#maggie x elias

[cassieuncaged]

Grave Bound Redux: Book 1 - Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Elias Grodin x Maggie Wilson (my OC)

Summary: A young, pacifist man chooses to serve in the Vietnam war instead of going to prison on drug charges.

TW: slight medical gore, mentions of death, injuries, use of tobacco, language, etc

WC: 1.8K

Tag List: Taglist: @roofgeese, @chadillacboseman, @theelderhazelnut, @quantum-lover, @elderglocks, @galaxycunt, @voidika, @spacestephh, @emotionalcadaver

March 1966

At least there’s air conditioning.

It was a small amenity among the constant rot and bloodshed. Maggie remembered her mission, the same statement that was printed outside and at the front of the building.

CONSERVE THE FIGHTING STRENGTH.

She wasn’t completely sure what that meant for her, attempting to use her nursing degree to guide her like a beacon through the storm.

Except there was none.

All the first lieutenant nurses like herself were scampering around the makeshift infirmary until their feet were bloody and raw, meeting the choppers and jeepsters at the door and hauling new patients in. Some were lucky to have only been sprayed with a bit of shrapnel or nurse a minor concussion while others lost limbs or succumb to infections.

It seemed rather gauche, the posters she’d seen back in the states, promoting women to volunteer as nurses in the hopes of coming back happily engaged while the reality was far more grim. The young nurse had seen more gore and viscera than she’d ever expected, holding the hands of the injured and dying while they wailed for their wives and mothers. She lived for the quieter days, when the men were in good spirits and particularly healthy.

“Caldy’s got it out for me,” Rachel, another first lieutenant complained as they dressed a bed with the cleanest linens available. She was small, typically pretty with chestnut hair, big brown eyes, and an interesting gap between her front teeth. Unfortunately, God had seemed to bless her with a mouth that never seemed to close. While all the men adored her, their major didn’t.

“Oh?” Maggie offered flatly, wholly disinterested in the new drama. She was more invested in the news about another airstrike over Hanoi, wondering if the NVA was planning on retaliating. That was likely.

“I swear that old bat has it out for me.” A scowl stretched across Mariano’s impish features as they both continued to fuss over the sheets. Blue eyes drifted back up to white plywood on which their mission statement was printed in bold, totalitarian lettering.

SUPPORT THE US FORCES

“She’s doing her job,” Lt. Wilson echoed back without much thought, knowing better than to gossip under Major Caldwell’s sharp nose. “We all are.”

“Always such a goodie goodie,” Rachel scoffed, surveying the wrinkled bed clothes as she adjusted her ponytail. “No one out here cares whether we live or die, Mags. We’re just some glorified Donut Dollies who fix boo boos and pretend to be surrogate girlfriends.”

“Don’t be so callous,” she finally snapped, growing tired of her partner’s grousing. “These men have no one out here except themselves because of a broken system. The least we can do is try to help.”

Her eyes flitted across the rows of beds as a few of their healthier patrons were led through the front doors and back into the heat. No one paid them much mind as the other nurses rushed by in their army greens. Rachel’s shoulders slumped slightly, uncharacteristically self aware at the nurse’s words. This was the best most of the men got out here: air conditioning and a kind smile.

“I hate when you’re right,” she mumbled, heading to the next bed as Major Caldwell broke Maggie from a self satisfied stupor.

“Wilson!” Her voice was flinty yet commanding. “Stop dawdling and help the sergeant here!”

“Yes, ma’am!” the red head saluted, calming frizzy ginger locks as her boots thudded against wooden planks. Others filed in around her, filling empty beds as she shuffled to the side of the next patient. 

He was older than most of the intakes, probably pushing thirty with mousy blonde hair that sprouted from a sweat stained headband like a mushroom. Wide lips spread into an easy smile when she approached, wrapped around a cigarette. The man was in better shape than most, sporting a bloody leg. No apparent compound fracture. That was a good sign.

“Must’ve died and gone up to the pearly gates to meet an angel like you.” he cooed in a gravelly timbre, crystalline eyes captivated for a moment, clear like a freshwater river. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“1st Lieutenant Wilson,” she offered briskly, picking up his papers from a rickety bedside table. “And you’re Sergeant Grodin.”

“Aww, c’mon,” he whined playfully, “We don’t need titles around here. They don’t mean a whole lot anyways. Name’s Elias.”

There was something disarming about him that flattened her hackles, a ghost of a smile playing at her lips. Most of the soldiers inane flirting made her uncomfortable with creeps gawking at the outline of her bra or calling her ‘toots’ and ‘babe’. But this one was amicable, kind even as he thrust his hand forward.

Chivalry wasn’t dead, it seemed.

“Maggie,” she offered meekly, allowing a large tan hand to devour her own. Despite the callouses and scars, he gently held her hand as though she were an injured bird.

“Maggie,” he repeated; she liked how it sounded rolling off his tongue. He spoke with a drawl. “Pretty name for a pretty face.”

“Thanks,” a blush bloomed upon full cheeks, painting the woman tomato red as she attempted to control the situation. She pulled cheap latex gloves upon small fingers before turning to face the sergeant once more. “Shrapnel embedded in the shin?”

“Yeah,” he hissed as she gently prodded at the bloody wound, pulling a putty knife from her boot to cut the leg of his fatigues. “That standard issue?”

“Is around here,” she winked, finding herself becoming more relaxed in his presence. Rolling the mangled canvas up a sinewy leg revealed round bloody pits that had burrowed their way into the bone. Too deep for her to dig out alone. “Nothing compounded, thank the lord. But those pellets are right against the bone. Doctors will have to dig em out to avoid any gangrene or jungle rot. In the meantime, I’ll get you on a morphine drip.”

“Looking forward to it,” he grinned dopily, taking a drag on his smoke, watching diligently as she sashayed away.

……

Three days in the 95th whizzed by, leaving Maggie’s heart aching as it grew closer to Elias’ impending discharge. His leg was healing up nicely, stitched with no sign of a gangrenous infection. A few boys from the 101st were bound to pick him up in the morning and get him back out in the bush.

It had been a long time since she'd made a real human connection in a war torn land. She’d been stationed in Da Nang since early January though it felt more like years. Rachel had been a confidant since training before the holidays, a jovial light in the proverbial dark. But any befriended patients were tragically ripped by her side, one way or another.

After doing menial chores and tasks for Major Caldwell, Maggie scurried over to Elias’ bedside. Her ginger curls were extra springy, pinned back to reveal the smattering of freckles across rosy cheeks. A dab of Chantilly perfume was even pressed to the inside of each wrist. A husband wasn’t expected though she wanted to be a pleasant memory for the man. Like a picture of Betty Grable tucked into a soldier’s pack during the second world war.

Tired blue eyes widened excitedly when Sergeant Grodin realized he had company. A open lipped smile revealed adorably gapped teeth, not unlike Rachel, while the morning sun brought out the little freckles dotting his nose and cheeks.

“I must still be dreaming,” he chuckled, pushing himself up onto muscular arms. He wore a mossy t-shirt though his headband was gone, hair wildly askew. Maggie tried not to stare, tried not to imagine him clean and coiffed, proffering a bouquet of tulips. That could never happen. Maybe if she met him at the St. Mary’s in Buffalo, doing rounds. Maybe in another life, but not here.

So she smiled weakly, reaching outwards to bring the back of her palm to his brow. Elias allowed his eyes to flutter close, humming at such a tender form of intimacy. The boys often kept themselves busy during leave but doubtfully found much affection. It was a simple luxury.

“A little clammy, but that’s normal.” she noted, not noticing that a long finger wrapped itself in the chain of her dog tags. He examined the little piece of tin carefully.

“Margaret P Wilson.” he read outloud. “What’s the ‘P’ for?”

“Patricia.” She thought of the name on all of his documents, “What’s the ‘K’ stand for?”

“Kenneth.” He let go of her tag, grinning as she straightened herself; thankfully, the day was early and slow. The other nurses could handle their patients and Major Caldwell wasn’t squawking yet.

“I like it,” she declared quietly, “It’s delicate.”

“I get that more with ‘Elias’.” he groused as she took his vitals, passing over a waxy cup filled with some low dose painkillers. “Nothing like hearing you’ve got a 'queer' name.”

“It’s unusual,” Maggie added, “I like unusual.”

“Me too.” His hand devoured her own for the first time since they met. It felt like the world had melted away around them before the moment was torn away.

“Wilson!” Caldwell screeched, “Get Sergeant Grodin on his feet and out the door. Boys are here to get him and we’ve got more beds to fill!”

“Guess that’s my cue.” he announced waving a tall man, his dark skin glistening with sweat. The other man was shorter, a jagged scar splitting a serious face. “Boys from my division. Ready to pick me up."

He wobbled up to his feet, peeling off his shirt as dog tags jangled against a sun kissed and freckled chest. Maggie attempted not to stare, averting her eyes as she turned pink yet again. Elias grinned slyly, pulling his uniform back over his head, matching baggy cargo pants.

Their gaze met for a moment, blue on blue, a pull as strong as a magnet to steel. He thought she was pretty, too sweet to be out here trying to heal and comfort the dying that continued to pile up. Elias reached forward, grabbing a slender wrist in a massive hand.

“Cheer up buttercup,” he squeezed gently, earning a little grin. Maggie didn’t want him to go, enjoying their silent moment together. “I won’t give up that easy.”

“Be as safe as you can.” The young nurse offered, different from the maternal instinct in which she treated the other patients with.

“Elias!” The short, gruff man called impatiently as the other soldier flirted with another nurse trying to focus on her duties. “Haul your ass over! Time to go!”

“Aw shucks, Bob! Cool your heels!” he waved a hand dismissively, grabbing a few articles of clothing before looking at the woman one last time. “Until later.”

Maggie said nothing, watching the man sashay with the slightest hint of a limp, silently wishing him good luck.

He was going to need it. They all did.

#fanfiction #my fanfiction #oc: maggie #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #maggie x elias

[devilry-revelry]

Heart & Home | Male Ghost x Female Human {Part 2}

Mostly unedited rewrite of a thing I did way back when I was (happily) getting force-fed Red Dead Redemption 2 smut. It's a ghost cowboy.

I'm not sorry.

MDNI

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“You’ve been mine since the day you walked into this house, Maggie Whittaker. Now that I have you, I ain’t ever lettin’ you go, y’hear?”

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Maggie took a shuddering breath. “I think I should go home.”

“You can stay. Unless you want to go, ‘cause yer scared ‘n’ all.”

She caught the quirk of his lips, a gentle twitch upwards that teased the beginnings of a dimple to his right cheek. 

“I think we both know that scared isn’t the problem.” The contact between them faded and it became difficult to see him again. He became a fleeting shadow out of her periphery, an image that was there but wasn’t. Maggie took a slow breath, noting the chill brought on by his absence. She crossed the room, taking heavy steps to the front door.

Once she got outside she turned to peer back in.

“Goodbye Elias Jameson. It was nice meeting you.”

She closed the door, locked it, and then left. 

Three months later, Maggie Whittaker purchased the cabin. One month after that, she cashed in her vacation time. Armed with an inflatable mattress, a cooler full of food, and a whole lot of cleaning supplies, Maggie returned to the cabin. It was hers now and despite the growing sense of dread, and the distinct feeling that she was biting off far more than she could chew, she was put to ease the moment the cabin came into view. Returning to the cabin felt like returning home, just as it always had.

