#cowboy cos hes wild as hell

[jamneuromain]

Masterlist

Hello everybody :)))

I write for Chris Evans / Mads Mikkelsen and their characters (for now). Requests are opened. If you are interested, feel free to check out my stories. Unless specified, the stories are finished one-shots. Minors please don't interact. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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Beautiful dividers by @firefly-graphics

Fluff: 💕 Angst: 🥀 Smut: 🔥 Dark: 🌑 Finished: ✓

Hannibal Lecter

Until the Next Time: Hannibal was meeting with his personal psychiatrist to try his personal therapy. (Hannibal Lecter x Original Female Character)🔥

The Lucky Saturday He Met You (Series ✓): One-shots of the stories between Chris (Actor) and You (no use of Y/N). 💕🔥

↑Update: postponed indefinitely because CE has a relationship now.

Multi. Chris Evans Characters

Together Or Not At All: Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @rogerswifesblog/ @rogerswifesblog-updates. 💕🔥

Highway to Hell: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

(Steve Rogers x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader) Anotherrr collaboration with @rogerswifesblog/ @rogerswifesblog-updates. 🌑💕🔥

Mr. & Mrs. Levinson: Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU. A story about how being enemies saved their marriage. (Ari Levinson x Original Female Character) 🥀💕🔥

Your Man: Cowboy AU. You find out a dirty secret of Ari's... (Ari Levinson x You) 💕

Grind Me Down: Omegaverse AU. You're in your heat, but Ari has something else in mind... (Ari Levinson x You) 💕🔥

You Had Me Before Hello: College AU, in which you are a new student on campus, and you met a handsome Librarian. (Ari Levinson x You) 💕🔥

Drabble Why "Buttercup"？💕

Drabble Distraction 💕🔥

Wild Child (Series): Royalty AU. You fake a relationship to avoid your upcoming marriage. (Ari Levinson x You) 💕🥀🔥 (newly updated)

A Work in Progress (WIP): Actor AU. Being a secret fan of the handsome actor, Ari Levinson, you have decided to pick up the pen and write fanfiction for him ... and a co-star.

Love and War (WIP): Bodyguard AU. Your father hired a bodyguard to protect your safety. Inspiration

Puppy Love (WIP): Werewolf AU. You picked up a poor little pupp at your doorstep... whoops, it's not a puppy.

Shower: College AU. You want to shower, but you can't. Because you are waiting for Steve, your best friend. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

When Pigs Fly: Is there a chance for Captain America, to be your friend? (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

False Alarm: You, the sister of Tony Stark, is in a secret relationship with Steve, that Tony doesn't know about. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

T-minus...: Steve is about to be late for his recording. Luckily, you're there to drag him out of his bed. (Steve Rogers x You)💕

Lie Still, Look Pretty: All you need to do is lie still, look pretty <3 (Steve Rogers x You) 🌑🥀🔥

I Knew You Were Trouble: Life Lesson:  There's always going to be a coworker that you don't like. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

A Proper Nest: Steve wants to build a proper nest for his upcoming heat. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕🔥

My Forget-me-not (Series):

Waking up at a hospital with a head injury, surrounded by strange people, and of course, you are desperate to go home.

Wait, where is your home? And more importantly, who are you??

(Steve Rogers x You) A collab with @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates 💕🥀

Dancing in the Daydream (Series): College AU. Andy Barber is the lecturer for your class Creative Writing. (Andy Barber x You) 🥀💕🔥🌑

Lloyd Hansen

A Whiff of Blood (Series √): Mob AU. It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia. (Mob!Lloyd x Secretary!You) 🥀💕🌑 (newly updated)

Captain Syverson

Mean Daddy Part 2 : Your mean daddy comes home :] 💕🔥 (newly updated)

Some random ideas about:

Mob & Mob AU: Steve Rogers x OFC

Centaur AU: Ari Levinson x You/Reader

Bodyguard AU: Ari Levinson x OFC

-Drabble: Overstimulation 🔥

Demon AU: Ari Levinson x You/Reader

Favorite: Dark!priest!Ari x innocent/naive!reader

On you lap: Ransom, Jake, Johnny 💕

In Heat: Steve, Andy, Ari, Lloyd 💕🔥

DBF AU: Lloyd Hansen x You/Reader 🌑🔥

Jammy's 500 Followers' Celebration

The Slumber Party Present Bingo (✓)

More stories can be read on AO3, but I can't promise all of them are in English :P

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans smut #ari levinson x original female character #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson smut #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x original female character #hannibal lecter smut #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale #jake jensen #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader #johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x you #andy barber #andy barber x you #lloyd hansen

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

What should I write next?

400 followers celebration

When I picked up writing again 4 months ago, I never would have dreamed that anyone would want to read my work. My readers, who interact with my writing in any shape or form - you mean the world to me, THANK YOU.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the talent for taking prompts and requests. But with Consent coming to an end, I thought it would be fun if you guys could let me know which of my Pedro boy fic ideas you’d like to read next! (You guys know how slowly I write lmao, so I'm planning ahead to make sure I get in the right head space for my next project.)

Leave a comment or reblog on this post for your vote (or votes)! If you want to do this anonymously, you can send me an ask as well. 

Here are the contenders, in no particular order:

1. Try Me

Javier Pena x Centra Spike analyst! fem!Reader | mini-series | humour, light-hearted yearning with angsty themes | set in Season 2 of Narcos

Summary: With Colonel Pinzon sidelining the Americans in the hunt for Escobar, it just means more time for inter-agency intoxication, tomfoolery, and making bets you probably won’t win with a certain DEA agent.

I posted a sneak peek a while ago of a drabble idea I had within the Try Me universe, if you want to get an idea of the tone of the story.

2. Under Three Suns

Javi Gutierrez x fem!Reader | mini-series | unashamedly self-indulgent summer romance | inspired by Under The Tuscan Sun

Summary: Your beloved grandmother leaves you a rundown cottage and neglected olive groves in Mallorca after her passing. Her only condition of your inheritance? That you never sell the land to her neighbour, who you discover has a penchant for colourful shirts and Nicolas Cage.

3. Grays

Frankie Morales x colourist! fem!Reader | one-shot | Frankie deserves validation and self-love

Summary: I’m just going leave what I screeched at LJ @prolix-yuy while I was getting my haircut a couple of months ago -

Me: I’ve never really wanted to write for Frankie before. But I’m at the hairdresser’s and I suddenly got the idea that Frankie came into Reader’s salon to get his greys dyed cos he’s going to his cousin’s wedding or something, and she’s like HELL NO I will do no such thing

LJ: And he’s all bummed out looking in the mirror but once she’s like “I’ll give you a fantastic cut and style but you better not cover up the silver fox you got going on,” he’s suddenly looking at himself like damn, I do look kinda good 🤤

4. Palomino

Jack Daniels x fem!Reader | one-shot/mini-series (TBD) | super self-indulgent horsey romance (my wildest fantasy)

Summary: Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you'd booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need.

#follower milestone #narcos fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #tuwomt #triple frontier fanfic #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fanfiction #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels fanfic #jack daniels x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x female reader

[saiyukiitaliaandinternational]

For saiyuki ask...

26, 36 and 58!

Hello and thank you for these questions, let's answer:

26)   What other anime/manga do you enjoy?

I enjoy Neon Genesis Evangelion, Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water, Death Note, Ghost in The Shell, Submarine N°6, Cowboy Bebop, Hellsing, Hellsing Ultimate, Shinsekai Yori, Welcome to the NHK, Sailormoon, The Promise Neverland, Shiki, Doraemon, GeGeGe no Kitaro, Keroro Gunsou, Code Geass, Inu to Hasami wa Tsukaiyou (I just like it's nonsense comical elements, it's nice for a good laugh), Ergo Proxy, Death Parade, Naruto, all works from Go Nagai especially but not limited Devilman and Violence Jack, JoJo, FullMetal Alchemist, Berserk, Soul Eater, Attack on Titan, 17 Sai (it's quite dark and it's based on the real case of the poor Junko Furuta, may her soul rest in peace), all mangas from Suehiro Maruo (careful the themes are quite strong, gruesome, dark and not suitable for everyone hence I discourage to look for it in case ero guro and human degeneracy used as metaphors for society rotten decadence is not for you), all works from Junji Ito, all works from Shintaro Kago especially Princess of the Never Ending Castle, Blood on the Tracks by Shuzo Oshimi, Reptilia and other works by Kazuo Umezu, Panorama of Hell by Hideshi Hino, Saint Seiya, Astro Boy, Kimba the White Lion, and Buddha (all of these last three by Osamu Tezuka), Cyborg Kuro-chan, Hokuto no Ken aka Fist of the North Star, Howl's Moving Castle, Porco Rosso, Spirited Away, Pom Poko, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, My Neighbor Totoro, The Red Turtle (the film is an international co-production between Studio Ghibli and several French companies, including Wild Bunch and Belvision, hence my inclusion in the list) and many others I can't remember now. Sorry for the long list ^^'

36 ) Which Saiyuki character do you think could easily adjust to modern times?

I think Ukoku is the one with the highest adaptability skills combined with his tendency to try new things to keep his innate boredom away is a powerful combo for his success in modern times. Hakkai is another good candidate, he is smart, knowledgeable and can learn new skills easily imho.

58) Name 5 other characters you like along with your fav Saiyuki character.

I won't name them, I will show them:

Thank you for these questions, it was fun to answer them^^

#saiyuki #kazuya minekura #minekura kazuya #feel free to ask me questions #ask me

[brokehorrorfan]

R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned will be released on Blu-ray, DVD, and Digital on November 15 via Universal Pictures. The 2022 supernatural action comedy is a prequel to 2013’s R.I.P.D.

Paul Leyden (Come Back to Me) directs from a script he co-wrote with Andrew Klein (MacGyver), based on the 1999 comic book by Peter M. Lenkov and Lucas Marangon. Jeffrey Donovan, Penelope Mitchell, Jake Choi, Richard Brake, Kerry Knuppe, Rachel Adedeji, and Evlyne Oyedokun star.

No special features are included. The trailer and synopsis can be found below. You can also watch the first eight minutes of the movie here.

The Wild West has gone to Hell, literally, and the world's best hope of being saved lies in the gun-slinging hands of Sheriff Roy Pulsipher (Jeffrey Donovan) as he becomes the newest officer for the Rest In Peace Department (R.I.P.D.) enforcing the afterlife's laws. If the Old West was wild while he was alive, wait until Roy sees how weird it gets once he dies. Roy thought joining the R.I.P.D. would give him a chance to revisit his daughter and solve the mystery of his murder. Instead, he has his holsters full with havoc and hellfire when he's given a mission to stop a dangerous demon from opening a portal to the underworld. The fate of the living and the dead now depends on Roy and his partner Jeanne (Penelope Mitchell), a mysterious swordswoman, as cowboys clash with creatures and undead insanity unleashes apocalyptic chaos.

Pre-order R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned.

