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madi-writes-things · 5 months ago

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Francesca Pt. 1

Summary:

It broke Schlatt when he had to let Y/N go, But he would go through hell a thousand times if it meant he got to hold her again.

“If I could hold you for a minute… I’d go through it again.”

Word Count: 1.09 K

TW: Mental Illness, angst, ocd, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, break up, pining, feelings of worthlessness, basically a self insert without a physical description, Based in Texas… because so am I

A/N: I’m totally ok, and definitely not scared of my mental illness… 👀

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

My bags are packed before Jay gets home. I don’t want to make this any harder than it has to be. I should probably leave before he gets here, but he deserves an explanation. I’m not really sure what to say when he gets here, but he doesn’t deserve to be ghosted…

When the door opens I regret my decision to stay. He’s holding an H-E-B bag with frozen pizzas and ranch.

My favorite.

The second he locks eyes with me I break down. The bag falls from his hand as he rushes to pull me into a hug.

“What’s wrong pumpkin? What happened?” His voice is filled love and tenderness, very different from his online persona. It makes me cry harder.

“I can’t do this Jay… I-” He pulls me impossibly closer, mumbling a quiet ‘don’t do this’. “I already packed everything into my car. I can’t ask you to stay, I wouldn’t do that to you…”

He knows that I’ve been struggling lately, but I would never ask him to understand the extent of my anguish. I could never tell him about my hours spent researching. The notes. The fear of being alone with myself.

All I’ve ever wanted is to marry the man of my dreams, and have a big family. My mind constantly tells me that I can’t have it…

Nobody would want to deal with you, he’d get tired of it eventually. What if your kids are crazy like you? You don’t want to run the risk that he has to find you dea-

“You aren’t doing anything to me, you don’t have to do this… we can get through this, we can get you whatever help you need… please…”

I’m doing this because I love him. I can tell when he sees the look in my eyes, he mumbles a quick okay before leaving to put the pizzas in the freezer.

I run to lock myself in the bathroom… I feel like I’m going to throw up.

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When I finally get myself together, I leave the bathroom on a mission to get out quickly. It takes me a while before I realize what’s happening.

“where the hell did you put my keys Jay?” I see him sitting at our table, set with two plates of pizza and two glasses of wine.

“You’re not driving right now… I just heard you have a twenty minute panic attack, you’re in no headspace to drive.” I know he won’t give me the keys, no matter how much I try to convince him. “Do you even have anywhere to go?” I just shake my head. He gets up and walks into our bedroom.

I can hear him on the phone with Ted, he’s asking if I can stay in LA with him. When he returns, we sit down to eat the now cold pizza.

“What did he say?” I didn’t necessarily want to move across the country, but we both know I wouldn’t be able to actually leave well enough alone if I stayed.

I can tell that he’s been crying, but I know that this is what’s truly best for him in the long run. “He said yes, obviously. I’ll drive you to his place, and catch a flight back.” I knew that there was no convincing him to leave me alone for extended periods of time… I wonder if Ted told him not to let me out of his sight.

He probably did.

After dinner Jay offers to sleep on the couch, but I tell him that I don’t want our last night to be spent in different parts of the house.

He holds me as I cry myself to sleep.

This is what’s best for him.

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The nearly twenty hour drive was silent, stopping whenever the gas gauge lit up. Jay always knew what to get me from the gas station, while I stayed in the car reading. About halfway through the ride he finally decided to play some music, our shared playlist flowing through the tense atmosphere.

I decided to take a nap at some point, and was awoken by Jay gently shaking my shoulder while handing me some food that he had gotten. “We’ve only got about an hour left… you need to eat, and I think we should talk about it.”

No. You can’t handle this, the car ride is hell as is… and now he wants you to talk about why you’re breaking his heart?

“There’s not much to talk about Jay… there isn’t any way to convince me that it was a mistake.” I can see the hurt look in his eyes when I say it, and I really didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. “I love you so much… and I promise, this is for you.”

He starts to try and argue, before settling on asking about publicity. My only response is that we can deal with it separately. I finish my food, and finish the last few chapters of my book.

“”“”“”“”“”

It takes less than an hour to move all of my stuff into Ted’s guest room.

Ted is my best friend, and we’ve known each other for years. He introduced me to the job prospects of the internet. He introduced me to all of his colleagues when I was first starting on YouTube…

He introduced me to Jay.

After helping move everything in, Jay got ready to fly out. He said a quick goodbye to me, before going outside to talk to Ted.

They were out there for a really long time.

What if he’s convincing Ted that you are a horrible person?

What if they’re working together to get you put away?

What if you opened the window?

What if you jumped?

My phone is in my hand immediately, looking up the likelihood of injury/death from a second story jump. Very unlikely. Shit.

All of the sudden, the walls feel too close. The window is too far. I hear Jay’s Uber leaving, and everything starts to collapse.

This was a mistake. I just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s too late. He hates me. I should have just left a note and Jumped off the congress avenue bridge.

I can’t breathe.

I hear a soft knock at my door, and hear it creak open. Ted sits down in front of me, placing my hand on his chest. We work on breathing exercises that he taught me years ago. When I finally feel slightly normal, he pulls me into a tight hug.

“”“”“”“”“”

@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann @jnkvivi @stasiesturn

@h3arts4harry @slutforsturniolos @memento-rory

#jschlatt #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #angst #madi speaks #madi writes things #actually ocd #intrusive thoughts #mental illness

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vampirekilmerfic · 2 months ago

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Country Fuckboy Philip Graves Slander List

A while back my sister and I were talking about Call of Duty, and the conversation turned to the subject of Philip Graves. Now, just to be clear, I'm not trying to yuck on other people's yums. I know plenty of people like the character, enjoy fics about him, and that's great for them! Go have fun.

But me?

The man makes me nauseated.

I'm only slightly exaggerating.

I think its because I've lived in Texas my whole life, and I have known multiple 'Philip Graves'

And you know what we call them? "Country Fuckboy"

Subsequently, I shared the chat with my beloved @the-californicationist, and the following conversation ensued:

VampireKilmer I was talking with my sister (Grim) on the phone a while back and asked her and important question: Vamp: "Listen, no judgment, but what're your thoughts on Philip Graves?" Grim: "Well.... I know some people like him... but I don't really like the character myself." (Translation; she's playing it safe, but hates him) Vamp: "OH THANK GOD. Cali & I were talking the other day about how we don't understand how people like him, and came to the conclusion it was because said people didn't grow up in Texas and know at least half a dozen assholes identical to him" Grim: "Oh my gosh, that's it exactly!!!" Vamp: "We all know him (them). We all try to warn our friends to stay away."

the-californicationist They’d all fall for the jacked up truck shotgunned beer take you out on my boat schtick. Like baby that’s Satan in a trucker hat

VampireKilmer Grim: "But they will never listen. '*No, you don't understand! I'm different! He really opened up to me!^" Vamp: "And the best thing any of us can do is be waiting at the finish line with a bottle of cheap wine, and club membership jacket, and a shoulder to cry on." Grim: "It's a canon event. Dating a man who has a tattoo of a hot pink kiss and "Lips of an Angel" written beneath it.... ask me how I know about that one" Vamp: "Graves would have that shit on his pec"

the-californicationist If you smell cigarettes and curve for men, turn and walk the other way.....