The day was spent cleaning. While Maggie had another couple of months on her apartment lease she wanted to get the space good and clean so she wouldn’t be adverse to staying the night. If she could avoid going up and down the mountain every day during this phase of cleanup and repair it would be ideal but she wasn’t going to half-ass this. She was going to do this right.

Before starting anything she opened every window she could, and noted any deficiencies she caught as she went. Some of them opened, smooth as butter. Others were practically glued shut. Fresh air wafted through the cabin and Maggie practically melted. This was what she had been dreaming about. Not the cleaning part, or the repairs, but she was one step closer  to having her dream home. 

Old nails that were falling out were either completely removed or hammered back into place. The bedroom floor and the walls were thoroughly scrubbed. Then the bathroom was given a vigorous cleaning. After that, it was the kitchen. When it came time to patch the hole in the floor (the one that had been made during her last sales visit), Maggie’s sails lost their wind. This was what she had been dreading. She didn’t know much of anything about wood work. The cabin needed a fair bit of it, and she knew there were some things that she was going to have to hire contractors for. But the hole in the floor was a hazard she needed to see to before she stepped into it by accident. 

She didn’t have much by way of tools or patching materials and she wouldn’t for at least a day or two, when they’d be delivered. She considered moving her ice chest over the hole. As she idly pondered and tried to plan, she smelled him. Campfire. Woodsmoke. Cigars. Breathing in deep she caught the barest hint of pine, and maybe even leather. Maggie’s mouth watered. 

“I, uh, I bought the place,” she announced to the cabin. Perhaps she should have started there. Perhaps she should have asked the resident ghost for permission to move in. “I hope you don’t mind. If you do, I’ll understand.” It was just her life savings going down the drain. 

“And here I thought you was never comin’ back, Maggie Whittaker.”

Butterflies infested her whole being. Hearing his voice made her giddy. She hadn’t felt anything similar since she was a middle schooler getting asked out for the first time. She caught a glance of his figure just out of view, and when she chased him with her eyes he vanished. 

“You don’t mind, right?”

“Mind that you bought it? Not one bit. Hoped you’d be the one t’ take it, actually.”

And now she was blushing.

She managed to stammer, “Goo-uh—“ she cleared her throat. “Good. I was worried you wouldn’t want me here. I should have asked first.”

The room went quiet but she could still smell him. The aroma was so strong she could practically taste him.

 Before Maggie had committed to purchasing the house she did her best to dissect the reason why she felt so drawn to the place. While she wanted to insist that she purchased the cabin because she felt at home there, or that it fit with her ideal aesthetic, or she liked the stone fireplace, or the spectacular sunrises, or the mountain air, she couldn’t discount the ghost. The ghost that had protected her, the ghost that made her feel safe, and needy, and breathless. 

Surely, she thought, she didn’t buy the cabin because she felt a curious attraction to a ghost.

And yet she had ached to see him all day, had anticipated his arrival the moment she started cleaning and pounding nails. She even felt a little down when he didn’t immediately show up. Hearing that the ghost had wanted her to buy the house left her feeling  hopeful. 

Warmth gathered at her hips, as if someone had come up from behind and grabbed hold of her. Biting the inside of her lip Maggie turned slowly. The warmth dragged across her front and back, big hands smoothing over the contours of her body. And there he was. The ghost of the man who had built the cabin she was so fond of. 

“Knew you belonged here the first time I saw you,” Elias replied. Those dark eyes of his glittered in the most captivating way. “I am worried that yer a little over yer head, though.”

Maggie offered a wry smile, “I hope you get along with the contractors I’m going to have to hire.”

Elias edged a little closer, his hands slipping to her back. “Didn’t realize you were the stubborn sort, Miss Whitaker.”

Maggie’s hands slid up his forearms on their own accord as she replied, “What does that mean?”

“You coulda just asked for help. I’m right here, darlin’.”

They were gathering each other closer, like they were a couple of magnets being drawn together. Maggie’s hands dragged up to his biceps, and rested on his shoulders. Elias’s hands had looped completely around her. Maggie wouldn’t consider herself a prude, but she had rarely let any previous boyfriends get so close during their first dates.

Not that Elias was her boyfriend, and this definitely wasn’t a date. Didn’t stop her from wanting to tuck her head under his chin and just breathe him in though. 

“I didn’t want to just assume that you’d help me. I shouldn’t have even assumed that you would be fine with me buying the place. I should have asked.”

“Sssh,” he crooned. “Wish you woulda told me so I didn’t think I had scared you away, but I wanted it to be you.” he smiled softly, teasing the lone dimple to his cheek. “But you ain’t gotta be stubborn, ya hear me? You need help with something, you can tell me. I’ll do what I can.”

Maggie replied in a feeble voice, “I don’t know how this works. I don’t know what you can and can’t do. I don’t even know where you go when you’re not here

Elias started to withdraw. He took a step back and Maggie immediately missed his warmth. 

“I’ve been watching you all day, girl. I’m always lingerin’ around somewhere but I reckon we’ll have to figure out what my capabilities are together. In the meantime, I think you oughtta get something to eat, and get some rest.”

“I’m fine—“

“You ain’t had nothin’ all day. Don’t lie t’me.” His voice was stern, but not enough to drive her off. The bit of care actually made Maggie smile. “Get somethin’ t’eat, and get some rest.”

She made a show of sighing, “Okay.”

Her hands fell away from him and he shuffled back another couple of steps.

Just before he completely severed contact, he winked and said, “Good girl.”

With more than a little bounce to her step, Maggie did as she was told. She set up her blow up mattress for the night, and dressed it with blankets and pillows. Then she dragged her ice chest to the kitchen area and prepared a quick meal. When she was through with eating she hauled her overnight bag to the room and prepared to relax for the rest of the night. Maggie brushed her teeth and did her evening skin care routine. When it came time to change and get into bed her progress slowed.

Elias said he had been watching her all day. Did that mean that he was in the room with her right now? She glanced about, feeling her body warm. Elias potentially watching her wasn’t the deterrent that she thought it would be. In fact she found herself quite intrigued by the idea. Maggie undressed slowly. Her shoes and socks were tossed aside, and then she shimmied her jeans down her thighs. When she bent forward to gather the bunched up pants to fold them up she could swear she heard a sigh.

A gentle ache blossomed and pulsated between her thighs. 

Next came her shirt and then, finally, her bra. She lingered like that for just a moment, fumbling through her bag to get her clothes. When she eventually tugged on her sleep shirt she was sure her panties were wet with her slick. She turned out the light. 

On hands and knees she crawled up the length of her blow up mattress, then she slipped under the covers. 

“Goodnight,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

The only reply was the gentle teasing scent of camp fire.

Maggie had dreams of him that night. Dreams where he came to her in the middle of the night and worked her to release. When she woke the following morning she felt a little bedraggled, and just a touch bereft. She promptly got out of bed, got dressed and started the day by reopening all of the windows. Elias soon joined her. His presence wasn’t constant but she had caught brief glimpses of him throughout the day, just brief moments where his figure looked just in the corner of her vision. Progress on the house only seemed to appear when she wasn’t watching. If she set her focus on her own tasks when she came up for air something about the cabin would be different.

The hole in the floor was patched. Some of the more crooked cupboards in the kitchen were suddenly hanging straight and closing properly. The splinter-ridden countertops were sanded until immaculate and smooth. By the end of their second day, Maggie was more than pleased with their progress. The busy work was mostly finished. Once she received the delivery from the home improvement store, they could get cracking on the real work. Which she was secretly dreading.

Maggie was a desk person. She did showings of various houses, but the bulk of her work was sitting at a desk and pounding away at a keyboard. The house work, while not substantial in nature, was taxing and left her with various aches and pains in places she didn’t know could ache and pain. 

She did some stretches that night before bed. It was some simple movements that she had learned in her weekend yoga classes that tugged at her muscles just so. Special attention was paid to her legs, and her arms, and even her neck. When she moved on to her back and core stretches her muscles thanked her. A throbbing pain had been building in her lower back and a good stretch was definitely needed. 

Resting on her hands and needs on the floor next to her blowup mattress, Maggie bowed her spine upwards, dropped her head towards the ground, and tucked her pelvis inward. She held the position and breathed for a straight 10-count then moved her body into the inverse of the  position. Maggie’s back arched down, and her head lifted and craned back, her pelvis rolled outward. Another cycle of breathing, and then her head dropped. The final movement started with her head dropping against her back, her back angling downward towards the floor, her pelvis tilting outward–

The sensation of large hands grasped her hips. Something hard bumped against her rear and then there was pressure applied to the cleft of her pussy. It pressed inward against her leggings. 

The way Maggie’s arms gave out was embarrassing. The flanging moan that left her was even more so. She peered behind her but saw nothing, not even the fleeting image of Elias. The pressure increased, and slid forward. When it found her clit Maggie whined. It pressed in a little tighter, and then started making tight circles. Her body presented itself at its own whim. The way she parted her thighs and dropped her chest down into the floor was entirely too eager. Her pulse lept. She could feel it drumming in her sex in heavy beats that made her pussy ache. 

There was a sudden tug at the leggings but they weren’t pulled off. The leggings were pulled up. The material strained against her ass, pressing in between the cheeks. Another tug pulled the material taut against her drooling nethers. The central seam pinned her clit against her pubic bone, and those fingers worked it mercilessly.

Maggie rocked her hips, grinding herself against the hand, against the inseam. The tightness building in her body was delicious, like nothing she had felt. And with every beat of her heart, and every circle worked over her clit, Maggie grew closer to finding orgasm. 

She pressed her face into her arm to hide her embarrassment, feeling as if she should rebuke Elias for taking such liberties but delighting over the fact that he did. She’d been hungry for this. Yearning for it since their first encounter. 

The tension in her body reached its peak, drawing her body terribly tight just before she found release. Her core gave a hard, long, almost painful contraction. The fingers worked a little slower now, easing off the pressure but still coaxing little zips of pleasure as her pussy fluttered with the remnants of her orgasm.

She whined, her body quivering.

“Easy, girl…” came the low voice. 

Boneless, Maggie’s body sagged to the floor. A warm hand dragged over the curve of her ass, and up along her spine.. She had just been dragged to climax by an invisible phantasmal entity. The idea of it made her body warm all over again.

The hand worked its way up her back and into her hair. With a gentle tug her head was angled just so, and Maggie was rewarded with the sensation of a soft kiss.

“Elias?”

“You did so good, sweetheart. You were perfect.”

Another fleeting kiss, and another caress to her back, and he let her be for the rest of the night. 

-

Fixing up the cabin took a couple of months. After Maggie’s initial week off, fixes were allocated to nights and weekends, or to whatever Elias managed while she was away at work. Elias didn’t like it when the contractors came to knock out the big ticket items like the plumbing and electric, but they both agreed they were things to be left to professionals. Whenever the contractors visited, Elias grew notably jealous. Maggie could only imagine that it was because there were tangible, and sometimes good looking men roaming their home. He went out of his way to remind her of his presence on those days. He was quite generous with his attentions. Like she needed it. Maggie grew to be incredibly attached to Elias during their time together. When she wasn’t with him, she would think of him, and when they were together he made it impossible to think of much else.

When she came home from work he was there, quietly working on various things around the home. He would stick around as she cooked dinner, and he talked with her as she ate. When the house was finished and Maggie began to move her things in, and redecorate, Elias made himself scarce. Maggie couldn’t help but feel more than a little lonely. And guilty. She couldn’t help but think that rebuilding the cabin had taken him away and due to its completion he was gone.