#ripd #r.i.p.d. #r.i.p.d. 2 #ripd 2 #jeffrey donovan #penelope mitchell #dvd #gift #paul leyden #richard brake #jake choi #r.i.p.d. 2: rise of the damned #sequel

[tomster1274]

*asks about your non fandom ocs*

You're everything to me.

I have so so many OCs, so I'm just gonna put whichever basic story plots I want 4 them under the cut <3;

Ailmar and Sully; Ailmar was raised heavily Christian(unfortunately the homophobic+etc kind </3) and befriended Sully through a christian private elementary school, and they remain friends through the years. But Ailmar+Sully learn in middle school they're both gay, Sully being fine with it while Ailmar is not at all; they both developed on a crush on one another too. When Ailmar's 20-ish however he decides to kill himself for his sins and gets sent to Hell <3. Now Ailmar is trying to find a way to contact Sully again to confess his love for him since he never did before he died, while Sully is just trying to cope with the death of his best friend.

Bing and Mike; Mike is a vigilante cowboy of sorts, traveling the Wild West looking to help with any trouble he can. In one town he meets the sheriff, Bing, who follows him out of town since he's curious. Mike is at first pissed that he's following him but eventually lets Bing travel with him as they get to some wacky shenanigans, eventually falling in love. In a gun fight once, Bing's arm gets seriously injured and he dies in a hospital bed, so Mike kills himself with his gun to be with him <3.

Gordo and Benanoid; Gordo was a normal guy who had terrible parents, so he ran away from home at 18 to a village nearby. He stayed there for 3 years before being sacrificed to the village's God. He wakes up alive however due to the God, known as Benanoid, taking mercy on him, with a missing heart and head injury. Benanoid had killed all the other villagers so the village was empty save for them and he kept Gordo happy through bringing him foods he like, video games, etc, long as he stayed in the village and never left. At one point he left and went back to his old house only to discover his parents were dead and Benanoid had found him there, teaching him a lesson and making sure he REALLY doesn't leave again, so Gordo stays there until he dies once more..

Relph and Tom; Relph at a young age had killed his abusive parents and was separated from his sister, giving him immense trauma he just had to deal with for the rest of his life. He meets Tom and gains a crush on him as they become friends. Relph grows up to be a dentist while Tom a doctor, and they're still nice friends. One day, Relph meets up with one of Tom's friends and they get drunk, and once the friend insults Tom, Relph pushes them a bit too hard and they hit their head, killing them, leaving Relph to leave the scene. But it fills his head with an idea, so he continues to kill Tom's friends and grab one of their items (necklaces, wallets, etc) and leave it at his house, enjoying how he comes to Relph for comfort and etc. One day Relph kidnaps Tom and confesses everything to him, and Tom rejects his love, leaving Relph to kill him, take his tongue, and burn his house down. He continued killing people until he died.

Jack and Theo; Coworkers who have a slow burn. They're very close friends and Jack is very nervous about the crush as they go through typical romcom situations. One night though he invites Theo to dinner and confesses his love to him, and Theo confesses he's had a crush on him too. Afterwards, they just casually date <3.

Kyle and Phil; Guys who met in high school and live together in an apartment, Phil being a freelance streamer while Kyle is going to online college sessions for engineering, but both co-own a gaming channel+Twitch together. One day they almost died and Kyle had confessed his feelings to Phil but fortunately they made it out alive and got together, and now they just try to keep their relationship a secret from their viewers :0).

Trekor; Had a super genius(Rubert) as a best friend and fell in love with him. Rubert had died due to a mafia and Trekor found one of his inventions(Millo) being used as a weapon by the mafia, and steals him back, now going on a rampage against the mafia who killed Rubert. He meets a hacker called Dave who also has a bias against the mafia for kidnapping his sister, and they team up together to take it down. They at first are on each other's nerves, but slowly get used to each other before finally falling in love. Eventually, they do kill off the mafia and find Dave's sister, and afterwards just cope with all they had to endure.

#OC Stuff #Ailmar #Sully #Bing #Mike #Gordo #Benanoid #Relph #Tom #Jack #Theo #Kyle #Phil #Trekor #Rubert #Dave #Ask box #Crash write #Suicide tw #Millo

[thechanelmuse]

The Real Black Cowboys That Inspired Netflix's The Harder They Fall

The Harder They Fall starts with a message plainly stating that its “events are fictional.” Over 137 sprawling minutes, director and co-screenplay writer Jeymes Samuel weaves an epic and blood-splattered tale of revenge in the Wild West, tracing an outlaw as he hunts down the man who killed his parents.

But while the story is fake, many of the characters in the film share their names with real life historical figures: Nat Love, Bass Reeves, Rufus Buck, Cherokee Bill. Samuel’s characters share some resemblances with their namesakes while diverging drastically in other ways; most have no actual connection to each other. In making The Harder They Fall, Samuel hopes to call attention to how Black pioneers shaped the culture and history of the American West but have since been cut out of its legacy. “We have been ignored from the history of the Old West and the cinematic presentation of what the Old West was,” Samuel told the New York Times earlier this month.

The Harder They Fall continues a current wave of Black storytellers mining this historical material for their work, joining titles like Watchmen, Hell on the Border and the upcoming Outlaw Posse, Mario Van Peebles‘s follow-up to his 1993 western, Posse. “Most people don’t know that history: They don’t know Isom Dart or Deadwood Dick or Stagecoach Mary. White male supremacy has reigned supreme in Westerns,” Van Peebles told TIME earlier this year. Two of those names appear in The Harder They Fall.

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There’s captions in the photoset above. The photos of Regina King as Gertrude “Trudy” Smith, Lakeith Stanfield as Cherokee Bill, and Edi Gathegi as Bill Pickett aren’t included in the article so I’m adding them below.

Also there’s some easter eggs and references in the movie to look out for like the ones below:

#the harder they fall #black cowboys #nat love #bass reeves #trudy smith #stagecoach mary #rufus buck #cherokee bill #bill pickett #jim beckwourth

[chiwhorei]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭

cross-posted to Ao3!

pairing: issei “horse cock” matsukawa x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

word count: ~4.4k

tags: stripper!issei, stripper!seijoh, roommate!oikawa, tendoukawa (bc @heauxzenji said it an it’s now the only ship in my head) dry humping, lap dance, a little corruption, spitting, public, alcohol and recreational drug consumption (weed and coke), spanking, degradation, hardly edited

a/n: howdy! this is my contribution to the smut pile’s western collab and it is so incredibly late but what the hell else is new. the masterlist for the collab can be found here! @messwriting and myself, in true chaotic duo fashion, built an absolutely depraved multiverse of seijoh strippers: the lawbreakers. lee, i love you so much. this journey we’ve been on the past few months has been chaotic and beautiful, and there’s plenty more to come. 

the multiverse: hanamaki || iwaizumi || kyoutani

hymn: save a horse (ride a cowboy) by big & rich

and all the girls say— save a horse, ride a cowboy

A fog of smoke burns in your eyes. The room around you feels like it could curl in on itself, four walls marked sparsely with dusty furniture, the smell of weed and cash. 

You fix your gaze onto a long, diagonal tear in the leather couch across the must and g-strings, the rip in upholstery is stuffed with wrinkled one dollar bills. 

It feels like observing an exhibit at a museum, or a zoo. Lines of coke, random dustings of pot and discarded swisher tobacco, too many open handles of liquor. Sitting on an end table is a bright pink teddy bear with a cowboy hat on it’s head.

How the fuck did you get here?

***

You shift your weight on either foot, arches aching already. The pair of jeans and top you had planned on wearing tonight were all but ripped off of your body, casual boots thrown down the hallway with sadistic glee and replaced with heels that are taller and a dress much too short.

“Damnit, you’re walking too fast.” Your appointed captor turns around dramatically, stopping in his tracks to watch you catch up. The cigarette pressed into his mouth cards in two fingers and extended towards you as a peace offering. You take the half gone stick and bring it to your lips.

Tendou’s mission was simple, drag his boyfriends roommate and best friend-- possibly kicking and screaming-- out for a night she won’t soon forget. 

“Were those really necessary, Satori?” You point with the remnants of his cigarette and he feigns a kicked-puppy expression, looking down dramatically at his all black outfit contrasting drastically with a flashy pair of brownish-red cowboy boots. 

“I am being a supportive partner. Plus Tooru and I wear the same shoe size.” His hair is bright outlined by the neon sign above the building.

You inhale smoke and nicotine, eying him over once again before continuing. 

“Does it bother you when he’s dancing on all of those horny women?” The cigarette butt falls to the ground, you snuff it out while exhaling remnant smoke from your nose, the bachelorette party walking towards the door in a parade screaming emphasizes your question.

Tendou pulls you close, mouth pressing against your neck to bite against the skin. You jerk away from his embrace, with a feeble push against his chest to match the scoff scratching against your throat. The tall red head above you, currently leaned into the dip on your neck, always has an air of vulgar humor and zero personal space. 

“Watching my pretty little boyfriend grinding on women that would never stand a chance with him,” he pulls away just in time to catch another eye roll before grabbing your wrist to pull you inside, “I think it’s hot as fuck.” 

You stumble behind him, the doorman recognizing your friend immediately and lets the pair of you through tacky saloon doors. You catch a glimpse of the tattered sign standing right next to the entrance. 

Lawbreaker’s Presents: The Guys of the Wild West

The club is drastically warmer than outside, the chill in your barely covered limbs thaws in a mixture of stage lights and body heat.

 You sigh deeply as the sound of country music fills your ears, seemingly in rhythm with the squawking of drunken hens sipping on tall flutes of champagne. Thinking back briefly to when you first signed the lease with Oikawa, you remember he wore glasses and a sweater vest. 

He said he worked as a “fitness instructor.”

“Ah, my two favorite people in the whole world,” Tooru’s ears just have been burning at your recollection, as your roommate appears in front of you in nothing but white spandex shorts and a pair of shiny boots to match, a tray of drinks is placed to the side on an unoccupied table. The white cowboy hat on his head gleamed in the low light of the club, rhinestone star shimmers-- you want to shy away from the bright refraction hitting your eyes.

He looks in his element, completely confident and cocksure as he walks around in only underwear and body oil. 

“Aren’t you glad you came out tonight? I promise, you’re going to have a great time.” Oikawa melts into Tendou’s side, he looks just as content in the current atmosphere. Tendou seems at home in any ecosystem he wanders into.

“The show starts in 15, go get yourself a drink and try to pull the stick out of your ass. I’m going to, uhm, wish Tooru an extra special good luck.” 

“I really didn’t need to know that, thanks. Tooru, break a leg.” You turn around at the sight of the wandering, tattooed hand on it’s journey south on Oikawa’s abdomen and retreat to the bar. You aren’t shocked by the display, not hardly, not with the two of them using almost every surface in your apartment as a debauched playground.

The space around you is emptier than you imagined it would be, but there is still time before the night actually starts. The bartender approaches just as you sit down on one of the wooden stools, every fixture around you is designed to look like an old saloon-- save for the strobing lights and dj booth.

You order something strong and amber, partially to stay in-theme, partially for the nerves settled in your stomach that draft beer wouldn’t be able to curb.

