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bellarkeselection · 10 months

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Don’t You Have Anything Better To Do

Wattpad request mackleann Rip and reader get married and they get teased by the bunkhouse guys

Rip and I stood underneath the Yellowstone barn door where he had his hands on my waist with my arms around his neck while we shared our first kiss as husband and wife. Breaking the kiss I tilted my head towards the bunkhouse hearing the bunkhouse roaring with laughter. “What do you think those boys are doing at four in the morning?”

“Nothing good I imagine. This is when they act like dumbasses. Let’s go investigate.” He nodded looping his arm through mine while we walked towards the bunkhouse.

Opening the door we walked in on the cowboys and Jamie drinking and spinning on a baseball bat. Colby stopped spinning before he ran jumping away from the rope but Jake wrapped the rope around his foot making him land on the floor. “Don’t you boys need to be sleeping?” I put my hands on my hip eyeing the group.

“There’s the newlywed Wheelers. Care for a beer Y/n Wheeler?” Ryan raises up his beer reaching into the fridge holding one out for me.

Rip tilted his head at his offer when Jimmy asked. “Wait what time is it?”

“Jimmy it’s four in the fucking morning. Now what are you dumb asses doing?” My husband asked when I removed my arm from his taking the beer from Ryan and doing almost half of it.

Jake eyed me swinging the rope in my direction. “So are we expecting a mini Rip in the future?”

“Oh I don’t know about that. My daddy would be happy to have more grand babies I know that for a fact.” Shrugging my shoulders I noticed the x mark on the floor, kicking it with the tip of my boot. “What exactly were y’all doing with this?”

“Ya stand on the x and spin around three times. Then run and we try and rope your ass down on the ground. Do you want to give it a go?” Walker suggested nudging me as he walked past me to get another beer.

Rip crossed his arms over his chest sending me a light concerned look that only I would see in his brown eyes. “Even though she’d kick all your asses. I don’t think Y/n has to prove anything to you.”

“Fine let’s change the subject then. Do you ride her like a bull?” Ryan teased Rip where I swore he might get into a fight with him over it.

Rip stomped up until I got in between the pair trying to ignore the fact that they were asking about our romantic envolvment before we had been married. “You want me to prove something fine I will. Just warning ya my sister says she’s a beer. Well I’m a buffalo.”

“Woah I think we found out who the real boss is behind closed doors.” Colby smirked leaning back in one of the chairs at the round table.

Downing the rest of my beer I threw it on the ground taking the bat calling out to Rip. “Rip, let’s prove them wrong right. I bet that I can do this hood and you can rope me with your eyes closed.”

“Y/n, let’s not entertain the idiots.” Rip shook his head no not wanting me to get hurt.

Lloyd sat his hat down on the table. “That’s something I’d rather like to see.”

“Look we can either watch you herd her like cattle or we can talk about you sleeping with her.” Jake shrugs handing my husband the rope moving out of the way.

Rip moved his gaze back toward his wife seeing her give him those puppy dog eyes that he could never say no too. He walked forward over to his bosses daughter who was now his wife tuckings hair behind her ear. “Fine but if you get hurt I’m making them go to clean the barn after this from top to bottom.”

“I’ll be fine, baby…Ryan hold this.” Removing my light brown hat from my head tossing it at his face he almost dropped it onto the floor and fell out of his chair.

Placing my hands around the handle of the baseball bat I did three spins before I drew my head up and started running in the opposite direction of my husband. Rip followed the rules and shut his eyes slowly swinging the rope around giving me time to get some distance away from me. He then throws the rope and it tightened around my waist yet instead of getting thrown to the ground I squealed when he spun me back into his arms. “Woah hey there cowboy.”

“What do you say we leave these boys and finish this night alone together.” Rip smiled down at me with him holding me against his chest but he had me dipped down to the floor slightly.

Gripping the fabric of his black jacket I whispered up at him pouring my heart into his deep brown eyes. “Hmm some beer and time with you is the best ending to this night I could ask for.”

Rip and I started learning forward about to kiss until Jimmy asked nervously. “Are you two going to kiss…do we need to like give you the room or something?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do!” Rip growled tugging me up to stand on my feet laying my head on his chest.

Lloyd put his hands behind his head smiling. “Not at the moment boss.”

“Hey let’s go. I’ll take that.” Leading Rip by the hand that was intertwined with mine I reached over snatching my hat back from Ryan’s hands. Placing it on my head we exited the bunkhouse hearing the boys making kissing sounds when we shut the door in their faces.

Rip finally kisses me on the lips again when I pressed my body against his, gripping his shoulders underneath my fingertips. “I think it’s time we go to bed, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“You were right that they are dumb asses. But I am tired now so let’s go to sleep, Mr. Wheeler.” Sending him a grin I squeezed his hand in mine with us walking back to the house that my father has given him.

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resowrites · 1 year

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Bora Bora - oneshot.

Summary: Henry and his wife contend with an unwelcome guest on their honeymoon…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, implied smut, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2110

A/N: This was slightly rushed as I didn’t have much time, I’m also on a break from writing so the next post will be early May. Don’t worry, Henry and Ollie’s story will be concluded. Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. As ever, let me know your thoughts - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Bora Bora - oneshot.

A rising scream ripped through the room. By the time Henry's eyes had adjusted to the blackness, he could see his wife was out of bed and hopping from one foot to the other. "O-Ollie? What… what are you doing? Are you alright?" She began babbling a mile a minute. He fumbled for the lamp on the bedside table. The shock of light filling the villa caused them both to wince.

"It crawled across my shoulders! Where is it? WHERE IS IT?!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Come on, let's get back to sleep…" Henry made for the edge of the bed, leading her to cry out.

"No, don't! It's probably still in there!"

"What is? What are you talking about?!"

"The spider!" His eyes fell to their crumpled but otherwise empty bed.

"Darling you must have had a nightmare, come on, it's after three…" Henry motioned for her to lie down but instead, she began tentatively pulling back the covers. "What on earth are you doing now?"

"I'm not getting back into bed with that bloody thing—"

"Well I could say the same but luckily for you, I don't!" She grabbed her pillow and chucked it at him. Henry caught it midair and winged it back in her direction, though she'd already turned to run.

"Don't throw it at me! ARGHHHHHH GET IT AWAY!!!" The pillow hit her square on the backside, sending her soaring upwards. He was beside himself. "IS IT ON ME?! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!!!"

"Calm down, it was only a joke! I don't know where it is but shush otherwise the hotel manager's gunna be banging on our door!" She finally stood still, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Good, I can ask him to evict you, you'll be stranded on the fucking beach for the rest of the night!"

"Well that's fine by me, at least I'll be able to get some sleep!" But she'd already started stripping the bed in search of the offending creature.

"Why do you need to change the sheets?!"

"Cos I don't want to sleep where it's been crawling about, the sodding thing was the size of a golf ball!" Henry laughed.

"Well don't worry, I'm sure you've scared it and every other creature off this island…" She bolted upright.

"Wait a minute, they don't have poisonous spiders in Bora Bora do they?" She dropped the sheets gathered in her hands back onto the bed and started frantically checking her arms.

"No you muppet, besides I'm sure they'd have better taste…"

"What's that supposed to mean? And where are you off to?"

"I'm going for a Jimmy riddle…"

"No you're bloody not, you're not leaving me alone in here with it!" She came around the side of the bed and blocked his path to the bathroom.

"So I'm meant to keep watch the rest of the night am I? Lest my lady should be unable to sleep?" But she wasn't listening, instead, she'd returned to the top of the bed and was trying to heave the frame towards her. "Oh that's a good idea, the headboard won't keep slamming into the wall now. Our next-door neighbours will be pleased—"

"Shut up and help me, you idiot!"

"… What's my reward if I do?" Henry looked at her suggestively.

"Listen, you either start searching or I'm never having sex with you again." He sighed.

"Already? We've been married less than a week!"

"Then I suggest you stop gobbing off and help me look for it!"

"Ollie, I can't see it anywhere, the lucky bugger's managed to escape…"

"Well I won't get a wink of sleep until I know for sure—"

"Can I at least get back into bed?"

"No!"

"What do I do then?!"

"I dunno, go sleep on the veranda—"

"You're being ridiculous!"

"And you're being unhelpful, you know I don't like spiders and you won't even help me find it!" Henry sighed again and rubbed his eyes.

"Well you've already searched everywhere, where else do you want me to look, up my arse?!" But she was crouching on the floor, trying to see under the bed.

"OLLIE WHAT'S THAT?!" He'd leaned over and flung a balled-up sock at her shin. She shot up and shrieked so loud it was a wonder the fire alarm didn't go off.

"YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER SHIT!" Thoroughly fed up, she grabbed the glass of water off her bedside table and chucked its contents straight at Henry.

"What did you do that for?! I'm bloody soaked!" He coughed and spluttered as he tried to rub the water from his eyes. Henry then lunged forwards and swept her into a fireman's lift.

"What are you doing?! Put me down you twat!!!" Even from her upturned position, she could see he was heading for the veranda.

"Nope, you've got to conquer this fear, Ollie. And at the very least, a night outside with French Polynesia's wildlife will give you a greater appreciation for your already long-suffering husband…"

"Henry you put me down right now or I'll file for divorce!"

"Oh well, that'll make a dent in my bank account now but in the long run, I'm sure it'll work out cheaper…" Henry came to a halt and unceremoniously dumped her back on the bed. The spider not forgotten, however, she bolted off it.

"Don't put me on the bloody bed!" He chuckled as he went to fetch a towel from the bathroom.

"Don't do this, don't do that, God what is it about marriage that turns women into such bloody nags?"

"Well for all we know the room's infested!"

"Oh God, how much seawater did you swallow yesterday?!"

"Henry, this isn't funny—"

"Ollie, the only pest I can see is the one in front of me, now let's get to bed it's late and we've probably woken up the whole of the South Pacific—" Henry was then interrupted by a loud knock. They looked at each other like two schoolchildren caught smoking during break time. He made his way to the door and opened it a fraction of an inch. "Oh, hi. Yeah, no, everything's fine. My wife just fell out of bed," she wanted to throttle him. "I'm really sorry. Yeah, no you'll have no more noise out of us. Okay, great, goodnight." When Henry closed the door and made eye contact with her again, they both burst out laughing. "Trust you to get us in trouble with the bloody management, if we get thrown out of this place it'll be your bloody fault!"

"Me?! You were the one threatening to dump me on the veranda at twenty past three in the morning. And how dare you tell the hotel manager I'm a clutz!"

"Are you kidding me?! Have you forgotten that on our first day here, you walked right into the sliding doors?"

"You promised you wouldn't keep bringing that up!"

"Well anyway, you were the one who threw water at me, even though it was you who woke me up—"

"Well it's not my fault a spider got in here, you're the one who keeps leaving the sliding doors open!"

"Oh excuse me for wanting to enjoy our ocean view rather than sitting in here listening to the ramblings of a madwoman!"

"How am I the mad one when you don't like spiders either? God help us if it had crawled over you instead, all hell would have broken loose!"

"Is that right?!"

"Yeah, you'd probably have requested another room—"

"Well carry on and I will!"

"Fine, you can leave right now, I wouldn't want you to sleep in and miss making a pig of yourself at breakfast again - two hours you had to lie down for afterward!"

"Well you wouldn't rub my belly! I hope that's not a preview of how you're going to treat me in our sunset years—"

"Oh and before you go, check the doors to make sure they're actually shut, or God knows what's going to find its way into our room next." He smirked at her exasperated look but otherwise did as he was told.

"… Wow."

What is it?"

"Come here…"

"Why?"

"Just come here!" She'd already plonked herself down on the bed exhausted and groaned as she got back up again.

"What?" Henry wrapped his arm around her and pointed up at the full, very large moon. For a moment, all she could do was look on in awe. "It's beautiful…"

"Just like you." They both smiled and shared a kiss. He then pushed back the sliding doors so he could lead them both onto the veranda. Once they were outside, he hugged her close to his chest, her head resting in the middle of it while they watched the waves lapping at the shore. Other than the rush of water and a steady hum of insects, the night was calm.

"Thank you for bringing me here…" Henry beamed down at her.

"And thank you for being here with me, there's not a single thing I'd change… well, spider's notwithstanding." She ignored his cheeky grin. "You're not cold, are you?"

"No, I'm fine. It's still pretty mild out." They stood silently, wrapped in each other's arms. She then felt something brush along the top of her arm and couldn't help but cry out. Henry had lightly traced her skin with the tips of his fingers and was bent over laughing. "Oh my God, you tool!"

"What?! Don't have a go at me, I can't help it if you felt the sea breeze!" She gave an annoyed huff.

"I can't believe I agreed to marry you…"

"I know, it feels good though, doesn't it?" She softened.

"Mm-hmm and we had a beautiful wedding, even if you did shove cake in my face…"

"I wanted you to check whether it had gone off! Anyway, what about what you said before we started reciting our vows?"

"What did I say?"

"I asked quietly if you were crying and you said no, they weren't tears you were just allergic to me!" She snorted.

"Well the minister found it funny… and I wasn't expecting to get so emotional! It's weird, I didn't think it was that big a deal but when we were standing there together…" He smiled as she trailed off. "Anyway, it's a bit rich to suggest I embarrassed you after that speech your brother gave." Henry bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

"Why, what was wrong with it?"