She had hoped to make the cabin a space for the two of them, and while she still loved her new home she wanted Elias to be a part of it.

It took all of three days for Maggie’s patience to reach its limits.

Tucked into bed for the evening, fretting over the idea that she killed a dead man, Maggie called into the darkened home, “Elias, I swear to god, if fixing up the house made you move on or whatever,  and you didn’t say anything about it, I’ll kill you — you hear me?!”

The response was immediate, “The hell you on about, girl?”

Maggie’s neck twisted to the side, tracking the voice. While she wouldn’t be able to see him in the dark, and she definitely wouldn’t be able to see him without any physical contact, she sent a killing glare in the direction his voice had come from.

“You heard me,” she seethed. “At a minimum, if you don’t want to be here anymore then you need to be a man and say it. You— you—“ for lack of a better word, “—ghosting me isn’t fair.”

“Well shit darlin’, I regret to inform you—“

Maggie snapped, “You know what I mean.”

Warmth gathered at her throat. She could feel the strong fingers squeezing gently just before she was guided back against the bed. The force didn’t hurt, it wasn’t even enough to cut off her breathing, but it was enough to establish a line of control. 

“Shit, Maggie. I didn’t mean to make you think I was leavin’.”

“Then why—“

“I wanted you to be able to set up the house the way you liked it. I didn’t want you worryin’ about my opinion. It’s our home but yer the one livin’ here.”

Maggie’s cheeks began to burn with embarrassment. The thumb on her neck caressed gently upward along her skin. “You’re not leaving?”

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere.” The bed dipped. Maggie felt as though Elias was looming above her. He dragged a kiss against her jaw, her cheek, her mouth. “You’ve been mine since the day you walked into this house, Maggie Whittaker. Now that I have you, I ain’t ever lettin’ you go, y’hear?”

Her panties were teased down her thighs, and she mewled quietly, “You promise? 

Without so much as a warning, he was inside her. The movement was beautifully fluid, and it left her feeling stretched and filled to capacity. It was their first official joining, and it was paired by Elias’ low voice rasping in her ear as he undulated his hips.

“Ain’t ever letting you go, darlin’. Ever.”

#Paranormal Romance #Overly Possessive Ghost? #Yandere ghost maybe? #paranormal #romance #ghost romance #cowboy #ghost cowboy #cowboy ghost #monster boyfriend #cowboy monster boyfriend? #apologies to the Call of Duty girlies #male ghost x female human #unedited because im lazy and this has been sitting around for decades #possessive behavior #maybe #dark ending where Elias kills Maggie so they could be together forever where? #minors do not interact #minors do not read

[cautiously0ptimistic]

𝓕𝓛𝓐𝓦𝓛𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓥𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓞𝓡𝓨

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 alpha #ts4 x mk #the sims 4 x mortal kombat #mortal kombat #tw gore #tw violence #tw blood #Kitana #Scorpion #Magnolia #Elias #Maggie really said get dunked on #@ eli get gud scrub~ #i spent an unbelievable amount of time on this #lol #well off to my work outing i go

[shadowbutterfly0]

Lets make a list and for each letter you say s song. Here's mine:

A: Alaska - Toby Green remix by Toby Green and Maggie Rogers

B: Blush by Wolf Alice

C: Clearest Blue by CHVRCHES

D: Dead Air by CHVRCHES

E: Enchanted (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift

F: Fall In Love With A Girl by Cavetown and Orla Gartland

G: Getaway Car by Taylor Swift

H: heart by flor

I: It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane by Omar Rudberg

J: July by Noah Cyrus

K: Karma by Taylor Swift

L: Lonely Ones by Lova

M: Mi Casa Su Casa by Omar Rudberg

N: National Anthem by Lana Del Ray

O: Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

P: Paper Mache World by Matilda Mann

Q: Queen Of Kings by Alessandra

R: Revolution by Elias

S: Simon's Song by Omar Rudberg

T: The Most Beautiful Boy by The Irrepressibles, Felsmann + Tiley

U: ur so pretty by Wasia Project

V: vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

W: we fell in love in october by girl in red

X: xanny by Billie Eilish

Y: Young by Neon Capital and Kinck

Z: Zombie by The Cranberries

(I'm sorry if my english is really bad, english is not my first language)

Feel free to join in! 💖💞💫

Tags:

@aliceoseman @artsimmys @ani-bunnie13 @apersononearth011 @allaboutbethsblog @skateisawesome @late--night--melancholy @spring-siblings @imauselessartist @im-a-slut-for-subway-sandwiches @doin-ur-mum

[mentallyinsanebsdfan]

Going insane with these ships currently :>

☆ I specifically dedicate the Peaky Blinders ship to @red-write-hand

☆ For the Good Omens and tma ships, I sincerely dedicate to @sop-soap and @angelsmothwings

#Bsd #tma #good omens #peaky blinders #the song of achilles #polls #ship polls #Hehehehehe

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#illustrator #illustration #art #artist

[firelance2361]

What If…Pym Misplaced His Particle?

Here’s a trippy new piece I did based on my earlier work, with Hope Van Dyne/Red Queen and Hank Pym as the Wasp in honor of the (late) anniversary of Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, which I have now fully developed into a What If…? Scenario.

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In this universe, shortly after Scott Lang is released from prison and goes to see his family and daughter Cassie, things take a turn for the worse when Cassie suffers a heart attack and needs to be hospitalized. After Cassie is treated and stabilized, the doctors tell Scott, Maggie, and Jim Paxton that the cause was some mysterious nanotech device near her artery valve. Upon closer examination of the x-rays and later the discs, they find a Pym Tech logo on each and every one of them.

Jim and Scott go to confront Hank Pym and interrogate him on his possible involvement. After showing him the Resizing discs they found from Cassie’s X-rays, Hank agrees to fill them on everything. After telling them the history of the Pym Particle and how he retired after Janet went subatomic, he shows them both the Ant-Man and prototype Wasp suit, telling Scott that he had him in mind for a successor since the Vistacorp burglary.

Hank then reveals the other potential culprits behind this: Mitchell Carson, Bill Foster, and Darren Cross. He also informs them that his daughter Hope can’t be a suspect since she died in this universe soon after Cross announced plans for the Yellowjacket armor, something he believes is connected to Cassie’s hospitalization. Jim and Scott decide to bring Hank along as a consultant to keep a close eye on him while they investigate further; Jim calls in his police friends to secure all of Hank’s assets and suits elsewhere as a precaution, and Scott enlists his Ex-Con friends Luis, Dave, and Kurt to keep tabs on any street news.

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Deciding to work their way up to Cross before they jump the gun, first on their list of suspects is Bill Foster, due to his involvement with Project G.O.L.I.A.T.H. Upon arriving and learning of his and Hank’s rivalry, Jim and Scott get right to questioning, They ask Bill about his whereabouts and his recent actions regarding the Pym Particles, to which Bill tells them he hasn’t been involved with anything regarding the Particles as he’s been busy tending to someone else.

That’s when Ava Starr phases in out of nowhere, about to kill Hank before Bill stops and talks her down. Upon realizing she’s Elias Starr’s daughter, he informs everyone how he and Janet confronted her father over his misuse of the Quantum Tunnel, leading to his accidental death and Ava’s molecular disequilibrium. A riled-up Ava chews him out for being responsible for Elias’ death, which causes her condition to flare up suddenly. As she makes her way to her Quantum Chamber, Bill explains the logistics of her condition as well as how the container operates to treat it.

As Ava’s being administered her quantum particles, Scott and Jim call Maggie about Cassie’s condition and the information they’ve gathered. Maggie tells them she’s fine, and that the police are keeping guard outside her room 24/7. Before they hang up, Maggie tells them that she did some digging regarding Hank’s past, and that Hope’s death happened in a car crash not too far from the Lang household. As they hang up with this new info in mind, Scott texts Luis about the location, telling him to look more into it.

That’s when alarms start going off from the chamber, and Hank notices something going wrong with Ava. He and Bill checks the schematics and sees that the chambers systems have been set in overdrive and are now overloading Ava with quantum energy. Bill tries to stop it, yelling for them to help, but to no avail. All Bill can do is watch as Ava screams for mercy as her body begins to tear itself apart from the inside. Then the chamber explodes, blasting everyone back, killing Ava in the process. Bill lays there in shock, horrified by how this happened, until Jim pins him to the ground, placing him under arrest as Bill shouts frantically that he’s innocent.

Hank and Scott just look on at the scene, knowing now that whoever’s after them was after more than just the simple particle. This was personal.

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Bill gets taken into custody as the group reviews the information regarding the murderer. They’ve yet to nail Darren Cross as their culprit since they don’t have any definitive proof it was him and not an imposter.

Things only get more intense when the Ex-Cons calls up Scott and tells them Luis heard from a street informant about a possible lead, which sends the cops over to an old S.H.I.E.L.D. warehouse upstate. As the group checks in on them via camera feed, they all are shocked to find the body of Mitchell Carson, half his face burned off, ruling him out as a possible suspect.

Hank, while reviewing the evidence, laments to Scott over the disappearance of his wife and the death of his daughter, and how his life spiraled after that. He shares his regrets about creating the Pym Particle, calling it a doomed miracle that brings nothing but chaos wherever it brings. Hank tells Scott he chose him because he believed that perhaps Lang could succeed where he himself had failed, giving him the advice not to take his family for granted.

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Going in to interrogate Bill on the matter, the two of them discuss the reasoning behind the killer, correctly assuming that whoever’s after Hank is using these people to get to him, to break him down and weaken him. As the two of them chat, they remark about the old days and their partnership, and Hank apologizes if his temper did get the better of him then.

Before they can finish their talk, however, Bill collapses on the ground, suffering from a fatal heart attack. Hank and the others rush in to try and help save him, but it’s too late. As the medics try to save Bill, Hank notices a small figure leaping away through the doorway; they try to catch the figure but they are too late as it’s long gone.

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Now with no other leads and an official warrant, Hank, Scott, and Jim go to arrest Darren Cross for the murders committed. Scott tells Maggie, Cassie, and the Ex-Cons to stay alert and keep her eyes and ears open, and Hank gives him the Ant-Man suit as a precaution, telling him to stay close.

The group goes advances with their police team on the Pym Technologies Building, Darren barricades himself inside the Yellowjacket chamber, suiting himself up. As Hank, Scott, and Jim break into the containment unit, Darren starts attacking them, taking out guards lefts and right, with only Scott managing to stop him from killing his friends.

As Darren gets back up, however, a malfunction starts to go off in his suit. His Pym Particles start to alter his size uncontrollably, shrinking and growing different parts of his body. The others watch in horror as the Yellowjacket begins to grow into an amorphous mass, his screams echoing throughout the building, before exploding in a mass pile of smoke and blood. Everybody watches on in shock, before immediately moving to arrest a now dumbstruck Hank Pym, as he is the only suspect left they have.

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A confused and worried Hank tries to tell Scott and Jim that he’s innocent, that he didn’t kill them, but neither of them are having any bit of it. The mood stays tense until they get a face-time call from Luis, Kurt, and Dave, who said they found something interesting at Hope’s death site. Kurt and Dave double-checked the impact on the tree where the car crashed, and they found out it doesn’t match the ones normally found at these kind of crashes; they say it almost looked like someone blew it up from the inside.

The news sends Hank into a panic. He tells Luis and Ex-Cons to get out of there now, but it’s too late, as the phone goes dark and screams are heard from the other side. The trio rush over to the crash site, trying to save them, but arriving too late to save them as the trio lay dead before them.