The woman smiles brightly and turns to pour your liquor, leaving you to pick at a cocktail napkin and await your friend’s return.

“You’re Shittykawa’s roommate.” A stranger's voice is deep and bellowing, sounding high above your ear. You swivel in your seat, gaze meeting a tanned chest instead of a set of eyes. Trailing upwards past thick black tattoos and an unavoidable pair of silver nipple rings.

You can feel the muscles in the back of your neck as they strain to meet his chocolate brown stare, he looks amused as you all but gawk at him.

“Yes, uh, I am. And you’re, uhm--” the train of thought you try to hang onto derailed completely by a devastating smile, “one of Tooru’s co-workers?”

If his smile wasn’t enough, his laugh could level the building around you. Your new friend taps the black Stetson against the bar top before putting it back on his head. He gestures broadly to his attire, or lack thereof, with another disarming and smooth chuckle. 

“What gave that one away, darlin’?” You realize how stupid your question sounded, mentally kicking yourself but trying desperately not to show it on your face.

Long, thick legs are wrapped in a pair of leather chaps, the tight fabric hides nothing even if it covers most of his lower half. A matching vest hangs open on his chest, the muscles in his arms look bigger than your head. He seems huge in presence and physique, your own form is a shrinking violet below him.

“Your drink, dear. Double Jack n’ Coke.” The bartender slides a glass towards you, and you accept it with a gracious smile. The distraction is definitely appreciated, any excuse to break the eye contact that has you dissolving like lye.

“Jack n’ Coke, a gal after my own heart.” You choke, a coupling of small coughs break out of your chest. You curse your bodies reaction, you don’t even know--

“You’re name, uh, w-what’s your name.” Casual conversation seems like the best option, because it’s only been two minutes with the almost-naked Casanova and there’s a gnawing feeling that you don’t want him to walk away.

You blame it on the alcohol not yet even running through your veins. 

“Call me anything you want, pretty girl, but my name’s Issei.”

A smile creeps from one end of your mouth to the other. His presence is jarring to say the least, but there’s something about the way his teeth peek out past curled lips that makes you want to lean in instead of away.

Tendou calls your name, effectively pulling you out of Issei’s orbit and reminding you where you are. Heat flushes in waves on your face as Tendou wraps his long arms around your shoulders from behind. Acknowledging your new friend with a pointed, “Howdy partner,” before turning to order his own drink.

“Something sweet please, and strong.” You hear his voice singing to the bartender but still face Issei, having his attention is more intoxicating than whiskey. You want him to talk to you, to ask you questions, to grace you with that smile over again.

You feel the ability to breathe escaping when Issei leans into you impossibly close, his hand enclosing around your back and pulling you in so slightly you could swear you imagined it.

“It was nice to meet you. Make sure I hear ya’ out there, darlin.”

You’re left almost falling from the bar stool, watching as Issei strides toward the back. The way his hips sway is unfair in every--

“Hey,” Tendou’s fingers come up to snap in front of your face, “Didya hear me? Let’s go take our seats.” 

That’s right; you feel like you’ve just run a marathon, heart beating erratically at the briefest interaction, your night hasn’t even started yet. 

You’re dragged directly towards the front of the stage and sat in a small two person table. You agreed to the night out between gritted teeth, hauled to the uber with absolute defiance; but most of your protest has fizzled away-- definitely not due to a pair of deep brown eyes and planes of perfectly tanned skin-- as you get comfortable next to the boisterous bridal party. You can hear their idle, drunken chatter at your back. 

“I heard they call one of the dancers ‘Mad Dog’. Apparently he’s totally feral.”

“One of them is nicknamed the ‘Big Tease’, he really likes the pretty little brides~” 

“Oh yeah? Well there’s one dancer called ‘Horse Cock’. I’m going to go home with him.” 

The women behind you howl with laughter, enjoying their friend’s last night of freedom. The straw in your drink twirls idly, thoughts drifting with each turn of the plastic against your liquor. Surely, Issei had just intended a friendly introduction, he wouldn’t be raking in tips by being unapproachable.

Friendly, you decide, repeating it to yourself until the lights drop and a black curtain is pulled up, he was just being nice. 

* * *

The show starts out mostly how you would expect. Through a few sets, toned, beautiful guys take their clothes off and fling articles at the screaming, panting crowd. The table next to you gets the most attention, bridal parties, you assume, would be the prized cash cow.

Oikawa comes out in the most obnoxious, white and teal outfit and strips into nothing but a thong and boots. Every inch of his skin sparkles, the cause becoming obvious when he jumps down to the audience and swivels his hips and ass right into your lap. Your hand comes up to his hip reflexively to brace yourself-- of course, body glitter.

You watch on at the sweaty writhing of the most beautiful men you have ever seen in real life. The atmosphere around you is absolutely contagious, it’s impossible not to fall into the rhythm, losing inhibitions with every stray piece of fabric as it’s tossed into the sea of women.

Just as you lean over to Tendou to admit that you’re enjoying yourself, the next song blasts loudly from the speakers. The beat vibrates your table, soaking into every nerve, but is almost drowned out completely by the shrieking from every patron around you. They must know what’s coming. 

 Looking back up front, you realize why the crowd is losing their minds. The man that commanded your attention at the bar is even more alluring now. His strut to center stage is deliberate, flashing smiles and winks to no one in particular and hypnotizing every person in his reach.

Issei is stunning in his element, soaking in the reaction with a humble tip of his hat. You could swear, though you’re sure that it’s just your imagination, that he’s looking right at you.

His performance starts out like the rest of them, but each movement of his tattooed hands as they travel over his chest is spellbinding. 

Issei discards his leather vest and tosses it to the side, it feels like you’re watching him in slow motion. He’s gorgeous, skin tanned and tight over thick muscle, arms wrapped in black ink and shining with sweat.

His chaps are next, ripped from his legs just as music behind him picks up. The wedding party next to you so loud you swear the laundromat next door can hear.

 All that’s left is a thong that’s barely covering his cock. You try desperately not to, but all your eyes can focus on is the bulge under a tiny piece of black leather. Your thighs rub together in search of any relief to the feeling growing hot and slick in your stomach.

He moves like liquid platinum, every long, deliberate swivel of his hips and overt palming over his crotch is enough to cause delirium. He soaks in every whistle and shriek of his name, vibrating on the high of squelching attention. 

Issei is a natural. He’s a wild animal, and, along with every other woman there, you wish he would tear you apart with his canines. 

He descends the short staircase with a quick stomp of his boots, now making rounds through the crowd. He stops in front of tables at random, invading the space between strangers and collecting wrinkled one dollar bills.

Why does something so blatantly performative feel voyeurous?

All you can do is gawk, ignoring how every time another woman’s hand runs down his abdomen you heat with envy. As he turns away from the bridal party neighboring you, your blood turns ice cold.

Issei has you, unmistakably, in his sights. His eyes pin you, holding you down tightly in your chair as he struts forward. Tendou whistles loudly as the brunette approaches your table. You wonder, in your last moment of cognizance, if Saroti and Tooru had planned your evening in more detail that you originally thought.

“Long time no see, darlin’,” Issei stands over you, and all you can do is stare dumbly up at him, “do ya trust me?” 

You don’t answer, not with words, not like he would even hear your quiver over Big & Rich booming through the speakers. His question is stupid, to trust someone you just met so vaguely?

You do. Against any better judgement, you do. 

He doesn't give you the chance to ask what he means, stuck in the gooey feeling of his attention. Issei reaches behind you, picking up your half empty glass. He swirls the drink with an almost evil smile before bringing it up to his lips and draining the last bits of whiskey and coke. 

Your face reads confused, not putting his intentions together until you feel his thumb pressed against your chin. Issei’s eyebrow quirks, eyes trained on your reaction. You’re options are to shy away, turning back in your seat, running for escape in the bathroom, or--

The gloss on your mouth is sticky as your lips part in obedience. Issei tries to hide his elation, but it’s difficult to remain aloof as your tongue lulls out and your eyes beg him.

Issei’s hold on your chin tightens, nudging you to lean in so he’s only inches away. Your eyes shut lightly, the shouting surrounding you sounds little more than a whisper with the blood rushing in your ears.

You swear you can hear him groan above you as the sharp taste of liquor hits your tongue. Willing your body to cooperate, you swallow the drink with only a small cough. 

His face dips down, it seems like a habit now, to brush his promises against the shell of your ear once again.

“You’re an agreeable little thing, I think you can take it.”

His hands are on either side of your chair in a flash, lifting you up with trained, bulging muscles. You fall forward in your seat, bracing against Issei’s chest. Every cell in your body is tight with tension, if you lift your head up to meet the audience’s eyes, you’re sure you’ll crack like glass.

He steals you from relative comfort, shifting your weight in his arms as he ascends back onto stage. You’ve gone limp in his hold, pliant to his will. The unfamiliar presence at a dusty bar top has turned into more than a front row seat to depravity.

You’re thrown off balance as he sets you down, eyes adjusting to the white hot stage lights. You’re exposed to every set of eyes in the building, even if you can’t see him-- you know Satori is smiling from one sharp cheek to the other. Wherever Tooru is, he’s most likely sitting in the same satisfaction.

Aren’t you glad you came out tonight? I promise, you’re going to have a great time.

Issei rounds the back of your chair so his actions are hidden from your view. The brim of a leather cowboy hat breaches your field of vision, much too big for your head.

His hands come down onto your shoulders, snaking down your bare arms. His touch leaves a scorching fleet of chills. Issei runs his finger tips upwards, tracing against your collarbone before wrapping his grip lightly around your neck. 

He can feel it, he has to, the racing pulse right under the surface of your skin.

The music transitions effortlessly, going almost unnoticed. The next song, still sharp with a cheesy country twang, is slower, deeper.

Issei’s thumb brushes against your cheek, your body wants to relax into the touch before it remembers how public the gesture is.

You hold in a shaky breath as he comes to stand in your eyeline again, you might as well be bound to your chair with rope. He looks larger than life-- in both stature and presence-- in front of you. His skin is glistening, refracting from the harsh lights with sweat and oil. 

He is an unstoppable force against your will. Your desire to hide from the blinding attention is nothing compared to the desire to please. To please a stranger, to please the man you met only an hour ago. 

To please Issei.

He flashes you another wink, taking a moment to rake his stair down your body. He memorizes the outline of your cute little dress, red is definitely your color. 

Issei slides across the smooth surface of the stage to meet where you’re perched. The barreling, almost naked body now impossibly close to where your knees are pressed together.

He starts at your ankles, tracing the soft skin of your legs until his palms press flatly against your lower thigh. Issei savors the moment for a beat longer before prying your legs apart.

The crowd below you is loud and hollow in your ears, the shame bubbling up against your cheeks and nose is nothing compared to the pressure between your legs. 

Issei’s hands wander up and under the hem of your skirt, scratching his nails on the vulnerable skin before they find his prize in the form of thin lace.

