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koushirouizumi · 1 year

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(Personal)

(re last thing rb'd)

I've seen that post around before and like, yeah, I want to. I also believe fan base history + archival is super important. (There's a ton of stuff I've saved and archived from Adv-02, Frontier, etc fan bases over time too, including sections of many of my old mutuals' Adventure fics and O.C. site things, though I also don't have 'everything' there since I usually saved stuff just 'as I went'.)

I want to re-post everything I created (maybe even some stuff r.p.'d elsewhere, if I can manage to effectively 'summarize' all that somehow) before 2k10~2k15~ on This Site especially.

... But yeah it can be difficult. (Probably more than some people may realize.)

Some of my stuff is on my old laptop which is currently out of commission rn until it gets fixed, (it may not even GET fixed - it could be a hard drive crash - the power button isn't powering it) but a lot of the rest (of stuff that was on my site specifically) is still archived /somewhere/ or otherwise literally on my old 02 O.C. shrine C.D. Like I literally have a whole C.D. where the site still exists offline (You just can't view the backgrounds because it's not 'online' so to speak, so the white text is on a white background and I have to highlight to read it, until I fix everything via a lot of re-uploding and re-writing of some 25+ pages including the 'character profiles' sections that I also have to re-write for all Adventure + 02 Chosen.)

... But also, like, I made that site when I was literally Young Me.

I've found out a lot about myself since and a lot of my perspectives have completely changed for the better. But even if I re-created the whole site from scratch, it'd just be ... different. Now. I don't really know how to explain it well.

A lot of the imgs I used back then were much lower quality. I'll have to go through and re-cap everything on my own time, and even then... it'd feel different, wouldn't it? The low-quality caps I borrowed from other sites back then who allowed free use, those were kind of what made the feel of the site. That kind of thing.

So I could double the amount of pages - which would take a lot more work - a high quality, polished version; and the original version with the low quality caps. But even then...

Some sections would still have to change completely, just because I've grown and my mentality has changed from what I originally wrote.

Even then, the shrine is my own personal thing, I can 'archive' it in my own time and just use it to store my own works, caps, etc...

I completely lost some of my 1st D.G.M.N a.m.v.s as it was. The original Frontier "Warriors" one is completely gone. (The one I made since was a re-make going purely by my own memory of scenes and timings I likely initially included.) The one (two?) I made for Takuya separately, I never found again. The experimental other few D.G.M.N and super early Y.G.O D.M. A.M.V.s (possibly also a Sonic one or two) were also gone.

My 2 Naruto A.M.V.s got deleted when a sweep of purges happened, and at one point both got re-uploaded by other fans without full credit to me, then deleted from those fans' accts when those accts got purged ? /again/ and I still, between multiple comp + external hard-drive failings, never got the back-ups saved in time. (Even those 2 Naruto A.M.V.s were super experimental and mainly just emotional timing so used a lot of 'larger', un-trimmed clips. But I still appreciated my attempts with those and wish I had them back, especially since I never went back to making Naruto stuff again after.)

Idek. I just have some conflicting feelings still.

It's all kind of why I just started back up with immediately focusing on Koushiro post-all That happening. "One Week" was the most 'recent' A.M.V. I had available at the time and I really wanted it up-loaded, along with my Taichi A.M.V. But even then, my love for Koushiro's chara was definitely there, having snuck up from the days of the O.C. site to kick me from behind. I'm still upset I didn't get to get to Koushiro's full character arc in my O.C.s story way back in the day, when Koushiro had a lot more active positivity and support by other fans (and wasn't actively being constantly re-written and sidelined out of Koushiro's own canon story by them). It was semi re-written using inspiration from the original outline in "The Past World" and even then it's only in sections still.

I don't really know where I'm going with these thoughts.

Maybe I'll archive what I can someday, but... yeah.

#koushirouizumi personal #koushirouizumi advs #koushirouizumi adv #koushirouizumi 02 #koushirouzumi koushiro #koushirouizumi daisuke #(Since the O.C. site had Daisuke as the main focus)#(Koushiro was a second or third or fourth 'hidden' focus sneaking up from behind along with side Taichi and also side Hikari focus)#(This is just a stream of conciousness ramble bc I never really know what to write in the tags when I see this kind of ongoing discussion)#(re those things)#(I love seeing others works' archived)#(I know the fan base history is important)#(and this isn't a 'cringe' thing bc 'cringe' is a useless and ableist concept to me by now)#(but it is a feeling of 'So much time has passed I'm not sure it's possible to re capture the feeling of what I produced back then')#(Like yes I can mimic the tone of the old site)#(A lot of that was actual sides of my personality as an Autistic)#(But ..... its just still Different in ways)#(I think now it'd mainly function as a personal archive of stuff I can't drop onto A.O.3 like the full site itself)#(and to show my favs DO IN FACT have fans that will appreciate them for the rest of time and that fan is Me)#(idek but I'm kind of wondering if anyone lurking had similar experience with stuff like this? Or archiving your old sites)

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spinningintheshadows · 3 years

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Mashed Potatoes || R.P.

Welcome to my new Older Brother!Chase universe. Today we have sweet boyfriend Rudy helping his girlfriend while she grieves.

Warnings: kinda fluffy, kinda angsty. mentions of death. Rudy being a sweet boyfriend and taking care of his girlfriend. Chase being a worried older brother.

taglist: @maybankforlife @teelagurl558 @lindzaylove @cherrybarzy @hannahnikohl

words: 1.252

It had been a week since your mom’s funeral, and while your siblings were all starting to get back to normal, you were struggling. Chase had demanded you come stay with him for a while, so here you were curled up in a ball on the bed of the guest room of your brother's apartment. Your eyes were sore, red, and puffy, and you hadn’t taken a shower since the day you got here, four days ago. Your hair was matted, you knew you smelled, but at this point you didn’t really care. The knock on the bedroom door brought your eyes slowly towards the doorway, where you saw your boyfriend of almost four years, Rudy, standing. He’d gone to the funeral, then had to fly out of the country for some press stuff, leaving your brother to comfort you. Of course, Chase was your person through and through but he knew you needed Rudy too.

“Hi pretty girl” he said, walking towards the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. “How are we feeling?”

“What are you doing here Ru, you had to work.” your voice is raspy from the crying. He smiled softly at you, placing his hand on your cheek.

“Chase called, and said you were struggling,” he said. “Sorry, but my girl is more important than my job right now. If they can give Chase time off to grieve, they can give me time off to help my girl grieve.”

Tears pricked your eyes again. How did you get so lucky that your boyfriend was sweet enough to drop his work responsibilities to come take care of you. You sniffled as he wiped the tears from your eyes, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“C’mon, sit up and let me take care of your hair, then we’ll get you in the shower.” he said.

“I don’t have the energy to shower.” You mumbled.

“I know, pretty girl, I’m gonna help you.” he kissed your forehead again. He helped you sit up, moving you to sit between his legs while he took the detangling brush Maddie had bought for you and gently started to work on the knots in your hair. Eventually, he got them out, and walked you over to the adjoined bathroom, helping you strip off your clothes as he turned the water on to heat up for you. While the water warmed up, he went back to the bedroom, getting one of his hoodies and a pair of leggings for you to put on after your shower.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get clean.” he said, stripping down to his boxer briefs and helping you into the hot water. You stood there for a few minutes, him just holding you in his arms before he reached around you to grab your coconut-scented shampoo and massaging it into your scalp. You really didn’t have the energy to do much, but you knew deep down that he didn’t mind. Taking care of the people he loved was one of his love languages. It didn’t stop you from feeling bad though, and tears welled up in your eyes again.