Hank rushes over to the tree stump where the crash happened, using a Resizing disc to open it up. Scott then enters it to find massive laboratory inside the tree, with computers and generators shrunken down to fit inside. They also find a mysterious layout of the city sewer system and where they all connect to where they’ve been chasing the killer. Scott checks the computers, confirming that the killer had been keeping tabs on them since the Yellowjacket announcement, and that revenge on Hank Pym and his legacy was their real target. Knowing now who the killer is, they rush over to the hospital, calling Maggie to get Cassie to safety.

When they get to the hospital though, they find a swarm of police officers surrounding it, and a wounded Maggie being hysterical. Scott and Jim ask her what happened, and they learn that the killer knocked her out as she tried to get Cassie out of the hospital, and she woke up alone only to find a note left for Hank.

Hank opens it to find a tracking beacon and a message from the killer: (Graveyard. 11:11. Tonight. Both of you. Or history repeats itself.)

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The group returns to the police station to stock up on the remaining Pym-Tech they have, and Hank grabs the prototype Wasp suit they still had locked up, figuring now’s a better time than ever to finish it. After retrofitting it to fit himself and suiting up, Hank and Scott fly over to the San Francisco Cemetery to save Cassie’s life with a SWAT team on route, with Jim and Maggie monitoring from the police station. The new Ant-Man and Wasp follow the beacon to its source: the gravesite of Janet Van Dyne.

Hank laments to Scott again over his wife, sorrow in his voice, until his tone turns to disdain when the killer finally appears, revealing herself to be none other than Hope Van Dyne as the Red Queen. Hope chews out her father for wearing her mother’s suit, and gifting his own to a complete stranger, blaming him for Janet’s fate. We learn that Hank’s decision to pick Scott as a successor drove Hope far more over the edge in this universe, leading her down a bloody path of vengeance against the legacy of Ant-Man, a legacy she says is nothing more than that of a coward.

As father and daughter engage in combat, Scott runs off to find Cassie, searching everywhere until he finds her in shrunken Quantum Chamber like Ava’s, rigged and timed to go subatomic. Scott works fast to free his daughter, trying to dodge the barrage of Wasp stings from both Hank and Hope. The two Pyms keep dueling each other, their long-suppressed trauma and grief over Janet’s demise coming to light.

Scott manages to free Cassie from the container in time, but their troubles are far from over, as Jim reports they’ve picked up readings of multiple Pym-Particle bombs laced throughout the city sewer systems all linked to Hope’s heartbeat. If she dies, the city goes subatomic. As this happens, Hope manages to pin Hank by his wings using her shoulder spikes, immobilizing him.

She knocks back Scott, before holding Cassie captive, telling him to make the choice between saving Cassie and saving the city. Scott seemingly hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do, but that was only a distraction. He managed to slip Cassie a Resizing disc earlier, which she uses to shrink Hope off her long enough for Scott to land a critical hit, knocking her back onto a tombstone and crippling both her suit’s systems and her leg.

Scott and Cassie are safely reunited, and Hank breaks free and radios for the Feds to move in. Despite Hope’s hatred of him, he tries to reconcile with her about their past, apologizing for what happened to Janet because of his failure.

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Hope gets taken into police custody, and Hank promises to help repair the damage she has caused to the city and Scott’s family. Sometime afterwards as they all gathered at the Lang house for dinner, Scott, Hank, and the family get a visit from the Avengers themselves, who thank them for their service in catching the Red Queen, offering them both a spot on the team.

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Sorry again for the lengthy bio on this one, but this is something I wanted to throw out before the month ends.

Hope you like it!

#red queen #hope pym #hope van dyne #red queen hope pym #scott lang #scott lang ant man #ant man and the wasp #ant man #hank pym #hank pym wasp #wasp #janet van dyne wasp #wasp marvel #queen wasp #antman #quantum realm #quantumania #ant man and the wasp quantumania #what if fanfic #what if marvel #what if scenario #whatif #what if #cassie lang #bill foster #ava starr #darren cross #darren cross yellowjacket #pym particles #henry pym

[barrowsteeth]

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[cassieuncaged]

Grave Bound Redux: Book 1 - Chapter 2

Elias Grodin x Maggie Wilson (my OC)

Summary: A young, pacifist man chooses to serve in the Vietnam war instead of going to prison on drug charges.

TW: war, blood, death, brutality, tobacco use, drinking, language, etc.

WC: 1.8K

A/N: Finally got around to chapter 2! Enjoy!

Taglist: @emotionalcadaver, @roofgeese, @voidika, @huepazu, @quantum-lover, @spacestephh

December 1965

Picking at the sutures stitched across one palm, Elias watched from his bunk as a few squads shared some laughs over a game of Texas Hold ‘Em. Of course, he’d been invited to play but found it to be all more relaxing to watch as he smoked a cigarette.

“You too big for your britches now, sarge?” A large man named Willis had teased while the others cackled. Even sheepish Doyle joined in.

“At ease, private.” he chuckled, running one hand through a growing tuft of tawny hair. It’d been a while since he’d gotten it trimmed, an early Christmas present. “Let me enjoy some time off before we head to Danang.”

“Sure you don’t want any holiday cheer?” Doyle shook a half empty bottle of Jack as the others hooted, “You’ve been quiet as a dormouse since we’ve been back. Thought that was my job.”

That had been true though Elias wasn’t a man of many words to begin with. Truth of the matter was exhaustion had settled in his bones. Muscles ached as a barrage of scars were earned like the medals he’d likely never last long enough to see. The concept of war was wearing on him, even more so as he prepared for another mission. Being promoted to sergeant only put a bigger target on his back.

A year had practically slid through bloody fingers and they were no closer to winning this war. They’d all be damned to hell before the army even regained their footing against Ho Chi Minh and the his soldiers with state of the art weaponry. They could end them all before even one American unjammed their ancient M16s. Tonight on base was the closest reprieve that anyone had. The chances of being bombed were slim as the men drank and fooled around with silly card games. They bet pennies and peanuts a few mothers had sent in care packages.

“Hold ‘Em isn’t exactly my bag, man.” Elias groaned, arching off his bunk in an attempt to stretch a tense back. Pulling the filter from his lips, a plume of smock emerged. “More into a heated game of parcheesi and a fat blunt.”

“Heard you’re here because of drug charges,” Willis added solemnly, knowing he shouldn’t goad a superior. Wide lips curled into a smirk, blue eyes squinting as the cigarette continued burning. Elias folded lean arms behind his head.

“You heard right, private,” he snickered playfully. “But a basehead wife will get you in hot water quicker than shit. Only into devil’s lettuce and some psychedelics myself.”

“You’ve tripped?” Doyle’s eyes were magnified beneath bottle thick glasses, big as brown bonbons as thin lips fell open. Grodin chuckled, remembering when he’d been a young and scrawny shit that was impressed by everything. “That’s wild?”

“Not really,” Linskey, another private playing poker added with a scoff, “You’ve just never done anything wild in your life.”

“I’ve always wanted to smoke weed,” Doyle half whispered, earning a round of laughter at his expense.

“Worried your mother’s gonna hear?” Willis bellowed, biting back his own giggle. “All the way out here in Củ Chi?”

“Leave him alone,” Elias groaned, throat aching for the pleasant burn of a blunt. He could even go for a mushroom at this rate. It’d make the jungles and the dust laden camp a little more colorful and interesting. He’d definitely be picked off by a sniper, but what a way to go, high as a kite. “He’s just a kid.”

“Everyone is but you, old man.” Elias didn’t catch who snorted out that revelation but found it humorous all the same. “Lot of us are gonna grow up here before they toss our bodies into a crater.”

“I hate the smell of dead bodies,” Willis chimed in, before smiling at the cards in his hands, “I’m all in.”

“Maybe I am pushing thirty,” his gaze traced the metal frame of the bunk above him; everything was drab and utilitarian in nature. He missed the woven rugs, peacock chairs, and incense that Jeannie kept their place filled with. “But wisdom comes with age.”

Too bad wisdom won’t save your hide.

One thing was for certain: Elias Grodin wouldn’t make it out of this war alive.

……

Time at base evaporated in the dusty humidity before choppers were being filled with Alpha squad. M16s were loaded with fresh rounds, safety still flicked on in case turbulence ended with someone’s head getting shot clean off.

Christmas had passed in a haze of cigarette smoke, painfully sober. The young sergeant felt his altruism begin to fade like the early morning fog that lingered across the horizon as the sun rose.

He thought of his parents. His kid brother and sister. His wife.

Ex wife.

That idea made his gut coil tightly, thinking of the woman he once loved living a carefree life while a stranger no doubt warmed his side of the bed. Doyle nudged him with a boney shoulder as the helicopter blades sliced through the air, beginning it’s descent. If rain wasn’t pouring down like a monsoon, the heat would be baking them alive. Elias could already feel the sweat dripping down his brow and burning clear blue eyes.

Today, they were scouting past the DMZ, on the Cambodian border. They all feared another battle, considering how ill equipped and wet behind the ears the majority was. Even if Viet Cong soldiers were new to this game, they were always ruthless and tactical.

The Americans never were.

Alpha began humping over shallow foothills as the border was breached, hoping to secure some land on the trail to Hanoi. The city had already been bombed overhead, giving them a slight advantage. As much of an advantage as kicking the wasp’s nest could be.

Hauling ass across the border of Laos left them open for attack in the demilitarized zone. If there rules in war, none of them mattered here. Elias lead his men, using a rusted machete to break through foliage as company A forged their ow path through the jungles. Brush shook a few yard a way, guns cocked as the sergeant quickly reached for his own. Doyle’s sweat laden finger budged on the trigger, a few rounds colliding with the trunk of a teakwood. A frightened pangolin emerged from the underbrush, stubby legs waddling in the opposite direction.

“Be careful with that thing, private,” he scolded gently, wiping sweat from his brow with one hand, “Don’t want to give our position away.”

“Yessir,” the younger man saluted before pushing glasses up the bridge of a thin nose. Trek continuing through a dense thicket, a few monkeys screeching from the canopy of trees scraping the sky above. The sun was muted in the jungle though the humidity was assaulting the senses. Elias licked his lips, mouth salted from rivulets of sweat. The radio crackled, their commanding officer asking whereabouts when the RTO responded in a hissed whisper. No NVA seemed to be near, but letting their guard down was a sure way to get themselves butchered. The sergeant attempted to drown the distracting thoughts, his subconscious taunting him.

Kill the first, right? Even though your enemies are doing the same as you: survive and unwinnable war.

Knuckles were white, fingers wrapped harshly around the hilt of the knife. The blade sliced easily through a web of branches with a quelled rage. Now wasn’t the time to chide himself and think about the morality of mortality. Soon, shafts of sunlight were shining through the sparsening tree line. In front of them was a stretch of land that stretched out in planes between the jungle. Blue hills rolled in the distance. Doyle attempted to step forward before a muscular arm popped up.

“Watch it, boys.” Elias warned, having seen how these battles played out before. If they were lucky, they could crawl through the tall grass, watching for mines and avoiding an ambush. If they were unlucky…he didn’t care to think about that. “Spread out and stay low. Firearms at the ready.”