The “Wait” and “Stop” sitting on your lips shrivels up and dies as your panties are ripped off. You see the bright color, the last remnants of opposition twirling around his pointer and middle finger.

The crowd goes wild, watching as your body is made a fantasy that they can all live vicariously by. all you can do is watch as the fabric is stuffed into the side of his thong to accompany fistfuls of singles.

* * *

You’re still in shock by the final dance, still under a trance as Tendou pulls you towards the back. Stumbling behind him to catch up, you’re given no time to think about what you’re about to walk into. 

A fog of smoke burns in your eyes. The room around you feels like it could curl in on itself, four walls marked sparsely with dusty furniture, the smell of weed and cash. 

You fix your gaze onto a long, diagonal tear in the leather couch across the must and g-strings, the rip in upholstery is stuffed with wrinkled one dollar bills. 

It feels like observing an exhibit at a museum, or a zoo. Lines of coke, random dustings of pot and discarded swisher tobacco, too many open handles of liquor. Sitting on an end table is a bright pink teddy bear with a cowboy hat on it’s head--

“I didn’t go too far did I?” Snapping back into reality, you hear Issei call to you. You’re vaguely comforted by a familiar voice before remembering the man attached had spat whiskey into your mouth and stolen your panties just 30 minutes prior. You heat up at the tips of your ears at the recollection of two things you had let him do, that you had wanted him to do. 

Your eyes find Issei sitting on the couch on the opposite end of your freshly showered roommate, seemingly unbothered as Tendou flops down against the middle cushion and drapes both arms across the back. 

“Don’t worry partner, our girl doesn’t startle easy.” Oikawa laughs, adjusting to sit across his boyfriend’s lap.  Issei’s all leather outfit is replaced with a pair of grey sweats. He looks relaxed, effortlessly handsome. 

What was it like, you wonder, before you knew how it felt to look at him? Life past the single night feels grey around the edges. 

When was the last time you felt this alive? 

He takes a sip of a water bottle, wiping off his chin with the large rose tattooed on his hand. You can’t stop staring at them-- the ones that roamed your body in front of a club full of drunk bachelorettes, the ones that traced your skin like he already had the map. 

And now you watch those same hands, so new but so inviting, as two fingers curl inward. They pull you as if tightening a rope around your waist. You wade past tall sweaty men and freshly caught audience members as they tangle across dusty furniture.

You scoot by your best friends from where they sit next to Issei, ignoring the slap to your ass and the following laugh from Oikawa in between loud, sloshing kisses.

“Well, little one,” He pats his thigh, inviting you to the spot on his lap rather than the empty seat next to him, “you’re not gonna run away are ya?” 

Every nerve in your body is twitching, you’re not sure if you could run if you wanted to.

You don’t.

Issei takes in your small nod of confirmation, pulling you into his hold. The position is awkward at first, perching on his knee as you try to keep your balance. He laughs, his arm snaking around your back so you relax into him. You fidget with your fingers as they lie against your lap, watching the bustling around you. A cloud of smoke settles in the air, you wonder if it’s a permanent haze of tobacco and pot-- the scent is probably painted into the walls. 

“Is this what you expected?” Issei’s voice is low and close to your ear, you can feel the smile curled into his question. Your eyes are fixed forward, watching as Tendou pours a small white line into Oikawa’s collarbone and dives in nose first.

“Honestly,” you adjust, kicking your legs up over his other knee, “I’m pretty used to this kind of stuff.”

Even if your usual scene doesn't include a drug filled almost-orgy, you can’t say you’re fazed much. Not with the company you keep.

Even with the circus revolving around you, Issei is the only thing you can see. Everything else falls away but the smell of his body wash and the soft material of his sweats where they meet your naked legs.

His hand rests against your thigh, fingers just above then short hem of your party dress. The metal rings on each digit are cool against your burning skin. You’re sure Issei can feel the heat rising in your stomach as it spreads through your blood. 

You feel him lean back, fishing something out of his pocket to set in your hands. You feel every hair stand on edge as the thin cotton drops into your grip, heavy as an anchor.

“You know what I think, darlin’?” Your breath hitches, the room around you squeezing tight against your shoulders, “I think you’re a natural on stage. I bet you would have let me do anything up there.” 

A hand wanders down the path of your spine, rough fingerprints stroke past each vertebrae. You arch at the feeling, his skin is like a narcotic. The liquor still swimming in your mind is no match to this, to the heady smell of sex and sweat as it cuts through your senses. 

Issei’s right, you’ll let him do anything to you. You’ll beg for it like you’re trying to pass the gates of heaven.

Your body moves of its own volition, legs swinging to straddle his waist. The material of your dress bunches over the curve of your ass, completely exposed to the room around you before being eclipsed by steady palms.

You would be, should be, embarrassed by the display of public depravity. No one around seems to notice, half naked is still more modest than most everyone else. Tendou and Oikawa have dissolved into a pile of spit and clashing teeth next to you, saving you from any snide quips. There’s nothing but Issei, face an inch away from you and lips tempting you to lean forward.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you I don’t usually do this?” 

Glassy eyes flick dumbly at the man below you. He sees the wobble of your lip, the glaze in your stare as you memorize every feature on his face. Any reassurance sitting on his tongue dies when you crash your lips against his, hips rolling down into him and knocking him off guard.

Your kiss is searing and drips with finality. You’ve decided what bed you’ll wake up in the morning with your tongue tracing against his molars.

“No, not really.” Foreheads pressed together, it’s your turn to laugh. If you’re honest, you probably made this decision while still sitting at the bar.

You dip back in, emboldened with the bruising fingers digging against the fat of your hips. The feeling of your cunt pressed against his crotch could bring a man to his knees.

He’s not opposed, he’s just gotta get you home first.

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[gra-sonas]

We first profiled Native American actress Amber Midthunder when she was starting to make her mark on both the big and little screen playing Native and non-Native roles to good reviews. What a difference four years can make. Midthunder has been on a nonstop roll since then. From small roles in Hell or High Water and Longmire, the actor graduated to co-starring in the Marvel/FX Legion series and The CW series Roswell, New Mexico, which is still going strong. In the past year she has starred opposite Liam Neeson in The Ice Road.

The big news is that she landed top billing as the lead in the latest installment of the wildly popular sci-fi Predator franchise. Titled Prey, the big-budget prequel is predicted to be a blockbuster — and Midthunder, as the female warrior Naru striving to protect her people from an alien threat 300 years in the past, likely to become a household name.

“This is it for me: My calling and passion is acting,” says Midthunder, whose father, actor David Midthunder (Longmire), is Nakoda, Dakota, and Lakota Sioux, and mother, Angelique, is Asian and European.

Filling out a very busy slate, Midthunder is also a youth ambassador at the Lompoc, California, wild horse conservation organization Return to Freedom.

We caught up with Midthunder a week before she was returning to New Mexico to start filming Roswell, New Mexico, again.

Cowboys & Indians: Tell us a bit about growing up in Santa Fe. Amber Midthunder: I had the opportunity to be a kid and grow up in an environment where I could ride horses and play with sticks. Even now, wherever I am and wherever I’m working, I try to leave the concrete and connect to the land.

C&I: Congrats on your lead role in Prey, which is due out this summer. What was it like to play Naru and drive the action as a powerful Indigenous woman? Midthunder: It was unbelievable. I feel extremely humbled. Working with director Dan Trachtenberg was amazing. He’s a great storyteller and so collaborative. Making this kind of movie with someone who is open and grounded and cares so much was incredible. Regardless of who played the role, the fact that this movie is the very first to have a female Indigenous protagonist in an action movie is huge. Carrying that responsibility was never lost to me, and I just hope to have done my people proud.

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[bellarkeselection]

Ch 11 - Dutton's Wedding

Part 12

Falling for my Bestie

@stellarosedutton co - author

Kayce's POV 

I've only worn a suit and tie one time and it was for Lee's funeral so it seems strange to not be in Jean's and a tee shirt. Dad's busy watching five year old Tate explaining that he has to give us each our rings since he's the ring bear. Jamie is my best man even though it annoys Beth. She's Y/n's maid of honor and said she's planned a hell of a good reception afterwards. Placing my cowboy hat on my head I take a deep breath thinking about mom. I'll take care of her always, I promise mom. Exiting the house Jamie walks up with me but we don't say a word to one another. Beth and Rip stand in the front with the cowboys standing in the rows of seats with Y/n's mother. Planting my feet I stare at my dad who stands by her mother who both have smiles on their faces. The wind blows through my hair and I gasped feeling like mom's spirit is in the wind today here for me.

Y/N’s POV

Y/N walked down the aisle, holding her best friend Rip’s arm “you ready to give me away, you’re really the only person i consider my brother.” She says, wiping a tear “i wish my daddy was here, he would be crying right now because his little girl is getting married” She says, wiping her tears as she sees Kayce as she smiled softly “you ready to give your little sister away Rip” She says, wiping his cheek as a tear slipped down it as she walked into Kayce’s grip as she held his hands and saw John holding Tate in his arms as she looked at Kayce happily as she held the vows, and his hand “Hey cowboy, guess we knew this day would be here sooner than we thought. I have some stuff to say, so here it goes. My Kayce, the wild child who was there through everything including the hard times and Tate's birth. You are the reason that me and my little boy have a home, I love you Kayce John Dutton. More than you know, here’s to what the future holds for us. I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you, and our sweet little boy” She says, holding both of his hands as she stands there in front of him.

Kayce's POV 

Rip gave Y/n away and I nearly broke down in tears at her words but took a deep breath eyeing the woman who will soon be my wife. "Y/n L/n, I'm not sure what else I could say to you to show you how much I love you. You're a part of me. I don't know what I would do or who I'd be if you weren't in my life. You were there when I lost my mom, when I left to be a navy seal, hell I don't remember any childhood memory that doesn't have you right by my side." Dad and the rest of my family chuckled at that statement. "Tate may not be mine by blood but he's exactly like his mother. Wild and loving all together. I can't picture anyone else standing up here with me today. And I know if my mother were here she'd look at us and say I told you so. But with this ring, her ring, I pledge to protect you, kiss you, love you and Tate until my last breath." I slowly slip my mom's ring onto her hand and she slips the gold band onto my hand. "It is my honor to present Mr and Mrs Kayce and Y/n Dutton, you may kiss the bride." The wedding official said before Y/n grabbed my hat putting it on her head with a smirk, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and kissing me. I cup her face in my hands slowly kissing her back hearing the cheers of the crowd fading away. All that my brain can focus on is her lips on mine, knowing that today my best friend is now being called my wife. 

Beth's POV

Finally we're at my part in this whole thing. Y/n and Kayce said they wanted a small wedding which left me room to plan a fucking huge reception for them. With Tons of alcohol included of course. Daddy let me clear out a field and set up chairs and stuff, plus the husband and wife entered with our helicopter. Everyone is sitting down as Kayce and Y/n sit down. Jamie started to grab the mic from the main table but I beat him to it. "Okay anyone who isn't me shut up and listen. First off I love you little brother and I love you Y/n. You're just like my brother with such a big heart. Second, I think we can all agree that I planned a hell of a reception entrance here tonight. Third, I hope this wild couple has a few wild nights in their future, and finally lets everybody raise a fucking shot to these two best friends!" I raise my shot glass and everyone follows before I drop the mic dramatically, having everyone clap. 

