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kai-anderson-whore · 2 years ago

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The wild rose (James patrick march x fem reader)

Summary: based on the song where the wild roses grow by nick cave and Kylie monoge

Warnings: mentions of murder, suicide

They called you the wild rose, but your name was y/n y/l/n, why they called you that you didn't know, you were stuck in here this gloomy hotel, that was Disguised as a beautiful memory of the gatsby era.

You remembered how you ended up here all those decades ago over 100 years ago, you been stuck here, after being swooned by the owner of this place.

You entered the hotel cortez, your dress swaying at your knees, your heels clicking, to be greeted by a man with a pale complexion a pencil mustache, and a expensive suit.

"Do you have a reservation dear" he asked a smile on his face, "yes it's "miss y/n y/l/n" you replied "ah your not married?" He asked a shocked expression on his face.

Causing you to blush "no I'm afraid not" you mumbled in embarrassment, "well that's obscene" he stated grabbing a room key handing it to you, "I do hope you speak to you again miss y/l/n" he stated.

"Also I'm James patrick march the proud owner of the cortez" he added "Thank you Mr march" you smiled grabbing your suitcase going to the elevator to your room.

James knew you were the one, from the moment he first saw you, you were more beautiful than any woman he'd seen, your lips the colour of the roses miss evers grows on the premises all bloody and wild.

Later on that night, you heard a knock on your room door, confused on whom it could be you went to answer it, to find James at the door.

"Mr march what a surprise" you smiled, your red lipstick still sat perfectly on your lips, letting him enter the room, your eyes red and puffy from crying over something silly, "are you alright dear?" He asked wiping the tears that ran down your face.

Your trembling figure sat on the bed, "What's wrong dear?" James asked, a hand on your shoulder comforting you, "Oh it's nothing something pathetic really I don't want to waste your time Mr march your a busy man" you said.

"Don't be so absurd" he inquiries, let out a giggle "well I came here to pursue a career in acting but got into a huge fight with my parents because I wouldn't marry this man" you said.

"I see" was all he said, "they didn't like that I didn't want to sit there over a stove, cook and clean for a man I didn't want to marry" you said wiping the remaining tears from your eyes.

"Anyway what can I do for you Mr march" you asked wondering why he had came into your room, "please call me James dear, I was wondering if you would like to attend a party Tomorrow at the ball room downstairs?" He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"I'd love to what time is this party taking place?" You replied, "seven thirty" he answered getting up from his spot, "you'll be my plus one" was the last thing he said before leaving the room.

You couldn't help but smile like a fool, once James left going to bed, on a positive note, looking forward for the next day.

The second day James saw you, was when he picked you up, to attend his party, the dress you wore elegant, expensive looking, hugging your curves perfectly.

He brought you a single red rose, you favourite flower "ready to go dear?" He asked taking your hand in his, before intertwining your arms, walking side by side.

"Thank you for this James, it's most generous of you" you smiled your signature red lips, driving James crazy, he knew he couldn't wait any longer to go ahead with his plan.

Entering the party, arriving last but fashionable, all eyes on you both, the rose in your hand, whispers amongst others, as they gawked at your and James.

Through the night you and James danced, sipping expensive champagne, having a fun time, "come with me" he instructed taking you somewhere where you can be alone.

"Do you know where the wild roses grow?" He asked you shook your head as he lead you, where they grow, "my maid miss evers grows them so sweet, scarlet and free, they reminded me of you" he stated making the heat rush to your cheeks.

Finally he showed you the rose bush outside the cortez, they were beautiful, you admired they're beauty, "y/n?" James mumbled his eyes never leaving yours "yes james" you smiled your eyes never leaving the roses.

"Give me your loss and sorrow?" He said, you were confused by what he meant "what do you mean?" You asked, "I mean I want to be the one to make you happy pursue your dreams" he said.

"Not to tie you down so your bond to hover over a stove but to be worshiped, to be treated like a queen" he enquires, taking you aback, no one ever said anything like that, nevermind wanting to treat you like one.

"James I don't know what to say i-" "just give it a think dear" he interrupted not wanting to put you on the spot to make a decision.

But little did you know, the secrets that will be unveiled to you sooner or later.

On the third day he had taken you to a river, where more of wild roses grew, you sat on the grass, watching the water flow, peacefully, James eyes never leaving yours, "are you alright james" you smiled snapping him out his thoughts.

"Why yes dear what makes you this otherwise" he smiled back "oh nothing just noticed your staring" you giggled, now he was the one to blush, it was a lovely sight to see, you thought.

Your eyes locked, James face coming closer to yours, till your lips locked together, the first man you had kissed, his lips were soft, pulling away to see your rouge lips stained his own.

"That was my first kiss" you blushed hiding your face, only for James to tilt your head up with his hand "and many more to come dearest" he smirked.

"Let's go back to the hotel" he wanted his plan to happen on his premises, on his terms, taking your hand heading back to the cortez, the elaborate building always took your breath away, the glamour, the beauty of it all, was breathtaking.

Finally making it to your floor James standing beside you, "Thank you for today James I really enjoyed it" you said opening your door, you didn't want it to end, you ended up inviting James in, little did you know this was according to his plan.

Another kiss James gave you laying you on the bed, all you heard was a muttered word not knowing what it was, as he knelt above you with a rock in his fist.

He kissed you with that, rock in his first, "all beauty must die" he whispered hitting you till you were dead, afterwards he planted a rose between your teeth.

You looked peaceful to him, as he carried you to his study, miss evers came running in as he was discarding your body, your soul leaving it a while ago, you sat in the room you were murdered in, sobbing.

"How could I had trusted him" you cried out wanting revenge, but karma was a sweet thing at times, miss evers warning James that the police was on their way up, resulting him and her taking their own lifes.

Looking back you still hated James, he would try his best to have you forgive him, but nothing worked, over 100 years and you still held that grudge.

"Y/n please I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he said at the bar where you sat with Sally, "you didn't mean to you pulled all that nonsense just to kill me James now I'm trapped here" you weeped.

"Dearest please I did it so we can be together remember what I had promised you" he asked earning a scoff from you, fixing your jeans, standing up.

"Yes I remember or obscene words how you manipulated me into falling for you only to get my head bashed by a rock" you snapped walking away.

You knew now why you got your nicname the wild rose, you hated it, now known as his victim for all eternity, Sally becoming a close friend over the years.

As well as liz, cleopatra everyone called her, who helped you dress modern as time passed by, so you wouldn't be like how James remembered changing everything about you from back then, the gullible girl.

"Y/n please a century I've been apologising I love you" James pleaded following you around like a simp, "you love me really" you laughed in his face.

"Remember our first kiss, how special it was" he asked "Yes and I remember our second where I died" you said "please dear what I would do to feel your lips on mine once more" he stated.

Now holding you, looking into your eyes seeing the old you, his wild rose back, he pressed his lips back on yours, not wanting to lose That feeling again, you melted into the kiss, mentally kicking yourself for being like putty in his cold, murderous hands.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, "I forgive you James" you sighed, "Thank you I've been dying to hear you say that for a century" he smiled.

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it-happened-one-fic · 3 months ago

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Dancing With Visions - Morale - Cha-Cha - Gorou

Author Notes: Yet another Latin dance. This was actually my first time writing Gorou, but I don't think it turned out to bad. The performance in this fic was inspired by Nick Carter and Sharna Burgess’s Cha Cha to “I Don’t Like it, I Love it” by Flo Rida feat. Robin Thicke and Verdine White from season 21 week 1 of “Dancing with the Stars.” Just like the rest of this series, Reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/platonic or romantic /sfw

Word Count: 1461

I almost pitied Gorou, but Kokomi had certainly gotten him this time. But I couldn’t blame the young woman. It had to be exhausting to be constantly asked for advice, and she had to have her fun somehow. So when Gorou had come asking for advice on how to bolster the troops morale, she’d seen her chance.

Telling him that performing a dance for the troops would boost morale and further asserting that learning said dance could be useful for strength and agility training was no doubt a bit of fun on her part. Especially since she knew I'd be perfectly willing to help the fluffy general with his plight as soon as he came requesting my help.

It had been endearing how focused he’d been during every single practice too. He’d given learning the cha-cha his all, and I had no doubts he’d do well now that it was time for us to perform. With that said, though, it was perfectly obvious that Gorou was feeling the pressure now.

Pressure, that no doubt came from the simple fact that Kokomi had been right. The very knowledge that their beloved general was going to be performing a dance had already pepped up the soldiers.

I let my hand rest lightly on his shoulder, smiling as Gorou looked over at me, slightly surprised with pricked ears, before he smiled in return when he noticed it was just me.

“Nervous?” I questioned him softly, already knowing the answer even as I tilted my head at him.

He chuckled slightly at my one-word question before nodding, “Yeah, I guess I am. I don’t want to let anybody down, though. You included. You spent a lot of time teaching me.”

I smiled at his earnest words, shaking my head fondly even though I was touched, “You won’t let me down, Gorou. You won’t let anyone down, no matter how the performance goes. What matters is that you're stepping forward and giving this an honest shot.”

He nodded again, smiling to himself all the while, “Thanks, but I still don’t want to do poorly.”

I sighed slightly, not entirely surprised by his words. I’d already seen how driven he was just from how determined he’d been throughout his lessons. He probably wasn’t entirely willing to accept the idea of doing poorly now.

I shifted closer, though, and bumped him lightly with my shoulder. And that was all it took to pull him from his own nervous thoughts and cause him to look my way as I spoke quietly, “You know how Lady Kokomi told you that your fatal flaw is getting too engrossed in battle?”

I eyed him closely as he looked back my way, frowning slightly before he nodded, “Of course I do. I take all of Her Excellency’s advice seriously.”

I nodded, looking away from him and at the stage set up for us, “You do that in dancing too. You get engrossed in your performance, determined to do your best every time. The difference here is that you can use that as a strength.”

I smiled back over at him, half-chuckling at his confused expression before I continued, “If you let yourself get engrossed in the dance, you’ll be able to dance freely without your nerves getting to you, and I guarantee you’ll do well.”

He was frowning, glancing side to side as if he were checking if anyone was listening before he looked back at me in an almost cautious fashion, “Really?”

I smiled at him, relaxed as I nodded in response, because I really was confident in him. Gorou had done wonderfully throughout his lessons and our practice. I had every faith that he could pull off one dance performance successfully, just like how he always returned, victorious, from battle.

He perked up, his ears twitching slightly as he smiled at me before he gave me a quick nod of his head, “Alright. I’ll trust you then.”

And with those words, he straightened, causing me to smile as we both took off. Both of us walking out onto the platform with him to the applause of Sangonomiya’s troops.

We entered our poses behind the screen that would have us silhouetted until it was removed. Me with one hip out to the side and my hands behind my head and him with his legs crossed, one leg kicked out as he leaned to the side and away from me.

He moved to the music first. Matching the beat with energetic steps that carried him towards me before he stopped and pointed my way right as I shifted. And then we both launched into motion, mirroring one another’s steps and pointing towards one another right as the screen was pulled up. Parting in the middle and revealing the two of us smiling at one another to the soldier who loudly applauded. Already cheering on their general as Kokomi clapped politely with a brilliant smile on her face.

Gorou reached out, taking my hand lightly in his and twirling me across the floor until I stopped in front of him. His hands clasping my waist as we both sashayed rhythmically.

It was amusing now to think back on how embarrassed Gorou had been by such motions when we’d first started dancing. By now he was used to them, and barely even hesitated, even with the thunderous applause that almost drowned out our music.

And while it was true that his motions weren’t perfect by any means, they were just fine and perfectly respectable for someone who’d only just learned how to dance the cha-cha.

We parted, smiling as we slid across the floor together. Perfectly matching one another even though we weren’t even holding hands as we danced together.