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Thus, the Country Fuckboy Philip Graves Slander List was created. Please feel free to reblog and add your additions as you see fit. Credit goes to eclecticgrimlin, the-californicationist, ofdivinity1, gemma hale, and kariggi for their input and valuable additions:

● Graves looks like he has a stars and bars tattoo

● Graves looks like he’s blacklisted from Waffle House

● Graves looks like he thinks consent starts when your period does

● Graves looks like he goes on guided hunts

● Graves is trying to bring back Ed Hardy t-shirts

● Graves calls every woman under 35 "baby girl" That's it. Thats the only pet name he knows

● Graves thinks Taco Bell is real Mexican food

● Graves looks like the second string quarterback ( Freshman year only)

● Drives a genuine “Pavement Princess”

○ Despite having massive lift kids and oversized off-road tires, they never drive them off pavement. These guys take the most practical, utilitarian vehicles and turn them into useless shiny turds.

○ With LED brights

○ And those obnoxious light bars for “hunting”

○ And those underside lights

○ and truck balls

○ And loud speakers with obnoxiously loud bass

● Topo Chico gives Graves heartburn

● The cliche veteran tattoo sleeve

● Graves has been blacklisted from every strip club in Dallas AND Houston

● Graves looks like he goes on guided hunts

● Graves looks like he’d break a lug on your tire cause he didn’t unlock it right

● Graves has got the SLUTLiFE sticker but has never been deep sea fishing

● Graves once decided to drive through the 6th ward on a Friday night to prove he wasn't scared.... he doesn't talk about what happened. Would legit walk up to some random black guy and try to fist bump him

● Graves looks like he says “I’m not racist but”

● Graves looks like he uses the F slur

● "Its okay, I'm from Houston. I went to school with a bunch of 'em, said I have a lifetime n-word pass"

● Graves looks like he got stuck and had to be wenched out by a jeep

● Graves looks like he gets mild salsa

● Graves thinks guacamole is too spicy

● Graves looks like he is an OJ Simpson sympathizer

● Graves looks like he hates classic country

● Graves looks like he’s been to a klan meeting

● Graves wears a Masonic ring that was his grandpa's.... has never been to lodge

● Graves looks like he’s never ridden a horse

#phillip graves #graves cod #cod graves #mwii #rant #fandom rant

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mrsmandalorian · 8 months ago

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city lights, country nights

cowboy! joel x techie! reader

summary: enjoying the simple life with a cowboy!joel and his family.

series masterlist/main masterlist/word count: 1.6k

warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, fluff!!!,makeout session, cheesy and sexy flirting, pet name (darling), drinking (just a glass of wine), no use of y/n.

a/n: hello, lovelies! i am maddie! this is my first time posting on tumblr. i hope you enjoy it! i would like to make this a series and write other stories! We will see how it goes. i hope everyone enjoys cowboy! joel! i would love to hear your feedback or comments! 🤍maddie

Log off your work computer when you see the clock hit five o’clock with a small smile. You were ready for your long weekend with your sexy cowboy. Being in the tech field was much more challenging than some would think. You still have a few projects to review this weekend while you are away. The projects could be done later because it was time to get the hell out of the city.

The two-hour drive from the city into the country was always the best on a Friday afternoon after work. The hustle and bustle of the city fades as your tires drive down the road into a relaxing retreat. The time change improves the drive, with the sun shining as you drive with the window down and listen to the radio loudly. As you pass the cows and pastures, you know you are getting closer to your perfect haven with your person.

The ranch was a place you would have never gone on your own or even thought of loving as you did. Joel and his family had built it slowly over the last five years after they bought the land. The main house was Joel’s, which everyone always came over (mainly for his outdoor setup). It was a good-sized house with four bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms inside. Outside the house was a beautiful patio fit for the whole crew with a fire pit, giant outdoor TV, tool shed, lounge area, and hanging lights. Tommy and Ellie both had their own houses on the property. Joel said Sarah had not been interested in her home on the property since she was at college and had other plans (still close by). The ranch part of the property was beautiful and full of different animals, from chickens to sheep.

The sun starts to set as you pull into the long driveway to the ranch. As you slowly drive up, you can see an outline of a horse and its rider approaching you against the fence line from the rear. You break your car so they can catch up to you.

“Hello, darlin',” Joel’s Texas twang says as he rides up next to you with a sweet smirk. He is riding his horse, Whiskey. He is a lovely brown horse, especially if you have a sugar cube or apple slices. Seeing Joel in work mode was fun; he was dirty from a busy day with the animals and crew.

The blush and smile crept up, “Howdy, cowboy,” you joke with a cheesy grin.

The comment caused him to roll his eyes and slightly grin. “Pull up to the house and wait for me to give you a proper hello.” You nod in agreement and let him get a head start to the barn to put sweet Whiskey up for the night. Driving up the driveway, you are passed by Joel’s crew, including his brother and daughter, Tommy and Ellie. You give them all a big smile and wave. Tommy and Ellie jokingly thank you because Joel always lets them off earlier when you come to stay for a few days.

It doesn’t take long for the flannel-wearing cowboy to walk out of the barn toward you from about 30 yards away. He seems to have washed off some dirt from his skin by wiping away the water from his face with a rag. Getting out of the car quickly to meet him halfway, he pulls you in a bear hug as your bodies come together; all the tension leaves your body.

A sweet, passionate kiss is placed on your lips following a “How was the drive, darlin’?”

“It was a lot better now that it does not get darker at 5!” you giggle and look into his big brown eyes, which make your stomach butterflies dance and blush hard.

He kisses your head as he pulls away to get your bags out of the car. He turns around with his hands full of your weekend bags and the few groceries you brought. “How long are you staying?” he jokes as he walks up on the porch. “I think so, too. It makes me feel more comfortable with you driving in the country with all those deer.”