Kayce's POV 

"Are we there yet?" I chuckled like I was 8 years old again at my wife's excitement. I hadn't told her where we were going. All I said was it's a surprise. Tate is being watched by my dad for two weeks while we go on our honeymoon. Pulling into a gravel driveway I go to the passenger side of my truck picking her up bridal style hearing her squeal. Beth had rented us a cabin in the mountains for a few weeks and didn't tell me until last night at the reception. Kicking open the door I carry her over the threshold sitting her on her feet. For the most part the cabin looks just like the main house on the ranch but I don't feel stressed over Walker or anything here. "I can't believe my sister in law rented this out." She replies twirling in circles in her reception dress and cowgirl boots. Closing the door I toss my hat on the couch cupping her face in my hands. "Oh you know Beth. She can say anything to anyone to get everything. Now Mrs. Dutton, why don't we see where this leads." I lean down kissing her lips slowly turning the kiss more deeply feeling her arms wrapped around my neck. Tugging at my brown curls I wrap her legs around my waist carrying her to the bedroom. "Kayce, what about the stuff in the truck?" She asks as I discard my shoes and dress shirt, kissing her once more. "We'll be done before dark baby, we've got all the time in the world." Y/n smirks into the kiss tugging at my curls deepening the kiss more than I did earlier. I can understand why my dad misses my mom so much, she was his world. Just like Y/n is mine. 

Y/N’s POV

Y/N was laying in bed with Kayce, her hair was sweaty as she kissed his lips softly as she laid in his arms “my handsome husband, i love you Mr.Dutton” She says, noticing the flutter of her husband’s eyelids as she giggled softly and laid there “time to sleep handsome, we have plenty of time. “ She says, brushing his hair out of his face as she watched him doze off there in the bed next to her as she laid down and turned the light off as she drifted off to sleep with her husband who was also her best friend that had been in love with her since they were younger but she did everything with him and spent every day whenever she had the chance but she knew that he would never stop loving her no matter what happened because she had married him and become his wife as well as the mother of their little boy which she was thankful for “goodnight Kayce, i love you so much”

Can you all believe the next chapter is #12. This book has been growing really quick :)

Comments welcome 🤗

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[outerrangesource]

‘Outer Range’ Creator Answers Burning Questions About Episodes 3 and 4

Episode 3 We don’t have as much time this week so we’re going to jump around a little bit. Let’s talk about the finale of episode 3 with the disappearing mountain.

If our main character is starting to learn that something is happening with time on this land in such a way that time is really, we see where the past, present, and future might be colliding. We talked a lot about the inspiration for the sequence, which was actually from this James Michener book, “Centennial,” which, the first hundred pages of that book and a lot of his books talk about the geographical history or the topographical history of an area. It’s why we wanted to start the episode with that time-lapse, that really takes us through all of the evolutions of the land. And in that way, the mountain disappearing at the end is this sort of glitch in time that Royal is experiencing. And, it might have something to do with the fact that when he and Autumn shook hands and he noticed a swirl in her necklace, that there is a link to these events that’s occurring that made that glitch in time occur.

The other thing is that Brolin’s performance is so hilariously understated – is that how you conceived of that scene too, with him being like, “Nope, nothing at all going on here.”

It’s, like such a cowboy way to really fathom an unfathomable event. I just love the fact that he played it with such a straightforward, hand close to his chest kind of way. Like, he never showed his cards in that scene. And I love that. I thought it was like the perfect performance for that.

One of the other major things in episode three is Joy’s interaction with Frank Harlan. Where did the pet crow come from?

The pet crow was a nice touch that came in a little later. I think we were talking about it in the writers’ room and said part of the inspiration for the scene was there’s a scene in “It’s a Wonderful Life,” of all films. I know you probably weren’t expecting a Frank Capra reference for “Outer Range,” but there’s a scene in “It’s a Wonderful Life” where I think it’s Uncle Billy is the character that has these squirrels and birds in his office while he’s melting down. In the writer’s room, we just thought that was such an interesting detail that this guy has a pet crow in his place. And they’re massive loud birds. It added to the idea that this kind of quirky character was an influential person in the town.

It was just like a fun detail that we wanted to lead into it. And it also speaks to the strangeness of this particular part of the world, where there’s all sorts of wild, strange characters in Northwestern Wyoming. One other of which actually is introduced in the bar in the character of Cupcake.

And I’m not sure you notice Cupcake in the scene between Autumn and Perry, but that character came from, I was in this wonderful dive bar in Dubois, Wyoming at like 11:00 AM on a Tuesday one time. And I walked in there to check out the place and hoping that it would stir some sort of inspiration for the show in some ways and sitting at the bar was one person. And in front of him, he had a bottle of Budweiser and a cupcake. And I came back to the writers’ room and I told him this story and Zev Borow, our co-showrunner and the writer of “The Simpsons” was like, “We’ve got to write a character and their name is Cupcake, he’s got to go in.” And like, hell yeah. That’s where Cupcake came from.

Well, the other part of the Frank Harlan scene that has caused me endless fascination is the Mastodon story. What was your takeaway from that? Is this something that we should consider literal truth? Is this more of kind of cosmic weirdness, or how true is it?

Why is, why are cosmic truth and weirdness mutually exclusive?

That’s true when it comes to “Outer Range,” those things are very close.

Cosmic weirdness is the truth in this case. I’ll leave it at that. That is a fun little thing that we want to dance toward in future episodes.

Can we tell people that maybe she will return to Frank’s property?

You could say, let’s say this it’s not the last time that [she] and Frank will have an encounter.

Earlier in the episode, Joy encounters a tweaker in a convenience store who mentions missing people. Have you worked out the secret history of this town? Is this something that does go on fairly often and is Rebecca’s disappearance part of this kind of continuum of disappearances?

It is. Yeah, and we kind of plotted out the backstory that we think would be most interesting for all of that, of course, and then try to weave it into these story points and what Perry’s pain is. But I think more than that, it speaks to this thematic strain of how loss is an everyday point of grief for the Abbott characters and moreover sort of planting this existential question of when something goes missing, where does it go? And that’s hopefully a question that we can relate to the grief and the loss that our characters are feeling that there’s an incompleteness or, a sense of wrongness to these missing people that are in their lives.

Does it also connect to the historical nature of the land itself and the missing indigenous peoples?

Yeah, exactly, exactly. Right.

Wayne says to one of the kids, “You sound just like your mother.” How long has Wayne and his wife been separated and how long has he been obsessed with this land?

I’ll speak to the point of how long they’ve been separated. You know, the story that we built for ourselves is one where the disillusion of their marriage happened when their boys were in high school. And so the Tillerson boys grew up when they were coming of age, in high school, grew up in this environment of feral masculinity and that just ruled over the house and our incredible production designer took this and ran with at this and designed that Tillerson house with so many incredible details. Like a little dirt bike is in there. There’s a VR headset, there’s cases of Red Bull. There’s all sorts of taxidermy animals. There’s very fun, little details in that room. And that set was so much fun to work on and tell stories in and stuff. And as far as the second question, that’s a wait-and-see one.

Connected to that, when she returns Billy’s outfit changes completely, he’s a T-shirt and sweatshirt guy. And then he looks more like a cowboy when she shows up. What was the thought behind that?

We had a blast looking at what shirts Billy Tillerson would be wearing in each episode. And if you look closely, you’ll see when his mom arrives before he’s wearing, I think it’s this incredible jellyfish design that’s on the press of that shirt. It’s a jellyfish western shirt, which is one of my favorite costumes of Billy’s, and Rachel Daner best just did an incredible job finding the quirky details for each character. But yeah, I think, if we’re talking about Episode 3, it’s not going to be any secret to anyone that the end of that episode we discover or rediscover the body of Trevor Tillerson. And with the advent of that, there is a shift in the story that maybe things that are lost are not gone, and that’s a recurring theme in this, but back to Billy’s clothing choices, there is a turn in the story that certainly makes him spruce up a little bit. And, it happens to be linked to the loss of his brother.

Episode 4 Episode 4 starts with the flashback to nine months ago, a very “Jurassic Park”-type scene where one of his guys brings him a rock. Would you say, this is the flash point? Is this what reignites Wayne’s obsession with this weirdness on the land?

Yeah, I think Wayne is a character that has these inklings of a prophet, and I think there’s something stirring within him and something that’s always been stirring within him to a degree that he has a harmonious relationship to the energy of the land. And he feels things, he feels things in ways that other people don’t, and in that way, Billy Tillerson is the closest to him in that. That there is something strong about Wayne that’s in Billy and vice versa. They have a deep connection as father and son, but yeah, there’s scene in episode 4 where the rock is brought to him and he sees it ever so slightly move is a new clue for Wayne to advance this rather spiritual frontiering quest that he’s upon.

During Joy’s interaction with Royal, she mentions UFOs. Is there a possibility they could be brought into “Outer Range?”

I like where your mind’s going. I say, bring them in. There’s all sorts of strange happenings up there. I think I wouldn’t disqualify it. I’ll say that.

There’s Wayne’s breakdown with the fur coat and he’s screaming at the buffalo. Royal’s buffalo has a few big moments this episode. What is the connection there? Is there a possibility that Royal’s buffalo is the same buffalo that’s on Wayne’s wall?

I can’t answer that. I can’t answer that. Shooting that scene by the way, with Will Patton. I mean, he just doubled down in the greatest way. It was like watching a master at work, him doing this grief scream into a buffalo mouth. He like completely transcended everything that we thought was possible with that scene. That was a joy to see, but that’s the main thing I’ll tell you about.

There’s a moment during Rhett’s interrogation where he says to Royal that he wishes he could turn back time and Royal gives this look like, maybe there is some way of harnessing this thing for the good of his family.

I… no, I think he’s a character that is really questioning how to use the tools that are before him, that’s he’s really questioning. Maybe there’s something about this that can be wielded. And maybe there’s something about what we’re going through that isn’t permanent. Again, this sort of refrain of maybe what’s lost is not gone. I think that’s where his character’s head is at, that’s where the episode is. The episode is called “The Loss.” And I think Royal’s head is really spinning around that theme.

The title of the episode travels in many different ways from that scene, the loss of Trevor, we’re at his funeral. We experienced loss there. And then the poker match, of course, another semblance of the loss. So it’s a theme throughout the episode that we hope people lock into.

Why do you think Patricia knows it’s Perry?

I think Patricia suspects that it’s Perry simply by having a decades-long relationship with that family. And being able to read on their faces, what they’re holding and what they’re not. I think she’s another one of those characters that has a deep sense of a high level of instinct about the Abbotts and, looking at just seeing how torn apart he is inside. I think she can put some pieces together there that other people might not be able to.

After the funeral, Royal talks to Joy and says maybe there’s nothing out there and describes chaos all the way down. Is that his understanding of the void or is that his worldview or both?