The beat of the music picked up, and I danced backwards, using the short, lively steps of the cha-cha to retreat away from Gorou, who danced towards me. A smile on his face that made the very idea of him being nervous mere moments ago seem ridiculous, save for the fact I’d been by his side this entire time.

He spun, holding out his hand in a silent request that I accepted with a grin as he spun me across the floor in front of him so that we were side by side once more and stepping lightly across the stage.

He let go of my hand as we continued to dance. Both of us reaching out and tracing our hands up the other’s shoulders and over to their chin as we leaned towards each other. Perfectly comfortable with one another after having practiced for so long together.

I turned, smiling out at the crowd as I danced away from him, half laughing at the way he followed along behind me. Ready and waiting with his hand held up for me to take as soon as I spun back to look at him.

Our hands locked together as we slid, sashaying to the side and grinning at each other. We parted though, spinning to look back at the crowd as we stepped together to the beat.

Without even having to glance at the other, we reached out. Our hands linking together once more as we spun first to face each other, then back out to look at the crowd, and repeat.

We twirled together, our motions syncing so that we could both reach out to the other one without having to worry that they wouldn’t be there.

My hands cupping his face and his hands rested lightly on my hips as soon as our rotations ended before we stepped, almost immediately, apart. Leaving us so that we were joined only by our hands that seemed to find one another on instinct.

He pulled me across the floor in front of him before letting go of me. Leaving me to twirl freely across the stage before I came to a stop. Looking at him as he ran, dropped to his knees, and slid over to where I waited.

I looked down at him as he clasped my waist, looking up at me from his position on his knees with a smile as I laughed, reaching down and cupping his face with my hands.

I found myself bending slightly as he shifted, starting to stand as we both laughed, “See? You did great!”

He nodded, stepped to his feet, and continued to laugh slightly as we both turned to face the crowd of soldiers whose morale had most certainly been boosted.

And as we bowed, I could honestly say that I suspected that it wasn’t just the troops whose moods had improved. Judging from the smile on Gorou’s face and the way his hand clasped mine tightly, I was almost positive that his mood was also soaring.

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swearphil · 1 year ago

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Hi Renee! It's nice ask week! You make such gorgeous gif sets - what's the one that your the proudest of making?

rae! thank you so much for sending this!

this is difficult to answer! and it makes me realize that I'm proud of gifs for different reasons, so I'm going to give a few answers. I hope that's okay!

when it comes to level of skill, I'm proud of this Nick/Charlie and Fearless (Taylor's Version) set that uses the cassette tape animation. this one took some time, not just because of the animation, but because of figuring out the lyrics and which scenes to choose that would work with the yellow color scheme I wanted to use. the second to last gif in this set gave me the hardest time with that, but I really like how the entire thing turned out!

when it comes to layout and scene selection, I'm really proud of how my Olivia Rodrigo GUTS set turned out. this is another one where planning was key. I knew I wanted to include all the songs and that I wanted to work with the music videos that we had from GUTS, which meant I was just working with vampire and bad idea, right? I'm still surprised I managed to pick 13 different moments from 2 videos that all make sense with the songs I paired them with. I also really like how I ended up alternating the coloring for this set! that was actually born out of me getting frustrated with the coloring for some scenes and not wanting to deal with it lol. so I made them black and white or purple instead.

when it comes to sets I just had fun making, this set for Alex to all american bitch is one I'm proud of! I got the idea for this one after Casey posted on insta stories that this song was for Alex. this set went through a few different iterations in my head, in particular when it came to how to split up the lyrics and how many gifs it would be in total. there were versions where it was 6 or 7 gifs but I ended up with 9 by splitting up "I"m a perfect all american bitch/with perfect all american lips/and perfect all american hips." I loved working with the bi colors and it was so satisfying when the overlays worked out! that's something I don't plan in advance. I just hope the scenes I want work out, and they did for the most part!

and I'll end with two of my most recent sets: the David/Patrick relationship dynamic set and my Dan and Phil Games set. I'm just generally proud of how they turned out, but as I was making them, I was also reminded of how much I love this show and this gaming channel, and I'm so happy I get to make gifs of them!

#asks #rmd-writes #this answer got way too long lol #nice ask day

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jennajaeger · 1 year ago

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My general feelings on my F/Os' canon love interests and how I picture my dynamic with each of them:

Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid):

Eric is MY GUY. BESTIE. HIMBO EXTRAORDINAIRE. We high five each other as we pass each other in the hallway because we both have the best wife in the world. Literally the epitome of this meme:

Me: "The stars are so beautiful tonight."

Eric: "You know who else is beautiful?"

Both of us in unison: *sighing dreamily* "Ariel~"

Keyleth (Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina):

So admittedly I have not finished the series yet but as far as I can tell, Vax and Keyleth have a very "right person, wrong time" type of relationship? Like, I get it, they're always gonna love each other, they're just never going to be in a place where they can BE together? And I mean......that works for me :P I feel marginally bad about stealing her man because she's so sweet and deserves a break, precious bean, but if it works it works <3

Meryl Stryfe & Milly Thompson (Trigun Stampede):

I felt so bad the moment I started watching the show because I was like "oh god another female character I'm gonna have to throw under the bus in the name of self shipping" but honestly so far in the 23 version I read their dynamic as platonic?? And just in general, I love her <3 She's a tough little cookie; and I haven't properly met Milly yet but I just know I'm gonna love her :P girl frankly you deserve to have Nick maybe you'll mellow him out a little good heavens XD

Helen Wick (John Wick franchise):

I will always have a moment to pay homage to our lord and savior Helen Wick who died to give us the best action franchise of the modern age, girl you were a real one and rest easy knowing I am going to RIDE THE TRAUMA OUT OF YOUR HUSBAND

Tess Marshall (Barbarian):

SHE DESERVES S O MUCH BETTER OH MY GOD I mean they both do, they're stuck in this terrible movie :P In a better world I would love to be friends with Tess, and act as Keith's filter because good lord boy you're cute but you're dumb as fuck sometimes XD Also if I ever see Keith's ex-gf I'm throwing hands

Alt Cunningham & Rogue (Cyberpunk 2077):

god I'm glad these two are Johnny's exes XD I'm sure I would have liked Alt a lot more had I known her when she was, y'know, alive, but as a......tech ghost or whatever, she's not a lot of fun :P As for Rogue, she's a bitch, I KNOW she's a bitch, and I respect her for it. She DID stab Johnny in the back though and I'm not about to let her forget it.

Alys Rivers & Helaena Targaryen (House of the Dragon):

I haven't properly met Alys yet but I'm looking forward to it, I feel like I'm gonna like her :P And Helaena is A SWEETHEART, an absolute darling, I would love to sit with her and have tea while she does her embroidery and listen to her talk about anything that comes into her pretty little head because THE GODS KNOW SOMEONE HAS TO. I will also be her "dump your shitty husband" friend so fast XD Like, LOOK AT AEMOND. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S RIGHT THERE GIRL I WILL SHARE.

Anyone Dream has ever been romantically involved with and yes I'm including Hob Gadling (The Sandman):

I have nothing but love and respect for Dream's past partners (Calliope babe I'd die for you) and I just love the idea that we have like, dinner together and they all just spill the tea about the shit Dream got up to in past decades :P

Vision (Marvel Cinematic Universe):

I have no problems with Viz, he was a good man. Wanda really could have done BETTER in my opinion, but y'know, she could have done a lot worse too, so :P And thanks to Viz we have the boys, Billy and Tommy <3

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives):

I don't hate Martin. He's a sweetheart. But I need him to not even BREATHE in Jon's direction, because that is MY MAN. Nothing personal :P

Mikasa Akerman (Attack On Titan):

I will meet that bitch in the FUCKING PIT IT IS ON S I G H T LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!!!!!

#save tag #mine #long post

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fuzzydreamin · 1 year ago

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for the edgy oc ask, 6, 7, 20, and 25 for nora and al (...and jack, if you want...?)

Won't do Jack because I'm still working on him in my head. Thanks for asking though💖

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

✪ Nora: She'd only do it if her life or that of her friends were in danger, and even then she'd be looking for ways around it or to turn on whoever is making her commit said act. If there's no one forcing her and/or she just has to go through with it then she would, and just hope she can live with the guilt.

✝ Alberta: There are certain lines they won't ever cross, but mostly... it depends on who is asking them.

7. What’s one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

It's hard to say. They all certainly aren't quite the same as when I first came up with them, but I wouldn't say they've changed that much either. Just, got more fleshed out in general? There's nothing so different that I can think of it to bring up.

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

✪ Nora tries really hard to not get jealous. She doesn't like feeling that way, and it's not a good or very useful emotion. But it is still an unavoidable one. Getting jealous is just human. (She feels similarly with rage/anger.)

She feels envy more often, usually in regards to peoples skills, but the few times she can feel jealous are around relationships, which makes her feel worse for feeling that way since she's poly and part of her ideology there is to not be jealous.

It's not about any of her partners having more partners though, she's genuinely completely fine with that. It's if someone she's interested in and flirty with keeps blocking her but is willing to flirt with others (particularly if they won't elaborate on why they block but keep flirting with her anyway - like, stuck in a limbo of "do you like me or not?"). One moment I can think of off the top of my head is when you go into the Memory Den with Nick and he and Irma are flirty.

Nora doesn't really act on jealousy though. She knows that those feelings are a her problem, so she mostly works it out internally.

✝ Alberta is often jealous about things they don't have, but want, but won't admit to wanting. Things like family and relationships in general, the ability to live a stable life and just be happy with it, certain things to do with health, etc. Sometimes just dumb shit too, if they're already in a mood.

They don't often recognise that they're feeling jealous though, as they'll just default to rage and acting out. She does not really have the emotional intelligence to work on herself. Not without help.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

✪ Nora: Is smart. I can do fun things with either working with or around the story and lore we are given because she's smart enough to see between the lines and come up with clever solutions. Bitch to write sometimes though.

✝ Alberta: Feral. I can do just about anything to this bitch and it's amusing. Literary punching bag. Into the salad spinner with this one.

#fuzzy.oc #oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson

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gdmbrwiththerealcrew · 1 year ago

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Day 12 - July 10th

At Day 11 dinner, we all discuss the plan for our last day. J, J, & N were going to leave their gear with Beth, Bill & Annette. They would then be able to hammer home on what was thought to be a tough course. Bill offered to do the same for us.

None of us really knew what to expect for the gravel portion of our route. We knew we finished with 15 miles on pavement but the rest was a mystery. John had heard that the gravel was generally unmaintained forest roads with many downed trees and very rocky surfaces. Again, we would know by the end of the day.

When we woke up we decided that we would take advantage of Bill’s offer. David, considering his previously broken rack, unloaded all of his gear except lunch and a rain jacket. Ed kept his panniers with first aid stuff but got rid of his tent, sleeping gear, and some clothes. I unloaded my tent and stool. Jose decided to finish the ride with all his stuff.

Last day!

We rolled out of camp ahead of J, J, & N. Within 1/10 of a mile I made a wrong turn and it cost us 2.5 miles plus a climb. Back on course, we needed to grind out 2000’ of climbing in the next 10 or so miles. The first 8 miles were on a pretty rough gravel road with several steep pitches.

Just headed up…

At about mile 8 the road swung up to the left while a closed forest service road was directly in front of us. I stopped to rest at the gate while Jose continued up to the left. Ed and David pedaled past me up to the left. A minute later Nick stopped along side me and said the route was the service road. Damn! I confirmed the mistake and had to chase down the boys who had just climbed another quarter mile. Incredulous, they came down the hill to get back on course.