“I’m sorry, Ru. You shouldn’t have to take care of me like this.” You mumbled. “I should be able to brush my hair and take a shower.”

“Hey, none of that. You’re grieving. You just buried your mom and I know for a fact your brother was the same way last week and Maddie had to wash his hair. Don’t tell him I know that though. I don’t mind taking care of you. You’re gonna get better. I promise. It’s hard, but you’re gonna get through this.” he said. “Now, let me rinse your hair.”

As soon as you were done in the shower, he helped you dry off and put clothes on. He dried your hair to the point of just damp, then ran the hairbrush through it again, braiding it back so it was out of your face and contained. You were exhausted, so he led you back to the bedroom and once he was dressed, laid beside you in bed as he rubbed circles into your back. You both ended up falling asleep, you from the exhaustion of taking a shower and him from the exhaustion of traveling all night to get home to you.

When you woke up a few hours later he wasn’t beside you and you could smell something familiar. You actually felt a little better, so you sat up, finding your glasses and turning your phone on for the first time in four days. The first thing that caught your eye was the Instagram notification.

hichasestokes tagged you in a post

hichasestokes: it’s been a rough few days, guys. Appreciate all the good vibes being sent our way. Also just wanna take a moment to thank @rudeth for loving my baby sister @y/nisokay so unconditionally that he flew to Germany, stayed for four hours, and flew back just because he knew she needed him. I love you, baby sis.

y/nisokay: I love you big brother ❤️

The picture was one of both you and Rudy asleep after your shower. Your head was on his chest and his arm was draped over your waist. It was clear that Chase had walked in to check on you to find you passed out, but it was a cute picture. You continued to scroll through your phone until the door opened again, and Rudy came in carrying a tray with food and a cup of tea on it.

“I’m not hungry, Ru” you told him. He frowned, sitting down on the bed with you.

“Just a couple bites, pretty girl. You gotta eat” he said. You just shook your head.

“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t eat.” You told him.

“Now, I didn't watch your brother sneak extra butter and garlic powder into these mashed potatoes for you not to eat them, pretty girl. You just have to open your mouth. I’ll feed them to you” he told you, grabbing the spoon and picking some up before holding it out to you. You decided to humor him and take a bite, but you weren’t expecting them to actually be good. You also didn’t realize you were as hungry as you were until you ate.

There was something extra intimate about the fact he cared enough to physically feed you. It made you think back to your ex boyfriend, who would have one hundred percent just let you starve if you told him you weren’t hungry. However, he would have probably found extra hours at work so he didn’t even have to see you.

“Hey Ru?” You mumbled, looking straight into his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you more, pretty girl.” He said. “Do you want the tea?”

“Just leave it over on the bedside table.” You told him. “But then come back and cuddle me.”

“Okay pretty girl, just let me take the dishes back to the kitchen.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Of course, by the time he got back, you were already asleep again, but he still crawled into bed with you and held you. He needed to be close to you as much as you needed to be close to him.

And he’d never admit it, but it was moment, with your head on his chest snoring softly, that he decided that it was time to take the next step. He was going to ask you to marry him.

#rudy pankow fic #sweet boyfriend rudy #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow #outer banks #chase stokes #obx #big brother!chase x reader

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vanillann · 3 years

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5 star conversation (r.p)

one person for more parts so i had to do it!!

reggie peter x gender neutral!reader

word count: 3.2k

5 star conversation masterlist

“This place is so much better!”

Alex was spinning in the center of the hall, the 5-star hotel in Dallas was much better than the last motel we stayed at a few weeks back.

“I’ll be happy to use my own bathroom,” Julie swiped her key card, throwing her head back with it turned green and allowed her in the room.

“Goodnight,” she sang into the hall, not wasting time before shutting the door to pass out on the white fluffy soft bed, as the last performance was a long one with a meet and greet after.

Everyone was exhausted from crazy fans and loud music for the first time in a long time.

“I’ll see everyone in the lobby at 9,” Flynn waited in the hall for everyone to confirm.

“Why don’t you ever yell at Julie and (Y/N) about time?” Luke challenged her, hand on his hip as he looked at her with a pout.

“Because I don’t feel bad throwing them out of bed,” Flynn smiled, turning to her own door and not waiting for Luke’s response.

“Hey!”

“I love you (Y/N),” she yelled over her shoulder, smiling and waving to the boys as she most likely would be out cold too.

“That’s my cue, I’ll see everyone at 9:30 most likely.”

Alex pushed my shoulder lightly, walking past me to his door that was beside mine, the same layout he always did when he stayed at hotels.

We don’t talk about the motel.

“Goodnight (Y/N),” Reggie wrapped his arm around my shoulders, hugging me from behind while one of my hands squeezed his.

“Night,” I clocked out, still not recovered from the night spent under the sheets with the raven-haired boy. He let go, moving to his door across the hall and moving in as if nothing was different.

“Something happened two weeks ago.”

I jumped, I had completely forgotten Reggie and I wasn't the only person in the hall, Luke and Alex giving me little smirks as I stared at my door.

“Nope,” I swallowed, swiping my card and rushing into the room. I could hear Alex and Luke laughed but I didn’t care enough to give a witty remark.

My wits had walked into Reggie's room far away from my side, along with my sanity.

“Most definitely,” I mocked Reggie’s voice, throwing my bag on the queen-size bed, this time all to myself and no smiling Reggie walking me like something the gods had sent down.

“You most definitely ruined my standards.”

I probably sounded crazy talking to myself, pacing the room before I fell backward, staring off at the ceiling. I thought back to the little touches and the smirks that were shared between us in two weeks.

“I hate Luke Patterson.”

I didn’t hate Luke, he was like an older brother, but I did hate him. He pushed me off the diving board before I had my goggles on and now there was chlorine in my eyes.

I lost track of time, everything slowing down the longer I stared up at the ceiling, wishing it was the nasty brown popcorn ceiling from the motel so I knew Reggie was laying beside me.

Why did he have to be perfect?

A light knock on the door brought my attention back to this world, my mind wondering if it was worth it. I was probably Alex looking to talk for a few hours and tease me about Reggie.

I rolled my eyes, rolling off the bed and prancing to the door. Alex would listen if I needed to rant, and that I really needed right now. I didn’t even think, swing the door open to see a black leather jacket-clad back about to walk into the door across from me.

“Reg?”

He swiftly turned around, his cheeks flushed as he looked me over up and down.

“You have your shoes on?”

“Yeah I hadn’t changed yet,” I shrugged, crossing my arms and leaning against the door frame as I waited for his eyes to stop darting around the hall.

“Oh, good?”

I nodded slowly, watching as his shoe tapped against the floor of the hotel hallway. I was about to step back into my room when one of his arms reached out and grabbed my sleeve.

“Are you tired?”

“I mean I guess not? Reggie-”

He gave a small smile, pulling on my sleeve and using his other hand to push my hotel room closed behind me. His face so close to me, his breath running over my cheeks and I felt myself feel like I was on fire.

“I saw this diner on the corner and looked it up. It has one star and-”

“A one-star diner? That could kill us,” I laughed lightly, trying to pull my arm back but his eyes were begging me to hear him out.

“Well I’m already dead and-” his smile was large as his eyes searched mine, both of us probably looking crazy as he stood in the center of the hall.

“I don’t have a jacket Reg,” I did my best to stop myself from going, I didn’t need more of a reason to fall for the perfect bass player. I didn’t have it in me to be heartbroken by him.