I think it’s both. And he’s really fucking with Joy. I think he senses that Joy is onto him in some keen way. There’s a lot being said under the surface and between them throughout Episodes 3 and 4, and I think he sees her as a threat, that’s getting closer and closer to what the Abbotts are hiding and what Royal, in particular, is hiding. And as such, he really wants to throw her for a loop or send her off in another direction. And so there’s this sort of showdown gaze at the bar that occurs. I think it hopefully ratchets up the conflict between them at the beginning of the episode, when she’s interrogated the family. I think what we see is she gets too close to home for Royal and this is his way of retaliating.

There are so many great production design details in this stretch. Royal’s bolero is a stone. The Coors Light logo is mimicking the disappearing mountain. How many of these things did you guys come up with in the writer’s room and how many were inventions on set?

They were pretty much all from the writers’ room. I think we really had a sense of symbology that we wanted to impart on the show from the outset and the writers, we, they did such a great job of like spitballing. What are the sort of icons of the show that can kind of be these physical Easter eggs and help guide our characters along like their encountering totems across their world. We started to think of the neon beer sign as a totem and the belt buckle as this, that’s a rodeo belt buckle, and kind of linking it between father and son. And so hopefully they bear, emotionally, import as much as they bear narrative import.

The buffalo shows up during the poker match. You said before that he’s Royal’s spirit guide. And I was wondering what his appearance in that scene means. Is he giving Royal strength or like permission to do what he is about to do?

Sure. Yeah, I think the arrival of the Buffalo in that scene is the clue that Royal takes to double down. Something is at work here, as he says in that scene. And the buffalo is confirmation of that. And the other side of that, in the writers’ room, we wanted to conceive of a world where like, it wouldn’t be implausible for a buffalo to be standing outside of a saloon, which, which was a great fun task to try to build story towards and try to incorporate it in as realistic way as possible. But the buffalo continues to be this premonition for Royal as a guide, like you said, that takes him through his journey.

Why is Royal so obsessed with her necklace? Have you worked out where this came from?

We do, we do. That was something that we really built a strong backstory for in the writers’ room. And if you look closely in Episode 3, when you first see it, you’ll see that it’s a bit of this darker mineral that is sort of held in place by amber. And it is inferring a bit of a linkage for Royal, at least in the same sort of darker mineral that he sees swirling in the hole. You’ll see in her necklace in 3, that dark mineral moves ever so slightly right before the mountain disappears. And then likewise at the start of 4, you’ll see in Wayne’s rock.

Royal cheats, which is huge. Is that just another indication of him doing anything to protect his family and this land or does it speak to something else?

Yeah. No, I mean I continue to poke your metaphor, he’s all in, at this point, there’s no going back and it is anything you can do to protect your family, to keep this a secret, to restore what has been fractured. And I think he’s a man on a mission by the end of Episode 4 and we see that mission sort of catalyze and take him on a journey throughout the final episodes.

Wayne knocks his Clamato over and it seems to activate the rock. Can you talk about that?

Yeah. When you go to Wyoming, you go to Yellowstone National Park, as many people have been to you’ll notice all these geysers and gaseous, crazy patterns that occur in the air, and in the writers’ room, we were trying to conceive of a way to get at sort of the wildness of the land as it, as it might be interacting with these characters. And with the spilling of the Clamato, you’ll see a kind of pools around the rock and our mission with our production designer say, “We want it to look like one of those crazy gaseous patterns that occur up the Yellowstone,” we show a picture he’s like, “Oh, very cool.” And so the aim was always sort marry the outer world to the inner world in that, and to look at how the Clamato spill could teach us or teach Wayne, rather, something more about what he’s experiencing. Or rather see patterns that are occurring that he wouldn’t have otherwise seen if that accident of spilling the Clamato hadn’t happened. It’s a bit of a wink at the same time, too.

The show is at its most absurd when we’re with the Tillersons, I think it’s safe to say. And leaning into the fun of that and also just like any chance to use Clamato in “Outer Range,” we just got to go for it, so that’s a little bit of where that came from. He’s also watching “Gunsmoke” and he’s staring at the buffalo, there’s all sorts of elements that are showing Wayne something more than what he can see.

Wayne obviously goes looking for the void. He finds it. And Royal is there. Do you think Royal is attempting to kill Wayne?

I think he’s definitely trying to stop him. I think if that fight would’ve continued, it would’ve been a strong chance that Wayne would’ve gone right in that hole. But he’s definitely trying to stop him.

Wayne gets the upper hand and knocks him unconscious with the rock. Wayne, to me, seems like someone who’s much more in it for the kind of gamesmanship than Royal. Could you talk about Wayne’s intent in that moment?

Yeah. Gamesmanship is the right word for it. I think Wayne, when he experiences that eureka! moment of finding the hole, everything clicks together for him on the inside. And I think, later on when we learn more about Wayne and Royal’s backstory, you might get a few hints as to why.

#outer range #outer range: media #outer range spoilers #brian watkins

[oonajaeadira]

Sunday Seven: November 21: untitled

In an effort to read more fic and support more fic and get through my massive to-read list, I wanted to do a post once a week to hype some stuff I’m liking.

And, because I like a theme and want to love up all my boys, each Sunday will list one fic featuring each of my favorite boys--Din, Ez, Pero, Jack, Javi, and Frankie. I know there are amazing fics out there featuring other characters, (which is why I’ll keep the seventh spot open for wild card), these are just the boys I love reading the most and occupying the most real estate on my to-read list.

This week I read some drop-jawed lovely drabbles and things that were listed without titles, so I decided to theme it up!!!

💖indicates love for soft 🔥indicates spicy stuff

DIN: untitled (listed under “Jealous” in the series masterlist) by @charnelhouse 🔥 I am weak-kneed for Charnie’s Pornstar!Din x f!crewmember series, but this one felled me right to the ground. It’s early on in the saga and Din says some nasty things on camera....but he’s not directing them at his co-star....

EZRA: untitled by @ifimayhaveaword  The intimacy of Ezra helping you to put your gartered stockings on is just delicious. This made me stop breathing for about five minutes.... GUH. So nice I read it...many.

PERO: untitled by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa 🔥 This is listed as part of an Outlander AU, but I know nothing about Outlander and was able to follow it just fine. Although it was good to have the warnings--there's some spanking going on, and not of the playful kind. But the turnabout that comes from it, the realization of trust and love and needs...it is sublime to watch husband!Pero understand what is really important here. I'm glad the wife!reader chose to forgive. 

JACK: untitled by @starlightmornings 💖 Sometimes you just want the fantasy of a cowboy being sweet as hell to his pregnant wife. This is it.

JAVI: untitled (on her Javi masterlist under “you are Javi’s good girl”) by @softpedropascal 💖🔥 The ask for this one was about Javi calling the reader a good girl. But it turned into much more than that. A domestic bliss Javi, one who leaves his work at work and loves you more than anyone else. Soft AND spicy in just the right amounts.

FRANKIE: untitled (headcanon) by @fleetwoodmactshirt 🔥 Get you a man that can make homemade pasta and races against the clock to make you come before dinner's done. I think my comment on this fic was "Holy balls--this stopped time for me."

WILD CARD -- THIEF: untitled by @magpie-to-the-morning 🔥 An answered ask in which Emma outlines the hedonistic natures of our Thief. But it's the way he brings you pretty things to drape on your body...the offerings, the worship...oof, y'all. Oof.

#sunday seven #the mandalorian #prospect film #the great wall film #kingsman golden circle #narcos #triple frontier #casillero del diablo #din djarin #ezra (prospect) #pero tovar #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #javier peña #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #francisco morales #the thief

[theladyofdeath]

Scared & Horny {Nessian}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 9.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ Halloween prompt idea - “Well, Mark me down as scared and horny”. Doesn’t necessarily have to be smutty... but ya know... thirsty anons and all... X”

Autumn/Halloween 2020 {Collection}

Cassian walked through the front door of the party, looking around for any of his friends. He spied Mor chatting up a sexy bunny, but figured she wouldn’t appreciate his interruptions.

Figuring he could take care of and entertain himself, Cassian kept wandering through the herds of people. When Elain Archeron threw a party, she really threw a party. Cassian didn’t know half the people there, and didn’t bother to introduce himself as he found his way to the kitchen, where appetizers were laid out on the island.

Elain had really outdone herself. All of her treats were Halloween-themed, and Cassian should not have expected anything less, but he was truly amazed. There were pretzels dipped in chocolate that looked like monster-fingers, chocolate-covered cherries that looked like eyeballs, and an alcoholic punch that was bright green and bubbly. 

Considering he was alone, Cassian decided to indulge himself. 

After his third cup, he realized the punch was one of those dangerous kinds that didn’t taste like alcohol, but it was definitely there.

A firm hand clapped on his shoulder. “You finally made it.”

He turned and found Rhys standing there, dressed up in full Batman regalia. “Please tell me Feyre is Catwoman.”

He snorted. “She’s Robin.”

Cassian blinked. “She’s Robin?”

“Is there something wrong with Robin?” Rhysand asked, pouring himself a glass of punch. 

“Catwoman is so sexy, though,” Cassian said, sighing. “She really missed an opportunity there.” 

“Maybe that’s why she chose Robin,” Rhysand muttered. “To keep you from calling her sexy.”

Cassian rolled his eyes as the door was pushed open, yet again, and Azriel strolled in, and took one look at Cassian. 

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” he asked.

Cassian blinked, looking down at his outfit. “I’m a space cowboy.”

“A space cowboy?” Azriel repeated, then looked to Rhysand. “Have you already made fun of him for this?” 

“Didn’t have time. He was too busy wondering why Feyre isn’t Catwoman.” 

Azriel frowned. “That’s actually a good argument. Catwoman is way better than Robin.” 

Rhysand rolled his eyes and drank from his punch without another word. 

When the door opened again, Cassian’s and Azriel’s laughter died down.

A zombie strolled in, her hair a wild mess, her makeup done as well as the world’s best cosmetologist. 

“Fuck,” Azriel muttered.

Rhysand had stopped drinking his punch. “You look….nice.” 

“Well, mark me down as scared and horny,” Cassian grinned, taking in Elain’s sister’s beautifully gorey, wild appearance. 

Nesta rolled her red eyes as she met them all where they stood by the island to get herself a cup of punch. “A space cowboy? Really?” 

“A space cowboy is a badass,” Cassian grinned, downing another glass of punch.

Rhys asked, “You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to be an astronaut or a cowboy, could you?”

“Nope, and both costumes were expensive, so I made it work.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and said, “Where are my sisters?”

“Feyre is playing Cards Against Humanity,” Rhys offered.

Azriel shrugged. “Elain is probably running around making sure everyone is having a good time.”

Nesta shot him a look. “Shouldn’t you be helping her with that?”

Azriel hesitated, but Cassian was the one that said, “Az isn’t really the social type, I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed-.”

“I can be social,” Azriel muttered, knowing full well it was a lie. 

Rhys clapped his hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Let’s go find our girls.”