We all looked at the gate preparing for what we’d find on the other side. Rolling through we found smooth double track divided by high grass and wildflowers with the occasional downed tree as an obstacle. In some places the grass had filled in the track. Regardless, the road was better than the gravel we just pedaled for 8+ miles! We climbed a little then descended for about 10 miles on double track. It was really quite a lot of fun!

Views from the double track.

The path ahead.

At some point on the descent Jose jammed on his brakes to stop for a bear ahead. He and I got a quick look at a bear with black coloring and rounded ears. It was small in size, just a couple hundred pounds, probably just a few years old. Fortunately, it was alone. Based on the ears, it was probably a grizzly. From then on, we made a lot of noise and kept a close eye out for more wildlife. Hey bear!

After that descent we started another 4 mile climb. The double track was a little more rugged but rideable. We rounded a corner to find that forest service had trimmed overhanging trees. The road was covered with splintered branches and pine boughs. The equipment had cut deep tracks into the road. We rounded another corner and we could hear the machine ahead of us. Coming around another corner we were face to tail with a tree eating monsters which was grinding up the hill at 3 miles an hour.

To our advantage, the operator had his dog with him. While the man couldn’t see or hear us, his dog alerted him to our presence. He shut down his tractor and climbed out to greet us. His brother also came down the road to join the conversation.

A few minutes earlier, J, J, & N had ridden past him. He didn’t get a chance to talk to them so they continued up the climb as was described in our maps. With a broad smile on his face, the operator told us we could cut ahead of them by 3 miles and completely avoid the climb. He pointed down a grassy patch and said take this road until it ends at a bridge, don’t cross the bridge, go left for several miles until you reach another bridge and a clear gravel road. That would put us back on course 3 miles ahead of the other guys!

Our shortcut was the grassy patch by my right elbow.

We chatted for a while longer, said thanks and then got a closer look at that grassy patch. It was a double track forest service road with clear tracks but waist high grass all around. It descended into the trees and so did we. For some reason, everyone wanted me to go first.

The track was smooth with humps every 1/10 of a mile or so to control erosion, I guess. They made for a great roller coaster ride. We reached the bridge in minutes. From there we turned left and descended along a creek on a similar double track. It was not as steep as the previous stretch but we were still able to fly. We popped out at the gravel road, crossed the bridge, grabbed some snacks, and waited for J, J, & N.

At this point we were only about half done with our day. Back on the gravel we had to climb as payback for a total blast of a descent. Or maybe we had to climb so we could blast down the other side. Fortunately, it was the latter. We climbed about 4 miles and peeked over the top to see a valley carved by the Blackfoot River. We descended steeper grades for 4-5 miles before it mellowed a little. There was only one choice… maintain control by letting go! Jose and I followed each other’s lines to the bottom.

When Jose and I reached the pavement we waited for a few minutes for Ed and David. Ed came rolling around the corner with no David. He pulled up next to us and said: “Guys we have a problem. David’s jacket got caught in his wheel”. I asked is he was okay. Fortunately, he didn’t crash but the bike was not functional. Then I asked how far up the hill he was. My mistake to think that we wouldn’t be climbing any more.

We found David a 1/2 mile up the hill with his bike turned over and his knife in hand to cut out the jacket. His favorite rain jacket, I’ll point out. It was stuck in his rear wheel between the brake disk and the spokes. It could have been a disaster.

Roadside repair.

David’s favorite rain jacket.

Once all was clear, we rolled down the hill and onto MT 200 which had plenty of traffic but a wide shoulder. Down we rolled. A little while later, down came the rain! You carry a rain jacket for 11 days and never use it. You lose your jacket and it rains.

Seven miles out of Missoula we met J, J, & N at KettleHouse Brewing for a celebratory beer. They were ahead of us so they finished and said their goodbyes. We had a beer while the rain slowed and then finished our ride downtown.

KettleHouse with 7 miles to go.

All that was left was the celebrating and the reminiscing.

Celebratory dinner in Missoula

Rooftop cocktails.

All in all, a very good day!

Cheers.

Ride stats:

Miles ridden: 54.1

Elevation gain: 3,987 ft

Max elevation: 6,140 ft

Total descent: 4,952 ft

Start time: 8:16am

Moving time: 5:50:05

Elapsed time: 7:38:48

Ave speed: 9.3 mph

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zerolostwalks · 2 years ago

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Hey anon!! Thanks for the ask!!

So let me talk to you about The Host AU I developed for this small ficlet I wrote. Because I HIGHLY doubt I will ever write a full fledged fic for this one but I do have ideas and thoughts. . .Like a LOT of ideas and thoughts.

I broke it down into Casting thoughts and Plot Point thoughts found below the cut (due to length)

Send me a book to hear about a fic idea I may never write

'Casting’:

So for the ficlet I wrote I casted based on personalities and already existing dynamics and who would be most likely to fit

Really the hardest call was Melanie/Wanda and that casting decision was solely based on personality.

So with that in mind Carrie filled the role of Melanie. They’re both hard working fighters full of snark and sass.

Julie was then slotted into Wanda’s role because they are both self-sacrificing(would do anything for the ones they love), struggle just a little bit on identity and self-image, generally polite but not afraid to stand up for themselves or more importantly what they care about.

Carlos was always going to fill the role of Jaime. . .Which meant I had to figure out HOW and came up with the following Wilson family back story

Wilson Family: Robert Wilson had Carrie, Ray Molina had Carlos, both lost their wives and remarried while Carrie and Carlos were relatively young. Trevor Wilson is Carrie’s Uncle, Bobby Shaw is his son-Carrie’s Cousin (It’s a Wilson family tradition to name the eldest son’s Robert, which is why he goes by Bobby, he also has his Mom’s last name)

Trevor then went on to fill the role of Jeb.

Which leads us to the Jared and Ian casting. And while there is an underlying double romance thing happening in the ficlet(and story in my head), I wanted to try and shift it to be more blatantly found family.

As such Jared and Ian from the book kind of get split up between a few folks(this MAINLY impacts Plot Point thoughts)

Nick and Bobby take up the bulk of Jared’s side of things. Nick 100% covers the romance aspect.

Reggie, Luke, and Alex cover the Ian side of things. Reggie (and Luke?) covers the romance aspect. (There also may have been some casting bias due to the fact Ian is described as pale, blue-eyed, and dark haired-snow, ink, and sapphires).

Willie and Flynn would take up some of the more prominent additional characters.

Caleb took me a bit but I keep going back to wanting him to fill Doc’s role. Although he’d make a GREAT seeker fill in.

For the role of Kyle I invented a brother for Reggie. I KNOW he has other brothers floating around but I was NOT about to make any of them super violent. Also I thought it’d be fun to lean into the Peters’ are Elton John fans headcanon and name this new brother Elton or Kenneth.

‘Plot Points’:

If I were to have written this I would probably skip over or rush a lot of the pre-desert stuff

As such I have it planned that Julie/Carrie gets lost in the desert looking for Trevor’s hide out, passes out and then Nick, along with Alex and Reggie, go out to get her. Upon opening her eyes, Nick basically throws her away from him which leads to her hitting her head HARD against a rock and passing out AGAIN.

When Julie/Carrie wakes up, they’re already tucked away in the storage area hole. Nick, Bobby, and Reggie are having a HEATED discussion because they’re ALL a little overwhelmed by the whole thing:

Bobby: What the hell are we doing Nick?

Nick: I don’t know I just I

Bobby: What are you thinking What’s Trevor going to say?

Reggie(though Julie doesn’t know his name yet): Alex and Luke went to get him (and doc?).

Then Elton/Kenneth shows up with a small mob of very angry people. Julie/Carrie do the whole ‘don’t hurt him’ shielding thing throwing themselves in front of NIck and Bobby(kinda Reggie by virtue of how everyone is set up). Big fight ensues, Julie/Carrie gets knocked around a bit, and then Trevor shows up with the gun and stops the whole fiasco

Reggie curled in on himself: This is so messed up

Trevor ”Why don’t you boys go get yourselves something to eat, I’ll stay with her.”

Nick: Shouldn’t we…what about…

Trevor: Seems to me you boys may be feeling a tad conflicted over the matter, take some time to think on it.

Alex: Think on what, exactly?

Trevor: You brought her into my home, You decided to keep her here rather than take her to Doc. What happens next is up to.

Luke: Wait, us? Like all of us?

Trevor: A couple of you may have a larger vote than the others by virtue of relations and kinship, but yes, all of you.

Reggie sounding nauseous: Oh my god.

Then after seeing Julie flinch at something: This is beyond messed up

In case it wasn’t obvious, witnessing that whole thing with Julie/Carrie would THOUROUGHLY fuck with Reggie’s head. Because logically he gets the whole parasite alien thing, he gets that from the human perspective it’s a whole war and he’s on the losing side. In all other regards he just saw a girl nearly get beat to death and it’s very triggering.

So after Trevor bestows the decision on the boys (probably because he picked up on how Nick was trying to avoid HAVING to make a decision). Nick distances himself from Julie/Carrie unsure what to do. Bobby takes over the bulk over Julie/Carrie watch but in his mind Carrie is already dead anyway, why bother keeping Julie. Luke and Alex conceded they’ll follow whatever decision Bobby/Nick make and also avoid Julie/Carrie.

Reggie is the only other one that even checks up on Julie/Carrie. He doesn’t know what to think because of all the aforementioned. He can’t wrap his head around WHY if the alien is supposed to be out for the elimination of humankind it would use itself as a shield to protect said humans.

Trevor would eventually send Nick, Bobby, (Alex or Luke), Elton/Kenneth, and a couple others to go do the supply raid thing. Which would lead to a similar Trevor slowly getting Julie/Carrie involved in the community by having her help around the caves, with Reggie and Alex or Luke, tagging along.

Some noticeable differences would be that Julie(once she’s moderately comfortable) starts humming under her breath as she works. Eventually Reggie asks her about it and she goes quiet again trying to not draw attention to herself. Reggie apologizes and explains he doesn’t mind her humming; he was just curious.

Another difference is unlike in the book where everyone just lets Wanda never take a break, Reggie (or if he’s the one who stays behind Luke) finds out she’s been working non stop and force her to hang out with them (Reggie, Willie, Flynn).

Carlos of course is unavoidable in all this but that’s probably going to follow similar Jaime story beats anyway.

In the case of what would be the “Carlos gets sick and Julie gets snuck out to get meds” plot point Bobby, would be the one doing the whole sneak Julie out of the caves, while Nick went and got the Jeep and did the driving. Avoiding the whole silly let’s try and have you run blindfolded through the desert.

Another major difference would come during the end when they meet up with the other survivors. Ray would be there and recognize Carrie and get reunited with his family.

….I think that’s about all I have when it comes to plot point thoughts.

If you’ve made it this far, CONGRATS! Thanks for reading!! Have a cookie 🍪

#fic's I'll never write #Thanks for the ask!!#fanfiction thoughts/ideas

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renegadefearstreet1966 · 4 months ago

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Six

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Later that night in her room, Angelica stands in front of the mirror hanging on her bedroom door as she zips up her cheer outfit. Angelica moves her hands down to smooth out her skirt, looking at the letters sewn into the fabric that lays against her chest.

It reads ‘SHS’ — the initials for Shadyside High School. Angelica stares at herself then turns around, noticing the padding of her bandage on her shoulder and her arm, cowling her healing wound. Shaking her head, she looks at herself in her mirror before heading downstairs, seeing her parents. Angelica’s two mom’s sit at the table in the small kitchen as they look at their teenage daughter.

“Be safe, please. I can’t have you die like you almost did last night.”

“Mom, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Be back as soon as the vigil is over.”

“Okay. But I gotta drive to Shadyside High School then get on a bus to Sunnyvale.”

“I’ll drive you.” C. says, rising.