"No, you're right, what's wrong with telling a large group of our family and closest friends that he hoped no one had left their coats on our bed, what with walking in on us making out on everyone's stuff in the guest room at your parents house two Christmases back?"

"Aww he was just retelling a heartfelt moment—"

"It wasn't so heartfelt when he then said he recognised a couple of the jackets people had on!" He snickered.

"Well, what can I say?! You married a Cavill…"

"Oh God, I did, didn't I?"

"… Thank you though."

"The honour's all mine. Even though you let me be terrorised by a spider…" Henry tutted.

"Well you had no problem snorkelling with me the other day! How is a spider any scarier than jellyfish?" Her head snapped upwards.

"What do you mean? There wasn't any jellyfish was there?!" He broke down giggling and she thwacked his chest. "You're so bloody mean! I'm not meant to be this scared out of my wits on our honeymoon!" Henry tilted her chin so they were face to face.

"Listen, so long as I'm by your side, you'll always be protected. Alright?"

"… Do you mean it?"

"Of course! I took a vow to do so for the rest of my life. No matter how much of a big baby you are…" She rolled her eyes and sauntered back towards the bedroom. Just as she stepped inside, she spun around and quickly slid the doors closed. He rushed forwards.

"Hey! Let me back in!" Henry tried to bang on the glass as quietly as possible.

"Apologise and I'll consider it…"

"Apologise for what?!"

"You know what bloody for!"

"… Fine. Your reaction towards a small, nonvenomous insect was completely proportionate—"

"Henry, I will leave you out there all night—"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, now will you please let me back inside?" She didn't wish to did so anyway, figuring that he'd only be a bigger nuisance outside than in. But she soon found herself being dragged back onto the veranda and lifted onto his shoulders once more.

"Henry, don't you dare throw me in the hot tub!"

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boltupbitches · 11 months

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Kiss it Better - Jimmy Garoppolo (fluff)

Jimmy felt the bed shift as he lay there. It had been over a week since his foot surgery and it had been a hell of a time recovering from it. Once the anesthetic wore off and the initial pain medication given to him at the hospital, he was in agony.

He was thankful his fiance was a registered nurse who took time off to help him at home in his recovery, especially given how private he wanted to be in his recovery. It was bad enough the media was speculating his downfall with the Raiders before he even had a chance to step on the field.

He felt her lean down over him and press a kiss to his cheek. He pouted slightly, knowing it was time for him to get up and take his meds. The same meds that gave him a killer stomach ache the first few days on them - combined with the post-anaesthetic reaction he had. Thankfully, his fiance realized right away that he needed an anti-nausea pill to help him deal with adjusting.

“Baby, I got your medicine and a yogurt to take it with. Also, I made your breakfast. I’ll bring it up to you.”

He shifted and sat up with her support, wincing at the barest of moments sending pain down his leg and into his foot. He looked at the contraption his foot was in and wanted to cry at the sight of it. It fucking sucked.

It seemed like no matter how much time he put into playing and recovery, he was constantly getting injured. He heard and read the comments from fans, sports analysts, ‘journalists’, and even his former coaches at the 49ers. After the debacle last year with Shanahan insulting him, he couldn’t help but feel a pit in his stomach at the idea of his new head coach getting on his ass.

What started as a good relationship in the Bay turned sour at the end. His teammates supported him, and poor Lance was stuck in the middle of the shift, not having a say in replacing him. Then, Lance got injured and Purdy had to step in.

He remembered feeling many days of dread and disappointment when his foot got broken while playing. His fiance took time off - thankfully working at a practice that was supportive and friendly with the soon-to-be Mrs. and Mr. Garoppolo - and cared for him. His mother had flown down from Chicago as well to help out.

When all was said and done, he felt a mix of relief and sadness at leaving the 49ers organization. A place he considered his home and family the last few years. He made amazing friends and connections with so many. He even met his fiance while running a kids camp (she was there with her nephew).

Yet, as he laid in bed, observing his foot between bites of yogurt, he couldn’t help but want to cry. It was just fucked how his luck was these last few seasons.

His fiance came back in moments later, carrying a food tray with an assortment of delicious breakfast food. He could see a southern omelet, fresh sliced fruit, and bacon on it. Next to it was a large water bottle of iced water, filled up to the 8am line. ‘You should drink 8 8-ounce glasses of water a day. This water bottle will help you keep track.’ She told him once.

She was meticulous in her care and Jimmy knew she was also the type of nurse who would rip you a new one for not following instructions.

He was eating silently as she took a seat in bed next to him, her smoothie pull looking just as appetizing. He leaned over slightly and said, “Can I have a bite?”

She smiled at him and rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t you have an entire plate of food in front of you, Jimmy?”

“Yeah, but yours look just as good.” He said back.

“Hmm..” She pretended to think about it before lifting a spoonful up to him. She brought it to his lips and just as he leaned in for a bite, she pulled the spoon back quickly and stuck it in her mouth instead, making a loud and exaggerated, “hmmmm” sound.

Jimmy stared at her in mock outrage, swatting her thigh, “That was cold, babe. Just cold and cruel.”

“It was tasty though.” She responded cheekily. She held up another spoonful, “Forreal this time, here, try a bite.”

He did so and just as he was taking a bite, he somehow managed to bite his lip when chewing up the berries. “Fuck… I bet my fucking lip.” He groaned, touching the spot and hoping it wasn’t bleeding. “How the fuck did I do that?”

His fiance giggled at him and responded, “Because you’re impatient. I swear, James..” She sat her bowl down on the nightstand next to her and gently crawled closer to him, taking his face in her hands and inspecting his lip. “It’s not too bad. Just a bit swollen and red. You’ll live.”

“It hurts,” He pouted.

“Want me to kiss it better?” She teased.

He pretended to think about it before nodding.

She giggled and leaned in to press her lips to his. “I love you, you silly manchild.”

“I love you too, my perfectionist soon-to-be wife.”

They looked at each other with big smiles, just happy to be with one another after the chaotic last few years they experienced. One thing Jimmy knew for certain, a kiss from her was a kiss that made everything better.

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fandom-blackhole · 1 year

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Ok ok ok The Last of Us episode 1 thoughts below!

• CLIMATE CHANGE?! (Love that honestly)

• Not me sobbing at the intro (I HOPED they'd do something like the games intro so this was a perfect surprise)

• Joels shirt is inside out 😭 (ok noticed this before it was mentioned)

• Let the man have his coffee Sarah

• Gabriel as tommy?! Sounds almost identical omggg

• The neighbors 😭 (oh I understand now.....)(I like how they changed the changing/infected neighbor scene)

• Desert Storm???? 👀

• Sarah fixing the watch instead of getting him a new one 🥺

• Sarah's backpack is so cute omg

• The dog 🥲

• "Drugs. I sell hard-core drugs." Happy screams

• Joel and his shitty movies smh (hope this is ref later with ellie and joels movie nights)

• Dammit Tommy, jail, really??

• Yo wtf grandma. No joke the cordyceps out of her mouth?!?!?

• The truck scene was done so welllllllllll

• Jimmy's place!!!

• The planes (OMFG THE PLANE)

• Ooo the car crash separating them, I approve

• These bitches CREEPY (Love that they have no fine motor control)

• Joel begging 🥲🥲🥲

• That is infact a small child (😭😭😭)(🥲🥲🥲)

• DONT YOU TWENTY YEARS LATER ME YOU BITCHES (both 2014 Hannah and 2023 Hannah)

Sarah's death was sadder here and I stand by that

• The amount of time it takes to change depending on where your bit poster is 👌👌👌

• Joel doing actual work in the QZ is kinda really funny to me (sewer maintenance) (now this is more like it....wait drug dealing??)

• MUSICCCCCCCC

• HANGING?????? IN THE QZ??? BY FEDRA???

• Tess 🥰🥰🥰

• Ooo truck battery and not guns (what about your guy?- He answers to me FUCK YEAH HE DOES....WAIT oh fuck explosion! Well fuck you anyway Robert)

• ELLIE!! (SHE HAS HER EYEBROW SCAR! And her sense if humor) (veronica?) (unchain my child please)

• Oooo message operator! (TOMMY!) (Slavers 🤔)

• Joel planning a trip already is genius (wtf you doing drinking and doing pills?!)

• The watch 🥲

• Those walls are THIN or that baby is LOUD

• Marleneeeeeee

• I love all the yellow wires, ik in the game it was an obvious way to show you where to go, but u like that its been added to the show

• Oh damn, rip unnamed firefly Marlene talked too, you're dying in the capital (kim) (ope her ear)

• Tell me to look for the light and ill break your jaw 🥰🥰🥰

• Ellie getting water on her face lmao

• The knife 🥺

• Atleast the wrapped the handcuff so it wouldn't hurt her

• Don't talk about Riley bitch, I will fight you

• I like all the water dripping, good touch

• Joel talking construction 🥰🥰🥰

• Ok but that wallpaper in the hallway with the dead Robert, I want

• Well ellie you tried, but Joel is better

• Ellie is in fact feral, love her

• Give ellie her knife dammit (yes ellie I agree that was an asshole move)

• Ope don't mention Tommy

• What are they capable of?- alot ellie, alot

• You all talk it out but please remember I am bleeding out 😭😭😭

• God I love my husband

• Ellies shoes squishing 🤢

• Bill and Frank 🥺

• Your watch us broken 🥲

• Ok but why is all the wallpaper cute in this episode?!

• Ellie figuring out the radio code shes so smart i love her

• That door (or whatever you wanna call it) was hidden perfectly omg

• Worst time to take a piss (hahahahaha honestly fuck that guy)

• Pedro's eyes 😩 (oh fuck wait hes fucking that guy upppp)

• PTSD!!!

• THE RADIOOOOOOOOO

• THE RADIO AS IT PANS OVER THE CITY AND WE HEAR INFECTED?!? so good

• The trailer!

• The city landscapes 😩😩😩

• Frank!!!!

• There's no halfway with this, we finish what we started *indistinct screeching*

If you read all this PLEASE send me Joel thoughts, I wanna talk about my husband! Also if you want me to explain any of these ASK MEEEE!! Also, Also, I'll be doing this for every episode so if wanna be tagged in these just if be down 👉👈

#tlou spoilers #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #tess #marlene #i sobbed #i am NOT ok

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transpidergwen · 2 years

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My reactions to the For All Mankind finale as I watch:

Damn the Koreans were first that's insane. I forgot that the end of s2 said 1995 and all our teams landed in '96 lmao

Maybe the Republican party DOES need some destroying so fucking true Ellen. God one President comes out as gay and the right loses their minds.

Oh my God they're gonna make Kelly do the Martian lmfao

Is Margo....death flagging? "We'll talk after this is over" that’s a fucking classic. Could just be her impending arrest or fleeing to Russia

RIP Dev "it's not about the money" Ayesa, you and your billions of net self worth forgot about the crippling wealth disparity in America lol, BYEEEEE

It would be so funny if Margo and Sergei swap countries lmao

Omg is Ed finally going to die

Omg whatever they're building up with Jimmy and these cult militia people is so fucking stressful I'm gonna be sick

OMG YES SEND DANNY ON THE SUICIDE MISSION INSTEAD

OMG he's confessing and Ed looks ready to commit murder holy shit

"My daughter is not the way you absolve yourself of you're guilt" FAIR ENOUGH ED

God Ed is gonna die without telling anyone it's Danny's fault isn't he

Yes Karen figure it out figure it out

Damn Margo's speech was really sad. There she goes the mentor handing the reigns off to Aleida

Haha of course Ed speaks (some) Korean

NOT KELLY WEARING ALEXEI'S UNIFORM

Okay that was more dignified than the Martian.

God Ed is gonna die they didn't show his fuel bc it's at zero

What the fuck. What the fuck. What. The. Fuck.

KAREN died🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️. So uuhh, is this their 9/11???

Oh FUCK Margo WAS death flagging!?!!!?!

MOLLY TOO omg what is happening

ED LIVED thank God I couldn't take any more. Also Danny needs that reckoning.

Banishment is so funny. Just get the fuck outta here. Take your goddamn epipen and get outta my Mars base. That's a fun bookend to the start of the episode.

Lee Gun-Sil gets to talk to his wife!!!

Kelly had the Star Child! Yay!

Sergei in America!

Maybe we don't glorify the colonizers on the Mayflower thanks RDM.

GASP MARGO LIVES. 2003 that's the shortest time jump we've had yet, how interesting. Even if Ellen was reelected she'd be out of office tho, unless she only stayed one term in whicu case she COULD run again....and I would very much like to see Lesbian President 2: May I Introduce First Lady Pamela Horton! Bonus if Will Tyler is like a fucking Senator.

#FUH #KING #HELL #that was an insane finale #congrats to the Stevens boys for somehow both being responsible for devastating explosions #what the hell man #anyway hope you enjoyed these reactions I definitely did not lol #for all mankind #for all mankind finale #for all mankind season 3 #for all mankind 3x10 #ed baldwin #karen baldwin #molly cobb #aleida rosales #margo madison #kelly baldwin #danielle poole #for all mankind spoilers

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jokerislandgirl32 · 9 months

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Malfunction AU?

Zach Varmitech tampers with Aviva’s Creature Power Disks and Creature Power Suits, resulting in an unthinkable tragedy.

So this is a new fic idea I’ve been working on. It’s an angst driven Ziolet fic, no surprise, right? But in this Au/fic, Zach’s life is ripped apart after he tampers with Aviva’s technology, severing his connection with Violet and their daughters Varina and Vera. See the snippet below! Please note mentions of harm, depression, angst, and scarring.