The gnarled machete was threaded through the leather holster, M16 quickly pulled from the strap diagonal across his torso. Beads of sweat decorated the lines of his freckled chest, staining canvas fatigues. It was a cliché, too still, too quiet…

Doyle, the RTO, and the rest of the privates spanned out as the bone-dry grass scraped against their knees. The crunch of their boots was as loud of breaking glass against the silent soundscape. It put his nerves on edge, made his mind race:

We’re going to die out here.

Crunches follow their every step as the men approached the bookending tree line. Doyle stopped suddenly, stifling a yawn as he turned on his heel.

“I think we’re clear, sarge!” his voice somewhere between a whisper and shout. Before Elias could even chide his underling again. A step forward changed everything. He’d run into a claymore, the PVC was sent flying, body torn to confetti as he fell to folded knees, slumping forward.

“Doyle!” Elias roared, suddenly frightened and forgetting his own command. Then hell was breaking loose. Commands were shouted in Vietnamese, likely telling the invisible soldiers to ‘Charge! Take the bastards down!’

Carnage was shed in a matter of seconds as his legs were carrying him to the edge where he took cover in a collapsing foxhole. Dirt rained down over tawny waves, helmet hooked firmly atop his rucksack. His RTO, Richards he thought, fell forward, bloody and riddled with holes.

“I’m not gonna make it,” he wailed, blood sputtering from between his dusty lips. Elias gritted, jumping up to empty a few rounds. He thought he saw one of the NVA fall before ducking down again. “I’m going out, man. The medic got his head blown off.”

Grodin didn’t know what to say. The man was going to die. They’d know each other for maybe a week. Hell, he didn’t even remember his name. Death wasn’t worth running from out here. The only thing that made it worse was not being able to comfort them in dying moments.

Instead, a large hand clapped a bloody shoulder, heart lurching as the man’s chest deflated. Eyes glazed over. Bullets sprayed over the meadow, eviscerating the rest of the squad in mere minutes. Dark clouds of blood blossomed from the shoulder of his uniform, shrapnel embedded in his left pectoral.

“This is Sergeant Grodin,” he winced while speaking through the radio. All my men are down: Willis, Doyle…I need back up. The VC is closing in.”

Hidden in the shallow foxhole, he only heard static as another wave of gunfire was released. There was only one thing that could save him now. Tears welled in his eyes as long fingers dipped into Doyle’s blood, pooling in the moist sod. It was the most macabre painting as he disguised himself as a corpse lying face down as boots squelched closer in the mud.

Then he waited.

#fanfiction #my fanfiction #oc: maggie #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #maggie x elias

[rogue-durin-16]

IT'S JUST ME

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n has been playing the matchmaker role for the Easy Company boys since Camp Mackall. Curious about how she is so good at it, George Luz questions his friend about a few things, which leads to one dangerous question; who does the matchmaker fancy?

Pairing: George Luz x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Band Of Brothers: @sparkyluz @chubbypotatoepie

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: mentioned wound, language

A/N: idk man this came to me out of the blue but I kinda liked it. Enjoy some Luz fluff my babies <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Hey!" Luz watched me hop into the observation foxhole in which we were supposed to watch the German lines for the night. "Where were you?"

"Sorry." I apologized for the delay, leaving my rifle by my side in order to nestle against the cold ground behind me, pulling my legs to myself. "I was delivering a message."

"A love message?" He wiggled his brows at me; I smirked, my chest puffed with pride. It seemed stupid, but playing the matchmaker with my friends helped me get by. Kept my head busy and my heart warm at the sight of the men being excited over their respectful sweethearts. "Who was it this time?"

"You know Maggie Sullivan?" He shook his head no. Understandable, she had just came into the aid station a few days prior. The only reason I knew who her name was because I had been sent to the aid station due to a shrapnel wound three days ago. "New nurse. Irish." I explained, silently thanking Luz when he handed me a can filled with coffee. "A complete sweetheart— you'd love her. Malarkey came to visit me the other day—"

"And he came across this sweetheart." Luz finished with a knowing grin. I nodded and he let out a chuckle, taking back the can he had just given me to take a swig himself. "How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"The go-between, liaison moment." I shrugged indifferent. "How'd you get the information to do that? 'cause you never fail." He pointed out, leaving the coffee aside and lighting on a cigarette.

"Dunno, just talk to people," I leaned over George, taking the cigarette off his lips to take a drag of it.

"You never talk to me."He didn't complain, instead he lit himself another one.

"I always talk to you."

"Not 'bout this."

"Well, you never tell me anything."

"Touché."

"They all eventually spill the beans." I continued, smoke leaving my lips mixed with my frozen breath. "And then I help if I can." George stared at me for a second, his brows furrowed and a smile of disbelief. "What?"

"There's no way you keep track of everyone's flings and heartaches." He shook his head, staring into the seemingly lifeless forest.

"Ask and I'll tell ya." I suggested.

"Well—" George motioned me to come closer to him, probably because the two of us were shivering like crazy, even with the new winter clothing. "I'll start with the easy one— Muck."

I shook my head no. "Doesn't count, he got Faye back at home." I put off the cigarette and shoved it into my front pocket; I'd finish it once I wasn't about to lose my fingers out of frostbite. I buried my gloveless hands into my pockets, but there was no use.

"True." Luz pondered, relocating my scarf so it would cover my neck better. "There." His finger, lightly caressing my freezing cheekbone, along with that distracted smile of his that lit his face warmed me up better than any jacket. "What 'bout Toye?"

"Private Sylvia Williams, from I company." I braced myself, trying to keep the cold at bay once Luz moved back to his place. "Think they've been seein' each other for some time now."

"Guarnere?"

"Alma Reyes." I tsked, wincing. "Unrequited. Though there's a couple of gals after him."

"Penkala?"

"Y'know that WAC officer who used to come in to talk to Winters?"

"Charity Addams?"

"That one." Luz raised his brows in disbelief. "Hope Penk gets to take her dancin' sometime after we leave this hell hole, cause I can't really help with that one."

"Christ." George snorted. "Penk likes 'em older, doesn't he?" I knew he was storing all this information for latter teasing and joking, but I didn't mind; I was aware that the boy besides me knew very well who could and couldn't take a joke.

There was a moment of silence in which we limited ourselves to watch the line, as we were supposed to.

"What about you, Y/n/n?" I hummed questioningly, prompting him to speak. "You fancy someone?"

I spared him a look with my brow quirked and a half smile dancing on my lips.

"Ooohhh" a mischievous smirk tugged on the corners of his lips. "Who d'you fancy?"

"You'd love to know that, wouldn't you?" I spared myself from giving him an answer, turning my eyes back to the woods before us.

"Is it Liebgott?" Oh no, he was at it. "Muck?"

"Luz, you're not gonna—"

"Babe? Is it Babe?" George was like a dog with a bone. If he wanted to know something, he would get that information eventually out of persistence. "It's not Eugene, is it?"

"Luz, c'mon." I began to get nervous. How long would it take for him to name himself? And what would I say to that?

"Buck? Tell me it's not Buck."

"George." I gave him a warning look. "Stop. I'm not tellin' ya."

"Alright."

There was another moment of silence, in which I dared to let go of the tension that had kept me on edge during Luz's little guessing game. Poor me, my peace was soon disturbed by George's knee falling against mine.

At first I thought it was unintentional, but when he scooted closer, the anxiety that had just left my body rushed back in.

I refused to look at him while his gloved hands, after putting his cigarette off too, found mines, gently picking them up. "You're really freezin', aren't ya?"

"Ain't we all?"

"Yeah, but you got no gloves."

"Can't shoot with gloves." I attempted to sound as relaxed as possible, but it was turning out to be a challenge due to him blowing hot air into his hands to warm up mine, his lips ghosting over my fingers. "The ones they got me are way too big."

Then he looked up at me and I saw it. He was doing so well in his attempt to throw me off and lure me into disclosing the information he wanted to hear; sadly, his intentions where plastered a little too clearly in his eyes.

"Luz," I began, leaning painfully slowly on him without breaking eye contact, which turned out to be one of the toughest thing I had done in my life —and I was a paratrooper—. "If you're trying to bribe me into tellin' ya who I fancy," I stopped at mere inches from his lips. "It's not gonna work." I said before retreating to my initial position, looking away and therefore missing the way George's lips had tried to chase mines.

"I'll tell you who I fancy." He tried to make a deal, but I knew better than to trust those words.

"I don't need ya to tell me."

"How come?"

"I know who's caught your eye."

"Really?" The mischievous sparkle of his dark eyes seemed to be dimmed by... fear? Maybe disappointment? With Luz, negative emotions were always so difficult to tell. "And who might the lucky lady be?"

"Unlucky, you mean." He smacked my arm at my joke. "Harriet McCoy." I smugly stated, confident on my information. I thought it would be easier to believe the aid station nurse's feelings for the Portuguese jokester were requited, in order to get over my own feelings for him —he was my friend, anything more than that was not even up to consideration—; instead, it just pained me, weighing on my chest like a ton of bricks.

"Who the hell's Harriet?" He inquired with knitted brows, his hands still warming up mines.

"Luz, we're friends. You won't fool me." I assured him, darting the Technician a knowing glance. "Plus, no need to pretend, she likes you back."

"No, really, who's that?" He asked, shifting on his place in order to turn to me.

"George, c'mon." I don't know what baffled me more; the clueless look on his face, or the ingrowing grin that twitched up the corner of his lips. "Copper hair, short, sorta shy?"

"Oh! Yeah, she's a looker." George confessed with a shrug, turning to face the line. "I don't fancy her, though."

"In that case, I'm sorry for the poor thing." I responded, remembering how a mere couple of hours ago when I was leaving the aid station, Harriet had been gushing over George to me —something I had found quite unpleasant, but I was used to it.

Silence.

"Is there any other girl who has her eyes on me?"

"A few." I nonchalantly responded.

"Oh really?" He sounded amused, maybe even proud.

"I mean, you're really funny, cheery, loud, and good-looking too." I casually stated. "More than one girl would like that in her life."

"May I know their names?"

Positive side of this turn the conversation had taken? He was no longer pushy about my love life —or lack of it, for what was worth—; negative side? Now I had to talk about all the girls I could lose George to.

"Hazel Smith, Marjorie Warren, Nora Samuels and Ida Donahue." I, for obvious reasons, abstained myself from adding my name to the list.

"Ida Donahue?" He asked in disbelief. "The Ida Donahue? From Able Company? That Ida Donahue?"

"Yes, George." I confirmed, jealousy inevitably slipping through my words like drops of poison staining a healthy conversation between friends. "Stunning, talented, clever Ida Donahue, from A Company."

"Ida fucking Donahue fancies me, huh?" Despite being biased by my feelings, I understood the fuss George was making about the new acquired information.

Ida was the It Girl. She was the first woman to enter the Airborne, paving the way for the handful of us who had managed to get in after her; she was smart, kind, gorgeous and affable, and the best shot Able company had. She was a perfect catch.

George puffed. "Pity I don't fancy her back."

That stupid smirk was still dancing on his face, and for some reason I couldn't pinpoint, it began to anger me.

"Damn, Luz," I scoffed, scrutinizing the woods in front of us in search for a menace. "you must be the only man in the 101st who's not head over heels over Ida fuckin' Donahue."

"Well, only one lady owns my heart, and that's not Ida." He casually said, giving me a side eye, knowing he got me where he wanted to.

"And who's the girl?" I asked, curiosity and jealousy getting the best of me. I didn't really want to know, but something inside me was begging me to ask.

"I'll tell you." He blew air on my hands again, his dark irises promising trouble. "If you tell me who stole our matchmaker's heart."

