#rick smolan fanfic

[ktellmeastory]

Hello! Im not sure if you're doing ships right now but here I go anyways (sorry) i am 5'7 with brown eyes and hair, I have an athletic build. I can be mischevious, stubborn and Chaotic. I really like Queen and Elton John, I play piano and guitar. I love the rain, but one of my favorite places is the desert. Thank you in advance!

So I wasn’t actually sure I’d ever write for him (the whole him being a real person thing always gives me pause) but my heart and soul said Rick Smolan. He would love taking you on all his adventures, he’d love going on hikes and there would be picture after picture of you in different beautiful places. You guys would sit around the campfire and play your guitar and come up with ridiculous would you rather scenarios and he’d love making love to you under all the stars.

[jynzandtonic]

I'm entrusting your beautiful mind and writing (that I adore) with this very special ask: HCs for what it's be like to be with our nerdy photographer Rick on a road trip?

Hey, sweet thang! Thank you so much; what a wonderful ask! I’m so glad you love our resident photo boy. Because I’m recontextualizing Rick into a modern AU character (just to steer clear of RPF), you’ll be hearing a bit more about him when his Meet the Boys segment comes out—let’s just say road-tripping is a big part of his life. ;)

So as not to spoil your appetite, here are some light road-trip snaccs.

For Rick, all things are about the journey, not just the destination—road trips included. If there’s a scenic byway, he’ll take it. If there’s a waterfall or scenic overlook or secret swimming hole an hour out of the way, you better bet you’re detouring.

Even though he’s updated his stereo with a Bluetooth connection, he still has a slot for tapes. No, not CDs—tapes. If you stop in a town with a good record store, the two of you love rifling through the 25¢ boxes of tapes looking for old-school faves and things you’ve never even heard of before. Last time, you spent a whopping dollar to pick up some Paul Simon, Fela Kuti, A Tribe Called Quest, and Les Surfs to hold you over till the next state.

You’re always stocked up on road trip snacks, and you’ve got a little camp stove for times when you want to brew a cup of coffee or tea on the go. Oh, and the two of you don’t ever stay in hotels on multi-day trips—did I mention his ride is this VW Westfalia?

Here are some tunes you’ve been jammin’ to:

[hopeamarsu]

To get lost with Rick in the City of Light, what a dream ❤️ This is perfect, it really captures his adventuring and happy-go-lucky style!

Also...

I’m having flashbacks to Paris in 2016, when it was in the grapples of heatwave and we got lost in the exact same way you described! 😂

Wrong metro line, getting off at a random stop, taking stairs going somewhere and BOOM! Lost. Unfortunately no house party for us in the afternoon, only sore feet and Dominos Pizza but it’s good to look back on the memories now ❤️

Mi querida ❤️ Can I ask Rick with Getting lost somewhere, please? Thank you! I find it fits him well, that wandering soul of his, always looking for new places and not always finding his way out.

I love that daddy long legs, I’d get lost with him any day <3

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You can’t get lost in Paris! – Rick claimed confidently. Everything just leads to one central place. Besides, he’d been before, for a shoot and for fun.

What you could do was get on a wrong metro line and go in the wrong direction and only realize it when nothing looked familiar to Rick. So it turned out you were stuck in Rue de whatthefuckever, notwhereyouweresupposedtobe until you either found a cab or the metro line started running again in the morning.

“Yi cin’t git list in Piris.” – you mocked, having looked forward to finally getting to your hotel and sleeping after a long day. Rick looked at you with genuine amusement and affection, his spirit impossible to quash. If you had not been with him all day, you would not have been believed he had been through the same long day of walking, sightseeing, taking in all the places and people as you. To you, it was like a train ran you over several times; for Rick, it seemed to have the effect of a thousand helium balloons lifting him off the ground.

“We’re not ‘lost’.” – he took expectation to the word. Traveling was his passion and his job, so he refused to ever admit he was not half-compass. –“We’re just on a surprise leg of this journey.” – he gave his little chuckle and kept smiling, oblivious to death staring him in the face.

“Rick. If you did this on purpose, I swear--” – you started in an icy cold tone, but he snorted, kneeling by the bench you were sitting on, hands on your lap.

“No!” – he assured you, dismissing the idea. – “Come on.” – he stood back up, offering  a hand. – “We’ll never be here again.”

“I’m sure we’ll visit Paris in the future…” – you grumbled, wondering if you would stoop to sleeping in the street considering how tired you felt.

“Probably. But not on this street. And definitely not on a night like this. Come on.” – he asked more softly now, but took your hand before you could refuse and hoisted you as you whined, but planted your feet.

You walked down the streets, more leaning on and being dragged and carried by Rick, eyes and ears so tired you barely registered anything. Flashes of images occasionally woke your brain up a little, a street lamp, someone’s garden, a hat discarded by the side of the road. Rick’s deep voice caressed your ears, as he took note of some architecture, or framed a photo with his fingers, not able to take any at night without the right film.

As you meandered, trying to enjoy the magic of being lost in the City of Light, you came upon some music. Apparently, it was a house party that spilled into the street, with wine and music and hand rolled cigarettes. Rick’s face and demeanor were sufficiently sweet that they warmed to him instantly, correctly guessing you were tourists. With some of their broken English and you broken French, it was understood that you were lost and waiting for morning to return to your hotel.

Your new friends insisted the soberest among them would drive you to your hotel, but first you had to join them in celebrating. What exactly? The night was warm, the wine was tasty and their friends were around. No more cause was needed.