I hope you all enjoy, feel free to let me know what you think and/or ask questions about the Au!

“Vari!” My little sister Vera yelled, running to me with a small box in her hand, her small mouth was still covered in the green icing from the Tortuga shaped birthday cake Jimmy Z made for me, “you forgot one present!”

I smiled at her, taking it out of her hand, guessing it was one she’d made for me, maybe it was another friendship bracelet. Aviva, Koki, and her made them together all the time.

She eagerly bounced beside me, her green eyes shining and her dark brown curls bobbing with each little leap, “go on and open it!”

“Why are you so excited for me to open it, what did you make me?” I asked pulling off the red ribbon and ripping the black paper to find a simple blue jewelry box.

“I didn’t make it, daddy sent it…” Vera explained, smiling, and all at once everyone went quiet.

“Daddy sent me a gift?” I asked looking at the Wild Kratts, Amy, Paige, Nathaniel, and Todd for support.

“The wrapping paper has Zach’s colors…” Martin noted, coming to stand beside me and putting his hand on my shoulder, “why don’t you see what’s inside Vari?”

“But daddy’s bad right, what if it’s something bad?” I whispered, I felt like crying, I loved my dad, but ever since IT happened…ever since dad had his break down and couldn’t take care of us…ever since mom had…well, ever since IT had happened I was scared of him.

Aviva came to my other side and looked at Martin and the rest of the team before she wrapped her arm around me, “Varina, your daddy wouldn’t ever hurt you or Vera.”

I started crying, “But…but he hurt mommy!”

“He didn’t mean to hurt her!” Vera interjected, crying herself, she didn’t remember much about mom or dad, but she always defended dad.

Aviva agreed with Vera, “Vera’s right, it was a terrible accident, you’re mommy even admitted it before…”

“I don’t wanna think about it,” I sniffed, throwing the box to the ground in anger. The lid popped off to reveal none other than my mother’s butterfly necklace.

“Mommy’s necklace…” Vera and I breathed in unison, locking eyes.

VvvvvvVvvvvvV

I checked the monitors to ensure everything was stable with Violet’s health. For the past three years I’d rarely left my headquarters for longer than a few hours, rarely left this room for longer than it took me to sleep, eat, etc. Most of the time I’d ended up crawling into this bed and falling asleep beside her.

For the past three years I’d hated myself for what I’d done to her and our girls…I’d ruined all of our lives just because I was trying to outdo the Wild Rats.

Today was our Vari’s tenth birthday, but I still couldn’t bring myself to face the girls, I didn’t trust myself around them after what had happened to Violet. I couldn’t hurt my beautiful daughters like I’d hurt my perfect wife…Instead of going to her birthday party, I’d sent Violet’s necklace to her. After three years, and no signs of improvement, I figured Violet didn’t really need it anymore.

I curled up beside Violet on the bed and wrapped my arm around her, I’d hired nurses to care for her and Zachbots and myself also tended her, so she still looked as healthy, beautiful, and youthful as ever. If I didn’t know she was in a coma I’d have thought she was sleeping.

“Varina’s ten today, Vi…she’s so beautiful, she looks just like you, minus the dark hair and pale skin of course…Vera’s 6 now…she keeps sending me friendship bracelets she makes with the Wild Rats, that kind of reminds me of someone else I know…hehe” I stroked her perfect face as I spoke to her.

“I wish you were here…I gave Vari your necklace because…I don’t know if you’re ever gonna wake up…I hope you’re not mad, I hope she’ll love it…”

I buried my face into the crook of her scarred neck as a wave of sobs overtook me, “I’m so sorry Vi, I’m so sorry for doing this to you, and our girls…”

“Za-zachhh…”

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vampire-bby · 11 months

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Rant 2

Another Character they did dirty in Smallville was Ryan. He was such a good character and they could have done so much with him but instead they killed him.

Instead of Ryan either getting to live with the Kent’s or something like that. Maybe getting to live happily with his aunt they have her give him to a hospital testing thing after they discover that he can read minds.

Something which had already gotten him into bad things. Like his bad father. The criminal who used him to read peoples minds to be able to steal things. And he was tired. And Clark saved him and he saw him as his hero.

But they send him to live with his aunt and she freaks out because of his abilities and sends him away. This very suspicious testing hospital does tests that make things so much worse because he in fact had a large tumor in his brain which accessed the ability Ryan had.

So they just made the already large tumor bigger making it impossible for him to ever be able to get it out and save his life.

He tells Clark that he is dying. That he was going to die and there wasn’t something even Clark could do to save him.

Ryan says he wants to fly. That’s his last wish. So Clark even though he is terrified of heights gets a hot air balloons and him and Ryan “fly”. Then he dies.

Like rip my heart out, stomp it into the ground, set it on fire, and bake the ashes, I guess.

Really just ruin my night-read, life.

I’m still so heart broken over that fact. Heart broken when he died because he was a child who couldn’t catch a break. Going from one bad situation to the other.

Adults failed him. They did. Clark was his hero and the only one who truly fought for him. And I think they could have done so much with him but they had to rip all of our hearts right from our chests.

And let’s not forget that just like anytime someone dies the show never lets Clark grieve and never talked about him again.

Ryan deserved better, Alicia deserved better, Kyla deserved better, Jimmy deserved better, and I’m sick of Clark never getting to grieve.

#smallville #clark kent

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snappedsky · 2 years

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Fanatics 95.5

Doughboys vs Doughboys.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Final Awakening: All or Nothing Part 5

Jimmy, Krik, Dhillon, Tess, and Edgar lead Reverend Meat, Sickness, Shmee, and Nailbunny quickly through the underground halls.

“How much farther?” Shmee asks as they go down yet another flight of stairs.

“Not much,” Jimmy replies, “a couple floors.” “You said that a couple floors ago,” Sickness grumbles.

They all skid to a stop as they notice someone approaching them. Down the hall is a downtrodden Korean girl. She looks at them with mild surprise as she stops.

“That’s Ki-Joo!” Tess gasps.

“What is she doing?” Jimmy asks.

They stare at each other for a second before the zombies and Night Terrors wordlessly step aside so Ki-Joo can pass. She does so quietly and they watch her head up the stairs.

“Should we let her know about the fight going on?” Nailbunny asks.

“Eh, she’ll realize eventually,” Reverend Meat shrugs and they continue on.

Meanwhile, a couple floors up, Mr. Fuck and Psycho Doughboy have begun their battle with Nil and Señor Bondage.

Señor Bondage lashes a pair of whips at them. They both dodge and draw weapons from their hats- Eff, a sword, and D-boy, a large mallet. Together, they charge the betas.

Nil waves his hands, releasing a thin wave of blackness. The Doughboys duck under it and continue charging.

“You think you can even touch me?” he taunts and throws out two blasts from both hands. The Doughboys are forced to retreat, back flipping away and diving through the hole in the floor Reverend Meat made.

“This cramped hallway really dampens our agility,” Eff whines, “and if we’re hit by that blast, we’ll be turned to dust.”

“Then we better deal with him first,” D-boy declares. They both nod agreeably.

“Running away?” Nil sings and skips down the hall. As he approaches the hole, a blade jabs through the floor and right through his left foot.

Nil cries out in pain as D-boy leaps up out of the hole. He swings his mallet, smashing Nil in the face and ripping his foot in half off the blade as he flies down the hall.

Without skipping a beat, D-boy swings the mallet at Señor Bondage. He blocks with a strap and the hammer bounces off and smacks D-boy in the face.

“Ow, what the fuck!” he cries as he stumbles back.

Eff jumps up out of the hole and swings his knives at Señor Bondage. He blocks with the strap, the blades not even damaging it. Eff is so shocked, he can’t even dodge when Señor Bondage kicks him in the stomach. He stumbles back, gripping his abdomen as he crouches next to D-boy.

“What are those straps made of?” Eff questions, flabbergasted. “They’re unbreakable.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” D-boy grunts, wiping blood from his bruised face.

They turn at the sound of grunting and see Nil struggling to his feet, keeping the weight off his injured foot.

“You fucking assholes,” he snarls, “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Move!” Eff exclaims as Nil sends a wave of blackness down the hall. The Doughboys try to flip away, but Señor Bondage catches them with his straps, wrapping them around their waists and stopping them in their tracks. They look back fearfully as the void approaches. Then they grab the straps and pull Señor Bondage out in front of them. The blast hits him straight-on, and he completely disappears.

“No!” Nil cries.

“Oh, shit that was close,” Eff sighs.

“I’ll destroy you both!” he howls furiously, “I’ll destroy everything!”

“Don’t blame us cause you killed your brother,” D-boy retorts.

“Shut up!” he snaps and releases a large black blast. The Doughboys flip backwards and dive through the hole, but they’re just half a second too slow. They both cry as the blast connects with their legs, Eff’s left and D-boy’s right.

“Yes!” Nil cheers and runs over to the hole. He expects to see nothing, but instead sees a trail of discoloured blood running along the floor.

“What?” he questions and drops down. The blood leads over to the stairwell at the other end of the hall. He starts to charge over when he hears a voice.

“I thought your little void trick was supposed to completely destroy us. I guess we’re just so powerful, you could only destroy the part it touched,” D-boy scoffs.

“It sucks either way,” Eff adds, “cause if we’ve learned anything from our time as human, it’s that the power to create is far greater than just the power to destroy.”

“We were given that power by Squee when he created our human bodies,” D-boy continues. “Now we can pull anything we want out of our hats. There are limitations but we can work around them to create whatever we want, even the power to destroy.”

“And that’s why we’ll always be better than you.”

Nil cautiously approaches the stairwell as they talk. Void energy swirls around his hands as he steps through the doorway to find two little Styrofoam figures of Mr. Fuck and Psycho Doughboy standing on a step.

As he blinks with confusion, the real Doughboys drop down from the ceiling of the stairwell directly behind him. He turns as they click their tongues. They grin and point their hats at him, one inside the other with their hands through the opening.

“Have your void back,” Eff grunts and they pull out their hands. A void blast is released right at Nil. He barely has time to scream before it hits him, and he disappears into nothingness.

Eff and D-boy pant as they put their hats back on and look at each other. They’re leaning on each other as they’re both now missing a foot. Dark coloured blood dribbles from their ankle holes.

“Think we’ll bleed out?” D-boy asks.

“I think our bigger issue is not being able to walk properly,” Eff replies.

“Even bigger than dying?”

“We’re gonna die anyway, right?”

“Right. We better catch up with the others then.”

“Yeah, but first…” Eff grabs his hat and sticks his severed ankle into it. He pulls it back out with a wooden peg leg attached.

“Not bad,” he comments as he steps on it and winces. “Kinda hurts.”

“Not like we have actual medical help,” D-boy points out as he does the same thing with his leg.

“Okay, let’s catch up with the others,” Eff orders. They hobble down the stairs, leaning against each other to keep from toppling over on their new legs.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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MY DEAR WIFE. I DESIRE A SEQUEL TO THE JIMMY EMPIRE FIC. I MADE THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT TO MAKE MY DEMANDS. NOW GO BE FREE. WRITE YOU FANTASTIC FANFIC WRITER YOU. -BEST SPOUSE, PURP <3

this was a popular request LMAO :D

here’s the first part

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The ringing of her communicator wakes Lizzie up late in the night. Blinking herself awake, she quickly answers it, speaking quietly so as to not awaken her sleeping fiance next to her. “Hello?”

“Lizzie, it’s Pixl,” comes the familiar British voice. “I’m so sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” Lizzie says. “Is something wrong?”

“Something’s happened with Jimmy.”

Lizzie’s heart skips a beat. “Is he okay?”

“I’ll explain everything later but I could really use your help right now. Are you able to come to the Cod Empire?”

Momentarily forgetting that Pixl can’t see her, Lizzie nods. “Of course, I’ll come over right away.”

“Thanks so much, Lizzie,” says Pixl gratefully. “See you soon.”

“See you.”

Lizzie puts down her communicator and gets out of bed. Just as she’s finished changing, her fiance stirs in his bed and murmurs, “What’s going on? Who was that?”

“Pixl,” replies Lizzie softly, secretly glad he’s awake; she wouldn’t have woken him first. “Something’s happened to Jimmy, and Pixl needs me. You okay to come over to the Cod Empire with me?”

Joel sits up in his bed, immediately more awake. “Of course, of course. Let me get dressed.”

The two fly straight over to the Cod Empire and land outside Jimmy’s house. Pixl answers the door on the first knock. “Queen Lizzie, thank you for coming,” he says gratefully. “And King Joel.”

He leads them inside. Lizzie and Joel both gasp simultaneously as they spot Jimmy lying on the bed.

Joel freezes but Lizzie dashes to his side and grasps his hand, staring down in horror at the bruises covering Jimmy’s face. “Oh my goodness! What happened to him?! Is he okay?!”

Pixl joins her on Jimmy’s other side. “He’s recovering,” he responds grimly. “You know the demon Xornoth that’s shown their face around the server lately?”

“Heard of them.”

“fWhip and Sausage seem to be around the epicentre of the whole thing. They captured Jimmy, kept him in a cell for a whole day, beat him several times, then tried to sacrifice him to Xornoth. Scott and I managed to save him but he almost died from his injuries before Scott was able to heal him somewhat with magic.”