"Why are you like that?" I inquired, about to burst with the turmoil of emotions that had been mixing in my chest during the whole conversation.

"I'm a curious fella, what can I do?" His voice had dropped an octave, which was never good; for any other girl, it could mean a good time, but for me it only meant torture.

"Curiosity killed the cat." I spat, struggling to get a hold of the mess I was.

"You can kill me after you tell me." He insisted in a whispery tone. "Your secret's safe with me Y/n/n."

Given the thrilled look of anticipation on his gaze, I assumed that he didn't really know where this conversation would end up if he kept it going, or how bad the ending would be.

He couldn't know.

"I really don't wanna tell you." It came out as a mumble fueled by anxiety, which seemed to worry George, but he kept going nonetheless.

"C'mon, Y/n, it's just good ol' George Luz." He murmured insistently, tugging on my hands. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

I slowly shook my head no, the duty of watching the line long forgotten, as my body was completely turned to the side, facing him, just like his was facing mine.

"I'm your friend, Y/n, c'mon."

"That's the problem." I whined, my head tilted to the side to rest my temple against the cold ground.

"How's that the problem? it's just me." I desperately wanted to move away from George because I couldn't breathe, but it seemed impossible to get my body to obey me when he was so close to me.

In fact, I subconsciously and very slightly scooted closer to him. At some point, my legs had ended up on top of one of his, and I was only now becoming aware of that.

"It's just me." He repeated, even softer this time. I once again shook my head no, my teary eyed orbs falling on George's lips with a defeated gaze.

He knew.

He had to know.

George Luz wasn't stupid, if he was pushing so badly about the topic, he must have had a clue of which way the wind was blowing; sadly, I was realizing that just in that instant, when there was no turning back.

"It's just me." He sounded dazed, but I couldn't tell why. I also couldn't tell how close and tangled we were —not until his nose lightly bumped mine, anyway. For whatever reason, though, I didn't shy away.

No matter how anxious this conversation was making me, George had always and would always mean comfort.

Due to the overwhelming mixture of emotions I was going through, I didn't really put together what was happening, so I just held onto George's hand like I had done countless times before when the world became too much.

Only this time the world was becoming too much because of him, because of his calloused thumb wiping away the one tear I had spilled out of stress, because of his breath tickling my cheeks, because of his hand gripping mine just as tight as mine gripped his.

"It's just me, Y/n." He breathed out one last time, his lips ghosting over mines.

"It's just you." I replied, so quietly that I doubted he had heard me.

We didn't even have to move for our mouths to meet; they fit like puzzle pieces.

The kiss didn't make my heartbeat pound even faster; on the contrary, it slowed it down, making the panic that was flooding my system a moment ago dissipate.

His free hand caressed my cheek in the most loving way before traveling all the way down to my hip; meanwhile, one of my palms had left the comfort of his hold in order to snake my arm around his neck, not to pull him closer but to hold him there.

It then dawned on me that I was the girl in his heart, just like he was the boy in mine, and all of those moments we shared that by default I had passed as close friendship started to make sense.

"Luz! Y/l/n!" We both gasped, pulling away enough for me to instinctively reach for my M1. "The hell are you doin'?!"

"Jesus Christ, Doc." Luz run his hands over his face, exhaling. "One day you're gonna get yourself shot for sneaking up to people like a fuckin' cat."

"Watch the goddamn line." Roe sternly ordered Luz, turning his attention to me. "Just came to check if that shrapnel wound is doin' alright."

He hopped into the foxhole between me and George, making us reluctantly move further from each other.

I removed my scarf and unbuttoned the upper part of my coat, jacket and shirt, letting my most recent wound visible to the medic.

I caught Luz bending to check on me a couple of times, instead of the line, as he had been told to do.

"Okay, you're good." Gene concluded, patting my arm before moving back out of the foxhole, slapping George's helmet on his way. "Do your job."

"Aye, Doc." He watched Roe go and, once he was back in his foxhole, George's head spun to me, brows raised and lips pursed; Luz's facial expressions somehow always made everyone laugh, and I was no exception.

I covered my mouth to muffle my wheezing while George attempted not very efficiently to shush me, as he was cackling too.

Once we managed to quiet down, now sitting relatively far from each other, we kept stealing glances at one another, nervous, pleased and thrilled all at once.

"Y'know," George pushed himself up to move closer to me. "You're like, at least ten times better than Ida Donahue."

"George Luz," I followed his lead, moving so we would sit together at the center of the foxhole. "such a sweetheart you are." He sported a prideful smile as he winked at me. "But you're a horrible liar."

"How dare you?" He gave me a push, feigning indignation. "I'm a magnificent liar, Y/n Y/l/n." I denied with an amused grin; he let that slide, choosing to, instead, take back both my hands in his. "So, where were we— ah, yes." He tugged on me, his eyes twinkling with happiness and his gaze promising tons of teasing. "You were gonna tell me who you fancy."

Tilting my chin up, I leaned in for another kiss, which George very eagerly began to deepen. It was then that I pulled back with a smug plastered on my face, which grew wider when, for a second, I got to see his lips parted and eyelids closed, wistful and eager.

"I'm not telling you." I whispered, giving his nose a peck while he opened his eyes.

"You're terrible." George complained, throwing his arm over my shoulder in order to pull me closer as we watched the line.

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[wyattjohnston]

welcome to a winter (& loosely holiday) themed series of fics. i have been working on these fics since august, and there have been more changes to this series than i would have liked.

these 9 fics in 1 month are my gift to you all for reading my fics and hanging around 💚

fics with an (x) link at the end have OCs with pre-existing stories. all other OCs are brand new.

all fics will be posted at 9am UTC -5 (NYC time) on the day shown and represent the final (sometimes only) date of the fic.

3 December

it’s golden - anthony beauvillier & maggie fisch (x)

4 December

never saw you coming - ryan graves & isla darkott

7 December

been a long time coming - elias pettersson & joanie bachman

13 December

your eyes look like coming home - jamie oleksiak & devon abbott

17 December

i'm all about you - brock boeser & annie horvat (x)

24 December

friday night beneath the stars - kevin hayes & sofia lakeland (x)

25 December

everything that we should be - jack hughes & daisy holston (x)

28 December

remember how it was back then - jeff skinner & melanie chester

2 January

yours for the weekend - nico hischier & stef brunner (x)

i hope this is worth the week long wait after posting this, I know it’s a long time 💚

many special thank yous to @matthewtkachuk @danglesnipecelly @farbutnevergone @lulucanwrite and @hock-ee for letting me talk about these fics and for helping me out when i needed it 💚

#'tis the (damn) season #masterlist #the missing 10th fic was a Raff fic #i thought I could write it but I was lying to myself #potentially the last fics I’m going to post #that might change because I’m still going to be around to watch you guys read the fics so I might have a change of heart #but just as a forewarning I guess

[bulletnotestudies]

Tag 9 People to Learn about Their Interests!

thanks for the tag @study-van !

BOOKS

Favourite book series? all for the game Comfort book? the house in the cerulean sea Favourite book? another one when i refuse to pick faves, rn my fave stand-alone's maybe gideon the ninth Perfect book to read on a rainy day? people need a storm Favourite character? andrew minyard my beloved 5 favourite quotes from your favourite book(s) that you know by heart?

is your learning curve a horizontal line? (the foxhole court; nora sakavic)

it sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation. (the foxhole court; nora sakavic)

don't look at me like that. i am not your answer, and you sure as fuck aren't mine. (the king's men; nora sakavic)

i would have come for you. and if i couldn't walk, i'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. because that's what we do. we never stop fighting. (crooked kingdom; leigh bardugo)

i am being perfectly fucking civil. (the dream thieves; maggie stiefvater)

PICK: hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

MUSIC

Favourite genre? tbh anything i vibe with, mostly rock tho Favourite song? recently it's been zitti e buoni bc of course lol Most listened song recently? according to spotify, my most listened song this month has been revolution by elias Song currently stuck in your head? losemyhead by littledeath 5 fave lyrics? i can't pick faves okay, but these come up rn:

"All my life I've been heading for hell But never had I thought I'd drag you down as well I just couldn't resist what he was trying to sell" - we have it all; pim stones (actually the whole of this song, the lyrics are amazing)

"E Coraline piange Coraline ha l'ansia Coraline vuole il mare Ma ha paura dell'acqua E forse il mare è dentro di lei" - coraline; måneskin

"Where the light shivers offshore Through the tides of oceans We are shining in the rising sun // As we are floating in the blue I am softly watching you Oh boy, your eyes betray what burns inside you" - i love you; woodkid

"I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim" - can you feel my heart; bring me the horizon

"You crazy assed cosmonaut Remember your virtue Redemption lies plainly in truth" - achilles come down; gang of youths

PICK: radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume ...right in the middle I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

TV AND MOVIES

Favourite tv/movie genre? oh idK srsly, anything that's good Comfort movie? pirates of the caribbean (the original trilogy), the hunger games 1 & 2 Movie you watch every year? nerve, the hunger games, hp Favourite movie? again, i don't have a single fave, but one of them is parasite Favourite tv show? currently it's probs shadow and bone bc ofc it is Comfort tv show? shadow and bone, but also honestly just whichever i'm watching atm Most rewatched tv show? i rarely rewatch tbh, but i am gonna rewatch alice in borderland and s&b soon 5 fave characters?

kaz brekker; shadow and bone

jon snow; game of thrones

shuntarō chishiya; alice in borderland

jesper fahey; shadow and bone

daenerys targaryen; game of thrones (let's be clear, the ending does simly not exist in my mind)

jack sparrow; pirates of the caribbean

PICK: tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons(22 episodes or more) (wish they still made shows this long) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half-hour or one-hour-long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

half of this is probs inaccurate bc my braincell's on vacay atm, so if i've forgotten a fave..... nothing happens, but the possibility's there lol

i'm gonna tag @myhoneststudyblr @tungumalaast @dutch-polyglot @athenastudying @medustudies @la-galaxie-langblr @smileystudies @asteristudy @studywithzorah if you guys feel like it x

#tag game #thanks yasemin! #i suddenly couldn't remember a single movie i've watched or book i've read lmao this was hard

[aion-rsa]

Django Unchained, Halloween III and Clerks II Are Streaming Free on Plex This Month

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DEN OF GEEK CRITICS PICKS

Django Unchained 

The second of Quentin Tarantino’s revisionist history lessons, Django Unchained is a provocative, post-modern Western film that mixes the widescreen sensibilities of Sergio Leone with Tarantino’s own gonzo impulses to create something hyper-violent, subversively funny, and more than a bit uncomfortable. Jamie Foxx stars as a slave freed by a German bounty hunter played by Christoph Waltz. Waltz won an Oscar for his performance as the kind German that takes in the stoic but savvy Django as his partner. Together, they travel the pre-Civil War South, killing slavers and savage men. Eventually, they embark on a more personal mission, as Django intends to free his beloved wife from a sadistic plantation owner played by a scenery-chewing Leonardo DiCaprio. With anachronistic needle-drops, hands-over-eyes horrors, and more blood than a donation bank, Django Unchained is an epic, entertaining revenge fantasy for the ages.