“Wear mine,” he let go of my sleeve but I didn’t move as he shrugged his jacket off his shoulder and placed them over my shoulder with a goofy little smile plaster across his lips. The leather was warm, but I suppose that could have been how nervous I was in the current moment.

“I guess we’re getting a late-night snack,” I spoke as happy as I could, screaming at my heart to stop hitting my rib cage.

“Yes!” He made a fist, doing a small happy dance as he skipped down the elegant hall of the fourth floor of the hotel. I smiled, trying to look on the bright side of falling for the sweet boy.

I quickly jogged to reach his side, his little skip in his step was making me feel things I didn’t understand. Maybe that was the scariest thing, not understanding the feelings. I knew my feelings for Reggie, of course, but why did I have to feel like this about Reggie? Why could I have fallen for anyone else in this world? Falling for Reggie meant never falling out, cause you just can’t not adore him. He remembered the little things, like my favorite type of diner or my favorite photo with my friends. He said things that made your heart shore, even if not a soul but you would understand. The number of times he had said “most definitely” with that little smirk to me was making my brain break at this point because everyone saw the little smiles but nobody knew why, and something about that made it more fun.

“You coming?”

I didn’t realize I had stopped walking in the middle of the lobby, I didn’t even remember the elevator ride down. I nodded my head, smiling as he held the door from the hotel for me, his bright smile lit up the dark streets of the city.

The traffic was light and I could see the lights on in the small diner, obviously not busy by the looks of the small parking lot and I was shocked you’d find such a sad diner so close to the fancy hotel we were staying at.

I was walking the closest to the road, Reggie on the other side of me as he spotted the crosswalk. Suddenly I felt him slip behind, his hands on my shoulder for a second and gone the next. He now stood closer to the road, obviously looking ahead and not at me.

“What was that about?”

“I didn’t want something to happen and you fell into traffic, this way it’s me and not you.”

Oh, I hated him so much right now, stop making me love you!

He couldn’t do this stuff and expect me not to fall head over heels, because he looked like that and he spoke like that, and he was perfect. We found the crosswalk, both looking both ways before skipping across it into the small diner parking lot with smiles across both our faces.

Reggie held open the door for me, the small rusty diner was definitely one star by how messy and weird the place felt. The booths had holes in them, the tables had inappropriate drawings in sharpie and the only other person in the place was an older man who was doing something illegal by the way he looked Reggie and me up and down, and a few workers.

“Reg-”

“Trust me, okay?” He pulled at my arm, smiling as he found a booth in the corner of the small diner, and giggled when I pouted at it.

“You can have the corner seat, I know they’re your favorite.”

Why do boys like Reggie have to look and be amazing? It was so hard not to confess everything, but I thought better than to do it in a small one-star diner.

“Can I start y’all with a drink?” The strong southern accent wasn’t uncommon for the state of Texas, I had heard plenty in the crowd during the show.

“A water,” Reggie spoke but I stopped the lady before she wrote it.

“A coke is fine,” the lady nodded, writing coke instead of water, and went back to the back of the diner.

“That was rude,” Reggie pouted as he took the seat across from me, his arms crossed over his chest as his eyes scanned me.

“Never order water from these places, always something bottled that can’t be contaminated,” I pointed to the sink, which was turned on filling a small pan with almost brownish water. Reggie cringed, nodding his head and looking at me.

“You don’t need to die from water too,” I smirked across the table, laughing when Reggie swatted his hand at me jokily.

“You can’t let me live my own death down,” he smiled as he shook his head, smiling when the lady bought out two bottled cokes and a single menu.

“We are cleaning our menus, hope you don’t mind sharing.”

She left us with that, the cokes at the end of the table and a menu in the center. Reggie didn’t move it, opening it and leaning his elbows on the table to read it. His flannel clade arms were nice, something I had grown safe with as he seemed to bring his brand off them.

“How about a burger?”

I zoned back in, smiling when Reggie pointed to a cheap burger at the bottom of the menu with questioning eyes.

“I was thinking more of a hotdog,” I smirked, laughing when he flopped back into his seat before sliding out.

“I’m leaving,” he spoke, my hand reaching out without thinking and grabbing his wrist. I didn’t think much, looking up at him with pleading. His once angry, or what I thought was angry, formed into one of pure bliss. He was sitting on the edge of the seat, our eyes telling our story for us.

“You can’t leave me here,” I broke the tension, smiling when he slid back into the booth across from me and leaned closer to me from his seat.

“Why’s that?”

I thought over my options, did I tell him? Do I tell him I wanna spend the rest of this tour having a sleepover in a motel with him? Do I tell him I’d drink brown water for him?

“What if this diner’s food kills me?” I came up with the idea on the spot, hoping he wouldn’t question me too much on the topic. It wasn’t a lie, it could kill me, the water was brown after all.

“Then you’ll come back to me,” he shrugged as if it was obvious. My heart was definitely fighting my ribs now, trying to jump out and confess everything in this small diner.

“Y’all ready?”

The lady from the earlier harsh voice brought me from my daze, my breath barely coming back and Reggie hurried to find something on the menu for us.

“Some fries and two slices of key lime pie,” he spoke, sliding the menu across the table and winking at the waitress. I felt my heart drop slightly, the woman rolling her eyes but the smallest bit of a smile on her lips.

“Fries and pie?”

“They can solve all the world problems,” Reggie shrugged, his attention back to me as soon as I spoke. My heart fluttered more once I recognized the soft Train song, Marry Me playing through the small diner.

“We don’t have a problem though.”

“We do, we haven’t spoken as much since the motel,” Reggie raised an eyebrow at me like he knew he had caught me red-handed. He was chewing on his bottom lip, waiting for me to say something.

I stopped talking to you because I’m convinced you’re the love of my life.

“Flynn’s had me busy with social media stuff,” which wasn’t a lie. I had officially been handed all social media as Flynn couldn’t do it all anymore, and since I already did the merch it would make sense for me to be in charge of the social media.

“I’m still mad you posted that photo of me,” Reggie pouted, the photo in question was when Alex and Luke drew all over his face in a sharpie while he was sleeping on the floor of the tour bus.

“The fans loved it, it’s been added to many edits,” I smirked, shrugging my shoulder while I looked up at the ceiling of the diner.

“I bet you loved it too,” Reggie leaned back on the table, his face seemed to get closer every time he did. I could smell the cologne running off him, almost making my head spin until I remember I’d been smelling it all-night because of the jacket.

“It’s my lock screen for a reason.”

“Really?” I didn’t say anything, pulling out my phone and proving it. Reggie smiled, asking me to open it to show my home screen. I did just that, putting my fingerprint on the phone to reveal the photo of Alex using my head like a drum set, Julie in the back caught completely off-guard.

“Here,” the fries and the two-piece of pie were placed on the table, the two forks and a bottle of ketchup beside them. I closed my phone, reaching over to pop a fry in my mouth.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest,” Reggie commented, taking his own fire and nibbling on it, looking at me while he did so. I ignored him, looking at my phone that was now ringing beside me. A photo of Luke and I doing finger-guns at the camera flashed across my screen, my eye-rolling into the back of my head as I picked it up.

“Yes?”

“Did you finally run away from us?” I could hear the pout in Luke’s voice as he spoke.

“Yep, I’m halfway to Ohio by now,” I rolled my eyes, reaching for one of the forks but Reggie moved it from my reach.

“You suck,” he spoke, my attention elsewhere as I still wanted a piece of my pie.