The sweet encounter was cut short when a ball of energy ran around the house and circled you happily as she barked at you. “Sassy! Let your mom get inside, at least!” Joel grumbled as he opened the door to the house. Joel had gotten Sassy, an Australian Shepherd when he started bringing animals to the ranch after he had built it for a ranch dog. She was a hard-working dog but enjoyed her evenings off, with Joel spoiling her with too many treats and pets.

Both of you followed him inside the house and into the living room, where he set all the bags down. You plopped down onto the couch as you prepared for the forty-five pounds of energy to jump into your lap. It felt like she was there in a second. You watched Joel as you pet the dog sitting next to you, “How was your week, handsome?”

Joel walks over to the couch and sits beside Sassy, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “It was an okay week. I've just been busy and missing you.” He starts to take off his boots and looks over at you. Sassy gets fed up with being squished between the two of you and jumps down to her bed by Joel’s chair.

“I missed you too,” You sweetly say, snuggling closer to him, his arm wrapping comfortably around you. The two of you sat snuggled around one another for a while. This was one of the rare occasions that you two are not already fucking against the dining room table after the first five minutes of your arrival. It was a bittersweet occasion, but both greetings are perfect.

After a while, Joel got up and started messing around in the kitchen. He returned to the living room and leaned on the door frame with a glass of your favorite wine. “What are you feeling for supper, darling?” he asked, teasing you to get up with the wine. With a soft grin, you got up and kissed him in exchange for the glass.

“A bottle of wine and you,” you smirked as you sip the glass, meeting his eyes. He grins and wraps his large hands around your waist, pulling your body closer. The sexual tension and longing were thick in the air as eye contact was kept. His hands start to wander towards your ass, grabbing onto your ass cheeks roughly. This caused you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I like the way you think, little lady.” He grunts as he kisses you again, but this time, it is more passionate and rough. His hands kept wandering your body under your shirt, which caused a moan from you. The make-out session became more intense with wandering hands.

“Hey guys!” is heard throughout the house as Ellie wanders inside the side kitchen door. The two of you quickly pull away from one another slightly as she walks inside the room. “Oh, shit! Sorry guys!” she says and covers her eyes dramatically with a laugh. “ Joel, this is your fault! You made the plans with us for pizza night when Darling gets into town. Tommy said you guys would probably be about done greeting each other when we got back with the pizza.”

“You’re right, kid,” Joel chuckles as he meets your eyes, kissing your head. “We will have to finish this for dessert, darling.” He whispers in your ear with a wink. You join Ellie in the kitchen, where Tommy simultaneously enters the door. Joel gives him a look, but he gives him a smirk as he takes the pizza boxes out of his arms.

“Shit, I forgot to call Joel 10 minutes out. ,” Tommy says as he puts his hands on his head and gives his brother an apologetic look with a smirk. You go over and give each other of them a sweet hug.

Ellie was the one to break the silence. “I’m happy that you’re here! I need some girl advice,” she said as she helped gather the plates and drinks for everyone while the brothers set up all the food. The night was full of laughter and catching up through the two last weeks you have been apart. You all ended up outside watching some basketball on the giant flatscreen. You and Joel decided to snuggle up on the couch with a king-sized blanket as you gossip with Ellie about her love life.

The pair eventually went their separate ways an hour after dinner. It was always so good to visit with them. Joel was a package deal, as you have always known, but luckily, you were blessed with an incredible family. Seeing how protective he was of his little family, especially you and his girls, was touching.

Joel was very quiet as you both stayed snuggled on the couch. After they left, you rubbed his shoulders as he moved to lay on your chest. His breathing and body had settled and relaxed. He was comfortably passed out; all you could do was smile and take his picture as you held your sexy cowboy.

You let out a little chuckle and whisper, “No dessert for us, I guess, old man,” placing a small kiss on his head. You turn on your favorite show as you slowly fall asleep, listening to the rhythm of his breath, which calms you into a deep sleep.

thank you for reading! let me know what you think!🤍

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #cowboy!joel x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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the-hinky-panda · 16 days ago

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War of the Roses: Part I

Title: War of the Roses

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Bill Bevilaqua x Reader

Summary: Married at nineteen to a man you didn't even know, forced to live in a marriage that neither one of you wanted has killed any hope of a happy life. That is until a mistake in a country club coat room brings that hope back to life.

The first time Bill Bevilaqua kisses you, it’s in the coat room at a country club in Kansas City. To his credit, he thought you were the bartender that had been flirting with him all evening, because why would Cal Thresher’s wife be retrieving her own coat? He had grabbed you from behind, his mouth covering yours when he spun you around. It takes you by surprise but not for the obvious reason.

It’s the first time in six years that you’ve felt actual passion.

It was your sister that was supposed to marry Cal. She was a few years older, closer to his thirty-two years of age. She was more materialistic, more into the glitter and gold, the cars and the mansion. But there was some other oil baron, more established and with a larger bank account that would allow her to stay in her home state of Texas. She eloped, marrying in a beach ceremony on his private Caribbean island. And you were left standing at the altar in your sister’s dress, holding her flowers, and marrying her fiance in a small, clapboard country church in Oklahoma.

You were nineteen.

The terms of the marriage had been simple. Cal needed an heir to leave his estate to and you would be provided a life of comfort. You were merely an extension of his wealth and persona. Coming from generational oil wealth, you were well trained to fill that role. An arm piece for social functions, hostess for fundraisers and Christmas parties just as your mother had been. And, of course, be the mother of children that would continue the Thresher legacy. You thought you could handle it, the vapid existence and shallowness of the other socialites. You held out hope that once you had children, you would find your joy in them and not the social functions.

Three miscarriages later and your gilded cage is quickly becoming a smothering prison. Cal’s patience is running out but there’s nothing you can do about your faulty reproductive system, especially when the doctor’s can’t pinpoint a reason for the losses. It was just two weeks after your latest loss when Cal asked you to accompany him on a business trip to Kansas City. Bill Bevilaqua, a wealthy ranch owner, was throwing a party for his latest business: growing medical marajuana. Cal had struck a deal with him, wanting to obtain a corner on something that had the potential to be lucrative, and this was the celebration of what they hoped was going to be a long and successful partnership.

There had been a couple that had struck up a conversation with you and Cal about horses, a subject you actually had genuine interest in. The wife had three prize thoroughbreds, all had run in the Kentucky Derby at one point over the last four years. During the course of the conversation, Cal had handed you and the wife wine glasses but she had declined.

“Sorry, none for me,” she had smiled proudly, her hand resting on her flat stomach. “Just found out we’re expecting our sixth.”