Silver Linings Playbook

From director David O. Russell, Silver Linings Playbook is a screwball romantic comedy for the modern age. Despite inviting, yet livewire lead performances from Jennifer Lawerence and Bradley Cooper, Silver Linings Playbook really shines as an ensemble: Robert DeNiro, Jackie Weaver, Chris Tucker and Anupam Kher bring fully-realized characters to life in just a handful of scenes. Based on Matthew Quick’s novel of the same name, Silver Linings Playbook finds Bradley Cooper as a man who has been released from a psychiatric hospital a bit too soon. He’s frantically trying to prove that he’s bettered himself in an effort to win back his wife, but when he meets the equally unstable and filterless character played by Jennifer Lawerence, unusual sparks fly. Combining the familiar tropes of a sports film with unorthodox romantic leads, Silver Linings Playbook is a crowd-pleasing watch that creates harmony out of dysfunction.

Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations

It never mattered where Anthony Bourdain was going, we just wanted to be along for the ride. We lost the soulful, iconoclastic bad-boy of the culinary world far too soon, but he left behind a treasure trove of rewarding travelogues that tackled culture, social dynamics, and most importantly, food. Whether he was weighing in on a world-famous culinary hotspot or peeling back the curtain on a hole-in-wall gem, Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations was always thoughtful, fearless, and never less than authentic. It’s the rare show that is as educational as it is entertaining, hosted by a candid host who knew how to travel, knew where to eat, but most crucially, knew how to connect with people. Reality TV doesn’t get realer than this.

Halloween III: Season of the Witch

Following the mind-boggling success of the original Halloween, director John Carpenter had a clever idea. Instead of churning out sequels starring Michael Meyers, Halloween would become an anthology series, with each new film telling a spooky tale centered on the October holiday. The concept was inevitably scrapped, but Halloween III: Season of the Witch suggests that maybe Carpenter and co. should have stuck to their guns. Taking inspiration from Invasion of the Body Snatchers and working off a concept that Carpenter described as  “witchcraft meets the computer age,” Halloween III: Season of the Witch finds a doctor and the daughter of a toy maker trying to uncover the horrifying truth behind the town of Santa Mara, home to Silver Shamrock, the world’s largest manufacturer of Halloween masks. Intelligent, surprising, and disturbing, Halloween III: Season of the Witch is due for a critical reevaluation that heralds it as one of the most ambitious horror movies of the ‘80s 

Clerks II

With the recent announcement that Clerks III has started production, it’s the perfect time to revisit Kevin Smith’s first-sequel to his independent film phenomenon, Clerks. Clerks II picks up with our titular clerks Dante and Randall 10 years after the events of the first film. The Quick Stop has gone up in flames and been replaced with a Mooby’s fast food restaurant. Dante and Randall toil the day away with their sheltered co-worker Elias and too-cool for minimum wage manager Becky. While the film tackles adult male friendships and middle age complacency, it’s main appeal is still sitting around, shooting the shit with your pals and listening to their expletive-filled rants about Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, or whatever pop culture fascination that they’re hung up on. Come for the surprisingly poignant story about Dante deciding to leave his friend behind, stay for Jay, Silent Bob, and a donkey. 

New on Plex in August – Full List of Titles 

Army of One  

Dark Tide  

Deadfall  

Deadfall 

Django Unchained  

Escape from Alcatraz  

Feast  

Ismael’s Ghost  

Kickboxer  

Lucky Number Sleven  

The Naked Gun 2-1/2: The Smell of Fear 

The Naked Gun 33-1/3: The Final Insult 

The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!  

Pulse  

Redemption 

Seabiscuit 

Silver Linings Playbook 

Skyfire 

Wind River  

Still streaming on Plex:  

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The 100 Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared  

22 Bullets  

24 Hours to Live  

3rd Rock from the Sun 

6 Bullets  

99 Homes  

A Little Bit of Heaven  

A Walk in the Woods  

Aeon Flux  

After.Life 

Afternoon Delight  

The Air I Breathe 

Alan Partridge 

ALF  

Alone in the Dark 

Amelie  

Answer Man  

Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations 

Arthur and the Invisibles  

Battle Royale  

Bel Canto  

Bernie 

Better Watch Out 

Black Books  

Black Christmas  

Black Death  

Black Sheep (2006) 