Angelica looks at the clock in the kitchen, seeing that she needs to leave. C. Berman and her head toward the front door, grabbing what they need in order to leave the house. Her mom grabs the keys to their 1992 BMW. The drive there was quiet as C. looks over at her daughter, who fumbles with the bandage on her arm.

"Hey, um, I just wanted to say have fun at the game."

"Thanks, but I don't think it'll be very much fun since Sunnyvale's holding a vigil for the victims who died at the mall."

"I'm aware. But try to at least enjoy it. And, if you get overwhelmed, call me or mom, and one of us will drive all the way here and pick you up."

"Thank you, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Angel."

Ending up at Shadyside High School, Angelica exits the vehicle as she says goodbye to her mom before stepping onto the bus where chatter was indistinct and the other's begin whispering to each other about how Angelica is the remaining survivor of the Shadyside Mall massacre. She sits beside Deena, who was annoyed. Tapping her on her shoulder pad, she glances at Angelica.

“Yes?”

“Just wanted to say that you actually put it on.”

“Yeah, I hate it.”

“It’s not the worst.”

“I guess,”

Both Deena and Angelica were silent throughout the ride, passing through Shadyside and how run down it is compared to Sunnyvale’s bright and luxurious houses. Expensive cars sit in the driveways as everything else is kept well clean.

Arriving at Sunnyvale’s stadium, she sees the logo for the team — Sunnyvale Devils as she walks onto the turf as she overhears someone talking. The voice of Will Goode, the mayor of Sunnyvale — is amplified as Angelica makes her way through the crowd with Deena and Kate, standing beside them as the people next to her pass a candle, she grabs the lit candle.

“...I wanted to be here as a fan. Our Sunnyvale devils and your Shadyside witches throwing down some good old american football. Instead I find myself here as a husband, a father, as a neighbor. And the mayor of Sunnyvale. On behalf—”

Angelica stops listening as she sighs, looking at the photo of Heather on the vigil program that rests in her hand. Soon though, the blonde peeks over at Deena, who is looking as if she’s searching for someone in particular.

“Yeah, it really looks like they give a damn. The only Sunnyvalers who came were the only ones who had to. The football team and the cheerleaders.” Kate sighs.

Angelica watches as Deena watches Sam — her ex-girlfriend — chat and giggle with the male as she sees the sadness form in Deena’s eyes. The band geek walks the opposite direction, holding a shoe box from earlier. The bright lights above shut off, one by one.

Nick Goode’s voice speaking on the night.

“My family’s been in Sunnyvale for generations, and now my brother is mayor and I, your sheriff. We prospered here. And yet, I’ve seen you, our neighbors in Shadyside, suffer tragedy after tragedy. It’s easy in times like this to drown in questions of why… Why did this happen?” He speaks. “But I know too well there are no answers that will provide relief. There’s no peace found in the past.”

He continued, but Angelica blocked out little by little. “...We must not fall into darkness. We must look to the light.”

Soon after, Angelica suddenly hears the Sunnyvaler who was with Sam begin to speak. He scoffs.

“Yeah! What we should do is light a fuse and burn down Shittyside.”

“What’d you say?” A Shadysider asks.

Angelica knew the tension was high as she began to move away. Everyone around her looked toward the situation. The Sunnyvaler steps closer.

“I said it ain’t a tragedy when it happens every week.”

The rivals move closer as Angelica steps back.

“It’s a joke,”

The rivaling teams step closer as the chatter around is again, indistinct. They stand in front of one another.

“Say it again, motherfucker!” The Shadyside player from earlier speaks again, shoving the other male away.

They suddenly break into a fight. Other team members from both sides, coming together to fight one another. Angelica watches as Kate is nowhere to be found as she watches as Nick approaches the fighting teens and barely breaks them up one by one.

Suddenly, Angelica watches as Simon, dressed as a witch, rushes toward the male from the opposing team and whacks his back with the broom. He then flips him the middle finger. Angered, the Sunnyvaler chases after Simon.

“You little green prick! Come here, you little bitch! Come here!” He shouted.

sees her shouting. An elbow decks her in the face. Angelica rushes over to Kate, who holds her cheek with her hand, seeing that it’s red and beginning to swell. Grabbing Kate’s hand, they both run away from the field, stopping to watch Simon flip off another Sunnyvaler before being chased off.

——

Once when everyone is on the bus, Angelica gets pushed on there too. She sits in the back of the bus in the seat in front of Deena. Kate stands in the aisle, holding an ice pack to her cheek.

“They think they can do what they want!”

“No!” Students shout.

“They ruin out vigil, then go waltzing back to their mansions, like we’re some reject pile that they can step on!”

“No!”

“Well, we are not the reject pile!”

“No!”

“This shit ends tonight!”

“Yeah!”

“What are we gonna do?” Simon asks, enthusiastically.

“We’re gonna go kill those preppy assholes!”

The cheerleaders, football jocks and band geeks cheer before chanting Kate’s name. Simon speaks as Angelica blocks out the noise. Suddenly, she watches as lights shine brightly, honking blares as well. Looking back, she watches as a car moves closer as Deena gets off the seat and goes to the back of the bus, Angelica joins her.

“Goddamn Sunnvalers.”

A glass breaks as liquid splashes on the glass, causing the two teens to duck down. Without hesitation, Deena calls for Simon and Kate to come to the back.

This time, all four Shadysider’s stare out the back of the bus’s window. The car approaches, tires squeal as another bottle is thrown. It crashes against the window.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Hey, isn’t that, uh..”

Coming into view, the four teens stare as one familiar face is shown. Samantha Fraser. She sits in the passenger seat with a scared expression.

“Sam,” Deena says above a whisper.

Simon unzips his pants as he slides them down, putting his bare buttocks to the glass before moving away after a few seconds. Simon pulls his pants up. Without hesitation, Deena grabs the water cooler then tells Kate to open the emergency door, getting into position.

The back door swings open as the other attendees on the bus stare. Angelica stands back with Simon, watching carefully.

“This is definitely a good idea, right? Deena?” Kate asks.

Counting down, Kate calls Deena’s name again. "Your nose."

Deena's nose begins dripping crimson as Kate steps back, almost disgusted by it. Arm blocking her face.

Deena’s grip loosens on the cooler, dropping it below as the cooler falls on top of the red vehicle. The liquid substance spills on the car behind, everyone in the bus watches from behind. The red car runs off the road and into a nearby ditch. A gasp escapes Angelica’s lips, covering her mouth.

“Stop! Stop the bus! Stop the bus!” Deena shouts a little too loud.

Angelica removes her hands from her mouth and towards her ears, covering them in the process. If Deena shouted any louder, she would’ve busted an eardrum. And she needed her hearing incase another lunatic came after her.

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mlobsters · 9 months ago

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supernatural s14e14 ouroboros (w. steve yockey)

these pre-ep recap music selections are all over the place the past two seasons. always keep em (me) guessin. we're on music selection #3 within this one recap! and the pace of them is all dissonant. lol. this one is alexander bornstein (marked co-composer) and christopher lennertz

(putting in my request for an episode where i don't cry please and thank you. talking about the god forsaken box and showing sam fully crying in that moment in 14x12 does not fill me with hope.)

appreciate using someone with good knife skills for the closeups. had to go look up an anatomical diagram because that seemed awfully high up in the chest cavity to be yoinking a liver out of, but i guess it's not that far off. it's right below the pecs. like the cw version of nbc hannibal

no clue what the exchange (would say flirting but to what end, to make cas uncomfortable or actual flirting) between rowena and castiel was about. very much don't remember when they were last in the same place together. rereading the summary of the last ep they were in together (14x07) and i am none the wiser

SAM Maybe it's his pet. I mean, no pictures in his phone. And, uh, this place doesn't exactly scream "snake guy". ROWENA Not enough Pantera posters, for one.

LOL what do you know about pantera rowena

DEAN You know, I've got to say, I got a pretty good feeling about bringing Rowena in on this one. I think her and Sam have a chance of cracking it. CASTIEL They do have many books. DEAN Yes, they do.

laughed out loud, thanks cas. followed up by that stinkface

CASTIEL Are you really fine? DEAN I don't know, Cass. But that's what I'm supposed to say, right? "I'm fine," keep on moving? That's what we all say. CASTIEL No, Dean. DEAN Okay. There's this pounding in my head. It never stops. Michael's in there, and he is fighting hard to get out. And I can't let my guard down not for a second. I'm barely even sleeping. CASTIEL Well, that's not sustainable. DEAN No. No. It's probably not. But no point in complaining about it. It's on me. CASTIEL No. It's on us. We are here to help you. DEAN I know. I know that. And I appreciate that. I do. Look, before the kid gets back -- I know I agreed to give you guys time. CASTIEL Hey, Dean, and we will find a solution. DEAN Okay. But if -- if you don't we still have Plan B. CASTIEL Dean, come on. DEAN Coffin. Ocean. Done

#we're fine #everything's fine! no coughing up blood here and needing to burn off my soul to heal it, no siree (me contemplating the logistics of getting lucifer back into nick, stabbing dean with the archangel blade real quick to heal him, then getting jack's grace back [???] from lucifer)

DEAN This is like an A.V. Club presentation. JACK What's an A.V. Club? CASTIEL It's a special group for people who do not play sports. DEAN Yeah, him. He's A.V. Club.

we know sam did soccer iirc, did dean do any school sports? otherwise he's just a no sports no av club guy

gorgon dude using sex to pick up dude at the truck stop, all righty

looks like they had fun with this

ook, that was a choice. good old thermometer up the ass while spelled into a dog

was side eyeing the whole generic snake venom thing because i know some are specific to the type of snake, but i also learned that there's an antivenom that covers: North American pit vipers (all rattlesnakes, copperheads, and cottonmouths) called Polyvalent crotalid antivenin (CroFab - Crotalidae Polyvalent Immune Fab (Ovine))

*shakes head*

i really enjoy how they switch up her makeup looks and they're very like. full glam and playing around with colors. and i love her hair color right now, it's shocking! and it's also good to see her in a different hairstyle

ROWENA Fine. Don't tell me. But using dangerous, mysterious magic, regardless of the cost, that's a very on-brand me thing to do. SAM Well, thank you. ROWENA Of course Samuel, until very recently, I was the villain.

i thought she should have stayed more the ambiguous villain type with crowley, but alas. they seem to enjoy bickering

i had just convinced myself that they're just gonna have au people off on hunts perpetually and never in the bunker

are we treating a concussion like the serious injury it is now? or is this just michael drama

SAM What do I do? ROWENA Clean his wound. Make him comfortable, then we'll see.

if this is just about the traumatic brain injury, TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL.

jesus christ him seizing on the bed as sam's about to ineffectively dab at his head with a dry cloth startled the shit out of me, thanks

JACK I-I can't think about losing him or -- or Sam or you. I-I just -- I hate -- I hate thinking about it. CASTIEL Yeah. So do I. But, Jack you know, Sam and Dean, they're human, and they're very extraordinary, brave, special humans, but they're -- they're still humans. And humans burn bright, but for a very brief time compared to, you know, things like us. And eventually, they're gone, even the very best ones, and we have to carry on. It's just -- It's part of growing up. JACK Losing people? CASTIEL Yes. JACK What's the point? CASTIEL The point? JACK What's the point of being a cosmic being if everyone I care about is just gonna leave? CASTIEL The point is that they were here at all and you got to know them, you. When they're gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them. JACK That sounds awful. CASTIEL It is. But it's also living. So when Dean wakes up -- and he will wake up -- we just have to remember to appreciate the time that we all have together now.

laughed at the agreeing it's awful. but like i mentioned in the previous episode, when you know for a fact that these people are gonna be in heaven after they die, and there are means to get to heaven, or be in heaven, then it's not so bad? ah the great devaluing of real world living

dude. did they just kill off all the generic apocalypse people??? lol ok. so now rowena gets a turn with michael, all righty

JACK I'm not a child! I'm the son of Lucifer. I'm a Hunter. I am a Winchester!

ook. i dunno if it's the writing or what but not really feeling the acting sometimes with him. and this is just. goofy

LOLOL i very much did not see this coming, here i was too busy scheming ways they could use the archangel blade and jack just had to use his soul magic to zap michael like sam burning out demons when juiced up on demon blood. and he got grace again - but it's michael's grace?? but without a soul (i assume)? does that make him just like. just an angel? was he able to flex wings before this? i can't remember

rip generic au people i'm glad you're gone, royally sucks you had to die to michael after all though

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 14x14 #steve yockey

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sawyingthroughthewasteland · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,476 times in 2022

That's 1,476 more posts than 2021!