Lizzie gazes down at Jimmy with a worried expression, gently touching his face. He stirs slightly under her touch.

After a moment, she speaks again, her tone low and dangerous. “fWhip and Sausage, you said?”

Pixl nods. “Yeah. Scott and I chased them off but I’m a little worried about them returning to finish the job. That’s why I asked you over; I could do with some help protecting him. If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Lizzie retracts her hand and presses her fist into her palm. “Hell, if either of them show their faces around here, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.”

Now Joel moves closer to the bed, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Poor Jimmy… I can’t imagine how terrified he must’ve been.”

As Pixl opens his mouth to respond, another knock at the door sounds. The three frown at each other, trying to work out who could possibly be at the door.

After a moment, Pixl heads back over to the door and answers it. His gaze darkens when he sees who’s standing there. “You’re not welcome here.”

Lizzie stiffens as she hears MythicalSausage’s voice: “I just wanted to ask how Jimmy is. And to… apologise.”

“Apologise?!” Lizzie bursts out.

Joel draws Pixl out of the way as Lizzie storms to the door and shoves Sausage backwards. “You TORTURED my friend and you think you can just walk over here and APOLOGISE?!”

Sausage scrambles back as a furious Lizzie bears down on him. “I had nothing to do with hurting him! That was all fWhip!”

“YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT BETTER?!” Lizzie bellows.

She flings out her arms and manipulates the ocean water into grabbing hold of Sausage and bringing him closer to her. “ACK!” Sausage chokes, struggling uselessly. “LIZZIE!”

“I’m going to kill you, Sausage,” growls Lizzie. “Would you rather be flung high into the air and fall to your death or drowned in salty ocean water?”

“N-Neither!”

A dark smile appears on Lizzie’s face. “Too bad. I’ve decided I’m gonna drown you.”

She lifts the water higher. His scream is abruptly cut off as the water envelopes his head, stopping him from breathing. She watches with satisfaction as his air slowly runs out.

But then Pixl’s voice comes from behind her: “Lizzie, he’s calling for you. He needs you.”

Lizzie pauses, weighing up her options. Eventually, she releases Sausage onto the dock, taking grim pleasure in the way he splutters and coughs up water. “You’re lucky this time, Sausage,” she says. She kneels down beside him and pushes her face close to Sausage’s with a menacing glare. “But if you ever, and I mean EVER, come near Jimmy again, you’re gonna wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Y-Yes!” gasps Sausage.

Lizzie steps back and lets Sausage flee, before rushing back inside and back to Jimmy’s side. Her ally is stirring, his eyelids fluttering. “L-Lizz...ie…”

“I’m here,” whispers Lizzie softly, holding his hand against her cheek to reassure him of her presence. “I’m here, Jimmy. Are you okay?”

Jimmy coughs weakly. “M-My wrists hurt.”

Frowning, Lizzie pushes down Jimmy’s sleeve, revealing the thick red marks. “Wh-What is this?!” she gasps. “Pixl?”

“It’s…” Pixl hesitates, knowing what his next words will likely cause. “They’re burn marks. He had his hands tied behind his back for most of the day in that cell.”

Joel glances sharply at his fiancee. “Uh oh.”

Thunder sounds overhead as dark clouds rapidly slide across the sky. Lizzie’s expression remains steady, but lightning flashes in her eyes. “I’ll be right back, Jimmy,” she says, her voice as steady as her expression. But it’s just an act for Jimmy’s benefit and both Pixl and Joel know it.

Neither Pixl nor Joel stop her as she storms out of the hut and takes off flying towards the Grimlands. She lands atop the outer wall, rain starting to fall from the sky.

“FWHIP!” she bellows, her voice rolling through the clouds and echoing across the land.

Seconds later, the count himself appears atop his tower, within audible distance despite the increasingly loud thunder overhead. “Queen Lizzie!” He spreads his arms wide. “How may I help you?”

A bolt of lightning strikes the very top of fWhip’s tower.

“Aha, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Ocean Queen?” fWhip laughs.

Instead of replying verbally, Lizzie lifts her arms and summons a giant wave of water from the river, sending it crashing down like a tsunami over the Grimlands.

“NO!” fWhip yells. “My villagers! You’re gonna drown my villagers!”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU TORTURED JIMMY AND TRIED TO MURDER HIM!” roars Lizzie.

fWhip stares at her for a moment as he finally remembers that Lizzie is one of Jimmy’s closest allies. “...oh…”

Shaking himself into action, fWhip dives down into his flooded village. Lizzie watches him, taking grim satisfaction in watching him flounder around in desperation. She doesn’t even realise how close he is to death until-

fWhip drowned

Lizzie quickly dissipates the flood and jumps down to look for fWhip’s items. As she’s starting to pick them up, fWhip reappears, so she retreats back to a safe distance.

“I’ll get my revenge for this, Ocean Queen,” growls fWhip. “I will not take the attempted murder of my villagers lying down.”

“I don’t give a crap,” Lizzie snaps back. “Don’t you dare think about going near Jimmy ever again, because if you do, I can promise you I will wipe your goddamn empire off the face of the world and I will NOT regret doing it.”

fWhip narrows his eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong empire. I too have the power to wipe an empire out of existence.”

“I live in the ocean. The bulk of my empire is underwater now. Your TNT will make a scratch at most.”

fWhip’s mouth opens, then closes again. After a moment, he looks away. “Fine.”

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re backing down that easily?”

“I’m being smart. You’ve no idea what’s coming, Lizzie. I do. I need to prepare. I can’t afford to be dragged into another war right now.”

As fWhip turns, he finds Lizzie extremely close to him. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close so that their faces are inches apart. “Then don’t start one,” she snarls. “Stay away from my allies.”

She shoves fWhip away and takes off again, flying back to the swamp. Part of her feels bad at the attack on fWhip’s innocent villagers but she pushes it aside. fWhip tortured Jimmy and was perfectly willing to slaughter him when he was tied up and defenceless.

Lizzie has no sympathy or mercy for a person like that.

When she gets back, Joel meets her at the door. “Lizzie, you’re back!” he gasps. “I saw the death message in chat.”

“Yes. fWhip needed to be told that I won’t tolerate him hurting my Jimmy.” Her gaze flickers from Joel to Pixl and back again. “Or any of you.”

Joel gazes at her with almost visible hearts in his eyes. “I love you so much, Lizzie.”

Lizzie can’t help a chuckle. “I love you too.”

“Guys, guys, come quick!” Pixl calls suddenly. “Guys!”

The two quickly rush to Jimmy’s beside but stop dead simultaneously when they see what Pixl is so panicked about.

A mark has appeared on Jimmy’s neck. It looks like some kind of rune, but what’s worrying about it is the fact that it’s glowing red.

“What is this?” Lizzie gasps. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know! It just appeared!”

After a few seconds, the glowing dies down, leaving only the clear black mark.

“This has got to be something to do with the demon,” says Pixl shakily. “I don’t know what or how or why, but somehow, fWhip and Sausage’s attempted sacrifice of Jimmy must’ve caused this.”

“But what can we do about it?” Joel asks. “What can we do to help?”

Pixl has no answer to this.

Nobody does.

#empires smp #pixlriffs #ldshadowlady #solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #fwhip #mythicalsausage #vaunna’s requests

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honklore · 3 years

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would you please consider doing maybe a soulmate au where anything you write appears on your soulmate with karl? i just love the idea of maybe doing little doodles all over your skin and it appearing on his and he likes talking about it on stream which is maybe what brought you two together? one of your friends who watches mcyt saw a clip of him talking about a specific flower they remember you drawing and this lead you to maybe writing out a small message for karl during a stream that made him super giddy? sorry if this was very confusing and i totally get it if you don’t wanna write it, thank you for your time! :)

sincerely yours | karl jacobs

(gn reader, soulmate au, chat is supportive, karl’s lil doodles like he shows on his priv but he draws them on his skin instead)

listen to: make you feel my love (cover) by jj heller

karl jacobs my beloved !!!!!

the sweetest romantic when it comes to the soulmate bond

counted down the days until his eighteenth bday when he could finally communicate with you

okay i’m going to switch your request to where karl is the one constantly doodling if that’s okay !!!!

with all my heart i believe karl would doodle every single day!!! never misses a day to the point where jimmy is like. bringing cleansing wipes to mr beast filming like,,,, dude i’m sorry but you can’t have squiggly marks up your neck while we’re filming we are ~professionals~

a total romantic,,,, like. downloads reddit and reads thru r/soulmatestories before he goes to bed,,, scrolls soulmatesuggestions blogs on tumblr

he’s just so in want of that close bond that he does everything he can to get into contact with you

tries to join late bloomer groups before they tell him that 22 years old isn’t late and he’s still extremely young

he’s just v impatient okay !!!!!

once he begins streaming regularly instead of a tattoo check chat asks to see whatever doodle he drew or received that day !!!!

worries a lot bc he hears a lot of rejection stories and he’s scared of being rejected

so sometimes when he’s rlly anxious or insecure he’ll scrub all of the writing off in the shower and wear long sleeves to avoid looking for your scrawl

YOU ARE ONE BUSY BEE

between school/job/life/family/friends and whatever else you do or don’t have going on, you often forget to draw notes for your soulmate

you’ve gathered a LOT of things about him tho

he writes his name w a lil smiley almost every week

(hey it’s me karl :))

writes u a Goodnight Drawing before bed

except for him goodnight is just right before whenever he goes to sleep and for you it’s like. 10pm.

so you’ll wake up to pee at 5am and find a drawing of a worm on your leg (goodnight!!)

writes lil notes about his tales ideas except you have no idea what they mean rip

(inbetween segment longer? talk to ranboo)

doodles his favorite cartoon characters (ayo!!!)

has colored markers for when he’s feeling especially creative

let’s say you have a retail job

and you can’t have drawings anywhere noticeable per company policy

so you spend most mornings scrubbing off any evidence of karl

which like,,,, makes karl extremely sad but he’s a streamer AND his friends are streamers so he forgets some people have like. jobs that require dress codes

even when jimmy makes him scrub off his drawings, it’s only if they’re extra distracting

one day you finally get tired of waking up thirty minutes early every morning (can u pls draw somewhere that’s not noticeable in a uniform? thanks.)

karl draws a lil kermit the frog on his tummy and it shows up on yours. the marks are all jagged bc he kept laughing whenever the pen tickled him

but it’s so endearing that he followed ur instructions

he keeps the drawings to stomach, thighs, and sometimes his feet which he thinks is literally the funniest thing ever to your dismay (nice to feet you !!!! haha !!!!)

you don’t have time to watch streams unfortunately, but your best friend does :))

your bsf is on quacktwt so she knows who karl is

in one of quackity’s jackbox streams they make fun of karl’s drawing skills

and your friend is like ಠ_ಠ that is the same worm that is always on my bestie’s shoulder

and you’ve never told anyone that you know your soulmate’s name

so your friend only has a stupid (endearing) worm drawing for reference

she screenshots it and sends it to you like, lol quackity’s friend karl draws worms that look just like ur soulmate’s drawings

and ur like,,,,,, karl? his name is karl?

and bless ur heart that’s how u find out ur soulmate is a minecraft twitch streamer (derogatory)

you do your best to watch his streams and try to figure him out ,,,, like who he is as a person

and he’s just the biggest sweetie pie :((

you drew a rose for him during your lunch break one day and that night he showed his chat and got so excited

“chat i think they’re romancing me 0.0”

you get so thrilled that you draw him another doodle, this one of a lil heart

and he literally squeals and shoves his wrist against the lens so quickly that it blurs and makes you audibly laugh

you continue to draw him stuff throughout the next few streams

until finally he’s doing a chill alt stream, watching some yt vids

you know when karl is wrapped up in his fuzzy blanket and yawning while he tries to focus on the video :(((((((( yeah ://///

and you get so overwhelmed with fondness that you uncap your marker

(i like you karl)

and he doesn’t see it until he takes his arm out of the blanket to grab his can of monster

chat sees it first so they’re spamming

and when he reads it he gets SO red and he literally has to call the stream bc he’s too flustered to think of anything else

like he’s finally getting somewhere with you and he’s so so excited

when the stream ends he writes on his arm this entire anxious essay basically asking if you guys can find somewhere to meet or if he can at least have your number

and you can fill in the rest, but ofc the two of you become quite literally the dynamic duo.

absolutely adorable

your bestie makes you promise you’ll help her meet quackity since she basically made the discovery but that’s another story for another time

thank you for requesting !!!

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs au #karl jacobs fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt au #mcyt fluff

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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48 and 31 for Jimmy please!! ❤️

The Darling Method to Cheer You Up

31. “My mouth? Or my fingers?”

48. “Watch yourself in the mirror.”

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Words- 2k

Summary- You’ve been feeling insecure so Jimmy cheers you up with his sweet words, and his fingers. He insists that you see how beautiful you are when you cum.

The ending isn’t as good as some of my other endings.

Enjoy! :)

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You sat on your stool, looking away from the mirror. You sigh and brush through your hair a few more times before quickly putting the hairbrush on the table, avoiding looking at yourself. Some days are easier than others, but today was particularly difficult. Selling tickets, you saw a lot of beautiful women come to the show to watch Jimmy. A lot of women who already knew him from Tupperware parties; gorgeous women who already had a taste of what it’s like to be with Jimmy. Though usually you watch the shows and cheer Jimmy on, you couldn’t bare to stay through the whole show tonight. After you sold your last ticket, you stood at the side of the audience, near a group of women wearing big puffy dresses; housewives with nothing better to do. Once Jimmy came on stage, they started giggling about him and sharing what it was like to have him work his magic fingers in you. What caught your attention was that one of them said that she wouldn’t bear having her man go and finger other women for money. If a woman that pretty would be insecure dating Jimmy, why wouldn’t you be?