“Tell Reggie he sucks too.”

I swallowed roughly, trying my best to keep my voice normal as we spoke.

“What?”

“Neither of you are at the hotel, we thought you two e-roped,” I heard Julie in the back yell “it’s eloped” but I ignored it as I finally got my fork out of Reggie’s hand.

“We’re at the diner on the corner,” I watched Reggie pout once I revealed the location we sat at, waving him off as I took a piece of the pie and shoved it in my mouth.

“That place looks creepy.”

“It is,” I finally rested the phone between my shoulder and head, reaching for another piece when Reggie started moving the pie around the table.

“Weirdos,” I heard him speak, the smirk was screaming through the phone.

“Do you need something?”

“Yes, you both confess-” I rolled my eyes, moving my phone from where it sat, and hung up on Luke. Reggie laughed, watching me place the phone on the table and reach for the pie again. I heard it ring but simply hit the little red button.

“I want my pie Reg,” I pointed my fork in his face, but instead of being a normal person and giving me the pie, he bit down on my fork. I was so shocked at his actions I didn’t even realize he pulled the fork from my hand.

“Did you-”

“Yep, you gave us away so no pie,” he took my fork, letting it sink into the green fluffy pie with a little smirk on his face.

“I totally can’t stand you.”

“Then sit on me-” as soon as Reggie spoke he panicked, trying to take his words back but I was almost on the floor laughing. His cheeks were flushed red, his eyes wide as he looked over my face. He was perfect in the harsh light of the diner, trying his best to fix the words that fell from his lips.

“A way with words I see,” I managed to get out the words in-between giggles. His own laughs were slowly slipping past his apologies, his smile back to normal.

“Always, how do you think I wrote Home is Where my Horse is,” he bit back, him finally letting me take a bit of the whipped cream off the top. For a one-star diner, the place wasn’t horrible, if I didn’t get food poisoning that is.

“Lots of inspiration,” I smiled back, popping another fire in my mouth and laughing when he shrugged.

“Can’t say that I never had a horse.”

“Did you want one?”

“Ever since I was a young Reginald,” he spoke, a fake posh accent with his words. I smiled to myself, a joking plan already forming in my head.

I heard the door of the diner open, the familiar sound of Alex's panicked voice was nice yet frustrating. Luke winked at me, jumping as he slid into the seat beside Reggie, Flynn running to sit beside me.

“I thought you left me,” she latched onto my arm, cozying close to me with a little smile. I laughed at her antics, leaving a small kiss on her head as Julie took the seat beside Luke and Alex took the open one next to Flynn.

“You both ate the food?”

Reggie shrugged, typing something slowly into my phone he had grabbed off the table. Luke tried to speak but Reggie moved and covered the phone from his eyes.

When he finished he locked it, sliding air across the phone and pointing at it. I smiled, putting my fingerprint in my phone, which opened to the notes app.

We got busted, next time don’t tell Luke ;)

I smiled, the zoo unleashed as I read over the words. Maybe we’d been in a one-star motel and diner, but I never felt like the five-star giggles filled the room.

He said next time.

Crap, he said next time.

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missyoumaybank · 4 years

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Summer days-r.p

In which friends become lovers because of a bikini

requested; Yes!

warnings- alcohol, light smut(if you squint)

Word count;1.3k

It was a regular day for the outer banks cast in Charleston, deciding to head to the coast to bask in the shining rays. The cast were all sat around in a circle, laughing at the stupidity from one another.

‘’But listen yeah, would I not be time travelling if I travel to a place that is behind a few hours than we are?’’ Drew exclaimed, full of confidence. You tried your hardest to hold in your giggles, but you could not contain them, a wheeze escaping your mouth which resulted in everyone laughing at you.

The outer banks cast were basically your second family, in such a short space of time, you all clicked and got a long so well. Especially with Rudy. There was something about Rudy that just made him stand out to you and it was the same case for you. Despite the obvious chemistry you had on screen with him, there was some not so obvious chemistry between you and him. Well, not obvious to you or him, but sickeningly obvious to the cast.

There were many moments between the pair of you that made you question was he more than a best friend to you, and you were scared. Scared of change and the baggage that would follow through.

Hence, being friends, it still did not stop you from wanting to be ‘Risqué’ as on may say. The last cast night out, the boys talked about their favourite types of bikini’s and although you were out of it, Rudy’s answer stuck with you. You of course, being the nice girl, you are, bought a new bikini for today and made sure it was one that Rudy would like. You were finally done hiding your feelings and you wanted him to know.

It started getting warmer that moment and you felt it was a good time to begin. Grasping the end of your hoodie, you pulled it over your head, placing it in the sand next to you. That very second, you could feel his eyes on you, and you loved it. The red lacy fabric rested amongst your sallow skin, accentuating the outline of your breasts, which Rudy could not take his eyes off. The look on his face was all too familiar to you, knowing full well he was undressing you with his eyes

You heard cat calls as you finally stripped off. Your face reddened, but you caught sight of the devious smirk on his Sunkissed face. ‘’See something you like Rudes’’ JD shouted, gaining the attention of others as Rudy groaned, punching the idiot beside him. From then, you knew it was going to be a long day ahead of you.

The rest disappeared into the ocean or bathed in the scorching heat. You laid on your towel, close enough to Rudy. As a thought popped into your mind, you asked to put sunscreen on your back. He agreed with no hesitation, grabbing the chance to feel you somewhat. ‘’Can you untie the knot at the back please’’ you smirked, feeling him tense up at the question. ‘’Sure thing, doll’’ grasping at the knot and taking his time pulling it. His bare hands spread the cold lotion over your back, shivering at his touch, you leaned back into him wanting more. He caught the message and began messaging the liquid on you. You whimpered at his actions, a wetness pooling between your legs. You did not know if you could keep this game up anymore.

As his hands made his way up to your shoulders, he pulled you into him, resting between his legs, his hand lightly grasping your throat. A light moan escaped from your lips, the grip tightening. ‘’What are you doing, darling?’’ he demanded, sick of the teasing. As you saw the others come into view, the grip disappeared and you almost whimpered, feeling the loss of touch. You left his embrace, getting up slowly and making sure you bent upwards in his face.

He grunted at the sight, feeling the growth in his shorts. He wanted you there and then, but he knew he could not have you.

As the night progressed, you began to let loose, feeling the effects from the alcohol and the joints from earlier. The ocean breeze brushed against you, shivering at the feeling. You felt a nudge, looking over to see Rudy handing you his hoodie. You began to protest but he quietened you, claiming that he felt like a ‘radiator’. After a while, the conversation began to die, and it became quiet between all of you. Until Chase suggest you play ‘Truth or Dare’. You hummed in agreement, wanting to distract yourself from Mr. Pankow, who was tracing patterns amongst your thigh.

The questions started out simple, getting the flow through. As it was your turn, you picked dare, feeling spontaneous. Drew began giggling, having a dare in mind and projected his idea to Austin and Madelyn, nodding in agreement.

‘’Give our dear best friend Rudy a hickey’’ They laughed, knowing you’d feel embarrassed. You rolled your eyes but decided to go along with it. You gazed at Rudy, silently asking him if he was okay with this. He nodded at you with hungry eyes, wanting to hold you again.

His hands rested on your hips, as you straddled him, legs on either side of him. Your breath hitched as you leaned into the crook of his neck. Kissing softly among the neck that represented a blank canvas, you began sucking on his skin, smoothing it with your tongue. Feeling a stiffness beneath you, you grinded slowly on his crotch, nipping at the skin. He mewled softly, as his heart raced because of the girl in his lap.