203 posts created (14%)

1,273 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wastelandhell

@sawyingthroughthewasteland

@amazinglyegg

@legion-posting

@kyngsnake

I tagged 520 of my posts in 2022

#danse - 88 posts

#fo4 - 68 posts

#sttw - 60 posts

#writing rambles - 28 posts

#my ao3 works - 15 posts

#mac - 15 posts

#fallout fin - 14 posts

#fo4 danse - 13 posts

#deacon - 10 posts

#maccready - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#also the soundtm i'm pretty sure is a weird glitch or bug but it conveniently happened with danse and when sawyer first met deacon

My Top Posts in 2022:

Nick: after all these years, its remarkable how untouched they are by radiation. Can't improve what's already perfection, I suppose.

SS: daww~ Nick you flatter me!

Nick: I'm talking about the wolves, dipshit.

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Companion Reacts! Finding a Pool :)

I miss being able to swim in public pools so I'm going to write a prompt with it in pure longing- enjoy. Prompt: It was beautiful, utterly stunning. Sole hadn't seen anything more perfect since they left the vault, and maybe even before then. A large, pristine, clean pool. The water was a perfect cyan, shimmering in the summer sun and rippling peacefully as a gentle wind swept over its surface. They approached cautiously, after all, if they've learned anything this would be the perfect trap. Nothing. Creeping close, they dropped their pipboy sensor into the water. No rads. Just utter perfection in this hell. It didn't take long for word to spread among their friends and soon, the companions were all enjoying the rare find.

Curie:

She is fascinated with the pool. How is the water so blue? What chemicals make it so clean? Does it sanitize the swimmers? She takes several vials to study back in her lab before quickly running away from being splashed. As much as she's intrigued by the find- it takes Sole's convincing and a cute matching swimsuit Hancock threatening to scoop her into his arms and running into the water with her to get her in the water. She's gleefully nervous, but after taking forever to "adjust to ze temperature", she'll happily float on the side and watch the others.

And no, she doesn't really know how to swim? She'll still learning to run with the four limbs she has, but after all but her small frame floats a lot better than her old one. She prefers to avoid being splashed but if threatened, will splash back with multiple gleeful complaints in french. Dogmeat:

Oh my god. Yes. YES. YES. Before the water was even tested he had jumped right on in to Sole's dismay. The boy's tail will not stop wagging when the other's eventually join in. We should do this all the time! He's been trying to tell them all this time when leaping into wastewater tanks!' This also is when people realize how clingy the german shepard can be. When he gets tired, he still refuses to get out of the water despite the convenient stairway nearby. No, he's using his claws to climb onto the nearest person and perch. No use in missing out on the fun! After poor Maccready gets scratched up with the dog's unclipped nails, everyone scatters from the poor pooch. Its not like they're wearig armor in the pool or anything. Danse immediately takes one for the team and holds the dog gently in his arms like baby Dogmeat is. The paladin recieves many puppy kisses in thanks to his dismay but holds the dog as long as he wants to be held. Preston:

Prezel knows how to swim, its just... not his thing? Even with the General's encouragement, he holds up his hand and shakes his head polietly in decline. He'll wear a swimsuit, one of the those older one-pieces that look like a swim shirt and shorts morphed into one- but he'd prefer to just let his legs dangle in the water. If anyone needs something from outside the pool, he's the one to fetch it- and later in the day he leaves to fetch snacks for everyone. Anything to help the General on his day off. When a splash fight breaks out, he always rushes to Curie's side to try to protect her- but won't splash back. Why fight when he can just step away? Deacon:

He, Maccready, and Hancock are all the ones you need to watch out for when the General's back is turned. His specialty? Popping up in the most random locations from the deep below. Sometimes with hair, sometimes without- but always those shades and a quirky smirk. He's the only one immune to Maccready's splashing, but will gladly fight back. Also, due to changing swimsuits three different times- he has the worse tan lines out of everyone. Flipping between a speedo, bikini, and cargo swim trunks will do that to a pasty man like himself. Maccready:

He's probably the most enthusiastic one about the pool and a public threat to everyone- despite not knowing how to swim. His height lets him cheat like that compared to the other non-swimmers. His signature move? Canon ball. Who knew such a small twink could make such a splash but he's got it down to a science. He'll splash anyone and everyone if he can- but its all fun and games until Danse picks his twink ass up and drops him into the deep end. He calms down considerably after the General and Deacon have to dive after him. His look? Brown cargo pants. Not swim trunks, pants. Its as cursed as you think it is. He doesn't give two shits, he's having too much fun! He's got a day to burn in this place baby and he's making it everyone's problem! He... also needs to learn all the tricks so he can teach Duncan. With this pool location noted, he's for sure going to be protecting it so his son can enjoy it. Who knew something could bring so much joy to someone without costing a single cap? Nick:

A pool sounded like a recipe to staining his synthetic skin with the scent of chorine- and he wanted far from it. Instead, he prefers to watch from a safe distance from the splash zone. He joins in with Preston in fetching things for the others and is the only one who managed to remember to bring towels. He doesn't change or anything, just vibing on a nearby chair with a stack of case files next to him along with his favorite fountain pen. At some point he'll ask Deacon for a pair of shades (which he takes off the one he has on to reveal another, smaller pair of shades on underneath). Also, on this day, he and Piper become best friends in Operation Make Sure Dogmeat Doesn't Shake Near Their Work. Later in the day, when Curie discovers with glee that she can see underwater with something called "goovles!", he's the one that runs to a nearby store to look for wraparound goggles. Danse (post-BB ofc):

Shockingly, it took him the longest to convince to hop in- it was a whole five-step process. First convincing him it was safe and no one was going to raid them when they were "unnecessarily exposed to an ambush without their gear with them". Then he needed to be convinced to join in the fun rather than guard his friends, which took a 'direct order' from the General to get through his head. Finally, there was the swimsuit fiasco. This one took the longest. It's only then that everyone realized how self-aware the large man was about his appearance. Still decked out in BoS tattoos and far more hairy and muscular than anyone else there- he was incredibly shy about leaving the locker room without a shirt on. Probably if Sole hadn't kept an eye on him, he would've happily avoided his ordered dosage of 'fun' by hiding in a bathroom stall. Sole practically had to drag him out into the open and shove the paladin into the pool to get him to losen up. He knows how to swim- albiet very 'professionally'. We're talking flawless treading, freestyle, even butterfly if given enough room but he preferred to hang out near the sides with the likes of Preston and Curie. That was, until Maccready started to get too rambunchous. After that, everyone pieced together that the man was strong enough to launch them a good five feet in the air and he immediately began getting requests. After that, Danse started to enjoy himself ('Exhilerating! :D '). Later when everyone calmed down, it came down to him to hold Dogmeat and protect everyone from the fate of being coated with red lines from the pup's claws. He took the duty with honor, holding the pup in his arms and keeping him close. At the end of the day, he's the last to leave the pool. He... wishes he had joined in earlier. What do you mean everyone is already tired? Hancock:

At first the Mayor kept with with Maccready and Deacon when it came to showing off tricks and performing pranks and the like- but it wasn't too long until he started to get bored. After all, with the no-nose state he's in, going underwater and keeping water out of his breathing hole was a bit... difficult. Luckily Fahrenheit was nearby who was able to go fetch him a floatie and a cooler full of his favorite 'treats'. For the most part he spent the day floating by, listening in on the different conversations happening around the pool, harassing Nick and trying to get him to jump in, or later getting Danse to toss him. A few pleasant evening indeed. He knows how to swim for certain. He's not the best, but it works. When it comes to his swimwear, he debated rocking out in a speedo. After all, it was what he wore to the last swim party. Glancing in a mirror on the way out, he paused- before instead running to fetch a onesuit. He... hates to admit it, but his skin isn't exactly the best suited for swimming and being rubbed raw when wet. Well, that is in chlorine waters. Deacon was quick on hyping the man up, and he ended up having a floppy sunhat and big round sunglasses tossed into the mix. Piper:

She shows up on the scene with the necessities. A bright red one suit to let her tan her legs, fierce looking sunglasses so others know she means business, a towel tucked under her arm, swim bag on her back, and her little sister holding her hand. The group may be partying, but she was not going to let any juicy information on the General slip away. Not on her watch. She quickly finds a spot next to Nick, wrestles a nearby umbrella to cover the two ("Thanks, doll.") before getting to work on editing her latest work. When she gets hot from tanning, she takes a dip near Curie- forgetting her pen behind her ear of course. To the two ladies relief, Mac and Hancock don't try any funny business when Piper's nearby. Nat, meanwhile, enjoys her afternoon playing with the boys during their splash wars and getting tossed by the local ex-paladin. Only a little high though. Danse won't say it, but the reporter scares him. In the end, she ends up finishing her latest report with minimal water marks on it (literal ones that is) and manages to outline a new piece. 'Insider's Look on the Minutemen's Day Off'. Hm. Still working on the title.

Sawyer (my Sole OC lol): Thanks to both growing up near a swimming hole and spending far too much time in Far Harbor, the man is a decent swimmer at this point. Granted, it takes a while to get the poor man adjusted to Being in Water for ~PTSD~ reasons but after he gets adjusted he's pretty happy in it. For the most of the day, he watches over his people- will go chat with Curie and Preston and even gets Danse to toss him sometimes. Even though he's incredibly close with everyone there, he found himself spending most of the time with Dogmeat. No one wanted to really play with the wet and shedding mutt but thanks to growing up on a farm, Sawyer didn't mind. This afternoon should be a treat to everyone, especially his special boy. He rocks some good ol fashion cargo swim trunks and keeps an eye on the hyper child Maccready is and stays behind after to clean up. And... well... wade in the water in Danse's arms. The usual.

37 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

me and danse working on a new freezing automatic rifle: -test fires it at the ground- :) Nick, from the building over, trying to read his newspaper: Quit it. >:V

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greatly appreciating that other people also love Danse w chub. A Danse with kneadable chub is a healthy Danse. Pat it like bongo, smooch him on the forehead. Shit my boy be healin’

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My #1 post of 2022

me, first meeting danse: omg paladin danse :) me, when he does his helmet trick: omg :) me: :) me: okay now take it off >:(

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#finally figured out how to male this shit work :)

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luckandstrange · 4 months ago

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I would like to add some of my own due to the fact that the length of time I have dedicated to this band is really taking a toll on me at the moment. I'm struggling a bit to think about the mass of it...

I chose them as the subject for my 8th grade final project in music class, thus changing the trajectory of my life forever. Said project is rife with inaccuracies.

First picture of Roger I saw shocked me because he looked so strange (apparently a universal experience)

I would spend every night of the rest of 8th grade scrolling the Pink Floyd search results on Deviantart, mostly just regular art, but it overwhelmed me with so many emotions that I had to frequently tab out.

Got into an insane amount of intimate discord drama in a chat with some of the most renowned Floyd artists at the time. I remained partial and got invited to the discord chat with the splitting individuals as well as staying in the original.