And that’s when you left. You went to your caravan and got undressed and took your makeup off. You put on some of Jimmy’s clothes and after brushing your hair, you tried to look in the mirror. Jimmy was a big man, and his clothes were barely baggy on you. You couldn’t stand to look at yourself anymore and instead laid down on the bed, overthinking every inch of your body.

Thankfully, Jimmy interrupts your dark thoughts by opening the door to the caravan and greeting you. You give him a quick smile and then look away from him, so he doesn’t notice the tears welling up in your eyes. But as he slowly walks over to the bed, taking off his jacket, he bends down and looks at you. He puts his hand on your arm, worried about your lack of enthusiasm at him coming. You were always delighted that you and Jimmy could spend some time together, so your aloofness concerned him.

“Hey…”, Jimmy says softly, stroking your arm. You turn to look at him and he notices the tears in your eyes. He sits up on the edge of the bed and cups your face with your hand, forcing you to look at him. He wipes a single tear off your cheek with his thumb and softly asks you what’s wrong.

“I’m just…It’s cause…You go out every day and meet so many beautiful women, it’s hard not to feel insecure”, you say and sit up, avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend.

Jimmy frowned and looked you in the eye, which made you look at him.

“I can’t believe my gorgeous girl feels insecure”, he says softly. You huffed, which made him frown more.

“I love and cherish every single inch of you”. Jimmy put his hands on your waist and squeezed you a little. You immediately take his hands off your sides, but Jimmy doesn’t give in. He pushes you back to lay on the bed and holds your wrists at the sides of your shoulders. He climbs over you and kisses you so softly that you feel like a porcelain doll, every kiss laying on you like he’s scared he might break you. You kiss him back softly and you two share the kiss for a sweet minute, as you melt inside at how comforting it is to have Jimmy close to you. The kiss is full of love and care and doesn’t become sexual until Jimmy starts kissing your neck. Your heart flutters and as he marks your neck with some tender love bites, you can’t help but moan. You stiffen up slightly as Jimmy straddles you and pulls on your shirt to take it off.

“I love you wearing my shirts, but I love it even more when you’re not wearing my shirts”.

“That didn’t make sense”, you giggle.

“Just shhh let me take it off”, Jimmy says and rolls his eyes dramatically. He smiles at you straight after and pulls your shirt off, leaving you in only undies. He looks at your chest and admires you, before he lets out a little moan and leans down, pressing more sweet kisses on your skin, from your neck down to your boobs. He smushes his face in between your boobs and exhales happily.

“How could you have these on your chest all the time and not love yourself?”

You laugh at him and bite your lip nervously as he starts kissing them again. Every soft suck on your skin sends tingles straight down to your undies. Jimmy lowers his kiss down to your stomach, his hands never leaving your boobs, kneading them gently. He kissed down your stomach and your thighs, each kiss leaving an imprint with a bigger impact than the last.

“My mouth? Or my fingers?”

You break out of your lax and relaxed state and look down at him between your legs. Your lips open and close as you can’t decide, but Jimmy makes the decision for you.

“I’ll give you what no other woman at Tupperware parties gets”. He resists the temptation to rip your underwear off and gently slides it down your legs instead. He spreads your legs with his hands forcefully and gets comfortable between them.

“Wait! Shall we uh…69?”, you say and look down at Jimmy only an inch away from your heat. Every breath he takes makes you shiver.

“No darling, tonight is all about you”.

Jimmy, like most other guys, loves blowjob and it was hard to believe he would willingly let down a time to face fuck you. But you didn’t argue, although he was being sensual with you today, you knew that if you protested, his dominant Daddy side would come out and punish you.

He licks a long strip up your slit, making you moan and throw your head back to relax your body. You yearned to take in every bit of love and pleasure he was going to give you today. After a singular lick, he forcefully spits on your pussy and thrusts his fingers all the way in. Surprised at his sudden actions, you let out a loud moan as you listen to the sound of Jimmy pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy and humming in satisfaction at how covered they are. He pushes them back in and wriggles them, slowly increasingly curling them at the roof of your pussy. You throw your head back into the pillow and open your mouth, not stopping any moans that want to come out. Right as Jimmy curls his fingers at a sweet spot inside you, he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it. You grip the sheets beneath you and let out rhythmic moans each time Jimmy curls his fingers. After a few more curls and sucks, you clench your jaw and try to hold in your orgasm as much as you can. Jimmy pulls his mouth away from you and immediately replaces it with his thumb, rubbing circles in time with his fingers.

“Let go baby, don’t hold it in”.

His sweet words (but mostly his fingers) bring you to orgasm and you moan his name, shaking your legs and the bed. Jimmy smiles watching you cum, listening to the moans you make and the creaks of the bed. He keeps his fingers in you a little longer and pulls them out when you look tired. You try to catch your breath and look over at Jimmy standing up next to the bed. He puts his big arms under your knees and behind your shoulders, and you give him a puzzled look. He picks you up and you giggle, not expecting it at all. He walks you two over to the stool you were previously sat on, in front of the mirror, and sets you down on his lap. You stare at the mirror and frown, noticing how messy you look. Stray hairs, fly-aways, and your face and chest with sweat droplets on them. Jimmy picks you up slightly and slowly sits you down on his dick making you gasp, still sensitive and tight from your previous orgasm. You hold onto his strong arms as they wrap around you, holding your legs, and you look down.

“Now doll, don’t wriggle too much, remember we’re on a stool”, Jimmy laughs and kisses your shoulder. You put your feet on his knees and slightly push up and down, trying to ride him as carefully as possible and he holds onto your legs to help you. After a few slow jumps, you put your hand between your legs and rub your clit, looking down at it, watching yourself ride Jimmy.

“Watch yourself in the mirror.”

Your eyes widen and you turn your head to look at Jimmy, but he cups your face and turns it to the mirror in front of you. He puts his hand under your knees and grips tightly, holding you up. He gives you a smirk in the mirror and thrusts up, fucking you faster. You rub yourself faster and try to keep your eyes on the mirror, but pleasure overtaking your body and making you shut them. Jimmy quickly lets go of your leg for a second to slap your ass, making you open your eyes and look at him in the mirror.

“Now, what did I just say?”, Jimmy says sternly and quietly, right in your ear.

“Yes Daddy”.

You look at Jimmy innocently in the mirror and he picks you up and fucks you faster. His expression changes as your eyes practically beg for him to stretch you out. He kisses your neck, not breaking his dominant eye contact with you in the mirror and you quickly approach your second orgasm.

“If you look away while you cum, I’ll pull out”.

You whine at him and he clicks his tongue a few times in your ear. You obey his dirty words, and you watch Jimmy moan in your neck, his thrusts getting sloppier. You clench around him as pleasure takes over you, you strain trying to keep your eyes on the mirror in front of you instead of closing them. Jimmy always kept his word and edging isn’t something new to either of you, so you kept looking in front to make sure you get what you want. He groans loudly and kisses your shoulder. You both moan as you release together, looking at yourself and each other, both covered in sweat and moaning incoherently. He thrusts a few more times in you and then rests you on his lap, not pulling out.

“Aren’t you beautiful like this?”, Jimmy whispers and rubs his hands over your thighs and your boobs. He kisses your neck and shoulder and you watch him in the mirror, admiring your body, love practically pouring out of his eyes as he touches all his favorite parts of you. There was clearly no need to be insecure, and it warmed you on the inside to think that you get this man in a way no other woman does. You fall asleep by his side and wake up to his morning kisses.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be insecure just because you see gorgeous women every day-”

Jimmy interrupts you, “I see plenty of women every day; the only gorgeous woman I see is you”. You smile warmly at him in the mirror and look over your shoulder to give him a kiss. You clearly bend over a little too much as your combined weight makes you both topple backwards and off the stool. You quickly stand up off him, getting off his dick, and put your hand out to help him up.

He accepts, holding your hand tightly and pulling you back down towards the floor and right on top of him.

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maraudereestauderelb · 3 years

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Touched

A Duff McKagan smut One Shot

Prompt: You go to a concert with one of your friends and band mates, who's having a thing with no other than the band's guitarist Slash. After the show you get to meet Duff McKagen and somehow end up having your first time with him.

MASTERLIST

Warning: sex (duh)

"They're good aren't they?", Y/F/N shouted over the loud music. "Amazing!" "Told ya!"

We were dancing along to the loud music and enjoying ourselves. It had taken her quite some time to convince me to come with her instead of heading for the Troubadour with our other two band mates. Apparently coming with my bassist had been the right choice though.

After a world tour, a successful album and quite a bit more money in my bank account than before we had left LA, I still felt more at home right here. In a rundown club on the strip with a still upcoming rock band on stage.

Y/F/N and I had fit in perfectly. Nobody would recognize just the two of us having a great time and getting drunk. Except maybe the group of aspiring musicians and rising rock bands of the strip. In this circle everyone knew everyone, knew in which bands they had played, who they were associated with, had partied together before and so on and so forth.

That was exactly the reason why we had ended up here. The lead guitarist used to play in a band called Road Crew and had surely attended one of the parties at our trailer before. Y/F/N knew him and she had told me he was in a new band that was very close on getting a record deal. "You gotta check them out! Heard they're fuckin good", had been the argument that had won me over in the end. Not so much her initial reason to come here. That being the fact that apparently the guy had been an awesome fuck and she wanted to get laid by him again.

Now being here, I didn't regret it. I was having fun! And I was back in my usual habitat and in a situation that was familiar. If after the concert she wanted to leave with her black haired curly-head she was free to do so. Either I'd bump into someone I knew or would simply head home and call it a night.

The singer seemed familiar as well and if I remembered correctly Nikki had left his ass outside at one of their parties.

"Yo, what's the lead singer's name again?", I asked Y/F/N. "Oh that's Axl. Hollywood Rose, remember?" "Oh yea, right!"

I got why those boys were apparently very close to making it. Shit, was Guns n' Rosesgood!

Y/F/N had successfully gotten us all the way through the crowd to the stage, where we danced and sang along some more until the band was finished.

A few moments after the last song had ended the club put on some generic rock music and blasted them through the speakers.

"You gonna head backstage or wait here?" This wasn't the type of club in which the band would go off stage and head backstage never to be seen again. They had a small room for all of them to change and would then most likely come out to party. I knew, because we had played here before.

"He saw me, so trust me, he's gonna come to me", she grinned, and I once again admired her confidence.

It didn't take too long before Slash really showed up. He greeted me as well and congratulated on our album, so I told him what a sick guitar player he is. I give credit where it's due.

But I also understood that it was probably best for me to piss off now. So that's what I did. I figured I'd get one last drink and keep my eyes open in case of seeing anybody I knew. And for real I spotted a few people I knew from college who quickly waved me over.

After telling them the generic shit everybody wanted to know coming back from tour, it actually turned into a lot of fun to party with them. No coke but sure as hell a lot of alcohol.

It was hours later when they decided to leave and I had actually planned to leave with them

when I spotted a barkeeper, I knew. He had also attended a bunch of our parties and was a cool guy. So I sat down at the bar and joked around with him some more as the club kept getting emptier.

The club surely was anything but empty at one point, neither was it packed. It wasn't so crowded anymore, and I had completely lost track of time when someone sat down on the barstool next to me.

I didn't pay much attention and simply took another sip from my vodka lemon until he said: "You know, your friend's already gone, right?"

I turned to face him and recognized him as one of Slash's band members, right after I had been speechless for a moment because of how handsome he was.

"Yea, I know", I nodded and added grinning: "So is your guitarist, right?" "Obviously", he answered laughing: "Should've seen him backstage after the concert, couldn't get to her fast enough!" I joined his laughter, finished my drink and looked around. "Your remaining band member's left with a groupie as well, huh?" "No, fuckin idea where they are", he smiled and waved over to Jimmy, the barkeeper: "Another one of these for the little Rockstar here and I take whatever she has."

"Thank you", I told him with a soft smile. He waved it off: "I'm Duff McKagan by the way." "Y/N Y/L/N", I replied. "I know, was at one of your trailer parties before ya guys became famous." "Oh were you?", I asked surprised. I would've bet I'd recognize such a pretty face. Blond, tall, bassist. I was in fuckin heaven.

"You then ones with the trailer with the IV in the living room, right?" "Yupp, that's us", I nodded with a smirk: "Then I'm sorry for not recognizing you..."

"Don't worry bout it", he smiled: "Doubt we got the chance to talk...not that I wouldn't have wanted to..."

"We should have! Then I probably would've listened to you guys sooner! And Oh. My. God. You're amazing!", I gushed excitedly. "Thanks! Hoping it'll get us where you are now." "You'd have to be a complete idiot not to fuckin sign you!"

"I fucking hope so", he sighed and took a big gulp from his vodka: "You the song writer, right?" He suddenly changed the topic.

"Yes, why?" "I dunno", he shrugged: "When I first saw your music video on TV I couldn't help but fuckin wonder what complete asshole hurt this beautiful girl..."

His words hit me like a fucking train, because they reminded me of my former best friend Nikki Sixx, whom I had been stupid enough to fall for, but soon my drunken brain focused on something else: He thought I was beautiful...