The look Cal had given you when the couple moved on would have frozen a cactus in the middle of a desert at the height of summer. It was a knife twist to your gut, like you had wanted to lose those three babies. You knew you couldn’t get any peace in the ladies room to cry your tears so you had gone to the coat closet instead to gather yourself. You had your face pressed against someone’s rabbit fur coat, soft against your face and smelling of Chanel No 5, your mother’s signature fragrance, when Bill had interrupted you with his broad, roving hands and warm lips.

When he leaned back and recognized you, his tipsy grin immediately disappeared. “Fuck.”

Tears were still wet on your cheeks, grief still heavy in your chest when you grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him back towards you. You kissed him this time, tasting the whiskey that he had just recently drank, trying to memorize the way his mouth moved against yours. The way his hands returned to your ribcage, gently holding you against him. Eventually your senses returned to you, the fear of getting caught replacing the desire, and you slowly released him.

“Fuck,” he repeats. “I’m sor-”

You hold up your hand and smooth his jacket lapels. “I’m not.”

“Look, I didn’t-”

“I won’t tell Cal.” You grab your coat from the rack behind you and slip into it. “I suggest you don’t tell him either.”

He says your name, shortly but with an edge of softness to it. It causes you to pause in your retreat from the coat room.

“You know my name?”

He gives you a confused look. “Of course I know your name.”

It’s been so long since you’ve heard someone call you by your actual name. It’s always Mrs. Thresher or Ma’am. Even Cal calls you honey or sweetheart. To hear someone say your name, and only your name, reminds you that you’re still an individual. You reach out and gently lay your hand over his, your thumb moving over the large onyx and silver ring on his hand. “Please, call me that again the next time.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. “Next time, huh?”

#bill bevilaqua x you #bill bevilaqua x reader #bill bevilaqua fic #tulsa king #bill bevilaqua

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forwhatiam · 3 months ago

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Happy 28th! <3 Here's my favorite fics I read this month, organized from longest to shortest. Fics with a * before them found their way into my bookmarks!

so let's cross the lines we lost by thecoloursneverfade (E, 165.2k)

Louis lives a not so quiet life on a not so quiet street. Starting university was supposed to be easy, that is, until he realises his new neighbour is Harry Styles, and they kind of hate each other, so falling for him is definitely out of the question.

(or: Harry and Louis have a complicated past, Niall throws too many parties, Zayn is definitely not pining, and Liam just wants everyone to get along)

*Undone, Undress by angelichl (E, 134k)

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers.

Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

*Into The Blue by zarah5 (E, 117.2k)

AU. In which Louis is Harry's scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can't be all that difficult to convince Harry that they're on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry (E, 83.6k)

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though.

We'll Be Seamless by dinosaursmate (E, 52k)

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

*Love's Truest Language by summerwine (E, 48.1k)

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn't really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where's your order forms, then?”

“I don't want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

under your bed in new york. by sleepylittlejupiter (T, 33.4k)

there are many things louis likes to tell himself. we broke up for a reason. it's been so many years. and of course, the classic: i’ve definitely moved on from him. but when he suddenly finds harry back in his life after three years, louis realizes he might be a little less moved on than he thought.

au; spilling coffee onto an ex, being set up on dates, and having a nosy puppy might be all louis needs to find love again

you are half of me (and I am all for you) by angelichl (E, 24.7k)

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

Dust to Dust by dinosaursmate (M, 23.4k)

Harry, an active participant in the One Direction Tumblr fandom, comes across a rumour that Louis died and has been replaced with a lookalike.

Hung Up On You by hazzahtomlinson (E, 11.8k)

Louis received a dick pick from a stranger and normally, he'd be completely furious at something like that-- except, whomever it was, had a super nice dick. If only the person attached to it hadn't turned out to be a complete asshole.

Same White Shirt by lululawrence (NR, 10k)

Or the one where Harry's on the Late Late Show for a week and several misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired make things that much more interesting.

You Came Along And Moved Me, Honey by fairytalefemme (T, 8.3k)

Louis was gone for Harry from the moment they met, already planning their wedding and picking out rings in his head, and after months of living in each other's pockets they knew almost everything about each other. The one thing Louis didn't know about Harry was what he did for a living. Faced with vague answers and question-evading, Louis begins to imagine scandalous and dangerous secrets that Harry must be keeping - but maybe Harry's secrets aren't so sinister after all.

In which Louis thinks Harry's hiding a life of crime and Harry just really likes candles.

The Rose & Dagger by galastyles (E, 4.1k)

The first time Harry went to a session at The Rose And Dagger, he told himself it was a one time thing. The second time, he said it was to get the idea out of his system. By the fifth visit, he stopped making excuses.

i'm going out tonight by disgruntledkittenface (M, 3.8k)

Louis hasn’t been appreciating his boyfriend Harry. He only realizes it when Harry takes matters into his own hands.

Inspired by Bejeweled by Taylor Swift.

HOT TO GO! by allwaswell16 (T, 2.3k)

When Harry does something weird at the barricade, he leaves Louis’ show devastated and hoping he can somehow make things right.

Or the accidental pervert fic

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fic rec #my fic rec list

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johnnycrass · 4 months ago

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It's almost 1 AM I'm still driving through West Texas I'm finally out of mountain time, there's no major cities out here so the stargazing is incredible it's just like that really agrarian wine country part of California actually, you can start to see the Milky Way. The only other thing I can see out here is the fires from the oil fields. I have to watch the road but I have my sunroof open so I can catch glimpses of the sky. It smells gross out here

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copperbadge · 2 years ago

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I'm moving through it at high speed on a train so it's hard to take a single picture that doesn't have speed blurs to prove it, but you guys, France is scenic as fuck.

My goodness this is some beautiful country. It reminds me strongly of California wine country but turned up to 11, or rural central Texas if you watered it properly. It makes me want to move to a medieval farmhouse and keep charlaise cattle. (I would be so bad at this.)

#sam travels #the cheese tour #france

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cloudlessly-light · 8 months ago

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The darkest parts of me (3/5)

Title: The darkest parts of me (3/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 2,2k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

They’ve been traveling through the country together for close to a year now, Aarons system working. It had almost become too easy, him choosing their victim and then a night spent somewhere in between twisted torture and twisted pleasure. Emily had never felt so free, being with him and she knew that he felt the same, telling her how happy he was that they had found each other frequently.

They don’t kill too often, sometimes taking weeks or even months in between each kill, but Aaron notices the restlessness in her easily, she sees the need for it on him. It’s an addiction, they both know it, neither of them wanting to stop even when they probably should. But as he feels the rush of euphoria when a man stops breathing from his hand, or Emily’s need for power and control is soothed as she finishes someone off, neither of them wants to stop.