You had a glass a wine and listened to a song or two, accepting their requests to join them for a dance, rocking softly with Rick and having to admit that the surprise leg of the journey was probably the best part of the trip, sore feet and burning eyes be damned.

[jynzandtonic]

cw: S/A mention (S/A used as a blanket term)

I guess I’m having an opposite problem from a lot of people who have seen tld. I’m also a survivor of sexual assault, and suffer ptsd from it to this day. I enjoyed the film from a historical standpoint, and I enjoyed the important story it told, but it was incredibly rough in parts. On that, many of us agree.

However, while real life Jacques indeed committed a despicable act, I hold him completely separate from the film character. The movie created a character based on a secondary source book, which was in turn based on scattered medieval primary sources. It’s simply not a real version of him—it is a storytelling caricature.

I don’t have an issue with someone taking that character and writing it into something else, so long as they acknowledge that they are not romanticizing the real Jacques. I don’t think any of the writers out here are saying they lust over the real man—it is a fake character. In my eyes, it is the same as when people take the character of Rick Smolan or Daniel Jones and write with them. There’s a clear separation between real person and character.

I am not saying this with a “if you don’t feel this way, you’re wrong” attitude. It’s a rough film with rough content, and I can relate to other survivors who found it hard to get through. We each have to deal the way that’s healthiest for ourselves. And if any stories are written, they should be properly and clearly tagged. But I suppose I’ve seen all this talk just completely dragging artists, and this attitude like “well if you’re a survivor there’s no way you’d feel differently” and it’s sort of making me feel like shit.

Please keep in mind that everyone deals with things differently. Sometimes characters are characters, and while you don’t need to interact with that sort of writing, it doesn’t mean those writers are horrible people. I know several sexual assault survivors who want to take the character and write about him—some of them will keep true to the film and some will not. It’s not to hurt people or make light of assault, it’s to help the writer continue their own healing.

Sending this to you with love! I’ve just seen a lot of opinions that sort of accuse me, and others, of being bad people with bad intentions, and I know that’s not the case. I hope courtesy, understanding, and care extends both ways ❤️

Hi, friend! I appreciate you reaching out with your thoughts. I’m so sorry you feel you’ve been a target of negative reactions toward writing/reading Le Gris fic.

I, too, am a survivor with PTSD. I completely understand that we are not a monolith, and we should never be treated as such. Everyone deals and heals differently, and there is absolutely no moral judgement or hierarchy in that.

I’m very glad you’re able to hold Le Gris separately from the film character. Some folks will be able to, and some will not.

At the heart of it, I don’t agree that he’s a ‘fake' character—despite the layers of history, dramatization, and storytelling—but I understand your perspective. Additionally, I don’t feel that it’s comparable to writing Rick Smolan or Dan Jones, as the context of the respective stories are vastly different. It’s okay for us to disagree, and I don’t want to shame or drag you for having differing opinions. I’m truly happy that you feel there is enough separation between person and character for you to interact. I want you to be able to engage with and enjoy fanfic in a way that feels healthy and joyful—you deserve that.

Again, I don’t think that fic of Jacques Le Gris is impermissible, and I don’t think that people who write or read it are bad people with bad intentions. I’m a huge proponent of don’t-like-don’t read and not ‘yucking’ other people’s ‘yums.’ My issue is that from what I’ve seen, many people are not acknowledging that they aren’t romanticizing the real Jacques, and aren’t tagging appropriately when writing him as a ‘fictional’ character. That really gives me pause.

Your thoughts and feelings are valid, and I truly appreciate you sharing with me. If you ever want to talk, my DMs are always open. I’m wishing you love and tenderness as we all navigate this.

[jynzandtonic]

MEET THE BOYS.

There are a few real gems of AD characters—especially my husband, Officer Ronnie Peterson—that don’t get a lot of fanfic action, and I’d like to change that.

I think we can all agree that 1) Driver’s Rick Smolan is an absolute fucking snacc in all his gold-rimmed, short-short’ed glory, and 2) bureaucracy has never looked sexier than Driver playing Daniel Jones in The Report. Personally, I am not into anything too close to RPF (real-person fiction), so I’ll be re-situating/recontextualizing those two characters for full-on fictional enjoyment. Yeehaw.

Adam Sackler is too gross and kinky for me to resist; Charlie Barber is a beautiful refrigerator; Clyde Logan is the sweetest, softest loverboi in the contiguous US; and Flip Zimmerman could handcuff me to a chair, gag me with his flannel shirt, blow cigarette smoke in my face, and I’d still say “thank you, Sir” afterwards. I would like to see very, very kinky and emotionally-developed HEAs for all of them. So there’s my explanation for the rest.

This is a kink-positive space. Don’t you dare feel bad liking what you like! Your feelings and desires are valid and okay. Concurrently, I will always do my best to tag and frontload all fics with CWs. Please remember, if you’re uncomfortable with a topic, filter out the tags and don’t read if you’re iffy about something. My DMs are always open. Like everyone else, I too have *some* squicks (read: not many), and will politely let you know if I’m not entirely jazzed on writing a certain subject. My quick and dirty “won’t writes” are infidelity, gore, and non-con. Other than that? Bombs away, assholes!

I’m keeping things strictly non-Star Wars ‘round these parts; feel free to hop over to @jyn-z-solo for that.

Individual intros to the boys are next on deck!

xo, jyn