"An asshole that's no longer a problem", I laughed. "Well cheers to that", the blond guy smirked and clicked our glasses: "Lucky me."

I returned his smirk and soon felt his hand on my thigh.

"How come you didn't leave with a groupie?", I tease him and sip on my glass. "Not my thing..." "What an utter liar", I thought. "And also", he went on: "I saw you in the crowd dancing next to your friend and knew exactly who to go for."

The way he looked into my eyes send chills through my body and I quickly took another sip from my drink.

"You alright?", Jimmy asked from further away to make sure I was fine, and I quickly nodded.

"You're pretty confident, huh?", I asked Duff. "Why?" "Well, what if that one girl you decided to go for wasn't interested?", I teased him.

Was I interested? I mean...damn he was hot and watching him on stage had been hot! His touch on my thigh made me feel hot! But for fuck's sake I didn't knowhim!

"That would be pretty sad for both of us", he shrugged and winked at me before looking at his glass and away from me.

Was he right? God, I could already feel the heat inside of me rising and a quiet voice in the back of my head reminded me that I had seen him shirtless on stage and wondered what it would feel like to touch him.

But damn it, I was drunk!

He lit a cigarette and I gave my everything not to stare at his lips for longer.

"I liked you better when you were funny and not seductive", I shrugged as well with a smirk and made him laugh. "Ouch, thanks!", he replied smiling: "In that case you'd have loved to see me lookin like an idiot when I got to Slash and your friend hours ago just to realize your gone."

"Maybe you should've hurried more, you know, the way your friend Slash did", I teased him more and calmed my nerves.

"He's just a funny guy", I told myself: "Joke around with him some more and then get your ass back home."

"Well, in the end you waited here for me anyway." "Rockstars don't wait for anyone", I joked and took the cigarette from him to take a drag as well. I could tell he was staring at my lips this time but was ripped out of his thoughts when I handed it back.

He cleared his throat and said: "Always wanted to fuck a rockstar."

I almost choked on my drink. That was my sign. The cards were on the table. I should tell him that this certainly wouldn't be the night he'd get what he wants and leave! But I was curious... so damn curious...

I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him! Maybe I could at least make out with him...find out what his lips felt like...there was nothing wrong about that.

"That's what the girls always tell you?", I tried to mock him but was too nervous to sound convincing. "You're quite a joker, huh?" "At least tryin to..."

"It's cute", he admitted. "Good, because I never run out of stupid jokes..."

"Trust me, I'd know a way or two to shut you up", he grinned to himself and took a last drag before he stubbed the cigarette out.

God, his words went straight to my core and put pictures in my head I hated but at the same time desperately wanted to happen. I wanted to find out what he wanted to do!

"Ya know what I always wanted to find out?", I asked without thinking about it twice. "What is it, gorgeous?" "If it's true that bass players don't just have skilled fingers when it comes to playin instruments."

I cracked the joke before I had thought about it. Why? Because I always had to listen to idiots tell me that and because I somehow really wanted to find out.

His smirk grew winder than I had seen it all night and it made me knees weak. "I can definitely show ya that."

"How about you first make me shut up?"

I had barely finished my sentence before I felt his free hand in my neck and soon enough his lips on mine.

I felt like melting right then and there! His lips moving against mine felt so good! But what started as a rather innocent kiss quickly became more heated. I grabbed the hem of his leather jacket, not to pull him closer but because I needed to hold on to something, anything."

His lips were moving against mine before he gently captured my lower lip with his. It was hard not too moan on the spot! And even harder when I tasted his tongue.

I damned those stupid barstools! I wanted him closer, needed him closer.

When we finally separated again my entire body was totally antsy!

"Speechless?", he asked teasingly. God, he was so damn hot!

I tried to think of something witty and fun, but I couldn't summon a single proper thought.

"You know...to prove the other thing we should probably move this somewhere more private...", he whispered into my ear and hadn't goose pumps already covered my entire body they definitely would have after he seductively kissed my neck.

I should tell him no. I should move my fucking ass back home.

But when he leaned back again and all I could think about was how I buried my fingers in his blond hair, I just nodded...

He had his arm around my waist when he let me out of the club and down strip. It was still dark and it wasn't hard to tell that there were still a bunch of parties going on in other places as well. Like I said, I had long lost my sense for time.

"My place ain't far from here", he told me and I nodded. Excitement was bubbling inside of me and gosh, I couldn't wait to kiss him again!

All worries and negative thoughts had been long gone as we walked through the cold night. I kept looking at him from the side and tried to hide the excited smirk on my lips. But

damn, he was even taller than I had guessed and looked so handsome in the dim glow of the streetlights.

I didn't know what to say. Where words needed?

I realized how he eyed me as well and a smug smile appeared on his lips. Shit, I wanted him. I had never felt this need for someone before, but I had also never allowed myself to get this carried away.

I bit my lower lip and tried to clear my thoughts but that attempt was quickly thrown completely over board when he suddenly pressed my back against the closest wall and kissed me. The kiss almost took my breath away.

Here I was standing on the strip with my back against the wall of some club and making out with a complete stranger. And it felt so right.

"Duff", I whimpered against his lips in a needy tone. "We should probably keep going, huh?", he smirked a little out of breath himself. "Except you consider this somewhere more private", I said with a grin on my lips but felt how he led me on with his arm around my hips once again.

"Wouldn't mind", he shrugged and lit another cigarette: "But I wanna take my time with you."

I swallowed hard and accepted the cigarette he wanted to share with me.

The next five minutes of us walking passed mainly without much talking but then I found myself in his one-bedroom apartment.

Alone with him now I felt the nervousness set back in.

So this was how it's gonna be?

"You want somethin to drink or anything?", he asked from behind me and I shook my head. Soon I felt him against my back with his arms around my body and his lips on my neck and shoulder.

I suppressed the low moan that had wanted to escape my lips and simply leaned back against him.

He had soon gripped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. A shiver ran through me but his warm hands that travelled my body soothed me and quickly found the clasp of my bra and opened it.

He was still kissing my neck when he whispered: "Turn around to me." I obeyed immediately.

The sight of my bare breasts exposed before him made him fight to contain his arousal as he hardened in his boxers. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around my nipple. He sucked gently and I failed to find something to hold onto.

It was weird to be almost naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed, at the same time it made me feel excited.

"Get on the bed, I got something to prove", the blond haired told me smirking and I nodded. I tried not to run to the bed and could barely believe how caught up in the moment I was. My entire mind was foggy!

I watched him take off his leather jacket before he walked over to me and moved my thighs apart so he could lay down between them.

I could feel him hard against my center through our clothes but before the nervousness consumed me he had his lips on mine again and consumed my senses instead.

His body was pressed against mine and he traced his fingers down my body. He stroked over my thighs and spread them even more before moving to my panties.

Through the fabric he pressed his hand against me and gently rubbed me. A soft moan left my lips and I stirred underneath him and spread my legs further. Duff smirked against my breats and took my nipple in his mouth again as he began to rub me through my panties. His fingers ran over my slit as heat began to pool and I whimpered.

"Duff", I moaned softly.

He pulled away from my titts and brought his lips to mine while his fingers rubbed at my clit.

My eyes were closed, and I was lost in the moment, but I managed to bring my hand to his head and tangled my fingers in his blond, long hair. My lips parted as another soft moan left them and Duff pushed his tongue inside my mouth, massaging my tongue with his own.

His fingers were moving in circles over my clit and I whimpered against his lips as my panties became more soaked with each move he made.

I moaned and writhed on the bed as his hand travelled beneath my panties. Both of us moaned as he ran his middle finger between my folds, feeling how wet I was.

I whined his name again and lifted my hips to meet his hand.

He pushed his erection against my thigh and instinctively I reached down and stroked him through his pants.

"God you’re so wet for me", he growled in in my ear.

I bit my lip and raised my hips when suddenly he pulled away from me.

He knelt on the bed and smirked at me before ripping my panties down my thighs and tossing them to the floor.

My heart felt like it was about to pump out of my fucking chest.

He moved between my legs and crashed his lips against mine.

His fingers made their way back to my core and he pushed his middle finger inside me with ease, making me gasp.

"You want me to fuck you?", he pulled his finger out teasingly slow.

I bit your lip and without thinking I nodded as he pushed his finger back in.

He added a second finger, stretching me slowly: "But not yet."

He pulled his fingers away and I whined at the emptiness. But before I could protest Duff spread my legs apart and laid between them.

He ran the flat of his tongue along my slit, making me gasp and clutch at the sheets.

His tongue ran over my clit in two slow strokes.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and let out a moan.

His tongue ran over my clit in slow circles and he reached his hands up to squeeze my breasts. When he sucked at my clit I let out another moan into my hand and Duff pulled away.

"Oh No, baby", he told me and moved my hand from my mouth: "I wanna hear you."

I bit my lip and watched as he went back to his slow licks and his eyes never left mine as he ran his tongue over me. I felt like I was burning.

I squeezed my eyes shut and reached down, wrapping my fingers in his blond hair and raised my hips to meet him. He pulled back, only slightly and ran his fingers over my slit. He let out a growl as he watched, pushing two fingers into your throbbing pussy.

"Duff", I gasped and already felt extremely full. "Don't panic", I told myself and threw all worries away when he began to pump his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first before he increased his speed.

"You like that, baby girl?"

I moaned in response and he stopped his movements. He sucked at my clit and the change in pleasure made me squirm.

I whined and lifted my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue.

He moaned against me and the vibrations sent pleasure soaring through my veins. He began pumping his fingers once more, curling them against my wall and rubbing against my gspot.

I writhed on the bed, clutching at the sheets because of the amount of pleasure.

"Fuck..."

"You gonna cum for me doll?", he growled against me.

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as my orgasm coursed through me. MY walls clenched around his skilled fingers and his tongue didn’t stop running over your clit, making my legs tremble.

When my orgasm started to slow down he got up and took his clothes off, throwing them anywhere. Before he sat back down between my thighs, I watched him put on a condom through barely open eyelids.

Without a warning and therefor without giving me the time to over think this he plunged his cock into me. I gasped at his size and raked my nails down his back.

The pain was sharp and unknown.

"God you feel so good baby."

He crashed his lips against mine, stifling my moan as he pulled out of me slowly.

"So tight." He pushed into me again. I was frowning and pushed my eyes closed as I was trying to adjust to him. Fuck, he felt so good at the same time this hurt so bad but in the best way possible.

I moaned and ran my hands over his back as he set a pace with deep and slow thrusts. He wanted me to feel every inch of him entering me and he lost himself in the little whimpers I made as he pushed into me. After a few more thrusts when the pain was starting to die down, he pulled out of me and knelt on the bed.

"Rollover", he ordered.

I bit my lip and obeyed, kneeling in front of him on all fours. Duff let out a breath as he looked at my ass.

I felt him run his cock over my center before he pushed into me once more.

"Duff...", I hissed.

His change of angle set a whole new sense of pleasure and he set a faster pace. It hurt but felt so good... His cock slammed into me and I collapsed against the mattress, falling onto my elbows, arching my back more in doing so.

He brought his hand down swiftly, slapping my ass and making me gasp.

Duff gripped my hips and I moaned between breaths as he picked up a fast and hard pace, slamming into me hard and fast. He leaned forward and pulled my hair into a ponytail, his thrusts never slowing down. With a gentle tug at my hair he pulled me back onto all fours and with his spare hand he reached under me.

His fingers found my clit and he rubbed clumsy circles. I bit my lip, trying to contain my moans and arched my back. He leant over me, his breath on my shoulder and hearing his staggered breathing sent me into overdrive. He released his grip in my hair only to wrap his hand around your throat gently and pull me back enough so he could turn my head around to kiss him. Just what I needed.

"You gonna cum for me?"

I attempted to nod, which proved difficult with his grip on my throat. He didn't wait for an answer though and rubbed his fingers over my clit faster.

"Cum for me, babygirl."

I lost all control, my eyes rolling back as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, sending shivers all over my skin. His pace was sloppy now and I knew he was almost ready as well. He slowly pulled away and turned on his back so I knelt down on wobbly legs. I removed the condom and licked along his throbbing cock and he let out a low moan. I took him as deep as I could and began to suck him off until he grasped his cock and pumped it a few times before coming in my mouth.

I swallowed his load and his deep moans send a few last chills through me.

Both of us collapsed against the sheets, a sheer layer of sweat covering my skin as I tried to catch my breath.

"Shit that was good", he exhaled and placed a lazy kiss on my shoulder. "Yes, it was", I thought and grinned to myself, trying to process what had happened.

#guns n roses #smut #duff mckagan #duff mckagan imagine #duff mckagan smut #duff mckagan x reader

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Duck Soup (1933); AFI #60

The next film on the AFI top 100 is a throwback to before the Golden Age of Hollywood when "talkies" were new, Duck Soup (1933). This film was the last attached to a 5 feature contract that the Marx Brothers had with Paramount pictures. It was moderately well received at the time but has since become the most critically acclaimed of the Marx Brothers films. The movie is only 68 minutes and is absolutely packed with gags. It is not, however, packed with a storyline or plot. I want to very briefly go over the summary because that is not what this movie is known for. Let's unnecessarily start with...

SPOILER ALERT? THIS MOVIE HAS NO PLOT. IT IS ALL ABOUT SITE GAGS AND SET PIECES. READ AWAY!!! IT WILL NOT DO ANYTHING TO HURT THE EXPERIENCE!!!