“Would you ever do it again?” Emily asks out of nowhere one night. They’re eating dinner, having just arrived in Texas and when Aaron looks up at her she clarifies. “Having a kid? A family?”

“No.” He answers bluntly, because there wasn’t any point in lying to her. “Having children while living this life, I don’t know if that would work.”

“Do you think you could give it up?” She takes a bite of her chicken and watches as he thinks about her question.

“Honestly, I don’t think the urge will ever go away. If I stop, I don’t think I’d be completely content, not like right now.” He takes a sip of the overpriced wine that she loves and then takes her hand. “What about you?”

“I never thought I would, considering how life was with Ian, he would have been a horrible dad. But I think I might want a child, someday.” She feels her cheek flush at the admission, she had never told anybody that before.

“So you could give up killing?” His tone of surprise is obvious and he watches as she smiles softly.

“I don’t know. I guess I always thought that I would some day, it’s impossible to live like this forever without getting caught.” She squeezes his hand and smiles softly before continuing to eat her dinner.

Aaron nods, but stays silent because he knew she was right. At some point they’d have to stop. And if there was anyone he could consider giving it up for, it was her.

“I think we have a serial killer travelling the country.” David Rossi says, throwing files onto Jason Gideon’s desk. “A team actually.”

He waits patiently as Jason looks through a few of the files in silence and when he looks back up at him he knows that his friend has caught the same pattern that he has.

“How far does these murders go?” He asks from behind his desk, still holding one of the files in his hand.

“If I’m right about this, they’ve been at it for months.” Dave urges the other man to follow him and he leads him to his office. “But I think before they were a team, one of them killed alone.” The two boxes of files on his desk made Jason pause.

“When did you get all of these?”

“I asked departments all over the country to send what might fit into the unsubs behavior to us last week after getting a call for a consultation. Something about the behavior told me there was more than a single case.

For a few seconds it’s silent, both of them looking at the number of files of unsolved murders that might be related.

“Let’s get to work.” Jason says then, a heavy sigh leaving him as he does.

They had gotten into a sick form of roleplay. Aaron finding their victim and Emily using her charm on him, luring the man back to whatever house they rented for their trip. There he would wait for them, sometimes with a knife in hand, sometimes a gun, tonight he had opted for nothing, needing to feel the life drain out of this man by his own hand. He had raped women, five of them so far, tied them up with piano wire and somehow police had never caught him, but Aaron had tracked him down.

He hears the key turn in the lock, followed by Emily laughing, something sickly sweet and fake, a laugh she’d never use with him. The sound makes him itch, the restlessness that had been growing for hours almost becoming unbearable the closer he was to get to feel his fists breaking skin and bones.

“You’ve got a nice place.” Hamilton says, his voice sending a shiver of disgust through her as his hand grips her hip tight as they enter the dark house.

“Thank you.” She turns and walks backwards, a flirty smile on her face that all but disappears when the lights are turned on and she walks into Aaron’s strong chest. “Meet my boyfriend.” She grins as Aaron’s familiar warmth presses against her back.

Hamilton barely has time to react to the third person in the room before a fist connects to his cheekbone and he falls to the ground. Emily locks the door while Aaron continues to punch the man that’s made her sick to her stomach all night. But now it’s different, satisfaction settling inside of her as she watches the man she loves beat a man that doesn’t deserve to live to death.

“He has a wife.” She tells him while Aaron is taking a break, the other man laying unmoving on the floor, but he’s still breathing.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll be gone tomorrow morning, I booked us a flight to Florida.” He grabs her jaw and kisses her as she hums into it. “I know you said you wanted a little vacation.”

“You’re perfect.” She smiles into another kiss, this one interrupted by low groaning at their feet and she looks down at Hamilton. “He tried to feel me up all night.” She grabs the gun from the table and shoots his hand without a moment’s hesitation as Aaron laughs beside her.

“Easy sweetheart, don’t kill him too quickly now, I want us to take our time tonight.” He takes the gun from her and then spits on the other man. “However, I do not like knowing he dared to put his hands on you.” With that thought he stepped on his other hand, hard enough for bones to crack and break and he screamed out.

“That’s it baby, make him suffer.” Emily sighed contently and went to grab one of the knives from the kitchen. It was Aaron’s turn to kill, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun first, and ever since the first time using the knife, she had preferred it over her gun. Aaron had been right, if she thought she felt powerful with a gun, it was nothing compared to the knife. The rush of steel slicing through skin makes her laugh, something close to madness as Aaron grabs at her from behind, his hands driving her into a frenzy as he tells her to cut him again.

They fucked right next to him once they knew he would be too weak to get away. There was something about being watched getting them both off.

“He thought he could have you, but you’re mine.” Aaron groaned as Emily straddled him on the couch only a few feet from where Hamilton was laying, eyes half open as every ounce of energy was focused on trying to draw enough breath into his lungs.

“Show him.” She gasped and his hand wrapped around her throat. Sometimes she thought he imagined what it would feel like to kill her this way and the rush that went through her made her whimper. She wasn’t afraid of his darkness, because she had wondered the same, had fantasized about his blood on her hands. That’s what made it fun, the fear of knowing how easily they could kill each other a thrill unlike most.

By the time Hamilton was dead they were blissfully exhausted. It had been a while since they had created this kind of mess and as Aaron got rid of the body, Emily was cleaning up the blood from the floor. It had become a way for her to come down from her high, the mix of blood and bleach comforting and by the time Aaron joined her she was almost done.

“Everything gone?” She asks and he nods. He smells acrid from the lye, as well as blood and she scrunches her nose. “You stink, let me finish this and then we can shower?”

“Oh do I?” He wraps his arms around her with a smirk. “You don’t like the smell of a work well done?”

“I like the smell of you.” She kisses him quickly and then moves from his embrace and grabs the rag she had used. “I still don’t like the cleanup.”

“That’s because you’ve been spoilt, baby.” His tone is teasing and she looks up at him with a huff. “Would you rather have us be caught?” He chuckles when she rolls her eyes.

“Obviously not. All I’m saying is that the lye smells horrible.”

“But it works.” He reminds her as he removes his jeans that he had put on while getting rid of the body and goes to throw them away with the rest of their clothes to be burned and thrown away far away from their rented house tomorrow.

When he comes back, Emily is just about done and he watches her in silence while she cleans the last of the blood up, then they both go through the house to make sure not to leave any evidence, wiping doorknobs and watching out for any missed spots of blood.

By the time they’re in bed it’s late and they’re tired and sated in the way they only were after a night spent like tonight.

“So, Florida huh?” She asks, her words tickling his neck as she lays halfway on top of him.

“Yeah, I thought we needed a break.” He kissed the top of her head.