Blitz 

Blood and Bone  

Bobby 

Bronson  

The Brothers Bloom 

The Burning Plain 

Cagefighter  

Cake 

Candy  

Cashback 

Catch .44 

Cell 

Chain of Command 

Child 44 

The Choice 

Clerks II  

Coherence  

The Collector  

Congo  

Cooties  

Cops and Robbers  

The Core 

The Cotton Club 

Critical Condition  

Crossing Lines  

Croupier  

Cube  

Cube 2 

Cube Zero  

Deadfall 

The Death and Life of Bobby Z 

Death and the Maiden 

Death Proof 

The Deep Blue Sea 

Deep Red  

Derailed  

The Descent Part 2 

Detachment  

The Devils’ Rejects  

Diary of the Dead  

Distorted  

District B13 

DOA: Dead or Alive  

Dragged Across Concrete 

Eden Lake 

Edison 

Europa Resort 

Falcon Rising  

The Fall  

Fido  

The Fighting Temptations  

Filth  

Find Me Guilty  

Fire in the Sky 

Fire with Fire  

Flirting with Disaster  

Flowers of War 

Flyboys 

Force Majeure 

Formula 51  

Four Lions  

Frailty  

Frank  

Freeway  

The Frozen Ground 

Getting to Know You 

Ghost in the Shell 

The Ghost Writer  

Ginger Snaps  

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest  

The Girl Who Played with Fire  

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo  

God Bless America 

Goon  

Goya’s Ghosts  

Grand Isle 

Grave Encounters  

A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints  

Halloween II  

Halloween III: Season of the Witch  

Hannibal Rising  

Happythankyoumoreplease 

Hard Candy  

Hell’s Kitchen 

Hester  

High Rise 

Highlander  

Hobo with a Shotgun 

The Homesman 

The Horseman  

The Host  

House of 1000 Corpses  

House of the Rising Sun  

How I Live Now  

The Humanity Bureau  

The Hunter  

I Give it a Year  

I Saw the Devil 

I See You  

I Spit on Your Grave  

Ida  

If Only 

The Illusionist  

In Hell  

In the Blood 

In Too Deep  

The Infiltrator  

Interstate 60: Episodes of the Road  

Invasion of the Body Snatchers  

It’s a Boy Girl Thing 

Jeff, Who Lives at Home  

Jo Nesbo’s Headhunters  

Joe 

John Dies at the End  

The Joneses  

Juliet, Naked 

Just Getting Started 

Kevin Hart: Cold as Balls 

King of New York 

Kinky Boots  

The Kite Runner  

Knight of Cups  

The Last Days on Mars  

The Lazarus Project  

Leaves of Grass 

The Legend of Hercules  

Lethal Eviction  

The Limey  

Lionheart 

A Little Bit of Heaven 

A Long Way Down  

Love Story 

Maggie 

The Maiden Heist  

A Man Called Ove 

The Man from Earth 

The Man from Nowhere  

The Man Who Killed Don Quixote  

The Matador  

Mesrine Killer: Instinct  

The Messenger  

Middle Men 

Midsomer Murders  

Misconduct 

Miss Potter 

Monster 

Monsters  

Mother  

Mr. Church  

Murdoch Mysteries  

National Lampoon’s Van Wilder 

Never Back Down: No Surrender 

Noah  

The Oxford Murders  

P2 

The Paperboy 

Paycheck  

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Des concerts à Paris et alentour en gras : les derniers ajouts :-: in bold: the last news Janvier 28. Guillaume Marietta + Music On Hold + Amour Courtois – Quai de Bourbon 28. King Krule + Beak> + Nilüfer Yanya – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo (gratuit) ||COMPLET|| 29. Rendez-Vous + The KVB + Bernardino Femminielli – La Cigale 29. Black Marble + Panther Modern – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 30. Denis Frajerman – Le Chair de poule 30. Femina Bergs + Charlotte Leclerc + Lionel Fernandez (Dj) – Quai de Bourbon 30. À trois sur la plage + Le Goût acide des conservateurs + Dom Tom – Espace B 30. Editors – Salle Pleyel 30. Nosfell – Metaxu (Pantin) 31. It It Anita + Mss Frnce + Flowers + Angle mort et clignotant + Casse Gueule + La Jungle – Petit Bain 31. Mhysa + Teto Preto + Lavascar (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 31. L’autopsie a révélé que la mort était due à l’autopsie + Peür + Solitude Club – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 31. Courtesy + Anetha + Corbeille Dallas – Rex Club 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel ||COMPLET|| 31. Sunn o))) + Richard Pinhas – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| Février 01. Sunn o))) + Golem Mécanique – La Gaîté lyrique 01. Tom of England & Bobbie Marie + Nicolas Godin + Maria Teriaeva + Maria Somerville (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 01. Noir Boy George + OKO DJ b2b Nosedrip + As Longitude + Christophe Clébard + Laura Palmer + Weird Dust + Boochie (Listen fest.) – La Station 01. Badbad + Toro/Azor – Café de Paris 01. Jean-Louis Costes – Jardin Denfert 01. Tout de Suite + Spectralex + InitialPD – Le Nouveau Tigre|Le Cirque électrique 01. Irène Drésel + Maud Geffray + Calling Marian + Léonie Pernet + RAG + Gonthier – Dehors brut 02. Sunn o))) + Mariachi – La Gaîté lyrique 02. Alessandro Cortini + Not Waving + Dark Mark + Jean-Luc + Anadol (dj) (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 02. T0C1S + Shu Shu + Low Lov + Orphée + Antimoine – Les Nautes 03. Pavel V. + Ero Babaa + Lauri Hyvärinen & Léo Dupleix + La Banque de jeu de pharaon – Les Nautes 04. Méryll Ampe + Opaque – Quai de Bourbon 06. Rakta + Disorientations – Supersonic (gratuit) 06. Rouge Gorge + Arne Vinzon + Rraouhhh – Petit Bain 06. Lacustre – Le Chair de poule 06. Mnemotechnic + Radiant + Rvptvres – Le Cirque électrique 06. Nahawa Doumbia – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 07. Andy Moor – Chair de poule 07. Choolers Division + Devil's Cum + Bothlane – Le Cirque électrique 07. Bégayer + Valeskja Valcav + Regis Turner – La Station 07. Les Hôpitaux + Crave + YS – Espace B 08. Infecticide + Mr Marcaille + Luci + Adolf Hibou – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 08. Mick Harvey + Lydia Lunch + Bobby Gillespie + Mona Sayoc + Hots Pants :  hommage à Rowland S. Howard + Elias Dris – La Maroquinerie 08. Richard Dawson + Eric Chenaux – Petit Bain 08. Emily Jane White + Floh – Les Cuizines (Chelles) 09. Explosions in the Sky – La Cigale 09. Aiming For Enrike + Moïse Turizer + Nordkapp – Le Cirque électrique 10. ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Petit Bain 10. The Murder Capital + Junior Brother – Café de la danse ||COMPLET|| 11. Moor Mother + NSDOS + Badbad (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Tristesse Contemporaine + Nova Materia + ToutEstBeau (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Joachim Montessuis + Uriel Barthélémi + Martin Bakero – Quai de Bourbon 12. L'Ocelle Mare + Guionnet, Badrutt & Loriot trio – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Mondkopf + Rafael Anton Irisarri + Tomaga + Tern (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 13. Ride – Le Trianon 13. A-Sun Amissa + Blue Haired Girl + Brome – Le vent se lève 13. Les Tigres du futur + Kwartz + Alvilda – Espace B 13. Super Parquet + Franz France (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 13. Thurston Moore Group – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) ||COMPLET|| 14. Fils de Vénus + TSHA + dj Vegyn + MegaWax + Pauline Forte (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 14. Youth + Jeanne Claire + John Poubelle + Aka Jet Boy (dj) + The Soft Rider (dj) + Âme de boue (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 14. Bip3 + Outdoor Leisure + Is a Fish – Le Zorba 15. The Raincoat – Centre Pompidou 15. Maud Geffray : cinéconcert sur “Still Life. A Tribute to Philip Glass” (fest. FAME) – La Gaîté lyrique 15. Drive with a Dead Girl + Nursery + Shrouded and the Dinner – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 15. Blawan + Nazira + Fred Terror – Dehors brut 15. The Hacker + Identified Patient + François X + Jana Woodstock + Nico Moreno + SpunOff + Toma Kami – La Cité fertile (Pantin) 15. 14anger + Félicie + Sina XX + Manon Démon & Le Saint – Sierra Neon (Saint-Denis) 16. Ropoporose : cinéconcert sur “ Dark Star” de John Carpenter (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 16. Cosmic Neman : “Reality Is a Dream” (fest. FAME) – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Biliana Voutchkova + Judith Hamann – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 19. Pita + Renaud Bajeux + Fred Serendip (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 20. Heimat + Franky Gogo + Dominique Manu – La Boule Noire 20. Le Chemin de la honte + Frankreich – Quai de Bourbon 20>22. Borja Flames + Chicaloyoh + Coke Asian + Dress Rehearsals + France Sauvage + Guillaume Malaret + Jean Carval (dj) + Johann Mazé + Krikor + Leroy se meurt + Magrava + Mamiedaragon + Plein soleil + Uj Bala + Zohastre – Espace B 21. Pop. 1280 + Dune Messiah + Private Word – Supersonic (gratuit) 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 21. TG Gondard + Belmont Witch – Café de Paris 21. Eszaid + Magda Drozd + Delmore FX (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Tomoko Sauvage + Julie Semoroz (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Centre culturel suisse 22. Cent Ans de Solitude & Flint Glass : cinéconcert sur “Sprengbagger 1010” de Carl Ludwig Achaz-Duisberg – Club de l’Étoile 22. Low Jack b2b King Doudou + Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ + StaStava  + Laura Not (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Petit Bain 23. Félicia Atkinson + Tujiko Noriko + Manuel Troller (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Lafayette Anticipations 23. Oiseaux-Tempête : cinéconcert sur “Tlamess” d’Ala Eddine Slim – Petit Bain 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon 24. The Legendary Pink Dots + Mellano Soyoc – Petit Bain 26. Emily Jane White + Jim Rosemberg – La Cave (Argenteuil) 27. Laurent Perrier & David Fenech – Le Zorba 27. Zombie Zombie + Kreidler – Petit Bain 27. Sofy Major + Membrane + Pord – Espace B 27. Deeat Palace + Elek Ember + Philémon – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 29. Nylex + Plomb + Hélice Island – Le Zorba 29. SPFDJ b2b VTSS + Dax J + Hadone + Stranger – tba Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| 03. Napalm Death + EYEHATEGOD + Misery Index + Rotten Sound – La Machine 03/04. The Mission – Petit Bain 05. Dorian Pimpernel + Mooon – Supersonic (gratuit) 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 05. King Dude – La Boule noire 06. Frustration + Italia 90 – Le Trianon 06. Electric Fire + Fantazio et les Turbulents (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 07. Sourdure – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 07. L’atelier d’éveil musical du centre social Raymond-Poulidor + Foudre rockeur (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Dave Clarke + Kuss + Murd + Toscan Haas – Dehors Brut 07. Alcest + Birds In Row + Kælan Mikla – La Machine ||COMPLET|| 10. Tempers – Supersonic (gratuit) 10. Jerusalem in my Heart + Méryll Ampe et les élèves de l’Ensapc + Lucretia Dalt (Sonic Protest) – La Dynamo (Pantin) 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 11. Mopcut + F-Space + We Use Cookies + Astra Zenecan (Sonic Protest) – La Station 12 Thomas Bégin + JD Zazie (Sonic Protest) – La Muse en circuit (Alfortville) 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 13. Emptyset + Hair Stylistics + Méryll Ampe (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 14. Panico Panico + Tabatha Crash + Cosse – ESS’pace 14. Lonely Walk + Tamara Goukassova + Shock – L'Espace B 14. Why The Eye + WAqWAq Kingdom + Maria Violenza + Fleuves noirs + Jean-Marc Foussat + Julia Hanadi Al Abed + Pierre Gordeeff (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 16. Hällas + La Secte du Futur + Meurtrières – La Maroquinerie 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Pelada – Petit Bain 18. Lee Scratch Perry & Adrian Sherwood + 2Decks + Zaraz Wam Zagram (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 19. HP (Haswell & Powell) + Inga Huld Hakonadrottir & Yann Legay + Asmus Tietchens + Regreb “2 Cymbals” (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 20. Ensemble Dedalus : "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 20. Bleib Modern + Order 89 + Blind Delon + IV Horsemen + Paulie Jan + Codex Empire + Opale + Panzer + DJ Varsovie (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 20. Jon Hopkins – Salle Pleyel 20. Senyawa + Bonne humeur provisoire + Black Trumpets (Sonic Protest) – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 20. Paula Temple + 16H07 b2b Ket Robinson + Ma Čka – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo 21. Mind/Matter + Die Orangen + Mitra Mitra + Qual + Rendered + Verset Zero + Years of Denial (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21. Container + Muqata’a + OD Bongo + Diatribes & Horns + Jealousy Party + Urge + Wirklich Pipit + Me Donner + Cancelled + FLF + 2Mo (Sonic Protest) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 21. GZA – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 22. Mike Cooper + Yann Legay + Will Guthrie & Ensemble Nist-Nah + Cheb Gero (Sonic Protest) – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 24. Skemer + IV Horsemen + Silly Joy – Supersonic (gratuit) 24. Joe Gideon – Espace B 25. Low House (Eugene S. Robinson & Putan Club) + Moodie Black – Petit Bain 25. Wrekmeister Harmonies – Espace B 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 27. Baston – L’International 27. Maggy Payne : « Crystal » (diff.) + 9T Antiope + John Wiese + Matthias Puech + Nihvak (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Ensemble Links : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale 28. Iannis Xenakis : « Mycenae Alpha » (diff.) + Marja Ahti + Rashad Becker + Nina Garcia + Kode9 (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Cut Hands + NAH + Shit&Shine + France Sauvage + Burris Meyer + UVB76 (dj) – Petit Bain 29. Ivo Malec : « Recitativio » + Eve Aboulkheir + Richard Chartier + Lee Gamble + Will Guthrie & Mark Fell (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio Avril 03. CocoRosie – Le Trianon 03. Kuniyuki Takahashi & Henrik Schwarz + Hugo LX & DJ Nori + Akiko Nakayama (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Hiroaki Umeda + Nonotak + Aalko + Make It Deep Soundsystem (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Satoshi Tomiie & Kuniyuki + Hiroshi Watanabe + DJ Masda + Akiko Kiyama + Daisuke Tanabe + Intercity-Express (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Ash Code – Espace B 04. 2kilos &More & Black Sifichi + Plurals – Le vent se lève 04. OOIOO – Lafayette Anticipations 06. Julie Doiron – Espace B 09. Will Samson + Northwest + Lyson Leclercq – Le vent se lève 09. The Chap + Rubin Steiner Live Band – Badaboum 14. Lucy Railton & Joe Houston jouent "Patterns in a chromatic field" de Morton Feldman – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 17. Facs + ISaAC – Petit Bain 18. Siglo XX – La Boule noire 19. Rome + Primordial + Moonsorrow – La Machine 20. Big ‡ Brave + Jessica Moss – La Boule Noire 23. Volkor X + ToutEstBeau + Aphélie – Supersonic (gratuit) 23. Health – Petit Bain 26. Pharmakon + Deeat Palace + Unas – Petit Bain 26. Igorrr + Author & Punisher + Otto Von Schirach – La Cigale 27. Caribou – L’Olympia 27. The Foals + The Murder Capital – Zénith 30. Conflict + The Filaments – Gibus Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jonas Gruska + Leila Bordreuil + Jean-Philippe Gross + Kali Malone (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Iannis Xenakis : « La Légende d’Eer » + Folke Rabe : « Cyclone » et « What ??? » (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 13. Wire – La Maroquinerie 14>16. Tops + Aksak Maboul + Corridor + JFDR + Palberta (Le Beau festival) – La Boule noire & La Station 16. Black Midi – Carreau du Temple 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 22. François Bayle : « Le Projet Ouïr » + Marco Parini : « De Parmegiani Sonorum » + Yan Maresz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Julien Négrier + Hans Tutschku : « Provenance-émergence » + Félicia Atkinson : « For Georgia O’Keefe » + Warren Burt + Michèle Bokanowski (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Philippe Mion + Pierre-Yves Macé : « Contre-flux II » + Daniel Teruggi : « Nova Puppis » + Adam Stanovitch + Gilles Racot : « Noir lumière » (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine 30/31. Paula Temple + Dave Clarke + Ben Klock + Len Faki + 999999999 + VTSS b2b Shlomo + DVS1 + François X… (Marvellous Island) – île de loisirs de Vaires-Torcy   Juin 01/02. The Dead C – Instants Chavirés (Montreuil) 03. Bambara – Espace B 06/07. Four Tet + Nils Frahm + Park Hie Jin + Modeselektor… (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 12. The Breath of Life + Box and the Twins – Gibus 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena 18. Acid Mothers Temple – Espace B Juillet 01. Apparat – Le Trianon Septembre 30. Peter Hook & The Light : Joy Division : A Celebration – Bataclan

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1 / name. elia 2 / birthday. 17 feb 3 / zodiac sign. aquarius 4 / height. 5′8″ 5 / hobbies. writing, photoshop, reading, tv, baking, watercolours 6 / favourite colours. yellow. also teal and magenta and purple and cornflower blue, but mainly yellow 7 / favourite books. the harry potter series (esp. prisoner of azkaban), the truth about forever by sarah dessen, tamora pierce’s tortall quartets (the song of the lioness, the protector of the small, & the immortals), anne mccaffrey’s pern books (especially dragonflight, dragonsdawn, dragonsinger, & the white dragon), the westing game by ellen raskin, the martian by andy weir, maggie stiefvater’s raven cycle, station eleven by emily st. john mandel, my most excellent year by steve kluger, the host by stephenie meyer, gone girl by gillian flynn, where rainbows end (aka love rosie) by cecelia ahern, madeleine l’engle’s time quintet (especially a wrinkle in time), cheaper by the dozen & belles on their toes by frank bunker gilbreth jr. & ernestine gilbreth carey, rick riordan’s percy jackson series, ally carter’s heist society series, kindred by octavia bulter, among others by jo walton, the things they carried by tim o’brien, boy meets girl by meg cabot 8 / last song listened to. “doom days” by bastille (x) 9 / last film watched. someone great (2019) dir. jennifer kaytin robinson 10 / inspiration for muse. honestly everything -- books, movies, tv, music, textbooks, experience, observation, etc. 11 / dream job. let’s not talk abt it bt writing for tv (maybe one day when @emilybrontay brings WHITEHALL to the small screen) 12 / meaning behind your url. i’m currently kylemvalenti for kyle manuel valenti, the best tv doctor, not to be confused with other kyle valentis of the page or screen

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