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The film starts off with the wealthy Mrs. Teasdale (Margaret Dumont) insisting that a man that she is sweet on, Rufus T. Firefly (Groucho), be appointed leader of the small, bankrupt country of Freedonia before she will continue to provide much-needed financial aid. Meanwhile, neighboring Sylvania is attempting to annex the country. Sylvanian ambassador Trentino (Louis Calhem) tries to foment a revolution and to woo Mrs. Teasdale, and he tries to dig up dirt on Firefly by sending in spies Chicolini (Chico) and Pinky (Harpo).

After failing to collect useful information against Firefly, Chicolini and Pinky are able to infiltrate the government when Chicolini is appointed Secretary of War after Firefly sees him selling peanuts outside his window. Meanwhile, Firefly's secretary, Bob Roland (Zeppo), suspects Trentino's motives, and he advises Firefly to get rid of Trentino by insulting him. Firefly agrees to the plan, but after a series of personal insults exchanged between Firefly and Trentino, the plan backfires when Firefly slaps Trentino instead of being slapped by him. As a result, the two countries come to the brink of war. Adding to the international friction is the fact that Firefly is also courting Mrs. Teasdale, and, like Trentino, hoping to get his hands on her late husband's wealth.

Trentino learns from his femme fatale spy, Vera Marcal (Raquel Torres), that Freedonia's plans of war are in Mrs. Teasdale's safe and tells her to assist Chicolini and Pinky in stealing them. Chicolini is caught by Firefly and put on trial, during which war is officially declared, and everyone is overcome by war frenzy, breaking into song and dance. Chicolini and Pinky join Firefly and Bob Roland in anarchic battle, resulting in general mayhem.

After a fierce battle, the end of the film finds Trentino caught in a makeshift pillory, with the Brothers pelting him with fruit. Trentino surrenders, but Firefly tells him to wait until they run out of fruit. Mrs. Teasdale begins singing the Freedonia national anthem in her operatic voice and the Brothers begin hurling fruit at her instead.

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There are many exceptionally good and bad aspects of this film. On the good side, there are a couple of amazing set pieces that the Marx Brothers did like no other. The mirror scene in which Groucho and Harpo stand in front of each other and Harpo perfectly mimics his brother's movements was outstanding. Specifically, there is a point where Groucho stands outside the reflection and moves in a ridiculous way past what he thinks is a reflection. The mirroring between the brothers is exceptional. Add in the same dressing gown and cap to the actual resemblance (they are full actual brothers) makes for quite an effect. This mirror gag was first done on film by Charlie Chaplin almost 15 years earlier, but this is likely the most well known and best done example of the bit by real people. It was repeated by Bugs Bunny, Mickey Mouse, The Pink Panther, Tom and Jerry, Scooby-Doo, and the Smurfs. That kind of mirror quality action was only repeatable through animation, apparently.

The constant wardrobe changes during the frenzied war scene have caused full speculative articles to be written. Groucho starts out in a Union officer suit, then appears in a Confederate officer suite, then a British palace guard uniform, and then in what looks to be a boy scout officer suit, and finally a Davy Crockett hat? The deep cynicism and anti-war sentiment of the brothers was blatant. It is summed up by the line "while you're out out there risking life and limb through shot and shell, we'll be in here thinking what a sucker you are." The United States had just gotten out of a war and many militaristic leads felt the need to show off. This lack of care after feeling so dominant following WW1 was the mindset that in part led to the Stock Market crash and the Great Depression. There was turmoil brewing in Europe and many Americans wanted nothing to do with it after seeing so many young boys getting ripped apart by trench warfare and machine gun fire. The brothers were satirizing all of those figures that we use to teach boys to want to fight for their country. They also went after what they believed were the causes of many wars: money and moral indignation between powerful men.

Although the film gives the audience insight into the mindset of much of the population during those extremely turbulent times between wars, it also boasts some of the most unsophisticated humor of a new visual medium. The silly songs do not translate well and sound like something created by a child. With truly clever artists like Frank Zappa, the Dead Kennedys, and national treasure Weird Al Yankovic, the Marx Brother's songs just sound lame to me. I think the same of Groucho's one liners. With comedians like Mitch Hedberg, Paula Poundstone, Steven Wright, and Jimmy Carr, the work of Groucho Marx feels seriously dated and quite cringy.

The real let down for me in this particular film was the fighting between Harpo and the Lemonade salesman. In fact, the character of Pinkie was "The Joker" levels of psychotic. I know he represented the constant undermining of communism. That is fine and makes a good point. Practically speaking, though, he reveled in causing problems for no reason and he was a constant nuisance. I have been around a lot of teachers and they sat that students who act like that are the bane of everyone's existence. It may be witty, but it is not funny. I have seen movies like Borat and Jackass, who are at least very creative in the way they cause problems and mostly harm themselves. I legitimately hate the character of Pinky and find him devoid of any real humor beyond the mirror scene. I also realize that Chicolini is a play on Mussolini, but I didn't really find him funny either. I want to emphasize that these are my opinions and I welcome comments on why Pinkie and Chicolini are hilarious.

There are some things that I do forgive and almost find charming. Directors from the silent film era had to emphasize that their actors over dramatize their lines so that the audience could get even a modicum of tone. This over-the-top dramatic speaking continued with many actors into the era of talking pictures. You can tell that this film was made near the change over because a lot of the actors talk like they are making one continual speech. Just about everyone is projecting for the cheap seats, and I totally appreciate it and smile. I also appreciate that the Marx Brothers absolutely jam pack the film with gags. I don't think many of the gags are funny, but I acknowledge that the movie is 68 minutes of constant jokes and the Marx Brothers made a concerted effort to give their audience the most bang for their buck. Good for them.

So does this movie belong on the AFI top 100? I am actually going to say no. I think that Horse Feathers is a funnier film and has the iconic football scene that got a screen cap on the cover of Time magazine. If the AFI was going to choose a Paramount produced Marx Brothers film, this one seems to me to only be second or third choice of the five. Would I recommend it? Sure. It is definitely dated and the jokes will not make a lot of sense any more, but some of the scenes have become iconic and it is fun to see what has been so heavily referenced in current media. It is a pretty fun movie to sit back and just experience for an hour, so I would give it a shot.

#marx brothers #duck soup #afi films #comedy #black and white #1930s #groucho #harpo #zeppo #chico #mirror scene #introvert #iontroverts #one liners

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So I had an idea for a DeanCas Pokemon AU that I never worked on because it was just too grand of a project, but after commissioning @gabester-sketch to draw this picture of Dean and a Sylveon (here) I’m thinking, even if I never get around to writing it, I still think it was great and am gonna share it.

So, basically, it would have been an AU set in the Kalos region (my favorite region), with Dean and Sam having grown up in Vaniville Town. When they were young, the town was beset by criminals and set aflame, the boys losing their mother in the fire. While Dean got Sam to safety in their neighbor Bobby’s arms, he then got seperated and ended up losing consciousness under a tree. He was mostly unharmed save for twin scars on his palms in the shape of ‘x’s (which he will hide with gloves), but because of the fire he ended up being traumatized of both fire and Pokemon. Fast forward many years, they have been raised by Bobby because, after the fire, John decided to recommit to being a Pokemon trainer and find the villains who set the fire. Sam wants to set out on his own journey, but has been held back by Dean’s worry longer than he should have - meaning all of his friends got to leave town when they were ten while Sam’s been there an extra 6+ years. Until one day, Sam leaves, telling Dean that he is going to start his journey and he hopes he forgives him.

Dean, naturally, chases after Sam - thinking he can catch him before he gets far.

Yet Dean, being Dean, gets lost quite easily in the surrounding grass and forest and his anxieties start rising. He gets cornered by some wild Pokemon and doesn’t know what to do, when suddenly an Espurr appears and battles away the Pokemon. A trainer arrives, too, with mussed dark hair and blue eyes hidden behind wide-rimmed frames, and he’s dressed dishevedly. He introduces himself as Cas and asks why Dean didn’t send out his own Pokemon. Dean says that he doesn’t have any. This begins a conversation that Dean quickly walks away from, stubborn, claiming that he doesn’t need any Pokemon.

He’s lost again, and mad that he didn’t ask Cas for directions. He’s sitting by a lake when he feels something brush up against his side, and it’s a little Eevee. Dean tries to make her go away, but she won’t, instead nestling into his lap. At first he’s so panicked, but the more Eevee cuddles and uses Baby-Doll Eyes at him, and as he pets her, Dean relaxes. Until some Team Flame members burst in, saying that they’re here for the Eevee. Dean doesn’t respond well and say that it’s not their Eevee. They battle, with Dean holding his own, but when it looks like they’re gonna be overpowered, Dean runs away with the Eevee and stumbles on Cas again, and together they send Team Flame running. Dean thanks Cas, while Cas observes that he’s seemed to have gotten himself a Pokemon. Gives Dean a Pokeball to catch the Eevee with. Together, they make it to the next town where Dean learns Sam’s already left for Lumiose. “Good thing you have a Pokemon,” Cas comments, “you’re gonna need her if you want to go to Lumiose.” Now Dean has been forced on his own Pokemon journey.

Along the way Dean will find his party growing, and he’ll be coming out of his shell with the more people he met. The Pokemon professor I had in mind was Chuck when I created this but I have changed my mind and it’s Missouri, with Charlie and Kevin as her assistants. Lumiouse City gym leader was Ash, little sister Jo and mom Ellen would also be introduced. The third gym leader would be Claire, who we also find out is Cas’s niece after Dean meets with Cas’s twin brother Jimmy - thinking he’s Cas. And the sixth gym leader was originally gonna be Jess, but because I am an Eileen-stan, Eileen would be the Fairy gym leader who also tells Dean she was very interested in his brother. And Dean’s party would grow to include a Togepi that he evolves into a Togekiss, a Feebas he helps grow into a Milotic, his Eevee evolves into a Sylveon, a Buneary bruiser that will evolve into a Lopunny, a Litleo that helps him overcome his fear of fire type Pokemon (saving her from a fire that Team Flare started in former Team Flare now Elite Four member Meg’s house) that will evolve into a Pyroar, and a Cubone who he keeps out of its Pokeball most the time (like Sylveon) that he picked up because we all know why.

And, during his journey, Dean becomes a great trainer in his own right, though he doesn’t battle for badges. He becomes great friends with his Pokemon. Pokemon have always naturally been drawn to him, which he’s now starting to see isn’t such a bad thing. He’s also meeting new friends, like Cas who he keeps running into and, you guessed it, develops a crush on him.

Finally Dean makes his way back to Lumiouse City for the Pokemon Tournament, and while out and about in the city finally runs into Sam. Sam is shocked to see Dean, especially Dean with Pokemon, while Dean just starts berating Sam for sneaking off like that. They mend fences pretty easily, Dean saying that if it weren’t for Sam leaving Dean might’ve been too afraid to leave home to go on his own journey. Sam would love to stay and chat, but he needs to register for the tournament. Dean lets him off, saying they should meet up for lunch (”a picnic”). Sam agrees. After running into Sam, Dean then runs into Cas, and Dean fills him in on the Sam stuff. He then invites Cas to their picnic. Cas agrees, but hasn’t shown up despite Dean and Sam and their Pokemon all already being there for half an hour. Cas does arrive, apologizing, being held up, and Dean is ready to tease him until he turns and sees Cas dressed much differently than before.

Cas is in a suit, his hair pushed back, no glasses, and wears a trench coat. Sam is agape, asking Dean why the Kalos Champion knows who he is.

That’s right! Cas is the Champion of Kalos! We finally meet his party, which includes a fully-evolved Meowstic.

It’s an enjoyable picnic and they’re all walking around the city when they see a Pokemon battle going on, check it out and - it’s John Winchester!

More reunions! John is proud of his sons for setting off on their journey, and asks to see their Pokemon. He approves of Sam’s but finds that Dean’s aren’t fit for battle. Dean is rubbed the wrong way by that but stays silent, but Sam goads them into a fight. Dean’s Sylveon vs. John’s Tyranitar. It’s a strong match-up, with both Pokemon getting good hits in. Sylveon falls, however. John, though, says that Dean trained her well and things are fixed there.

It’s time for the tournament and everyone is there. Including Chuck, the CEO of this corporation. Sam’s progressing well throughout the tournament, until he finally faces Nick, a mysterious competitor who’s been mowing down his challengers ruthlessly. Before the battle Dean, in a trance, rises from his seat. Sylveon worringly chases after him. Just as the battle is about to start, the stadium goes dark, and Team Flare make their reveal. They begin attacking, with those who are able to combatting this all. Sam is busy dealing with Nick, Cas tied up battling grunts but also worried about Dean. He goes to find him but only sees John, who explains Dean had to use the bathroom.

In actuallity, Dean is being kidnapped by Team Flare and their leader, Chuck. Cas and John make it to see Dean being squirreled away, Sylveon left behind.

Dean wakes up in the Team Flare headquarters, where it’s revealed Chuck wants to absorb the powers of life and death through their avatars - Xerneas and Yveltal. He’s already succeeded with Yveltal, but failed years ago during the Vaniville Assault. That’s right! Chuck caused the fire that killed Dean’s mom and scarred him. This is where we learn that Dean, while lost in the flames of the town and forest, stumbled upon Xerneas’s tree form. Dean died due to smoke inhalation, but was given new life through Xerneas’s interference. Because of this, his Pokemon’s fairy attacks were much stronger than normal, and it aided his charm. Bascially, Xerneas passed its energy into Dean, making him Xerneas. And Chuck wants to absorb it even if it kills Dean.