You pulled away, observing your work of art. Hickeys began forming fast on the neck and it was visible that you left them in multiple places. The others laughed at the boy, who had significantly been silent since you left his embrace. He turned to you, grabbing your hand, and pulled you up, dragging you in the direction of the beach house you were living in.

Slamming the door behind him, he walked you back near the wall tauntingly, desire in his eyes. ‘’You think I don’t notice baby girl’’ He pulled back, tilting his head downwards ‘’The teasing and everything’’ He whispered, slowly turning you around. You leaned against the wall, not knowing was going to happen. Suddenly, you felt a sharp sting as he spanked you. As you whimpered, he slapped your ass again, with more force. ‘’You should learn to behave’’

He spun you around and pressed his lips against yours passionately. Immediately throwing your arms around his neck, you kissed him back with as much energy, moaning as he grabbed your ass. ‘’I’ve wanted this for so long’’ she moaned against his lips, tugging at the ends of his hair. ‘’You have no idea angel’’ he mumbled, disconnecting his lips from yours.

‘’Jump’’ he demanded, grabbing her by the thighs and bringing her to his bedroom. Placing her down on the bed, she flipped them over, dominating him. She grinded gently amongst his crotch, building further tension between them. ‘’Please do something baby’’ he whined, wanting to be inside her. The blonde’s hands found your waist, guiding her against his lower region. ‘’Can I take this off?’’ he whispered, eyes focused on the bikini that’s been taunting him all day, reading your facial expression to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

You nodded hesitantly, not noticing you crossed your arms protectively over your chest,beginning to realise what was happening right now. Rudy caught on and sat up against the headboard, slowing his actions and wanting to comfort you. ‘’We don’t have to do anything’’ He reassured, not wanting to pressure you into anything. You leaned down and kissed him slowly, your heart hammering in your chest.

‘’I’ll do anything if it means being with you’’

And after that, the night was full of bliss and pleasure, and you finally had Rudy Pankow by your side.

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hello quick side note this was meant to be a smut and i got scared in case id mess it up but anyWAYS pls give feedback pls n thank u x also this is my first piece in over a year iM SCARED

#rudy pankow #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow imagine #outer banks imagine #outer banks #outer banks smut #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #outer banks x reader #chase stokes #jonathan davis #madison bailey #madelyn cline #drew starkey #austin north

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droogiesanddiscourse · 3 years

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HCs: R.P. McMurphy with an Artist S/O

Original Message: @anon “HELLO YOUR MAJESTY MAY I PLEASE REQUEST H/C’S FOR R.P MCMURPHY WITH A ARTIST S/O?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

A/N: HELP!!! WE’RE WRITING FOR R.P. MCMURPHY NOW AAA!!!! I am so so so so SO excited to get into this, I love this man so much I believe in Jack Nicholson supremacy. I love u bby thanks for the request! No warnings! Have fun!

• This man is the biggest, most lovable goof out there. I don’t think he has a serious bone in his body. He’s always got new tricks up his sleeves to keep you on your toes, and you never know what to expect with your relationship with Mac.

• Of course he knew you were an artist even before you started dating. But he never really got to see much of your work, or your work process in general. And that’s okay, he respects your privacy.

• Kinda.

• Okay, not really, he wants to see what’s in that sketchbook one way or another.

• “Whatcha’ doin’ there, baby?” He’ll sneak up behind you, catching you off guard as you try to frantically hide the sketches you made of Mac. Always being too quick for you, he snatches your sketchbook up, dangling it above your head out of reach.

• “Aw my baby’s an artist!! Don’t be shy, don’t be shy! Let me see what you’re up to, okay?” He holds it above your reach again as you frantically jump up, trying to take it back. He can’t help but smile at this, you were just so cute when you get flustered.

• Much to your dismay, he opens up your sketchbook and flips through the pages, shocked when he finds multiple sketches of him. His face drops in surprise, finding page after page of just nothing but him in various poses - sitting on the couch, his face in his hands, smoking a cigarette. For the first time, Mac is actually rendered speechless. He couldn’t believe someone would actually care about him enough to actually draw him.

• “Look at that! That’s me, isn’t it?” Mac points, You nod your head, happy he likes your art and didn’t find it weird or anything. He gives you a smile back, matching your energy. “Wow, and after all this time you were hiding this from me??”

• Mac will hold the book up to his face, trying to match the pose you drew him in. He’ll point at the sketch, then back at his face, then at the sketch, then back at his face. “Ya, see that? Like lookin’ in a mirror!” This makes you both laugh.

• He’ll lowly whistle in appreciation as he thumbs through the rest of your sketchbook. “You don’t gotta hide this from me anymore, hear me? I think these are absolutely fantastic, and I mean it.” He looks up at you, “I really wanna see what you create next, okay? Keep me in the loop.”

• And with that, he gently tosses your sketchbook back down onto your desk and walks away, whistling a tune to himself like nothing just happened. He always enters any room in a whirlwind, and exits casually, leaving you a bit confused. He’s got a big personality.

• He loves holding on to the little doodles you make, but he’s kinda a whole mess and will be like “Oh this...yeah this is some of your best work! I really love this one, mind if I keep it?” and then he shoved it in his pocket like an DUMMY. But he doesn’t do this with like, any malicious intent or anything he just wants to carry them everywhere he goes but like. He crumples them haha. But that’s how he shows his extremely chaotic affection and he NEVER loses any of them. He isn’t organized in the slightest, but he has his own ways.

• He can’t draw. At all. I mean I’m not sure if this man knows how to hold a pencil properly. And that's okay! Because sometimes he’ll just like to sit with you and steal your pretty colored pencils / markers / pastels / paints and make some of his own “art.” Eventually you just buy him his own sketchbook so he can sit next to you and doodle with you.

• Sometimes you gotta remind him to not waste paint though, because this man will just put giant GLOBS of paint on the canvas you give him, and he’ll get it all over the place too. But he’ll claim it’s apart of his ~artistic process~ and you ~can’t rush perfection~

• “Hey, c’mon! It’s ART, don’t you see? Hold on, get a better look at it.” He’ll hold it up in front of your face, nothing but a chaotic mix of colors and textures. “It’s very deep, I guess you just don’t understand, everybody’s a critic...” he’ll mouth off in a sarcastically sassy manner, barely being able to contain the smirk coiling on his lips.

• PAINT NIGHTS??? Yes absolutely yes. Mac seems like the type of guy to want to watch a painting tutorial on VHS or something and have the two of you follow along, step-by-step. Bonus points if you get a little tipsy beforehand too, that just adds to the silliness and fun of it all.

• Mac is just really honored to have such a talented and amazing s/o like you :’)

#rp mcmurphy x reader #r.p. mcmurphy x reader #one flew over the cuckoo's nest x reader #one flew over the cuckoo's nest imagine #jack nicholson x reader #jack nicholson imagine #SOFT BOY ALERT #1970s imagine #1970s imagines #1970s movie imagines

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a-lile-angel · 6 months

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Continued from ♡

@ausdauer

Despite the somewhat hostile manner in which the other spoke, her words earned a soft but amused laugh from the little blonde on the reverse side of the bars. As Isabel intently analysed the nurse, she did the same, kind blue eyes quickly taking in the notable injuries across her arms and face.

Not that she would admit it, but the younger girls actions had impressed Angel, her skills with the gear being no doubt thought out, even if they did end with Isabel face planted in a tree.