The two of them were making their way into the living room, leaving Nesta and Cassian alone in the kitchen. The bass of the music was subtly shaking the floor under their feet and Cassian filled a glass with the green liquid, before handing it to her. She sipped on it, her eyes staying on Cassian. They were bright but hazy, and he could tell she’d been drinking before she made the short walk over from her house.

“You really do look great,” Cassian said, voice low.

She smiled, but took another sip of punch, and tilted her head to the side before she spoke. “So which part is more dominant? The scared or the horny?”

Cassian didn’t try to hide his gaze as he let it trail down her body. Her face wasn’t the only thing that was “zombi-fied”, large holes and tears were ripped and shredded along her clothes. Glimpses of her toned stomach and legs were visible as she moved.

“I don’t think you really want me to answer that,” Cassian muttered.

“No?” Nesta asked. “Why’s that?”

“Because last time I voiced a thought like the one I’m having now we ended up fucking in-.”

“Cass,” she hissed, looking around, desperately hoping no one heard, even though it was obvious they were alone. “Keep your voice down.”

Cassian groaned, running his fingers down her arm. “I’m tired of keeping all this a secret.”

“We don’t even know what this is yet,” Nesta said, finishing her punch and pouring more. 

“You like me, don’t you?” he asked.

Nesta looked around again before giving him a tight-lipped, “Yes.”

“And you think I’m cute?” he crooned, his words starting to slur and stumble together. 

She rolled her eyes. “Yes.”

“Then what is there to figure out?” he whispered, taking her hips and pulling her closer.

“Don’t kiss me,” she muttered, her eyes meeting his.

“Why not?” he asked, coming in closer.

She held up her hand and blocked his lips. “Do you know how long it took for me to do this makeup?”

“I’m going to fuck it up later, what difference does it make now?” He breathed, his lips barely brushing hers.

“Because no one has seen it yet,” she replied, laughing quietly as his fingers brushed over her stomach. She was so easily ticklish. “And I didn’t spend hours working on this makeup for just you to see it.”

“I’m the only one who matters,” he whispered.

Nesta’s fingers clung to his arms, feeling his muscles beneath the ridiculous plaid shirt he wore over the NASA t-shirt beneath. She held onto him, regardless of the fact that she didn’t want her sisters to know yet.

“What’s happening here?”

They jumped apart, looking to the doorway.

Elain stood there, her brows shot up into her hairline. She wore a fairy costume with thigh high socks and incandescent wings. 

Nesta hesitated, but Cassian instantly tapped into his bullshit zone. “She was feeling a little dizzy. Just making sure she was keeping upright.”

Nesta was nodding. “Yeah, too much alcohol, not enough water, I think.”

Elain chuckled, hurrying to the island. “Been there. Anyway, have you seen Az? I want him to help me pass out appetizers.”

“He just went looking for you,” Cassian assured her. “I can help, if you want?” 

Elain’s smile softened as she pushed a tray of goodies to him. “You’re sweet, Cass. Thank you.”

He nodded his head before taking the tray out into the party. Mor, as usual, was the life of the party, dancing in the middle of the living room. Rhysand was with Feyre, drinking on the sofa, but Azriel seemed to have gone MIA.

After making a quick pass of the room, offering the chocolate-and-red vine spiders to everyone, he ended up on the couch with Rhys and Feyre, a beer in his hand. He was chowing down on spiders when Feyre looked at him.

“So what is this fainting spell Nesta was having earlier Elain was telling me about?”

Cassian trained his features into boredom. “She’s fine. Just drank a little too much on her way over. A little water and she was just fine.”

“That’s all she needed?” She asked.

He nodded, biting the head off another spider. “That’s all.”

“Then why is there white makeup on your lips and fake blood on your shoulders?”

Cassian froze, looking down at his shoulder. Sure enough, there was fake blood smudged on the plaid. “I caught her.”

Feyre rose a brow. “With your face?” 

“Nesta seemed fine when we were in the kitchen,” Rhysand said, shrugging. “A little tipsy, maybe, but not drunk, at all.”

Feyre looked back and forth between Rhysand and Cassian before her eyes settled on her friend, her eyes widening, her grin spreading. “You and-.”

“No,” Cassian interrupted. 

“Yes,” she said, excitedly.

“Wait,” Rhysand said, connecting the dots. “You and Nesta?”

“No,” Cassian repeated.

“Yes!” Feyre followed. 

“Seriously?” Rhysand chimed in.

Cassian’s hand ran down his face. “You can’t say a word.”

“Why not?” Feyre asked, gripping his arm. “Cass, this is so exciting.”

“Because,” he said, pulling Feyre’s death grip from his arm and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to freak her out. She doesn’t want to label us and I don’t want to push her to.”

Feyre’s face fell just a bit. “But you’re together, right?”

Cassian raised his shoulders in a shrug. “I like to think so, but I have no idea.”

He looked up and caught her gaze for a split second across the room. She was talking to a broad-shouldered fireman and laughing at something he’d said.

“I’m going to talk to her,” Feyre said, standing up.

“What?” Cassian asked, practically shouted, instantly on alert. “Why?”

Rhysand, still on the couch, looked back and forth between them, amused. 

“Because she needs a kick in the ass to know how good she has it,” Feyre went on. “We’ve all been waiting for the two of you to get together for years, and she has, too.”

Cassian blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” she said, simply, before walking away.

By the time Cassian remembered that she was going to talk to Nesta, she was already halfway across the room. “No! Wait!”

Nesta had hardly come out of Feyre’s lips when Cassian made it to them and yanked Feyre away.  

“Let’s dance, Feyre,” he said, pulling her to the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. 

Nesta simply shrugged and went back to her conversation with the fireman. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cassian asked.

“Me?” Feyre asked, exasperated. “What the hell is wrong with you? Both of you!”

“I don’t want to push her away!” He said, in a loud whisper, keeping his hands at a very safe spot in the middle of her back. “I don’t want to scare her by showing her how much I want a label.”

“Yeah, well, she wants one, too, but for whatever reason, her head is up her ass,” Feyre replied, looking over her shoulder at Nesta.

Cassian watched as she touched the fireman’s arm and he said, “Maybe she wants to play the field. When we started sleeping together, we didn’t make any promises-.”

“You’re sleeping together?” Cassian swore that Feyre’s squealed question registered on a scale that only dogs could hear.

“Fuck,” he sighed, realizing he was only digging his own grave even deeper.

“When?” She demanded. “When did this start?”

“August-.”

“August?!” Feyre shrieked, and Cassian begged her, yet again, to keep quiet. 

“Yes, August,” he sighed, sneaking a look at Nesta, who had disappeared.

Cassian couldn’t help but wonder if it was with the firefighter. 

“Have you been with anyone else during that time?” Feyre asked, quietly.

Cassian shook his head. 

“Then you��re together,” she said, simply. 

He didn’t bother to tell her that Nesta probably had just gone off with the firefighter. “Just keep it quiet, yeah?”

The song ended and Feyre sighed, but nodded. She stepped back from him and said, “Ask her to be your girlfriend. Don’t just let her dictate it or she’ll keep dancing around it.”

“I’m not-.”

“Robin and a Space Cowboy… This is an interesting combo.”

Cassian and Feyre turned to find Nesta walking towards them. She looked decidedly more drunk than she had been when she’d left the kitchen.

He cleared his throat. “We were just-.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she interrupted, grabbing a handful of his shirt. “Let’s dance, cowboy.”

She tugged him towards her, but ended up stumbling herself. He caught her, and chuckled. “That’s Captain, to you.”

At some point, Feyre had made herself scarce. Cassian went to step back, but Nesta held onto him. “People will see us,” he breathed.

She could barely hear him over the music playing, but she glanced up at him. “Is that such a bad thing?”

He blinked, not understanding her change of heart. Yes, she was pretty drunk, but that would just come back to bite him in the ass when she sobered up. He hesitantly asked. “No?”

“That fireman just asked me to go home with him,” she said, dragging her fingers up his arm.

Cassian’s fingers tighten around her waist. “That was nice of him.”

“It was,” Nesta mused. “But then I realized I didn’t want to go home with him. I don’t want to go home with anyone.”

Cassian was nodding. “Gotcha.”

“Anyone but you,” she added under breath, teasing him. 

Cassian’s lips twitched at the corners. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she breathed, then a look of pure offense overtook her facial features. “You didn’t say it back.” 

Cassian paused. “Didn’t say what back?” 

“That I’m the only one you want to go home with,” she said, that frown remaining. 

“Nesta-.”

“Is there someone you want to go home with?” she interrupted, leaning back. “Fuck, who-.”

“No one-.”

“I should’ve known-.”

“Mother’s tits, will you shut up?” Their lips met.  

Just as she was pulling away, ready to dramatically storm off, Cassian had grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back toward him, instantly reconnecting his mouth with hers.

They stopped dancing, and suddenly nothing mattered but them in that moment.

It was a public announcement. 

A declaration.

One that no one was really surprised by at all.

#nessian #31 days of halloween #nesta #cassian #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acosf #sjm #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot

[subarubi]

Somethin’

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam Wilson’s in for the ride of his life. (Idk I suck at summaries)

Word Count: 3.2k

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Sexual content. Modern AU. Cowboy!Sam. Slight Angst? Idk. Alcohol consumption. Inappropriate use of stable floor. 

A/N: Something about the leaves changing is putting me in the mood for some Sam Wilson lovin’. ma’ams, sirs, non-binaries, I present to you, COWBOY SAM. This is purely born out of thirst, the barely there plot is just a vehicle for it. Yee-motherfuckin’-haw!  

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Clear blue skies and soft, white cumulus clouds look just the same above him here as they did there. 

It had been the first thing he noticed on that long, quiet car ride home from the airport and the last thought before settling into the checkered sheets of his adolescence. Night, day, clear or grey — it’s the same sky he’s been under his entire life, same backdrop to his last few years at war. 

One certain days, he feels blind as a newborn, clutching to his momma’s chest as she quiets his cries. Others, he swears he can see thousands of miles away if only he just squints hard enough. 

Today, there’s sweat stinging in his eyes, so he only sees wide pastures through a blurred filter. 

Sam Wilson holds his father’s hat in one hand, uses a forearm glowing bronze beneath the sun to wipe away the dampness over his brow. He’s known heat, spent hours baking under the hot sun in full fatigues. This is a different kind of heat — the lazy, sleepy kind that starts in his neck and spreads warm everywhere. It pools in unwelcome places: behind his knees, down his shoulder blades, in his ass crack. 

“What’s the matter, cowboy? Can’t take the heat?”

"M’fine,” he scoffs indignantly, kneading a thick thigh splayed out over worn leather, soothing his sore muscles. Despite his objections otherwise, Sam’s dog-tired and aching for a cold shower. He wants to fall face first into the couch and stay there for, forever, maybe. 

Your smirk burns him up from the inside out with irritation and a whole other barrel of emotions he doesn’t want to get into when you’re being this annoying.  “If you need a break, I won’t tell anyone...”