Cas, Sam, and John all decide to launch a rescue mission. They sneak into the underground compound and fight to free Dean. Meanwhile, Chuck moves to awaken Xerneas. He succeeds in doing this, Dean’s hair turning pink because of it. He doesn’t absorb Xerneas’s power, however, as the others cut in. Chuck disappears, deciding he’ll just go through with his plan without Xerneas then.

The group converge, freeing Dean. Except it isn’t Dean, it’s Xerneas. “I’ve always been Xerneas.” This doesn’t sit right with any of them, but before they can comment Xerneas teleports away, sensing Chuck. The others leave the compound, trying to get a sense of what’s going on.

Chuck’s real goal was to destroy the world by killing Zygarde, then start over using Xerneas’s power. Chuck has grown into a horrible amalgamation of man and Pokemon. Dean does the same to stop him, and they battle while the others go to wake Zygarde from his slumber. They succeed, and Zygarde comes and rips Yveltal free from Chuck, leaving him a regular man again.

Xerneas goes back to normal, Dean-sized again, and says that once he leaves Dean, Dean will surely die. Everyone starts to cry, including Dean’s Pokemon who all jump out of their balls to argue with the deer entity. Xerneas, troubled, searches their feelings, and understands. He converses with Zygarde and when Zygarde frees Xerneas, Dean is still able to wake up and is himself again (there was a way!) His hair is still pink, though. Everyone celebrates!

Epilogue - Sam wins the tournament and faces off against Cas, defeating him and becoming the new Kalos champion. Cas is glad, as he’s ready to retire and explore more that life has to offer. Dean asks what that might be, and Cas kisses him.

Back when I thought of this, I think around s9/s10, it was way out of my skill level. And now, I dont have the time lol. It seems like it’d be a 20+ chapter piece. But what a fic it would be...

#supernatural #spn #pokemon au #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #john winchester #destiel fanfic idea #this is probably as far as I'll be able to go with it #especially since most of my notes were lost in my dead computer lol

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rhysismydaddy · 4 years

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365 Days: Part 3 (Feysand)

Alrighty, then! Here’s the last part of the Feysand mob fic. When I started this fic, it wasn’t really going to be like this, but I need a laugh because the world’s a shithole.

I’m releasing a couple oneshots because multichapter fics take it out of me, so send asks/requests if you want something specific or a certain troupe

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

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Day 14, 8:19 AM

~Feyre~

Feyre looked down at the man sleeping next to her and grinned at how peaceful he looked. Why are men so damn attractive when they’re asleep?

She was hardly ever awake before him, so she took advantage of the situation and studied his face.

That full, sarcastic mouth was curved into a soft smile, his hair was shooting in all directions from where she’d pulled on it last night, and there was a light dusting of stubble on his jaw. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

Not to mention the fact that he was naked.

She brushed his hair back from his forehead, and he leaned into her touch.

“Stop staring at me,” he murmured.

Feyre shook her head, and even though his eyes were closed, he smiled. He tried to say Come here but was apparently too tired. “Commere, baby.”

Her chest constricted painfully at how soft, how sweet he was with her. The world was convinced he was Satan in disguise, but they never saw sleepy Satan.

And sleepy Satan melted her fucking heart.

Scooting down further in the bed, she wrapped herself in his arms, her hands running over the smooth skin of his back. He made a deep humming sound that made her grin.

Rhysand was warm against her, the smooth muscles of his arms somehow more of a home to her than the house they were in.

Today was only the thirteenth day of their marriage, but she already felt like he was her home. She felt... too much. She’d never been this torn up about anyone in her life.

And she had no idea if he felt the same way.

She was confused. They were already married, but besides being cuddly in the morning, didn’t make a whole lot of indication of potential feelings.

Granted, they had a ton of sex, which should be an indicator, but it wasn’t always what Feyre would call “making love.”

Sometimes it was; sometimes he was sweet and tender and so slow it made her eyes cross. But other times his grip on himself would slip a little and he’d make her beg, then scream, then mumble all kinds of nonsense.

He made her entire body come alive, took her on dates, made her feel special... but didn’t tell her how he felt.

And Feyre really, really wanted to know.

She poked his forehead, then his cheek, laughing when he tried to bite her finger. “Wake up. I want to know something.”

“Something tells me to stay asleep.”

Feyre smacked his forehead, and he laughed, fully awake now.

He rolled them over, pulling her on top of him, and looked up at her with a smile. “What do you want to know, Feyre darling?”

Part of her begged her not to voice the question, but she gathered her courage and ignored it. “Is this a real marriage to you or is it still just a publicity save?”

His eyes widened slightly, body going a little stiff. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I want to know. And you don’t exactly volunteer information.”

“That’s not true,” he said, trying to change the subject. She shook her head, silently telling him to answer the question. He gripped her shoulders, sliding her off his chest, and sat up. “I don’t see why it matters. We’re married. I’m not miserable.”

His tone was tight, eyes anywhere other than her face.

It took a few moments for his words to sink in, but once they did, it was like they were tattooed on her brain.

Not miserable.

Not miserable??

Feyre laughed humorlessly and covered herself with the sheet, practically ripping it off the bed. “Okay. Thank you. Have a nice day.”

Then she marched into the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and started the shower. She was so...

She didn’t know what she was.

Confused. Upset. Pissed.

Embarrassed.

She’d started to rely on this man’s company, started to develop feelings for him, and all he could say is that she doesn’t make him miserable? Is he serious?

She scrubbed her face, and the pissed part of her feelings started to take over.

Of course I don’t make him miserable! I sleep with him! Who the hell would have a problem?

She laughed again, mind spinning with possibilities. Oh, miserable isn’t even a word for what I’m going to do to you.

Day 16, 6:46 PM

~Rhysand~

There was something wrong with his wife.

Not in the traditional sense. Physically, she was perfect. More than perfect.

But emotionally? There was something wrong.

For the past few days, Feyre had been driving him fucking crazy.

She avoided him almost all the time, which was mildly impressive, considering they lived together.

She still slept in the same bed as him, but she practically hung off the edge trying to not touch him. And she came in well after he was asleep.

Plus, everything he said seemed to be the wrong thing. He said something nice, she told him to fuck off. He tried to joke, she just sighed. He tried to bait her into a fight, she stared out the window.

It was driving him insane.

The wonderful, sarcastic woman he’d once known had been eaten alive by a harsh little beast whose sole purpose in life was to irritate him.

And he wanted her back.

After last night, he doubted it would be easy.

He may or may not have lost his cool. To be fair, it was completely her fault.

He’d come home after a long day, trying to subtly hide the blood on the cuff of his shirt, and had almost thrown something when his once-lovely wife said casually, “I got asked on a date today.”

“By who?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s exceptionally handsome, though.” She’d leveled a look at him. “I think I’ll go.”

To say he’d seen red would have been an understatement. “You go on any sort of date with another man, and I’ll string him up from the fucking rafters.”

She’d just laughed, flipped him off, and taken a swig straight from a bottle of wine, muttering about being miserable.

Rhysand sighed, leaning on his desk. He was in one of his offices downtown, looking over financial reports, and even though they good reports, he couldn’t focus.

The only thing he wanted to do right now was track his damned wife down and find out what he’d done to piss her off.

The last time he remembered having the normal Feyre around was a couple of days ago, when they’d been laying in bed, talking about-

Realization dawns over him, and he leans forward to smack his head against his desk.

I am so fucking stupid.

She’d asked what the marriage meant to him, and instead of telling her the truth, he’d said... what had he said? I don’t see why it matters.

Ah, shit.

Then he’d probably made matters a hundred times worse and told her he wasn’t miserable.

He had to fix this. Now.

After slapping himself a couple times, Rhys jogged down to his car and sped home.

By the time he got home, he had a whole speech planned. A nice apology. A confession.

But when he pulled into the driveway and tried to go in the front door, the lock wouldn’t budge. His key didn’t even fit in the hole. Which didn’t make sense, considering-

Holy shit.

She changed the locks.

His jaw was so tight he wouldn’t be surprised if a tooth popped free. He’d been locked out of his own house. By his wife.

The sweet little apology he’d rehearsed went straight out the window.

He got out one of his knifes and went to work on the lock. And deadbolt.

It took a few minutes, but he eventually jimmied the door open and marched inside, adrenaline coursing through his body.

He stomped all over the house before spotting her in the backyard, sitting on a chair next to the pool, reading a book.

And smiling.

Something about the genuine happiness on her face--probably from locking him out--drove him up the fucking wall.

He threw the doors open and said, “Hello, wife.”

“Rhysand,” she sighed, smile dropping off her face. “You’re home. How wonderful.”

“Sorry I’m late. My key didn’t work.”

She tilted her head, biting her lip. “I changed the locks. Didn’t feel safe. Something about living with a criminal will do that to a woman, I guess.”

“You are the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met,” he said, and she shot out of her chair to start pacing in front of him.

“Oh?” she yelled back, shoving his shoulder. “That’s so upsetting! Let me have a moment to cry about how miserable you’ve become!”

He gave into anger and growled back, “You know, I didn’t know I married a goddamn psycho-”

He was cut off by her tiny, beautiful hand slamming into his face. He jerked back, more in surprise than hurt, and looked at her head to toe.

Even now, when he was two seconds from strangling her, he couldn’t stop from thinking about how beautiful she was.

She swung again, and he stepped back. Then made a mistake.

He laughed.

Feyre’s blue eyes looked like frost as she narrowed them, then put her hands on his chest, growled, and shoved him straight in the pool.

Unfortunately for him, he liked this suit and was about to ruin it.

Unfortunately for her, he had quick reflexes and dragged her with him.

As soon as they hit the water, his wife was pushing on his head, seemingly trying to drown him.

He grabbed her wrists in one hand, waist in another, and threw her halfway across the pool.

“Stop trying to kill me,” he yelled at Feyre, who was already swimming back towards him with a dangerous look in her eyes.

She refrained and didn’t try to drown him again, but she splashed water in his face and shouted, “I cannot believe I ever agree to marry you!”

This was not how he imagined this conversation going.

Feyre rolled her eyes and splashed him again. “But it doesn’t matter now, anyway, right?”

“Oh, right. You’ve been acting like an madwoman because I said it didn’t matter what I thought of our marriage.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You have the worst temper I’ve ever seen in my life!”

“I seriously doubt that’s true, considering you almost shot someone for calling me a bitch, you hypocrite!” she shouted back, water dripping off her like rain.

The memory of that night made him snap. Fuck this. He wanted her to know this was her fault, not his. “That was because I love you!”

She paused, mouth hanging open.

He didn’t think she was breathing.

“No, you don’t,” she said finally, moving to get out of the pool. He grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. “You literally told me the marriage doesn’t matter, so-”

“I freaked out, okay? You were looking at me all happy and trusting, and I didn’t want to ruin what we had by making it complicated.”

Feyre pinched the bridge of her nose, and he forced his smile down at how much it reminded him of himself. “You didn’t want to complicate our marriage with feelings?”

He nodded, and it suddenly seemed stupid.

She confirmed that thought.

“That is the stupidest, most deranged thing I’ve ever heard in my life!”

Rhysand splashed water at her, not able to help it. “No, the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard is a woman changing the locks on her husband because he pisses her off.”

“How did you even get in, by the way?”

He smirked. “Baby, like you’re so fond of point out, I’m a criminal. You think I can’t pick a lock?”

That earned him a wave of water in the face.

He asked, “Why did you get so mad about what I said?”

“Because I love you, too, you idiot. And I was embarrassed that I have feelings about someone who doesn’t care.”

Rhys smiled. “So you’ve been acting crazy because...”

“I was pissed off that I had started to actually like you, and the best thing you could say about being married to me was that you ‘aren’t miserable.’”

She glared at him, and he held his hands up. “That was shitty. Let me amend my statement, Your Honor.”

Her eyes softened just a fraction, and she grinned. “Proceed.”

“The marriage matters to me. A lot. I know it started because of publicity and both of us needing to save our asses, but I don’t want it to end. Ever.” He took a deep breath. “And I love you. So much I’m willing to overlook how bat-shit crazy you are.”

“Okay.”

He raised his eyebrows and gestured to her. If he was sharing, she could bet her pretty ass she was, too.

She sighed. “It matters to me, too. And I love you. So much I’m willing to overlook you being the demented Son of Satan.”

He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Next time, just tell me what you’re thinking about, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” Feyre pressed her forehead to his. “And I’d hate to have to do something really terrible to you to push you over the edge.”

“I’m curious,” he pulled back to ask, “What was next on the ‘Make Rhysand Miserable’ agenda?”

She smiled and blushed. “I had a few ideas, but I was planning on getting Cassian and Azriel to kidnap you and leave you naked in the middle of the mountains.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Cassian probably already had the spot picked.”

She wrapped her legs around him, both of them smiling like idiots. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Feyre kissed him. “I love you, too.”

He pressed his lips to her cheek. “Can I have a key to the house, please?”

“Only if you teach me how to pick a lock.”

Rhysand smiled and wondered how the hell he’d gotten so lucky. “Deal.”

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This is probably my least favorite fic ever, but it was fun to write. Thanks for reading!

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