“You just want to get me into a bikini.” She teases with a grin and looks up at him.

“Well that too. But you can’t blame me for that.” When he slaps her ass with a grin she chuckles.

“I guess you can’t.”

It’s been weeks and they’re still no closer to catching the unsubs who’s been roaming the country. They were careful about not leaving any evidence, but the pattern was all too clear. And then they finally got a break, a young prostitute had come forward while being questioned about a disappearance of a man with a less than stellar record. Dave immediately knew that it was them, the victim fitting into their unsubs pattern flawlessly.

“It seemed like a couple.” The detective on the other line tells him as he holds the phone between his ear and shoulder while waving Jason into his office.

“Did you get a description?” He asks and puts the detective on speaker as Jason closes the door and sits down across from him.

“They’re white, both of them dark hair and dark eyes. Maybe in their mid-thirties. The man was tall, seemingly strong because he knocked out the victim with one punch. The woman carried a gun, had threatened our witness with it and told her to leave.”

“How did you find your witness?” Jason cuts in, this was the biggest lead they’d had since starting their investigation.

“She’s a prostitute, she knew the victim they had a… history.”

“So he was her pimp? Or a client?”

“Seems like it. She didn’t want to talk, had to drag it out of her. “

“That’s usually the case.” Dave agrees as he watches the wheels turning in Jason’s head as he figures out the puzzle pieces.

“How long ago was the murder?” Jason pulls out a notebook and takes the pen Dave is already holding out for him.

“About five months ago. We considered this a cold case until she was brought in on other charges, that’s when one of my men found out her connection to the murdered victim.”

“Okay, thank you. If you get any other information, please call us. And can you send over the sketch of the unsubs?”

“Of course.”

After the call ended, it was silent in their office for a long time. It wasn’t until Jason sighed heavily as he leant back in his chair that Dave looked up from his own notebook where he kept information about the unsubs.

“Who knows how many they’ve killed, but the victims are clearly a type. Are we dealing with vigilantes here?” He asks as Jason stands up.

“I think so. Funny thing is, a team, a team with a woman no less, shouldn’t be this violent and they most certainly shouldn’t be able to stay together without killing each other.”

They looked at each other, wondering how long it would take for this case to completely unravel.

#hotchniss #hotchniss smut #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #aaron x emily #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut

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holding-monsters-hands · 2 years ago

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went to a concert and it made me think abt mercs going to one <3 like soldier would be the most aggressive head banger and definitely be in the middle of a mosh pit being silly and assuming that’s normal concert behavior, pyro would be making friends w people across the stadium via flashlight/lighter with engie helping them and speaking of engie he probably brings his own ear plugs unless he goes to a country concert btw just assuming this is like a rock concert idk how loud other concerts are😭 hhhheaby going for medic and also having earplugs but realizing he loves how the music literally shakes his being and makes him feel like a different person because of that sensation

- texas anon has a lot of thoughts

HSISJSH just.. the way all of this is so accurate.. 😭 also we are gonna go with a rock concert because this tickles my brain

The mercs going to a concert

Scout is trying so hard to act like he’s enjoying this experience but this boy is scared shitless, like he sees soldier knocking people out in the pit and he wants NO part of it.

Soldier is for sure in the mosh pit, literally no one is able to knock him down or even touch him because he’s taking people out with ease- it’s to the point the pit just keeps getting smaller by the hour- but he’s still having fun and making friends! he’s not there to purely fight, it just kinda happens because that’s just how mosh pits go.

Spy is in some really nice reserved seats that he managed to find, he’s drinking wine with his legs crossed and just watching the show- it’s not exactly his cup of tea but it’s still quite the show!

Sniper is chilling away from the loud noise- he likes rock music, and loud music in general! but he doesn’t like tightly confined spaces with blaring music in his ears- the whole experience can be kind of overwhelming for him so he’s probably chilling with spy so he can still enjoy the show without it being too overstimulating.

Demo is probably gonna drag soldier out of the pit- not out of concern, he knows his buddy is able to defend himself! but he’s fully aware that miss pauling might not be very happy to hear about the amount of people soldier has sent to the hospital in one night.

Medic is wearing earplugs for sure because rock music makes him act up in ways that are not fun for ANYONE. He gets like, violent when he’s excited? as seen on the battlefield when he has this manic smile on his face and he’s just yelling at the top of his lungs while causing imaginable pain to the enemy- that would be him at concerts if you don’t make sure he is accompanied + wearing earplugs.

Heavy is with scout, making sure the tiny bag man doesn’t get scooped up in the crowd- or generally have a panic attack because of how severely overstimulating the whole event is. But not to worry! Heavy still has fun, his way of showing he’s having fun is having a straight, stone cold face and standing perfectly still- he likes rock music, I promise.

Pyro is having the time of their life, he’s making all sorts of friends, showing off his own lighters and is collecting more from people just handing him stuff! he’s also got like, two light sticks that aren’t even related to the band they’re seeing but hey! free stuff!

Engineer is hanging out with pyro! He’s not only helping translate for pyro’s new pals, but he’s also just making sure pyro doesn’t get too overwhelmed with everything going on.. or sets anything on fire, that firebug gets too excited sometimes and just starts lighting stuff up so.. that’s something to be wary of!

#tf2 x reader #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 soldier #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro

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wolfstarlibrarian · 1 year ago

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Hullo!

Do you happen to have any wolfstar fics about horses, riding or keeping horses?

Love and admiration for your work!

Hello friend and thank you for the love!

Now to answer your question: kind of? Below are fics that all have either Remus or Sirius riding a horse at some point. Are they all focused on riding horses? Unfortunately not, but with the rising popularity of the cowboy au in the wolfstar fandom, there are certainly more horse fics out there or being written. These are just the ones the Librarian has read and hopes you enjoy.

🐴 Wolfstar + Horses 🐎

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA (love conquers all) by @prettyremus Remus, a servant boy to the cruel Emperor Voldemort, meets Sirius, a charming nobleman. Together they fight for freedom and love in Ancient Rome.

A Good League Hence by @eyra Remus has always believed that December is the Hall's very best month. It's like the place was built to have boughs of holly and fir strung from every wall sconce and picture rail; like its architect, all those hundreds of years ago, designed it specifically to bear the big, fat garlands he and Lily wind around its balustrades and bannisters, and the jolly wreaths that they hoist into place on every door, and the towering, beribboned tree that stands proudly in the hotel reception and takes four of them a whole afternoon to decorate. A country hotel in the wintertime. Plenty of snow, plenty of mulled wine, and a feeling that this Christmas might be different.

