now, now, Jess said you’d make a perfect treat. She was begging me to make you her drippy little whore sister, if I recall.” He gripped her tight, tighter than by the creek, and forced his knee between her legs.

Red looked into his eyes, seeing only the burning desire from before, now tenfold. She saw only a wolf, drooling with hunger. He saw only a meek little sheep, ripe for consumption.

Red heard tearing fabric. Red felt herself being pinned to the wall. Red whimpered and gasped as she was stretched around throbbing cock.

Thrust after thrust. She looked aside to see Jess humping in her chair, happy as could be.

Pounding deep inside her dripping cunt. Red gripped the man who was taking her, body pulsing, nearly convulsing, as she was thrown into an orgasm. And moments later, she felt herself being pumped full.

Laying in bed… Red and Jess, side by side. Jess kissed her. Fingered her. Comforted her. And Mr. Wulver took her. Flooded her. Stretched her. Her mouth was next. Then her tight little ass. She was used, thoroughly broken, laying limp, dripping with seed as she caught her breath.

And then, the door opened, and in came her caretaker. He shook his head, looked to Wulver and said “A deal is a deal.” Red was confused, head spinning, as her caretaker leaned over her, kissed her gently and whispered “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He gripped her hair, sat her upright, and pressed his cock deep inside of Jess, gripping Red’s throat and kissing her again before continuing. “Old’ Wulver here made Jess his whore, just like you’re mine. So we arranged a little joint session of sorts.” He laughed, Jess moaned, and Red looked at her caretaker, her lover, longingly, knowing this would be the first of many experiences between the four of them.

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The sun rose, and Rachael awoke. Panties soaked through, humping her blanket as she had slept. She immediately picked up her phone and called her friend. “Jess… I had the dream again… can you please come over with that wolf of yours today…”

[dragon-kazansky]

Biker AU snippet (self insert)

Izzy walked into the bar, sluggish and tired. They had been on the road all day and though he loved riding with the crew, he was glad to sit in his favourite bar and have a drink at last.

Izzy sat in his usual stool. He hadn't been in here for a few weeks. Izzy was a busy man most of the time, but Ed had been licking up jobs for them constantly recently. He was starting to feel the burn out looking over his head. The bar stool was a welcome change to the seat on his bike.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut as a tired sigh escaped his lips. He was really feeling it now.

"What can I get ya?"

"My usual," is his reply. That's all he asks for now.

"Ya gonna have to tell me what that is." The voice on the other side of the bar says.

Izzy's brows knit together as he finally lowers his hand and looks up. He finds himself pleasantly surprised by the new face in front of him.

She's pretty.

"Oh... uh... Whiskey. Double."

The pretty lass smiles and nods, seeing to his drink immediately.

For as long as Izzy had been coming here, nothing had ever changed. The same old wallpaper and license plates on the wall. The same old jukebox that could barely finish a song these days. The same old pool table he has won many bets on. The same old faces coming and going.

Izzy finds than in just a few seconds, this whole place looked and felt different. The glass is placed down in front of him, but he barely spares it a glance. "What's ya name?" He asks.

"Rachael."

Her smile lights up the fucking room.

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

Manuscript Search Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @eccaiia! :D

Words: fog, food, found and fight. These are from The Unfortunate Moth:

Fog:

He pointed to a paper that had floated to the floor. The drawing resembled nothing so much as Tower Bridge seen late at night, in a fog and by someone who had spent too long in the pub. His mind boggled at what sort of play that set could be for.

Food:

She couldn't have said what was served for dinner. All the food tasted like ash, and there was a twisting feeling in her stomach that prevented her eating much.

Found:

Király rolled his eyes. "No. It goes back before that, to the hotel in Hong Kong. The doctor was staying there too. Mrs. Patton found out something about him and I think she tried to blackmail him."

Fight:

Mrs. Rachael was yelling again. Nothing unusual there. Nellie would have been more surprised if the house had been quiet. Miss Octavia always had a bad effect on Mrs. Rachael's temper. Nellie didn't know what the latest fight was about. Probably Miss Octavia's new hairdo.

Tagging @winterandwords, @thethistlegirlwrites, @physicsgoblin, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D New words: hotel, hungry, helpful and height.