I jumped at any opportunity to detail the band's entire paraphrased history.

Classic case of "I was born in the wrong generation" and all its fix-ins.

Dogs was one of the first I listened to, both shocked and intrigued by its length.

I slowly realized that I had been hearing their music all of my life, so getting into them was even more fun.

I kept begging my parents to watch Live at Pompeii with me.

I fully convinced myself that this kid talking about the #NotMyRodgerick meme from Diary of a Wimpy Kid shortening it to #NotMyRoggie was talking about RW

I got so obsessed with Roger and Nick's friendship that I started shipping them and couldn't keep it subtle so I psyopped my friend into making these character versions of them where Roger was an Easter island head named Ouch and Nick was Bloo from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. I still have the clay figurine of Bloo Nick that I made. (don't ask)

When I went to see Roger in 2017 I was almost certain that I would've had the opportunity to run into him after the show. I didn't.

My friend and I went to a carnival, and while she was trying to talk to someone else on the same ride as us, I was singing the entirety of Comfortably Numb out loud.

The first time I heard Summer '68 I think I replayed it at least 30 times.

Same with San Tropez.

I got a sunburst fender precision-bass for Christmas, think the same look as the one Roger played in Live at Pompeii, which I have admittedly rarely picked up. I'd say I'm at the very least intermediate.

Drawing the band was my introduction to drawing people other than dragons more regularly, so in my drawings faces tended to have awkwardly large noses and small foreheads. (I wonder who's to blame for that...)

I was drawing them at a fourth of July party and someone came up to me and asked "Is that The Beatles?"

At the same party, Comfortably Numb came on and I crouched down to fully immerse myself in the song while rocking back and forth.

I was one of the artists for a Pink Floyd ask blog in 2017.

My friends and I embarked on an unserious "Classic Rock RP" that consisted of us roleplaying as Roger and Dave going to Japan with JPJ from Led Zeppelin. Once the friend playing JPJ went to bed, the two of us ended up getting pretty.. intimate.

We made a discord chat to do our watermour roleplay in. We started calling it g1interphase as a codename because we were both learning the cell stages in Biology class.

This lasted for

Eight

Months

Straight. Every single day.

I can still hardly believe that. The majority of it has lapsed from my memory.

We shipped Snowy White and Dick Parry at one point.

I was a pissed off little shit when I saw Nick in 2019 because the literal show BEFORE that one in New York, Roger showed up because he was in the area. Suffice to say he didn't show up a second time.

Every New Year's Eve since 2018, I've perfectly timed the Careful With That Axe, Eugene scream to land precisely on midnight when the year changed. Except I didn't do it for this year, so I think I reanimated the Pink Floyd curse.

Thank you for enduring me. Have I changed very much? Who knows...

Calling my younger self out for all the embarrassing things they thought/did when I first started getting into Pink Floyd (I just think I was endearing albeit annoying)

Initially confused them with LED Zeppelin because for some reason my brain put them on a similar tier

Went to watch the Pulse tour DVD … promptly realised it was post-Waters, cried, shut it off immediately, and haven’t seen it since (I actually own a DVD and a VHS tape of the film…both of which were gifts actually)

Saw that Live at Pompeii gif of Roger blowing the smoke rings and just stared at it for a long while promptly falling in love

Didn’t know the Wall was a double album and just assumed the second disc was demos so I never listened to it and would only listen to half the album. Eventually I decided to play the second disc and realised how stupid I was (In the Flesh confused me)

Had an entire wall in my room dedicated to The Wall (I painted out the brick design and had these posters)

Didn’t really care much for the WYWH album (and now it’s my favourite Pink Floyd album..)

FUCKING GAVE AWAY THE IN THE PINK NICK SEDGWICK BOOK BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT AND ROGER WAS MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AND HORRIBLE

Would listen to the Wall at least once a day for months on end especially while sitting alone at lunch

Used the fact that my mum desperately wanted me to make friends to go to a Roger Waters concert with this boy who had a crush on me and then promptly started trying to convert me to Catholicism once he found out I’m atheist, bisexual, and non-binary. Roger Played the Gunner’s Dream for the encore so no regrets there

Had a long and unhealthy obsession with The Final Cut and would play my LP of it at least once a day

Read something about Roger calling the rest of the band “the muffins” and promptly dubbed David “greasy muffin”…and got the rest of my online friends to join in

Wrote endless HCs with a friend about Watershend (Roger Waters x Pete Townshend)… I stand by this one. Sorry

Did a 10 minute presentation on the Wall for a history class when I was…14

Called in sick to school even though my teachers knew I was going to watch Roger Waters in concert

Found a copy of Rick Wright’s Wet Dream on vinyl at a market… had no cash in the moment … asked my friend if they could give me cash and then I’d pay them back later… my friend agreed thinking it was for food (I wasn’t trying to deceive them I promise I just didn’t communicate what that money was for as clearly as I thought I did… but I did pay them back plus a bit extra!) I did get my record tho

Went to Battersea Station…. DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS A FUCKING SHOPPING MALL ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE I FAILED TO DO MY RESEARCH AND DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD AS HELL… so instead I opted to awkwardly stand around the outside and check out the nearby shops (this is recent ;-;)

I used to draw and would just fill my notebook up with drawing of Pink Floyd (mostly just Roger…)

I am just now remembering how much of my fanart was nose-centric

You know that common trans experience of “trying desperately to live as your assigned gender one last time so you overcompensate before you come out”… well that overlapped with my “ukulele and Syd Barrett let’s dress psychedelic” phase

Have bought way too many pieces of clothing because they remind me of something Roger wore once (I think I’ll make this into it’s own post perhaps)

That’s all I can remember for now. Just feeling nostalgic. I could make a second part of all the most recent cringe shit I’ve done. I’m not laughing at myself I’m laughing with myself. Honestly my younger self was iconic, gotta love her

#there's bound to be more that I just don't remember #it's been a long time #a lot of things that would work here are things that I have done very recently... which is. embarrassing

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years ago

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jacket | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 5.2k words (sorry not sorry)request: yes/no by an anon: "39 fluff, 49 general, mr pierre gasly if you would 💖" and a lot of people who wanted a part two to pillow<;3 prompt: 39 fluff: "you're safe now. i'm here." & 49 general: "have you been sleeping?" from this prompt list warnings: language, fake-dating, idk what else. a/n: how many times can i write this trope with pierre until it gets old? hehe. thank you all so much for your patience, i'm really glad i took my time with this because otherwise, i wouldn't have liked the way it turned out. so, here it is.

my masterlist / this is a part two to 'pillow'

after waking up on the last day of the camping trip, things between you and pierre were… weird. you stayed away from him most of the time, you felt his eyes on you as you gathered all your things, but he didn’t speak to you at all.

not even a snarky remark as you were dropped off at your apartment building.

life moved on, you moved on as if nothing had ever happened. or at least that’s what you told yourself to convince yourself.

days later, you found yourself in a club, one of your friends had convinced you to go out just for one night, let loose from all the stress of the week and just enjoy a night of fun drinking and dancing to the beat of the deafening music coming from the speakers.

you were surrounded by sweaty bodies, people grinding on each other with their drinks in their hands. you tried to stay away from most of them, not liking the idea of bumping into a mass of drunk people. your friend abandoned you at some point of the night, she’d found a handsome blonde and ditched you for him. you rolled your eyes as you walked to the bar, asking for a refill of your drink as you kept your eyes on your friend. her eyes met yours, and she gave you a thumbs up, telling you she was okay.

you relaxed a little, with your back against the bar and your drink in hand, you drank a little as your eyes scanned the room. you felt an intense stare on you, and you turned your head to the side, finding a handsome man, you knew that face. you also knew the person that was clinging to him desperately. his intense gaze stayed on you, even though the girl he was with tried to get his attention. you turned your head to the front, taking a sip from your drink as you watched out of the corner of your eye as the man whispered something in the girl’s ear.

well, shit.

you looked frantically over the crowd of people, your initial plan of getting help from your friend was quickly thrown out of the window as you felt your phone buzz, she’d texted you and told you she’d left with the guy she found a while ago.

time for a new plan. don’t panic. it’s just your ex. and the girl he, obviously, said you had nothing to worry about. and look at them now.

you could see them leave their spot, walking down the spiral staircase and heading to you.

“i thought you didn’t like clubs,” you flinched as you felt hot breath on the sweaty skin of your neck. you turned around, and you couldn’t tell if he was an angel sent from above or a devil from hell.

“yes, well… never again,” you shook your head.

“(y/n)?” you heard your ex, nick’s voice, behind you. with your back to them, you rolled your eyes as you mustered as much courage as you could.

“isn’t that your ex?” pierre said, frowning.

“yeah,” you whispered, looking at the floor for one second, "and my ex best friend…" you lifted your gaze, seeing pierre frowning, before you turned to look at nick and jessica. “oh, hi!” you faked a smile.

“it’s been so long, i…” he paused, looking you up and down, “you look amazing,” did he really just say that?

for some reason, you felt pierre tensing behind you.

“thanks, um. you too,” you said, taking a step back. you flinched as you felt a hand on your back. “you remember pierre?”

you felt bad for dragging him to this mess, but if he hated you already, why not add another reason to the mix?

“yeah… didn’t you use to hate each other?” jessica lifted an eyebrow, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

"well, you know what they say," pierre replied, sliding a hand over your back, his fingers around your waist, you froze. "there's a very thin line between love and hate," you turned your head up, looking at him with a confused look on your face. he tightened his hold on you, "once we realized that we were just being stubborn by denying the tension between us, things just kinda fell into place," he smiled, looking straight at you. you stared at him, frowning. "isn't that right, ma belle?" he told you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you still didn't know if he was your savior or your doom.

"play along, i'm in a good mood," pierre whispered in your ear. your breath hitched as you felt his lips so close to you.

"so you two are… together?" nick asked, his finger pointing between you and pierre. you could see… was it confusion? anger? something flaring inside his eyes.

"we are," you answered this time, cutting pierre off, who was about to reply. you relaxed your shoulders, leaning back against pierre's side, you moved your hand, resting your fingers on top of his. you watched the two pairs of eyes follow your movement, and you smirked internally as you saw what was definitely jealousy in them.

“we should all hang out sometime,” jessica said, her eyes intently on pierre. you noticed, and leaned your head back against his shoulder, slipping your arm around his waist and pulling him even closer to you.

“sure,” you nodded once.

“did you hear that kate’s getting married?” nick said, you nodded. kate had been one of your first friends from college. you, kate, and jessica were like the three musketeers, always together, always there for each other. “maybe we’ll see you at the wedding, then,”

“yes, we’ll be there,” you spoke way too soon, and ignored the tight squeeze pierre gave your waist.

“great, we’ll see you then,” nick nodded, taking a step closer to you, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “take care, you’re still as beautiful as that last day.” he whispered, before leaning back and grabbing jessica’s hand. you watched them leave, suddenly too aware of what had just happened.

“how could you ever date someone like that?” you heard from beside you, bringing you out of your thoughts. you realized you were still wrapped in pierre’s arms, and gagged as you removed his touch from you.

“not a word,” you pointed a finger at him, turning your back on him and walking out of the club.

“you’re welcome, by the way,” he said as he reached your side.

“i. said. not. a. word.” you repeated, pausing between each word.

“come on, (y/l/n)! is that really how you talk to your sweet boyfriend?” he threw an arm around your shoulder, and you grabbed his hand, lifting his arm and ducking underneath, walking the other way.

his fingers held your arm, pulling you back to him. you placed your hands on his chest, trying to create some space between you. his arms slipped around your waist, his hands holding you firmly against him. you looked around at the nearly empty street, not wanting to get any attention.