"Perhaps I should be locked away with you then, hm?"

Hooking a small key between her fingers, the nurse smoothly unlocked the door and joined Isabel inside the jail cell, closing it behind her in a slow manner that spoke a lot about how much Angel trusted the girl not to run.

Turning her attention back to the prisoner the nurse held out her hands, indicating her willingness to examin the cuts decorating the soliders arms.

#i love you all so much... (r.p)#Angel seeing it all and just knowing that's gonna be her problem soon

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aziraphales-library · 11 months

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Hello dear mods! I was wondering if you have some human aus in which Crowley doesn't feel attraction towards Aziraphale at first sight. Like, no going braincel-less mode as soon as he meets him. More of a slowburn from Crowley's side I suppose. For as much I like those sorts of fics sometimes, I wish there were more like what I'm describing. Or what tag, besides slowburn, should I look up?

Thanks!

Hi! Tags I would suggest on AO3 are Demisexual Crowley, as well as Pining Aziraphale (probably while also excluding Pining Crowley). Here are some more slow burn fics in which Crowley doesn't fall instantly for Aziraphale...

The Angel and The Holy Thorn by Z A Dusk (G)

Aziraphale has been in Glastonbury for five years but finds himself wondering if he’ll ever find what he’s searching for. Or even figure out what he’s searching for.

His neighbour Anthony has been in Glastonbury for six months and is about to open his new venture - The Holy Thorn restaurant. He loves the town but is having trouble finding his way.

When both men have a frustrating Christmas Eve, a chance collision leads to new connections. Perhaps this will be a happy new year after all?

To be Your Prince by Phoenix_Soar (T)

It was their shared dream to stand together on the Olympic podium, as figure skaters, rivals, best friends. But a twist of fate has Aziraphale and Crowley pursuing different paths, the former as a Singles skater and the other an Ice Dancer.

It wouldn’t be so terrible, Aziraphale thinks, if he didn’t have to watch Crowley skate with someone else day after day. Someone that isn’t him, and to know he’ll never get to be with Crowley like that, in front of the whole world.

(Figure skating AU)

Pieces Of My Heart by NaroMoreau (E)

From that reddit: Straight guy worries he’s being homophobic to gay roommate, realizes he’s fallen in love with him.

Or: It turns out I don't have any problems with Aziraphale kissing guys, says Crowley, if it's me he's kissing.

Of Size and other Matters by LCwrites (E)

When Crowley gets a random text from an unknown number, he thinks it must be a joke at first. Turns out it's by a rather amusing stranger who might have an interesting matter at hand.

Aziraphale just wants to get an upcoming function over with and not have people trying to set him up with anyone. At least whoever accidentally received his message seems to take the mishap with humour.

Going Overboard by Fyre (T)

When you do a job, you expect to get paid. What you don't expect is for things to go overboard.

You're Just a Little Under Rehearsed by MickyRC (T)

Drama teacher Crowley loves directing the Tadfield Community Players' shows—interacting with the rest of the staff at the community center, not so much. So when he meets the new accompanist for this year's musical, he's shocked to find that he might actually like him. Possibly more than like, if he's being honest.

Aziraphale is fresh from leaving a long career as a church pianist, and hoping that a new job will get him out of the lonely rut he's found himself in. The attention and kindness of the flashy community theater director are unexpected, but not unwelcome. Far from it.

But with a community theater to run, a show to put on, and a disgruntled R.P. Tyler looking for any excuse to get rid of Crowley and his theater program, will they be able to make a relationship work? And, more importantly, can they make sure the show still goes on?

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #slow burn #getting together #mod d

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movedtovervainbrokemyheart · 2 years

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I haven’t had the mental energy lately to delve too into it and make up a like very detailed headcanon about this. So I won’t even tag this as a headcanon post until I can. But the thing is, Bucky before the train and Bucky post his mind-wiping are not the same person. There’s traits of Bucky that remain the same. Things that carry through no matter what. But if you examine 40′s Bucky and then just look at FAT.WS Bucky, they really aren’t the same person at all and I think it’s wild because people expect Bucky ( not just in r.p but in the fandom ) to retain all the same aspects when he has experienced so much trauma and losses ( even losing himself for a time and maybe still trying to find himself now. ) Bucky before the war might’ve been madly in love with certain ideas or even certain aspects of society. But post everything is very much not in love with those things anymore.

#( i touch vampires and they burn. i am invincible thanos ~ vervain speaks )#today on verv's brain won't quit but also won't make headcanons

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weasleypogues · 4 years

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newbie on set pt. 3 (r.p)

read part 1 and part 2 if you haven’t already :D

part 4

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masterlist.

warning: this is super fucking fluffy

you looked at yourself in the mirror. you had put on your favorite floral dress that ended mid-thigh and a pair of white shoes. you decided to keep the accessories and makeup to a minimum. excitement surged through you but that didn’t mean that nervousness didn’t follow. you admitted to yourself that you liked rudy and the fact that he asked you on a date signified that he liked you too. so why were you so nervous? you always felt authentic and playful around him but now that things were starting to move, you didn’t want to mess it up.

you checked your phone and and grabbed your purse from the couch in your apartment. rudy refused to tell you where he was taking you out. no matter how much you begged he wanted it to be a surprise. as you heard a knock at your door, your heart felt like it flew out of your chest and you ran a little too quick to answer it. after taking a deep breath, you opened the door and were faced with madison and madelyn. your shoulders dropped in disappointment but also relief.

“you ready?” madison asked, the grin on her face ceasing to even drop the slightest inch. you smiled back at her shared excitement and nodded, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

“he should be here any minute now. i’m a little annoyed he hasn’t told me where he’s bringing me though. like, what if i’m too underdressed? what if i’m overdressed?” you rambled out, your palms becoming sweatier by the second as you wiped them on the sides of your dress. madelyn placed her hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes to calm you down.

“you are not going to be overdressed or underdressed whatsoever, trust me.” madelyn spoke calmly and you nodded slowly.

“how do you know?” you inquired, checking your phones’ clock one more time. the more minutes that passed by the more your emotions felt amplified to.

“(y/n), calm down! he told us where he’s taking you and it’s perfect. you’re going to love it. i wouldn’t lie to you.” madison reassured from beside madelyn. you nodded and gave them a small smile. you heard a faint knock at your door and whipped your head around to it before turning back to the two castmates in front of you with wide eyes accompanied by an even wider smile. madison and madelyn ran to hide from the view of the door as you opened it.

there rudy was. he had on nicely fitting khaki pants, a white tshirt and a jean jacket over top of it. sunglasses rested ontop of his styled messy hair and a bouquet of roses and sunflowers. you smiled brightly at him before starting, “you clean up nicely.”

“i could say the same for you. you look great.” rudy responded, slightly breathless. you felt your face get warm and you glanced at the flowers in front of you.

“those are beautiful, rudy.” you stated, and even though you knew those were for you, you didn’t want to plainly rip it out of his hands. rudy returned the smile and handed them to you which you gladly took.

“you couldn’t believe the old lady that yelled at me when i was picking them from her garden.” rudy responded, throwing his hands up in the air to dramatize his story. your jaw dropped but a smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“you stole this from a sweet old lady?” you asked, slightly chuckling. you weren’t sure if you should feel flattered or not.

“(y/n/n), i’m joking. i got it from the florist on the corner.” rudy answered, chuckling at how gullible you are. you felt your shoulder relax and a chuckle escape from your lips.