Beneath a Big Blue Sky by @eyra The four-by-four heaves its way down long, twisting lanes, little more than dirt tracks scuffed into the surrounding fields and hemmed in by serpentine walls of flat, grey stone. They truly are in the middle of nowhere: the countryside rushes past, all rolling green hills and vast, endless skies, and it's odious. Sirius wants to murder James with his bare hands. Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.

Neon Moon by @allhalloweve

“Come down here and I’ll tell you.”

“My parents are asleep.”

“You’re twenty-three,” Sirius said in the same tone of false sympathy, though his grin didn’t falter as he stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “C’mon, I’ll be by the fence.”

Desperado by @yeats-infection West Texas, 1861. “I’m unsure when we elected to hand the reigns of this operation over to a hophead felon and a bottom-tier bounty hunter.”

A Change In The Stars by @neondomino Desperate for a change in his stars, Squire Sirius pretends to be a Noble to compete in the jousting tournament. Along the way he meets two men. Lord Lucius Malfoy, who offers to be his… as long as he wins, and clothing merchant, Remus Lupin, who doesn't care whether Sirius wins or loses, claiming nothing would change how he feels. Inspired by a Knight's Tale

Untold Blessings by @aryastark-valarmorghulis Magic once existed in England and has finally returned. Mr Sirius Black, a gifted magician, ventures, rash and ill-prepared, into Faerie.

#am probably missing some obvious ones so please reblog with links to your faves!#wolfstar #wolfstar fic recs #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #maraduers #hp fanfic

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besiegedhunter · 11 months ago

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Provence, Gaul and Mr Grape Speculation.

Aka despite the trickling of Gaulish Operators since Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire, she has not been confirmed as being Gaulish despite her name and as such, I want to talk about things relating to it.

And because I really want an excuse to talk about her. Without further ado though:

So first thing's first: Why theorize that Provence could be Gaulish?

The reason for that lies in her name because Provence is the name of a region in France, known for it's wine and lavender fields.

I'll keep my lips sealed about the wine for now, but in regards to the lavender fields it's what inspired her purple fur. She fits in nicely with Texas and Lappland who themselves are named after places outside of Italy, in their case because of the wolves they're based off.

And just for note: Provence was a Roman province, their first beyond the Alps but since they left in at the end of the fifth century, Provence has not been a part of Italy, instead being a part of France since 1468.

We'll get onto the wolf she's inspired by in a bit but first, while the above can be used to elaborate on her Siracusan roots, how does her inspiration compare to confirmed Gaulish operators?

For instance, these are the Gaulish Operators who were released before Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire (if I'm right):

Aciddrop

Astesia

Mousse

Phantom

Aciddrop and Astesia I am not aware of anything connecting them to Gaul before their module and Astgenne's files dropped respectively.

Mousse and Phantom on the other hand are quite obvious. Mousse is a French dessert and Phantom's whole character references the Phantom of the Opera, a French novel set in Paris. Provence is similar to them in regards to name and inspiration but there is something that separates them and it's the fact that they have voice lines furthering their connection.

From Mousse and Phantom respectively:

The Avenue des Champs-Élysées is a real avenue in Paris, whereas Gaspard de la Nuit is French, meaning "treasurer of the night" if I'm correct and is also a suite of piano pieces by a French composer.

Provence doesn't make any remarks about her home or anything in French or referencing anything from France, which isn't a huge deal. Aciddrop and Astesia had less (or more subtle) and were confirmed to be Gaulish so Provence's chances don't seem worse for it.

The Fall of Gaul.

This is an interesting part of this and one I can't see being too long.

But a thing of note is that the War of the Four Emperors occurring in 1053 and the Chernobog incident happens at the end of 1096. A lot of characters saw this unfold without being as old as Hellagur. Aciddrop and Astesia's families are mentioned and likely experienced it, whether as a child or an adult.

And on them, a lot of Gallians immigrated to Columbia whereas a lot of others remained where they were and watched as the territory ended up in the hands of Victoria, Leithania or Ursus. The latter two of those btw we do not see btw. We have only seen Gaulish characters from Victoria or Columbia, with only one exception being Clément Dubois from Hortus de Escapismo, as confirmed by the recent Twitter post/Terra Historicus, who is an Iberian that's descended from Gaul.

Which is to say that there's proof that Gallian refugees have gone as far as Iberia, although that's redundant because of the IS2 relic Wrath of Siracusans of all things. The "Super Siracusans" monthly squad expands upon it's lore as such:

So Provence's family immigrating from Gaul to Siracusa is more than plausible because the reverse has happened before and perhaps is emblematic of some sort of relationship the two countries has, this one conundrum aside.

But even if there isn't, Kal'tsit took Crownslayer to Siracusa, seemingly not because she had family there but because she is a Lupo/passes enough for one by Red. Provence's family may have fled to Siracusa simply for that reason.

Wine

Remember how I mentioned Provence was known for it's wine? Well here's that. See, Provence is known specifically for it's rosé wine.

I suggest reading into it yourself because it's genuinely really fascinating. But France is the leading country for rose wines, with Provence being the leading wine region for rose in the world. Around eighty percent of all wines made in Provence are rosé and I saw something that said it was the only wine region in the world who drink pink wine over red or white.

Which makes me think about Mr Grape, the wolf that appears in her E2 and who exists in canon:

And I mention all of this because I do think that wine is synonymous with Gaul because of the significance it holds within Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire. Both because of the Troupe Master, or being known as Tragodia, is so connected to it (such as having two wine relics associated with him) but because the description of Royal Liqueur:

And so with the region of Provence's relationship with on rosé wine, the significance placed on wine by Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire and Mr Grape being named such by Provence, I think her connection to Gaul is pushed even further.

The Beast of Gévaudan

Now, as for what sort of wolf Provence is based on, I believe that there's never been any proof towards it like there is for Texas, Lappland and Quartz. Any guess as to what it may be based on the appearance of her E2 is also very difficult because:

Yeah it's not an ordinary wolf but it's also not one that you could easily distinguish as something else however. It's just a large purple wolf with lighter fur here and there as well as body armour for some reason.

The trail ends there.

Or does it. Because if you take into account the inspiration Provence takes in France and begin your search there you'll quickly learn of a beast that stalked the ancient region of Gévaudan. Described as a wolf but not a wolf, it went on a killing spree and was quite the mythical creature while it existed.

I place quite a lot of stock into this idea of Provence's inspiration and Mr Grape's identity, not only because it's unique and really it looks unlikely they could be mundane but for some aspects of Mr Grape.

The Beast of Gévaudan was described as being larger than an ordinary wolf up to the size of a horse, with a broad chest, a snout like a greyhound, a white underbelly and what I find the most defining: a long thin tail, normally described with a tuft at it's end.