“gasly, if you would like to have children at some point in your future, i suggest you let go of me,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“enough with the empty threats, (y/l/n). you should be thanking me right now,” he smirked, and you wanted to slap it right off his face.

“nobody asked you to do anything,” you were still defensive.

“true. but is this really how you repay my kindness? after i saved you from embarrassment tonight, and will save you on the day of the wedding…” he shook his head.

“you’re not coming with me to the wedding,” you stated, chuckling humorlessly.

“so you’re going alone?” pierre raised an eyebrow, “don’t you want to rub it in their faces? how you’ve moved on, have the job you’ve always dreamed of, are dating a famous, handsome, wealthy athlete…” he said, holding both of your wrist to his chest with one hand, whilst the other moved a strand of hair away from your face. “think about it…”

“and why do you care about me, all of a sudden?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“i don’t care about you. i care about me. think of this as an alliance, i help you, you help me.” he smirked, which only made you frown as you finally freed your wrists from his hold.

“and what do you need my help with?” you raised an eyebrow expectantly. he looked around, noticing the guy at the entrance of the club glancing at you.

“let’s go somewhere else,”

the plan was simple.

pierre would help you get back at your ex, by shoving your new, perfect relationship in his face and make him regret ever leaving you. you’d get back at jessica for backstabbing you, by dating the driver she’d fancied all throughout college.

it would be perfect.

but, in return, you had to help pierre with his public image. he’d been seen with many women in the past year, and it started affecting his career, his sponsorships. which, in your opinion, was insane. no matter how much you despised the guy, he still had every right to go out with whoever he wanted. so, his team suggested he get a girlfriend, show the people and brands that he was responsible, capable of settling down.

“and what if i say no? what if i don’t want you to come with me to the wedding, and don’t want to help you out?” you asked, crossing your arms over the table. you were at a small cafe that was opened 24 hours.

“you wouldn’t do that.” he smirked, making you frown.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you. i know that if you say no right now, and you go home, you won’t be able to sleep, you’ll toss and turn and stay awake all night. and in the future, when things start going south for me, you’ll feel guilty. you’ll think 'damn, i could’ve helped him get his life back together'.” he said, his lips curled up in a half-smile. you were left breathless, speechless. you hated admitting that he was right. he was.

“you’re taking advantage of me,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“a favor for a favor.” he leaned in, imitating your posture, crossing his arms and placing them on the table. “what do you say?”

“are you sure there are paparazzi outside?” you asked.

“i already told you like fifty times. there are. they followed me here.” pierre said, exasperated.

you huffed, looking out the window, spotting the guys holding cameras.

“i see them,” your eyes flew back to pierre. “what do we do now?” you leaned in. suddenly this whole thing felt very real.

“first, you have to relax,” pierre instructed, placing a hand on top of yours. instinctively, you pulled it away. “give me your hand, they’ll take pictures,” he faked a smile, talking through his teeth. slowly, you slid your hand back in place, ignoring the tiny electric shock you felt. “good. now, smile, you’re on a date with your wonderful boyfriend, not being held captive against your will,” he said.

you shot him a look, before rolling your eyes, faking a giggle. you placed your chin on your closed fist, leaning your elbow against the table.

“that’s debatable,” you said. and that made him laugh. like, a real laugh, not a forced chuckle for the cameras.

“my dear (y/n), we’re going to have so much fun.”

you thought back to the night at the club. angel or devil.

devil. definitely the devil.

after agreeing to this fake dating arrangement, pierre sent you an extremely detailed, color-coded calendar with details for public 'dates'. he only got a middle finger emoji as a reply.

but, there you were, at the very crowded, very public restaurant, waiting for your food to arrive, holding hands with the guy you hated with your entire heart.

“okay, so i guess this is a good opportunity to discuss the wedding,” you said after throwing him a murderous glance. “we’re already here,” you shrugged your shoulders. to your surprise, pierre just nodded, no additional comment. “okay, so, you obviously remembered nick. my ex.” you started, he nodded again, your eyes drifted down to your joined hands, where his fingers were playing with yours. “and there was jess, my ex-best friend, his new girlfriend.”

“you need to get better friends,” he butted in.

“i have charles now,” you shrugged. “so, this will actually be perfect, because when i met her in college she used to have a crush on you. when she found out i was friends with charles she immediately asked when he could come over, and if i knew you. honestly, to this day, i still don’t know what she saw in you, but,” you snickered as he rolled his eyes. “payback’s a bitch,” your wrists were pressed against the table, fingers facing the ceiling, slowly, you curled them down, slipping them in the space between his own.

your eyes flew down to your joined hands, you were holding your breath, noticing the way your fingers fit perfectly together, how each curve of his knuckles and the back of his hand felt like it was made for you to hold.

you found yourself speechless, gaze shifting upward, finding pierre staring intently at you.

god bless the waiter that brought your food out, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip away from his hold.

“so, we’ve got an asshole ex-best friend, douchebag ex-boyfriend, anyone else i need to worry about?” he asked once the waiter left, unaffected by the whole hand-holding interaction.

“kate… my friend who’s getting married… she-she’s a hopeless romantic. she loves reading romance books and romanticizes the hell out of life, so she’s going to be all over us, wanting to know every single detail about how we got together and stuff. so we should probably work on a story to tell,” you spoke between bites, pierre nodded at your words.

“from what i’ve seen in movies,” he started, placing a hand in his chest, raising an eyebrow, “you should never stir too far away from the truth. when’s the wedding?” he said before taking a bite of his food.

“december 18th,” you answered, you had about a month and a half to prepare. “the wedding will be in italy, so we’ll have to go right after the last race, maybe a day or two later.” you explained.

“why?”

“because they have all sorts of activities planned for the guests, like wine and cheese tasting, sightseeing. then on friday we get to the villa where the wedding will be, that night will be the rehearsal dinner, saturday’s the wedding. sunday is the post-wedding brunch, and we’re free to go either that night, or monday morning,” you finished, grabbing your glass of water and drinking from it.

“huh,” pierre seemed speechless. "that’s a lot,” he sighed, leaning back against his chair. he stayed quiet for a few moments, and you could hear the gears in his head turning.

“no turning back now, superstar.” you leaned in, grabbing his hand. you pulled it up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles. to say he was shocked would be an understatement. he held his breath, you noticed, and stared at you as if you’d grown a second head all of a sudden. “the photographer was getting bored. you’re welcome.”

weeks passed, you and pierre posted cryptic instagram stories of the other. you went out together to restaurants, concerts, the movies, everything the usual couples do. as expected, the headlines regarding him changed. no longer was he associated with the word ‘womanizer, player’. now, he was recognized as ‘charming, devoted, sweet’.

after staring at pictures of you two for what seemed like hours, you thought about how much your… relationship? friendship? whatever you had with pierre had changed over the last few weeks. for most of the time since you met him, you could barely look at the guy, and now -and you’d never admit it either to yourself or anyone who asked- you started looking forward to whenever you got to see him. you locked your phone as you looked out the window of the backseat of the taxi, headed to kate’s for the night.

“(y/n)! oh my god, i feel like i haven’t seen you in ages, this wedding has been consuming all of my energy,” kate said as she opened the door to her house. she pulled you in for a hug, which you returned with the same fervor. you had seen each other just less than a month ago, but so much had happened in that time.

“i know, i missed you.” you smiled as she let you in. it would just be you and some of kate’s friends and bridesmaids. a chill girls night before the final countdown for the wedding. as you walked out to the patio, where the rest of the girls were, you flinched internally when you saw jess was already there.

the night went by between cocktails, gossip and gushing over the bride-to-be. you felt a shiver down your back, regretting only bringing a light shirt and no jacket. as the night passed, you thought you were safe from the questions about your ‘relationship’, but when one of the bridesmaids opened instagram to post a story, she gasped.

“(y/n), oh my god!” she yelled, and all eyes were on you. you frowned.

“what happened?” you asked, but the girl was looking back and forth between you and her phone, completely speechless, “what?” you said again.

she turned her phone to you, you walked to her, holding her phone close to your face as you scanned the screen.

of course, the idiot you were fake dating had to post a picture confirming your relationship to the public that night.

“hurry up,” you said as pierre climbed a few of the stone steps.

“jesus, shut up.” he rolled his eyes as he sat on the edge of the step.

“my name’s not jesus. so hurry up, i want to go home.” you muttered, sitting on the step below him, between his spread legs.

“you two are pathetic,” charles laughed from behind the camera.

of course, pierre had to have a whole photoshoot just to post one picture on instagram. and, obviously, charles knew about your plan. it was pretty much impossible to keep a secret from him, and it was the best option if you wanted to avoid all of his incessant, confused questions.

you were currently in a deserted park, trying to copy a picture pierre had found online.

“just take the damn picture, charles.” you muttered, leaning back against pierre’s torso, who in turn, leaned forward. you placed one arm on top of the other, and pierre placed his hands on top of them. you heard the click of the camera a few times.

“you look tense, try to make it seem like you’re in love,” charles said, making you groan and roll your eyes. you leaned your head back, seeing pierre’s face on top of yours. you stuck your tongue out, making him laugh. “there, keep going,” charles lifted his thumb. “wait, i want to join,” he said, setting the timer on the camera and running to you, he, naturally, tripped on his own feet, falling face forward.

you laughed, a huge roar of laughter leaving your chest, leaning back as you watched charles fall to ground. pierre was laughing as well, you could feel the vibrations of his chest against the back of your head.

later that night, pierre sent you the pictures. you could barely see charles’ body falling to the ground on the last one. but the real stars of the picture were you and pierre. he had tightened his hold on you, his face was turned to you, checking to see if you were laughing as well whilst your face nuzzled against his chest, eyes closed as you laughed.

naturally, he chose to post the last picture, conveniently cropping charles so it was just you two in focus.

“you look so cute together!” “oh my god, i want a boyfriend who shows me off like that!” “you’re so lucky.” “why didn’t you say anything?”

you were bombarded by voices, questions thrown at you, and you wondered if this was what pierre felt like whenever he went out in public.

“you have to tell us everything,” kate smiled at you. "this is just like a movie. it's so exciting," she grabbed your hand and dragged you to the center of the couch, you were surrounded by the rest of the girls in an instant.

all except one, you noticed. jess was standing to the side, staring at her phone with a harsh look on her face.

you were about to speak when your phone rang. you thanked the stars, your stomach felt like it was in knots at the sudden, undivided attention by everyone there. the girls booed as you grabbed your phone.

“dickhead?” kate asked, reading the contact number.

“pierre,” you gave her a small smile as the girls giggled and swooned over the frenchman. you stood up from your spot, walking to a far, quiet corner. you felt all the eyes on you as you walked. “hey,” you picked up.

“did you see it?” you could hear the smile on his face.

“yup. everyone saw it. thanks for the heads up, by the way,” you rolled your eyes.

“i can hear you rolling your eyes at me, (y/l/n). don’t do it, you should be thanking me,” he said, and you could hear the low rumbling of an engine.

“are you driving?” you asked.

“yup. i’m in monaco for the weekend,” he said.

“oh, where are you going?” you asked.

“to pick you up,” he said, casually.

“huh?”

“i know you car broke down last week, so i just thought, you know…”

“huh,”

“i can go back to the hotel if you don’t want to come with me, or-”

“no! no, no, it’s fine. they were starting to ask me questions about us, so…” you interrupted him, your foot playing with a stone.

“okay, i will be there in like, ten minutes,”

“okay,” you breathed, feeling your cheeks starting to hurt. you lifted a hand, touching your face and realizing you were smiling a bit too hard.

“okay.”

“this isn’t the fault in our stars, pierre. hang up the phone,” you said, and you heard him laugh. you chuckled lightly as well.