“let me go get these into some water and than we’ll head out?” you reply, waving in reference to the flowers and turning back around. you completely had forgotten that madelyn and madison were there so when they were cowered in your kitchen out of sight from the door you jumped up in fright with a little yelp escaping your lips.

“you all right in there?” rudy asked, concerningly. he walked through the threshold and put it together when he saw the two girls there with sheepish smiles on their faces.

“they were here for support, pre-pick up.” you replied, as sheepishly as them. rudy laughed and rolled his eyes.

“don’t worry. i had a whole pep talk with drew and jonathan to make sure i wore the right socks.” he answered, easing your nerves. “off we go.” he stated and held his elbow out for you to latch your arm around.

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“you gave away my reservation?” rudy asked the hostess. he ran his hands stressfully threw his hair, careful not to raise his voice because it most likely wasn’t the individual hostess’ fault but his plans were going down the drain.

“i’m sorry, sir. we became backed up tonight and the manager said all reservations after 7 would be cancelled so it became a first come first serve.” she responded, giving a pitiful look but acting professional. you looped your hand around rudy’s elbow and tugged on him slightly to let him know you were there.

“we can grab food somewhere else if you’d like? i really don’t mind at all. as long as i’m with you, i’m happy.” you reassured him in a softer tone. rudy looked into your eyes and you could tell he was stressed that this wasn’t going as he planned but appreciated what you had said.

“if you guys want to wait, it’ll be about an hour and a half.” the hostess brought up. rudy shook his head and gave her a smile.

“no thank you.” and with that you both turned around and walked out the door.

you two decided that you would walk down the street and if there was something that really striked you guys, you could consider it. however, being as it was a saturday night in charleston, it was going to be difficult to find somewhere that wasn’t a long wait.

“so, as of right now the shortest wait we have is forty-five minutes, after walking around for an hour.” rudy stated, rubbing his hands over his face. he felt sincerely bad that this was how it was turning out. you felt bad that he felt stressed because like you said earlier, you just wanted to be with him.

“theres usually a couple of food trucks by the water, if we wanna check those out?” you suggested, rubbing your thumb back and forth onto his hand. rudy looked over at you and smiled again.

“i’m down for that.” he responded. you let your hand drop to your side as you were ready to make your way down to the pier. you were thankful that you wore comfortable shoes rather than annoying sandals or heels. you soon felt rudy’s hand brush against yours a couple of times until his pinky latched onto yours. you decided it was your next move and interlocked your fingers with his, letting your hands rock back and forth.

“hey man, can we get two tacos please?” rudy asked the man in the food truck. it wasn’t a long wait until you got your tacos. after tipping the truck and getting napkins, you two found a bench to sit and relax for once. you took the hot sauce packet and opened it, letting the little tray with the taco sit in your lap. what happened next literally seemed out of a fucking movie.

a seagull swooped in and nipped at the taco, allowing it to fall to the ground as more and more birds swarmed. you instinctively ran away, yelling and laughing at how funny this must look. rudy swatted his free hand at the birds but realized that would really do nothing. he walked over to you breathlessly and ran a hand through his blond hair while the other held his unharmed taco.

“we can just share this one?” rudy asked, his nose slightly scrunched and a couple chuckles escaping his lips here and there. you nodded laughing, tugging at the root of your hair. this would happen tonight, out of all nights.

rudy decided it was best to maybe stay walking, instead of being a sitting target for another swarm of birds. additionally, you were glad to get this chance to really get to know rudy without some waiter coming to interrupt every so often or even a bird. there was a nice breeze running through the two of you side by side and from the looks of it, the sun would set in about an hour or so, letting the sky look as if it were golden. or so you thought.

it felt like in a matter of minutes that the sky above the two of you quickly turned dark and grey and the wind became stronger.

“it’s gonna rain, isn’t it?” you asked, nodding in acceptance and with a chuckle.

“y’know, one of us should’ve checked the weather app before we planned to be outside.” rudy stated, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hands and giving a small smile in response to you.

“‘one of us’? you planned the date. that’s all on you, mister.” you responded jokinly in hopes of calming his nerves as you could tell he was just getting more and more stressed by the second. it was only seconds after, that it started to downpour. you felt your skin get wet instantly, and droplets were falling from your hair.

“here, take this.” rudy didn’t even hesitate to take off his jean jacket and hold it over your head as you two instinctively ran to the closest place to take cover. you could feel your socks get wet as you ran threw quickly formed puddles to sit in a gazebo, close to the water.

yet again, you both stood undercover, breathlessly. you and rudy both started wringing out your clothes from the amount of water it had accumulated. but, you couldn’t help but stare at his torso that was becoming more and more visible as his tshirt was still damp and sticking to his skin.

“eyes up here, sweetheart.” rudy joked, pointing his two fingers to his eyeballs. you rolled your eyes and giggled, wiping the droplets of water off of your exposed skin. you let out one last breath, and looked up at him with a goofy grin on your face.

“this first date was, uh......something.” you said, playfully. he made eye contact with you and the two of you bursted out laughing.

“i cannot believe all of this happened in the matter of, what? two hours?” rudy responded, shaking his hair of water and walking towards you slowly.

you took another step closer to him until there wasn’t much space between the two of you. “i guess we’ll just have to make up for in on the next date.” you responded, flirtatiously. something clicked in your brain real quick and you were suprised you said that. that was pretty ballsy.

“oohh, i have the honor for a second date with the (y/n) (y/l/n)? wasn’t sure i would make it past this one.” rudy responded chuckling and interlocking both of his hands with yours.

“what, you don’t think tonight ran smoothly and according to plan?” you answered sarcastically, tilting your head to the right.

“you just think you are hilarious, don’t you?” he said, glancing down to your lips. keeping your hands interlocked, you leaned in to give him a kiss. you liked the way his damp lips felt and how passionate it felt. as you two pulled away simultaneously, you had to slightly bite your lip to keep the goofy grin from appearing onto your face.

rudy clearly did not have the same thought process and the giddy grin on his face made you giggle and throw your head back. “you’re adorable.” you complimented.

“look who’s talking.” he responded. you glanced to the side of you and saw that the rain had halted and skipped to the outside of it, seeing the sun come back out. you held your hand out and turned back towards rudy still standing in the gazebo, admiring you from afar.

“i want ice cream.” you stated, holding your hand out for him to take. he gladly took it and you guys made another journey to find the next place to eat. as you two walked towards the direction of your apartment building, you two walked side by side, glaldy eating your own separate ice creams. you made sure because he paid for tacos, that you had the ice creams covered. he insisted that he at least pay for half of the ice creams though, considering you never even got to eat your taco.

“i hope you enojyed tonight. i know it didn’t really go according to plan but i’m glad with was with you.” rudy said, throwing his dirty napkin in a trash can you two passed as you guys kept walking the emptying streets of charleston.

“well i think it went great.” you said, taking a lick of your ice cream.

“oh did you?” rudy inquired, with raised eyebrows. this was a relief for him because he felt stressed out almost the entire time that everything wrong seemed to be happening.

“i mean, yeah. you never really remember when things go perfectly, do you? the tacos, seagulls, the cancelled reservation, and rain just spiced up the night a little more.” you answered, glancing into his eyes with a smile on your face. he shoved his hands into his pockets with a shit-eating grin on his face, nodding slowly as he looked at the ground.

“i’m glad.” he simply said. you smiled, feeling your face grow hot and looked forward again, gladly eating your ice cream. however, you could feel rudy’s eyes staring at you as you were still wearing his denim jacket to keep yourself warm.

