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Some Sentences Smonday

I wrote words for the first time in a very long while and they just sort of started pouring and god bless MacCready for being a breath of fresh air. I think writing his POV for a while was exactly what I needed 🥲 Tagging @electricshoebox, @theartofblossoming, @atombonniebaby, @totally-not-deacon, @persephotea, @amethystandwine, and @wishing4nuclearwinter if you'd like to share something (on any day that pleases you), no pressure if you'd rather not! Some Mac POV from Chapter 30 of Bring the Gasoline. Tentative chapter title was 'Trust Fall', but I may push that back to Chapter 31.

By now, Nat’s awake. On edge, if she hasn’t already bridged the gap between worry and suspicion. It won’t take her long to connect the dots between absence and abandonment. Even if it’s not true. Even if Deacon doesn’t help her come to that conclusion. She’ll jump there. Even if she reads his note before burning it, or putting it in pieces. It’s a paltry offering. One MacCready knew would never be enough. But it’s only a start. He’ll say the same words when he sees her again. Over and over. Every day, until they sink in deeper than the old wounds he salted, and the fresh ones he's opened. She can do whatever she needs with them in the meantime.

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Happy early birthday @adventuresofmeghatron !  I may have kept hold of a particularly snuggly reference you said you liked, for science...and behold!  Science!  I hope you don’t mind me commandeering Mactasha, but I do love them so.

My thinking is Nat’s snuck out to brood and Mac’s come to find her with a blanket because he knew she’d be cold. 

Megh, I’m so glad to have gotten to know you this last year, you are a ray of sunshine in this dystopian hellscape.  Happy birthday my dear friend, I hope you have a wonderful day 💜

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I had the privilege of commissioning the wonderful @kalidels to make this soft and sweet piece of Natasha and MacCready during their first visit to the hilltop that later became their home. Kali was so so lovely to work with 💜 I can't say that you enough for melting my heart like this, they look absolutely precious 💜

I haven't gotten to rewrite this scene yet, but it was based around one of my first WIP Wednesdays for Bring the Gasoline. I put a snippet below the cut in case anyone's interested in a walk down memory lane, or a glimpse into the future for these two. 😊

“Okay,” MacCready shrugs. “Where do you want to live?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs, eyes downcast. “I...really haven’t thought about it.”

I have. Mac bites back the words before they can betray him. As if the heat on his cheeks hadn't already. “Could be right here, if you want.”

“Here?” She sweeps a skeptical gaze across their surroundings. Outside of the small cloud of color, only rolling brown meadows fill their view.

With a lopsided grin, Mac snatches her hand and drags her forward with him into the flowers. She half-trips forward, colliding into his chest with surprised laughter. “Yeah, right here. See, the porch could open up over there, just outside the living room.” He frames the scene with one hand while the other curls around her waist.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m thinking...navy blue walls, tiger-print rug. Could throw in a nice lime trim. Along the back here is where you can put your Grognak display. Gotta get some nice locks for that. Protectron couldn’t hurt. And over here,” his free hand grips hers, waltzing them to the left, “is the bedroom.” Leaning into the quiet laughter that plays beneath her breath, their foreheads gently come to rest against each other. The sound fades out as his lips brush the barest of touches against her own.

Natasha looks at him with eyes aglow, cheeks flushed with life. Like all she could be was mesmerized. Like the only thing they could feel was each other. And it would be just fine if it stayed that way.

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged for Some Sentences Sunday by @twolargepepperoni-and-a-calzone and @heromaggie, and tagging them back for WIP Wednesday as well as @electricshoebox, @theartofblossoming, @wishing4nuclearwinter, @poetikat, @lookbluesoup, and @kittimau if you feel like it! No worries if not!

If you’d like to be tagged by me for future WIP memes, you can give this post a like. 

I am whittling away on Bring the Gasoline, Chapter 28, which is kicking and fighting me a little bit. It’s a little bit like the last domino that need to be stacked and it sure isn’t settling easy. I feel like I’ve previewed a lot from that one, so here’s another bit of...something else.  👀

“What are you, his fucking lawyer?”

Natasha’s chest heaves. The venom she spit lingers bitter on her tongue. There’s no pity in the sunglasses staring back at her. Deacon isn’t Nick. Nick isn’t here. Nat’s hands ball to fists.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @electricshoebox and @heromaggie. Thank you! Tagging in turn: @lookbluesoup, @twosides--samecoin, @twolargepepperoni-and-a-calzone, @nomamonster, and @randomwordsandstormydays if you feel like it! No worries if not!

Still whittling away on Bring the Gasoline, Chapter 28. I think I’m in the woods of two-thirds to three-quarters drafted. Progress! I feel a little bad for previewing this one so much, but it helps me to mile mark progress when chapters are taking me a bit longer.

“You used to climb a two-story just to go to sleep at night,” MacCready reminds her in a whisper. “And you did it drunk.”

“I used to need to drink to go to sleep at night,” Natasha murmurs. “I’ve come a long way.” 

“Yeah,” MacCready breathes, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “You have.”

Well, now how’s she supposed to climb up there? A fond smile forms on his lips. One that turns her legs to jelly. Useless jelly.

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Some Sentences Someday

I was tagged in various WIP memes lately by @just-another-wasteland-merc , @opalxempress , @totally-not-deacon , and @heromaggie  Thank you all so much!! It honestly really touches me, because I’ve been struggling to find time to write lately, and to know folks still want to see what I’m up to means a lot <3

I’m gonna call this a tag ahead for WIP Wednesday, but please take full license to share whatever you want whenever you want to, or not at all: @pchberrytea ​, @wishing4nuclearwinter ​, and @chaosintheavenue ​. No pressure if you don’t want to!

And you can give this post a like if you want me to tag you in future WIP Memes.

Chapter 24 of Bring the Gasoline is coming along slowly but surely. I would say it’s about half way done, but I’m hoping to make some serious headway over the next week and be able to share in the not too distant future. Here’s a little piece:

Natasha tilts her head, and her voice drops low. “You want me to do it now?”

MacCready bites his lip. Well, damn. A little bit. Maybe more than a little. 

But then, maybe it might be more fun to earn it. Patience being a virtue and whatnot. A sly smile settles on his lips. He savors the slight flicker of disappointment on her face as he slips on his shirt.

“Nah,” he shrugs. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I swear. I’ll even put clothes on and everything.”

“Hm.”

We’ll see, she says. MacCready tames the wayward twitch of his lips as he brushes gently past her, turns the doorknob, and ushers her through. When she hesitates, he bends with an overdrawn bow. Just like a gentleman.

 I’ll show you, he says with a wink.

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Breathe in for luck Breathe in so deep This air is blessed You share with me This night is wild So calm and dull These hearts they race From self control

Your legs are smooth As they graze mine We're doing fine We're doing nothing at all

My hopes are so high That your kiss might kill me So won't you kill me So I die happy

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When, when we came home

Worn to the bones

I told myself, this could get rough

...

Oh, I know that this love is pain

But we can't cut it from out these veins, no