“so bossy, i swear.” were his last words before hanging up.

you brought your phone down from your ear, smiling as you recalled the conversation.

luckily, the girls had moved on to another topic while you were gone, so now you just sat and listened to whatever they were talking about, checking your phone every minute. a honk brought you out of your thoughts, seconds later, you heard the doorbell.

“were you expecting someone else?” jess asked as kate stood up, walking inside. kate shook her head as all eyes followed her. you bit back the grin as you heard soft gasps, sighs and what you thought had been a moan, once kate opened the door, revealing pierre on the other side.

“hi, i’m here to pick up (y/n/n),” he gave her a small smile, his eyes flying past kate, to the group of girls outside who stared at him longingly. once his eyes settled on you, his smile widened.

“come on in,” kate smiled, moving to the side to let him in, “she’s outside,” she closed the door, leading pierre down the hallway that led him straight to the group of girls. “behave,” she mouthed. her back towards pierre.

you smirked, feeling powerful. you lifted yourself from your spot, walking to him.

“hi,” you smiled shyly as you felt all eyes on you.

“are you ready?” he asked, taking one step closer to you, you felt his fingers grazing yours. “you’re cold,” he noticed.

“yeah, i- left my jacket at home,” you mumbled. pierre let go of you, taking off his own jean jacket before draping it around your shoulders. against your will, you felt heat rushing to your chest, to your cheeks. “thanks,”

“there.” he smiled, his fingers finding your hand again, slipping his between your fingers. “ready to leave?” you just nodded, suddenly feeling too overwhelmed by everything. “nice seeing you ladies, we’ll see you at the wedding.”

“you’re coming to the wedding?” kate asked, smiling. “oh, this is amazing.”

after saying your goodbyes, the girls all gathered by the front door as pierre opened the passenger door for you, helping you in. once he was sitting on the driver’s seat, he turned on the car and sped up, leaving the house, the girls, and jess, behind.

you didn’t speak the entire way, you just leaned back against the seat, watching the trees, the beach passing by, disappearing into the dark of the night. your arm was resting lazily over the console, and you felt pierre’s finger brushing against it as he turned up the volume of the radio, or as he pressed a button to lift the top of his convertible car.

“this isn’t the way to my home,” you smiled.

“i know,” he replied.

those were all the words you shared as he kept driving. he reached a cliff, parking a few meters away from the edge. you slipped out of the car, sitting on the ground as you looked at the water, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks was a familiar lullaby. you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, the salty water air filling your lungs.

“it’s so peaceful here,” you whispered, finally opening your eyes. pierre was sitting next to you, his knees up to his chest as he stared at the water. “i was so mad when charles showed this place to you,” you giggled. “this was our spot,”

“why is he here?” seventeen-year-old you asked, frowning as you saw charles and pierre walking to you.

“i invited him,” charles said, you just stared at him.

“but why? charles, this is our spot,” you said, feeling a sharp pain in your chest.

“well… it can still be our spot, for the three of us.” charles smiled, and you felt like you’d just been betrayed by the most important person to you.

“i haven’t come back since,” you whispered.

“i knew about this spot,” he said, abruptly. “i showed it to charles, when we were about thirteen,” his voice was soft. you turned your head to look at him, feeling the air leaving your lungs. “i knew you’d always loved the beach, and i knew he would bring you here,”

“w-why?” you managed to let out.

“i used to have a crush on you,” he chuckled. “i never told anyone. not even charles knew,” he shook his head. “but no matter how much i tried to get you to like me, even stand to look at me for over two seconds, you never did,” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at the water.

“pierre,” you whispered.

“it’s fine, don’t worry. i eventually grew out of it. it’s just funny, that… you know,”

“we’re fake dating now?” you guessed.

“yeah,” he chuckled.

“i’m sorry. for… how mean, rude and fucking childish i’ve been to you. i don’t know, i-” you started.

“it’s okay. i mean, it’s not like i was expecting you to forget all the awful things i did to you, so… i guess we’re even,”

“yeah. let’s… leave that behind us, a new start,” you smiled, feeling tingles down your back as you saw him smile at you.

“a new start. i’d like that.” he grinned.

he drove you home, parking the car and walking to open the passenger door for you. he helped you out and you gave him a small smile. you stepped inside your building, walking a little too close, your arms were pressed together, and you felt his finger brushing against yours with each step you took.

he walked you to your apartment door once you reached your floor. you took your keys out of your handbag, unlocking the door and stepping in. pierre leaned against the doorframe, his lips barely curled up.

“do- do you want to come in?” you felt the air leaving your body as you spoke. feeling small sparks of excitement.

“i should go,” he said, and you had to force the smile to stay on your face as you nodded. “i’ll see you in a few days.”

“okay. goodnight,” you stood on your tiptoes, placing a hand on his shoulder for support, pressing your lips softly against his cheek. “good luck on the race,”

“thanks. goodnight,”

“night,” you leaned against the door, watching his figure walking to the elevator. “wait, your jacket!” you said, and he turned to you right as he was getting in the elevator.

“keep it,” he gave you one last smile right before the doors closed.

you fell asleep with a goofy grin on your face, wrapped in pierre's jacket, his scent lulling you to sleep.

“i’m going to fucking kill you,”

“good morning to you, too,” pierre said, moving to the side as he let you in. “to what do i owe the pleasure of your company?”

“why are you telling everyone that i’m going with you to jeddah and abu dhabi?” you asked, your hands on your hips.

“because you are,” he replied. “it’s on the calendar,” he reminded you.

“i can’t go, i have things to do,”

“not my problem, it’s on the calendar,” he muttered.

“what’s going on with you? you asked, watching him walk past you.

“i’m not in the fucking mood, okay? if you don’t want to go, then don’t. i don’t fucking care,” he said, storming to his bedroom. you flinched as you heard the door slam shut. you stayed quiet for a few seconds, waiting to hear any sounds. once you heard nothing, you moved quietly, walking to his bedroom.

the wood creaked under your steps, revealing your presence there.

“pierre?” you asked softly, leaning against the door and slowly, carefully, twisting the knob. you peeked your head in, finding him sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest. “hey,” you whispered.

“go away,” he said, you stopped in your tracks. “go,” he repeated.

“no,” you shook your head, kneeling next to him on the floor. “not until you tell me what’s wrong,”

“nothing. i want you to leave,” he lifted his eyes to look at you, you could see the dark circles under his eyes, his face looked a little thin.

“have you been sleeping?” you asked, raising a hand, touching his cheek.

“what? i-”

“what’s on your mind? talk to me…” you let go of him, resting your back against the wall, nudging his shoulder with yours. “i’m here.” you smiled at him. he just looked at you for a few seconds, seeing nothing but honesty in your eyes.

he dropped his head, moving his body until he rested his head on your lap. you hands immediately went to play with his hair.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you whispered, nodding as you heard him say no. “that’s okay. i’m here. you can rest, you’re safe now. i’m here. i’ll always be here,” you whispered as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“thank you for being my pillow,” he said, making you grin.

"anytime,"

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🌺“Hide! We’re not supposed to be here” with Natasha please 💓💓💓

🌺 Hibiscus

In the Dark

*let’s ignore that this gif doesn’t match the story- ya girl struggled finding one she liked best :( *

Prompt: “Hide! We’re not supposed to be here”

Character: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: little tiny bit of angst, very very very light smut- like just mentions of kissing really

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When Nick Fury told you your next mission was with the Natasha Romanoff, you couldn’t help but be ecstatic. In any other scenario, you would have been fine to express your giddy feelings towards her, excited to be working with her.

However this was a stealth mission. Generally speaking, you have to stay pretty silent to not get caught.

You could already tell you were getting on Natasha’s nerves as she gave you sideways looks in the jet as you bounced in your seat next to her. Mumbling an apology, you directed your attention to your destination: Russia. You grimaced. The cold and you did not mix. You preferred to be somewhere warm, maybe in a beach lounging next to the grumpy red head who sat beside you.

“Alright, we’re almost there.”

Speaking of, Natasha’s stern voice filled the jet, pulling you from your day dreams of her in a bikini. You shook the thought away, and began preparing yourself for landing.

Natasha skillfully landed the jet in a field, where you would then have to trek - silently- through the woods until you stumbled across the bunker the Russian soldiers used to store vital informtation.

Usually you’d have the other avengers with you, but they were all busy on other missions Fury had assigned them too. This was supposed to be a small, easy mission that two people could accomplish.

As the two of you unloaded yourselves out of the jet, you slipped, nearly falling out but Natasha’s hands found your waist steadying you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, your cheeks instantly turning a bright shade of red that you blamed on the cold. The feeling of her hands lingered on your was it as she helped you climb down the rest of the stairs.

You began your silent hike into the dark woods. Fury had given the two of you boots that trekked silently over snow, you just had to be mindful of twigs.

It wasn’t long before the silence became too much for you. You wanted so desperately just to talk to her, the woman who had encompassed your day dreams for months. You decided you were going to do just that… talk to her.

“Psst!” You whisper-yelled, trying to get her attention. She was a good few feet in front of you. When she didn’t turn around you tried again.

“Psst!” You whispered louder, cupping your hands around your mouth.

“What?!” She whispered back, turning back to look at you.

“So do you think the others are having this much fun?” You asked.

“Just focus on finding the bunker,” she responded, rolling her eyes and turning back around.

You glared at her. A mere twenty seconds passed before you had the urge to speak again.

“Hey Nat, do you want to grab some food after this? Maybe some milkshakes?” This time you didn’t whisper, causing her to stop abruptly and turn to face you, a bewildered look spread across her face.

“What are you thinking! Shh!”

You gave her an apologetic look, before focusing your gaze just past her. You pointed to a snow covered bunker sitting amongst the trees. When she turned to look, her eyes grew wide, and she turned back to smile at you.

There were no guards posted out front, that much you knew from your research. The place was supposed to be abandoned, yet full of vital information. It was a shock when you found out they left the place completely abandoned.

“There has to be some kind of booby trap,” Nat whispered as you made your way to the door of the bunker.

“Heh, booby,” you whisper-laughed to yourself. Natasha heard, much to your demise, and turned to give you a look that read “seriously…”. You shrugged, not standing down from it being a funny word.

“I dont see any wires, meaning there’s probably no electricity, so if it’s a booby trap then it’s a shit one,” you said, before reaching down to the door handle and yanking it open. Sure enough, a large cement block fell in front of you, spreading a cloud of dust into the air.

“Told you.” You looked at her, smiling, before turning your flashlight on. You began looking around taking one half of the small bunker as Natasha took another.

There was a sudden noise that came from outside, loud enough to be heard inside. Natasha was quickly by your side, pulling you towards a dark corner.

“Hide! We’re not supposed to be here” She whispered, pointing out the obvious as she shoved you into a small space between two objects. She pressed her front to you, squeezing into the small space as much as she could, and closed what sounded like a locker door.

You were too distracted by the heat of her body pressing into you, making you ache in ways you didn’t know you could. Her sweet perfume filled the small space, sending you in a frenzy.

Too distracted by her, you hadn’t realized how much time had passed until she finally spoke.

“I think we’re in the clear,” she whispered, opening the door. She began to pull herself off of you, but your hands found her waist and pulled her back.

Even in the dark you could tell she wore a confused expression, so you tried to cover your tracks.

“You’re… warm,” you whispered, your hands still placed firmly on your waist.

There was a slight pause before you felt her lips brush yours. It was quick and gentle, but enough to send you spiraling. You pulled her in by the back of her neck, deepening the kiss as your hands wandered her body. You could feel her red lipstick transferring to your lips, the smooth cream feeling warm and soft.

After a few moments she pulled away, breathless.

“We need to get out of here so we can finish this later,” she whispered, pulling herself away from you, leaving you cold and breathless.

You couldn’t help the smile that formed big on your face, hurrying after her to try to find the information you needed.

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