If you look at various depictions of the beast you'll notice a lot of these features between all of them so I think it's fine to use as a baseline.

So how does Mr Grape compare to that description?

Sizewise if you take these as ordinary wolves:

(Lunacub's are but with Emperor are Signore dei Lupi)

Then I think that he would count as larger than ordinary wolves. I also think that Mr Grape is larger than the wolves present in Projekt Red, Penance and Vigil's E2 art and compared to some, by a large margin.

He also has the white underbelly and as I stated to be the most defining: a long thin tail. One noticeably so when compared to Provence, almost purposefully contrasting. Cause you'd imagine, as a reflection of her that his tail would be just as big and fluffy but it's the opposite:

It's thin and long and only tapers out towards the end despite it's already bizarre thinness. Compare that to Provence's in the same image:

You can find more art from her artist Nian that depicts her and other character's tails and Mr Grape's tail is a stark difference.

Here is Provence's Vitafield skin:

And again Mr Grape's tail is depicted the same. I think it's purposeful.

Also as compared to his appearance in her E2, it appears like his snout is more elongated like the description as well as the white underbelly being more visible and how broad his chest is.

One last thing on his appearance is that a lot of stories of the Beast of Gévaudan is how resilient it is, taking musket shots and being stabbed but shrugging it off with being scared off at most. Maybe this is why he's wearing so much body armour, as to hint at how resilient it's inspiration is.

Now onto the last pieces because there's one notable story to come out of the Beast of Gévaudan's various attacks that I want to bring up and that's the story of the Maid of Gévaudan, or of Marie-Jeanne Vallet.

She was one of the several people attacked by the Beast of Gévaudan but at the time she was armed with a makeshift spear so when it attacked her, she was able to stab it in the chest, saving her own life as well as that of anyone with her. For the action she was called the Maid of Gévaudan.

Here's a statue of the event:

Now whether or not Provence would be based off of her or not I can't say. She resembles Mr Grape so much and as he's an extension of her and a reflection if you will, she's sort of the Beast of Gévaudan herself but it may be a combination like Projekt Red being Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.

That said, in the voiceline mentioning Mr Grape she implies that they met under curious circumstances, likely unintentional so who knows what the story there is and whether it could mirror this one:

But to wrap this up, Provence is almost definitely Gaulish and maybe it's because most of her oprecs came out prior to Phantom and the Crimson Solitiare, she hasn't been confirmed as such yet. But here's hoping!

Because two skins, two oprecs, a dormitory theme heavily featuring her, a decently large presence in an event and another character being romantically interested in her isn't enough for me. I want more for her and who knows, maybe there's a treasure trove of upcoming reveals for her.

One can only hope.

#arknights #provence #woo!#finally talked about provence!#I am hoping for those reveals #an event would be nice #but not holding my breath on that #just #one more oprec to explain it all?#oh #read her oprecs btw #they're my personal favourites

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therealslimshakespeare · 6 months ago

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Thoughts on Benny and Smith intimacy when they eventually do get together??

Ooh so many and yet not enough. Ha. I do wanna explore it and chat about it and eventually write fics for it.

Here’s a ramble.

I got to thinking, she is so very sheltered in this department, young, religious and a student, so has she even been romantically kissed? Like, beyond a regrettable smooch during recess in the sixth grade kinda thing?

So has she gone through what she’s gone through with truly no romantic connotations with sex, etc? There’s the movies that truly make her feel funny and fill her with yearning, there’s Maureen and her unabashed thirst for Gale Cleven that Lu occasional stokes, just to hear an anecdote that’ll make her own heart flip flop. Truly she doesn’t think very hard on what her assault means for her in this way, not for a long while. Not until after the war when she tried to settle back down in her hometown and it simply feels like everyone knows.

And the shame returns.

Worse somehow are the folks who don’t seem to know, who tisk at her being out in a podunk Texas town after dark. She wants to laugh, instead it hurts somehow. The realization she doesn’t think there’s anything to preserve from harm anymore. Because while she imagines she might be loved, someone might want her, she feels compelled to tell them. And she isn’t sure how, and she isn’t sure she wants to, and so she turns down the few dates a Brady Banshee gets asked on. And life goes on and for once she’s a little genuinely sad and lost. 100th buddies and all.

Because she didn’t join the air force to pave some path for women or even to make a career, it was for her country and then she wanted a job and kids and a man who came home to her and now- she finds there’s not much need for female engineers.

But Benny Demarco has been at the occasional wedding, reunion, one of the Brady’s uncountable christenings. And he’s older, as is she come to think of it, and suddenly the gap between them isn’t so stark, it’s merely promising now.

Benny Demarco with his kind eyes and lush lips dragging on a cigarette at all times. It just sort of happens, but maybe he saw her grown up, or maybe he saw her sad, either way he didn’t exactly anticipate courting Tallulah Smith, but that’s because he didn’t expect taking an old friend for dinner would make him fizz and laugh and enjoy it like she did. Benny not only does not require explanations, he doesn’t even need them, he knows. And still he is a romantic fucker and before either of them knows it, he’s wining and dining her and in the drive-in movies, he’s drinking from her milkshake. Washing down the cigarette and when she kisses him he tastes like strawberry’s and it’s everything the movies swore it would be and more.

When this becomes more, when marriage becomes a likely thing they seem to be headed toward -and why not? She asks Ida. There’s so many things to ask and Ida is candid, more than she’s ever been with the girl before. Admits she still fights Rosie sometimes when she forgets herself, admits that she wishes he’d been more insistent and taken her to bed sooner. Might not have helped but she wonders, if the option hadn’t been there to wait, maybe she’d have managed it sooner.

Lu thinks on that. Her upbringing suggests a wedding is needed before she sates her curiosity. But im not sure they wait for a ring. First time she lifts her skirt for him she’s utterly shocked when Benny doesn’t slot his hips there, instead it’s his face and it’s glorious and she cannot believe he didn’t invent it. Altogether I think she has a rather happy sex life, even if it’s timid and takes some serious guts to initiate. I think she enjoys riding him. Positions for awhile where she can see him and it’s at her pace, she does the impaling. She may not find pleasure in it at first but she enjoys it. And she wants children.

And Benny, nothing about Benny is cruel or mechanical or removed, it’s always warm and ardent and she is so hungry for him that when he relents and plunges in she’s anything but dreading it. Nothing compares, it’s a new thing entirely.

It’s how it should be.

I think years later some things might hit her? Not surface and ruin things so much as just really hit her. What happened to her. But generally she’s happy.

#Benny x Lu #those who can #Tallulah smith

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