“sooo, about that second date?” rudy brought up, grabbing your free hands, interlocking your fingers and letting your two arms sway dramatically between the two of you playfully.

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hey! so in honor of good omens’ 30th anniversary and the drama’s 1st anniversary, here’s something i’ve been working on and off for about a year now...

presenting our side, a good omens story playlist!

i was inspired after coming across so many fantastic songs that work for aziraphale and crowley (many from listening to other peoples’ playlists, actually) and i thought it would be interesting to recount their entire journey through those songs. my goal was to make it feel like you were listening to the story just by listening to the playlist.

you can listen to the playlist on spotify or youtube! track list, lyric links, and story markers are under the cut.

special thanks to @rcmclachlan, @askazicro, and other good omens playlist makers for helping me discover many of these songs. i’m also including their playlists/tags under the cut if you wanna check out even more songs! also thank you to thomas ginnona for some classic rock consultation.

extra special thanks to my fantastic friend @humananalytica for helping me this entire time i’ve been working on this, sending me songs to listen to, helping bounce off ideas and give a second opinion every time i pester her, beta-ing, and for just in general being someone i can share my love of good omens with.

i’ve worked really hard on it so i’d be delighted if y’all can give it a listen! thank you very much!! m(_ _)m

TRACK LIST:

OVERTURE: A Tale of an Angel and a Demon

“Come With Me” - Chxrlotte

“A Rainy Night in Soho” - The Pogues

“I'll See Your Heart and I'll Raise You Mine” - BellX1

ACT I: The History of the World, Before the Armageddon

It Starts With a Garden

“From Eden” - Hozier

"I'm With You" - Vance Joy

“An Act of Kindness” - Bastille

Hereditary Enemies

“Iris” - Goo Goo Dolls

"Losing Battles" - Josh Ritter

Policy Decisions

"The Garden" - The Crane Wives

“A Thousand Years” - Sting

"The Only Way (Hymn)" - Emerson, Lake, & Palmer

"Antichrist" - The 1975

Invitations

"Valentine" - Hope Tala

"Sit Next to Me" - Foster the People

"Try to Be" - Bonny Doon

The Arrangement

"Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)" - Kate Bush

"Heads/tails" - Hotspur

"Walk Across the Water" - The Black Keys

Fraternizing

"How Does a Duck Know?" - Crash Test Dummies

"Monster" - Pomplamoose & dodie

“Chasing Twisters” - Delta Rae

Sorry, Consecrated Ground

“Do I Wanna Know?” - Arctic Monkeys

"What Kind of Man" - Florence + The Machine

A Bag of Prophecy Books

"The Thief" - Brooke Fraser

“Who Is In Your Heart Now?” - Studio Killers

“I Can't Behave” - Caravan of Thieves

“Devil's Backbone” - The Civil Wars

A Thermos Full of Holy Water

"Pick U Up" - Foster the People

“Holy Water” - Tommy Newport

“Waiting for the Miracle” - Leonard Cohen

Slowing Down

“How Long” - Matchbox Twenty

Delivering the Antichrist

"So Desperate" - The Mountain Goats

"The Things We Do For Love" - 10cc

“Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy” - Queen

Purely Social

“Drink!” - They Might Be Giants

"Heroes" - David Bowie

The Gardener and the Nanny

"Keep Her Closer" - Swimming Tapes

"Snakes and Lovers" - Spandau Ballet

"Five Years" - David Bowie

Harry the Rabbit

“Just Like Heaven” - The Cure

"1999" - Prince

"Someone's Missing" - MGMT

The Naming

"Apocalypse Please" - Muse

"London Calling" - The Clash

INTERLUDE: Crowley Yells at Some Plants

“Music to Soothe the Savage Snake Plant” - Mort Garson

ACT II: The World Has Started to End

To a Little Village in Oxfordshire

“Absolutely No Decorum” - The Ark

“Ride” - Clans

Tip-Top Shape

“Damn Your Eyes” - Etta James

Four Letter Words

"I Am Not a Robot" - Marina and the Diamonds

"When You Die" - MGMT

Velocipede

"Pedal Your Blues Away" - R. Crumb and the Cheap Suit Serenaders

Foolish Principalitie

"Put Down the Duckie" - Sesame Street

"Baby Blue Eyes" - Peter the Human Boy

"666 Conducer" - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

The Third Alternative Rendezvous

"Just Between You and Me" - Lou Gramm

“End Love” - OK Go

"Allies or Enemies" - The Crane Wives

“Stomach It” - Crywolf

“December” - Collective Soul

It's Over

"Leaves" - Gregory and the Hawk

“Silence & Sirens” - The Narrative

"Drowning Shadows" - Sam Smith

A Plea (If She's Listening)

“Bad Blood” - Sleeping At Last

The Lords of Hell

"Warrant" - Foster the People

“What If the Storm Ends? (The Lightning Strike, Part I)” - Snow Patrol

Alpha Centauri

“Something Happened on the Way to Heaven” - Phil Collins

“Origin of Love” - Mika

"Eternally Missed" - Muse

“Flowers for a Ghost” - Thriving Ivory

God's Spokesperson

“The Truth” - Foster the People

"All These Things I've Done" - The Killers

How to Navigate

“Gravity” - The fin.

"Dear Wormwood" - The Oh Hellos

“Hold the Line” - Toto

No Longer Keeping Score

“Hurts Like Hell” - Fleurie

"Can't Smile Without You" - Sleeping At Last (cover of Carpenters)

“Never” - Seira Kagami*

Aziraphale's Plan

“The Sunlight Through the Flags (The Lightning Strike, Part II)” - Snow Patrol*

“Sure as Hell Not Jesus” - Cosmo Jarvis

Crowley Drives Through the Flaming M25

"Get Yourself Together" - The Black Keys

“Burnin' For You” - Blue Oyster Cult

"Dreams and Disasters" - Owl City

Things That R.P. Tyler Would Like to Say (But Can't)

“You're On Fire” - They Might Be Giants

Aziraphale and Crowley Watch the Others Stop the Apocalypse

“Dream Sweet in Sea Major” - Miracle Musical

Adam's Satanic Father

"Hells Bells" - AC/DC

“Get It Together” - Mystery Skulls

Beside You

“The One Moment” - OK Go

“Daybreak (The Lightning Strike, Part III)” – Snow Patrol*

Agnes Nutter's Last Prophecy

"Butterflies and Hurricanes" - Muse

If You'd Like

"Breakfast Square" - Hana Vu

"Landscapes" - Gregory and the Hawk

The Swap

“Heaven or Hell” - Digital Daggers

Holy Water and Hellfire

"Crossfire" - Brandon Flowers

“Sinners” - Lauren Aquilina

Temptation Accomplished

“In Our Bedroom After the War” - Stars

"Heaven Is a Place on Earth" - Belinda Carlisle

CONCLUSION: The Very First Day of the Rest of Their Lives

“First Day of My Life” - Bright Eyes (covered by Jesse Daniel Smith)

“Nobody” - Hozier

"Our House" - Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young

“A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” - Vera Lynn

* indicates a song that’s only included in the YouTube playlist

Sources: rc’s music tag/playlist, askazicro music tag/community playlist, michael sheen’s hardcore gomens playlist, other referenced playlists (x x x). also my local cvs. yes really

#i wanted to make it 6 hrs exactly like the show but it ended up being a little over... 6 and a half hours....... OH WELL.... close enough...#also if anyone wants an explanation for why i chose a certain song feel free to shoot me an ask!#good omens #good omens playlist #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #prints #relief #misc

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