Sam pants a laugh, settling the cattleman hat back over his head, squint in his warm brown eyes easing in the brim’s shadow. Shaking his head, he replies “I don’t believe that for one second.”

He’s heard that most people settle a bit after they reach their mid-20s. People have jobs and responsibilities and have less room to be obnoxious and wild. You haven’t changed one bit since high school. You’re just as loud mouthed and unpleasant as you were all those years ago before Sam left to enlist. You used to laugh and throw mud in his face when he worked on your daddy’s ranch as a kid, put burs in his boots and made fun of his gangly arms. Not much has changed on that front now that he’s back — he’s kind of glad for it, so used to people in this little town treating him differently now.

Sam licks salt from his lip, watching you in front of him, horse in a jog. 

The steady rocking of your hips side to side holds his gaze, matching your pace but hanging back enough that conversation is sparse. Sam eyes the way denim hugs your legs, tapers off into a pair of worn brown boots with stitched designs fraying. He remembers when you’d first gotten those boots, how you danced in them before him. He’d always had a sneaking suspicion you liked him back then; he was older and worked for your daddy, your teasing always felt like just an excuse to talk to him. 

You’re a woman now. An honest to god woman with pretty eyes and a dangerous smile — all stuffed into tight jeans and a chambray shirt with the top buttons undone in such a way that he can the path of sweat down your neck and into your cleavage. Sam visibly swallows.

“What’s it like?” your sweet twang tickles the inside of his ears, a shiver run down his spine. 

Sam shifts in his saddle, leaning up on the horn to give his sleeping ass a break, “What’s what like?”

Silence for a beat, what little he can see of your profile twists in uncertainty. You slow up so that your horse falls in step beside his, shrugging to appear more casual, though it’s more comfort for you than him. “I mean... the Air Force, Afghanistan. That whole thing.”

Oh, that whole thing. Sam stiffens, reins creaking in tight fists as he struggle with such a small, harmless question. 

In the hours you’ve spent together since he’s been back, the subject of where he went and why he’s back remained fairly untouched. Sam didn’t want to talk about it and you don’t like awkward, feelings conversations in general. He’d liked the balance the two of you had struck up. Considered you a good friend, even, for it. 

“You don’t have to say anything! Just forget I said anything,” you rush out. 

Sam can tell by the way you frantically avoid looking at him that an ashamed heat is crawling up your neck and pooling in your face. He sighs heavily, shoulders sagging and looks out over the herd of cattle moving pastures.

He’s dog-tired. 

After Riley died, he just couldn’t find reason anymore — his momma said it was giving her smiley boy premature frown lines. Getting out was supposed to be a good thing for him, but he’s just so tired of waiting for the results. He’d expected coming home and working on the ranch would be like flipping a switch; he’d be happy again and wouldn’t have to think about his time in the war. For the most part, he has been. But some days he doesn’t know whether it’s better to be blind or to see thousands of miles away.

Then there are days like today: the in between where everything is blurry and he wants to talk about it, but doesn’t know where to begin. 

“It’s hot as hell.”

The bewildered look on your face makes him smile small. His lips twitch and it sends yours chasing off after them, cracking big and wide. He wishes his momma could see him now, with that gap-toothed grin she says she misses so much. What it is, he doesn’t know, but something about you makes him so comfortable. 

If you wanted to, you couldn’t get Sam to stop talking after that. 

He tells stories of COs with sticks up their asses and hillbillies he never thought he’d have to protect and never wants to again, of all the shit Riley put him through and what passes for food on military bases. And by the time the sun sets and the cows are grazing on fresh, untouched grass, the ache in Sam’s hips and legs can’t compare to the one in his cheeks. 

“He sounds like an amazing friend,” you smile softly, boot kicked up on the farriers stool outside the barn.

Sam smiles wistfully into the neck of his beer bottle, nodding firmly, “The best.”

The sweat on his shirt has dried under a cool night breeze, Sam’s eyes slide closed to savor the feeling of it. It’s peaceful and quiet in the best way, a warm beer in hand, crickets chirping and a somewhere frog croaking. He can’t help but think this is as close as he’s gonna get to being happy again without Riley. 

A cacophonous clattering of the glass bottle graveyard the two of you cultivated breaks through it. You hiss loudly, muttering curses under your breath as you try and right the ones that fell over, “Shhh, dammit. Shit.”

Sam rolls his head to the side slowly with relaxed breaths, looking at you with a goofy smile. He places his bottle down in the dirt besides just about the dozen other empty ones, reaching out for you, “You’re a good friend too.”

You watch him with wide eyes, chewing your lip dark in that way that he never lets on drives him crazy. 

His eyes lazily drift over your face, down the smooth planes of your neck and over the panicked heave of your chest. There’s a summer haze over him, he feels all fuzzy and warm with alcohol swirling around in his gut, liver working overtime. He’s thinking things he probably shouldn’t, fingers itching to do things he definitely shouldn’t. 

You are a good friend, he means that. 

He’s been home for a few months now and can count on one hand the amount of people he actually likes spending time with. His momma and his little sister on Sundays after church making — or rather, for his part, eating— pies. Your father, who Sam’s always looked up to, listening to life lessons that he’s already learned but doesn’t have the heart to say so. He likes going to the bar with the other ranch hand Tommy well enough, but only for a few. 

You. All the time, even when he’s supposed to be doing something else or you’re annoying the hell out of him. 

Sam clears his throat, hoping that the starry-eyed look in his eyes is obscured by the darkness of night and the low brim of his hat. By the way you’re looking back at him, he highly doubts he’s gotten away with it. “I should get going, it’s late.”

“You-” you swallow, sitting up straight in your seat as he makes to get up, “you shouldn’t drive.”

Cracking bones have Sam grimacing as he stretches tall, working out all the kinks he’d gotten from a long day out riding, driving the cattle. He stumbles a little in his boots, kicking up a small bit of dirt with a tipsy laugh, “You’re right...”

He sees your tense shoulders sag in relief, settling further against the red barn wall. Sam grins mischievously, swaying towards the open barn doors, “I’ll ride.”

“Sam!” you call after him, and he hears the light pounding of your boots after him as he bolts into the stables. 

He’s never felt so fast, so light, running with you hot on his trail, boots sliding dangerously across the hay covered ground. Sam’s a kid again, unburdened by the hardships of war and the grief of losing his best friend. 

Once, when he was working here in high school with you constantly ribbing on him, Sam stole your hat — same one sitting on that pretty head now — and ran. You gave chase until your shorter legs tired out and ugly sobs of frustration poured from your lungs. He felt guilty, mean even and stopped as soon as those doe eyes looked up at him in hurt. There was a terrible smirk on your face he’ll never forget when you triumphantly snatched it out of his hands and kicked him in the shin, little brat you were. 

This is payback. 

Sam takes a hard left into one of the empty stalls, laughing wildly when you corner him, hands holding his sides in stitches. Smiling eyes betray the scowl on your face as you approach slowly, as if he were a jumpy young colt for you to tame. 

Something’s in the air, suffocating the closing space between the two of you and Sam’s pinned beneath the unreadable stare of your eyes dark with... somethin’. 

The heave of his chest is prominent under the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, white undershirt stretching taut over its broadness. He sucks down big, audible breaths to steady himself, face slack. Sam rests his hands over the silver longhorn buckle of his belt, pinkies tracing over the rough grooves to distract him from this churning in his stomach. It could just be the alcohol. He’s not been oblivious to the all the lingering touches and heated gazes these past few months working close together, but it could just be the alcohol. 

In the back of his head, he can almost feel the phantom sting of his momma slapping him there, warning him that you don’t shit where you eat and he’d be stupid to do what his body is screaming for him to. 

You’re the annoying girl that sent him sprawling into a cow patty, trained the dogs to circle him in the field and nip at his heels. You’re his boss’ daughter and his friend, an important one at that. 

You’re... somethin’ and when he’s with you the sky is bluer and the clouds make these funny shapes with resemblances the two of you never agree on. 

“Okay, okay, you got me,” Sam holds his arms up in surrender, rolled up sleeves unravelling on his forearms. 

It doesn’t stop your approach like he’d hoped it would. The longer this goes on, and the closer you get — he can feel hot breaths fanning over his face now, raising goosebumps beneath his stubble — the weaker his resolve gets. 

You’re right in front of him, warm hands squeezing his shoulders and a glint in your eyes that means trouble. “Do I win a prize, cowboy?”

Sam’s knees buckle just the slightest and it’s your hands wandering down the taut muscles at his sides that keep him standing. When you call him that he feels all weird inside, like any nickname before that was wrong and any after wouldn’t even register for him. 

A sharp hiss leaves Sam’s lips, jolting as a cool few fingers experimentally drift beneath the hem of his shirt, smoothing over his hot skin. He says your name in warning, low and pleading. 

“Sam...” you whisper, knocking his hat off with the tipping brim of your own, a pleading look of your own burning straight through him and settling in the erratic beat of his chest. He struggles to focus on anything other than your fingers splayed out on his torso, thumbs fiddling with the waistband of his boxers peaking out above his jeans, nails scratching just light enough to leave his skin crawling. 

God, what did you say? He can’t remember, clenching fists to avoid reaching out and touching you, all warm against him. And why is he even fighting it? 

Hesitantly, Sam places a calloused hand on your waist, squeezing softly when your nose rubs against his. 

His mouth falls open stupidly, eyes tightly held shut because he’s afraid if he opens them you’ll disappear and he’ll be passed out on the floor at home. He doesn’t know how long he’s been watching after you like he had earlier that day — a while now — but his gaze always seems to find you, same as the few good dreams he has nowadays. 

“I want you.”

“Shit,” Sam grumbles, slapping a hand over the back of your neck and crushing your lips to his. 

The clunk of your hat hitting the stable floor is like the starting shot of a frantic race of tongue and teeth. Sam scrambles to grab handfuls of whatever he can, pulling you closer by the belt loops of your jeans. Your hands curl around his shoulders and push his shirt off, as he pulls you up to straddle him. Sam’s hands shoves themselves down the back of your jeans, stuck between scratchy denim and the soft flesh of your ass. 

Your legs gets tangled with his along the bag of his thighs, the two of you stumbling around for balance. It’s found, of course, in the hay.

Sam’s never felt so desperate, so starved for touch that even with you in his arms it’s not enough. He craves more, wants more of you all the time. He wants you as a coworker, a friend, a lover. 

Everything you have to offer, he’ll take. 

On his back and staring up at you with pathetic, lovesick eyes, Sam blindly tugs off his shirt, distracted by the smooth expanse of skin you reveal to him in your own undressing. He leans forward to press kisses against the cups of your bra, palming at the flesh of your torso and along the ridges of your back, eyes black with hungry want. 

Something whiny joins the harsh breathing that fills the quiet barn and it takes a second for Sam to realize that it had come from him. You slanted your hips over his, slowly rutting the rough fronts of your jeans against each other and Sam can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by his soft moans. 

“You can’t help it, huh?” you murmur against his lips, rocking back and forth over his groin, “My Cowboy, always watching me with those pretty brown eyes.”

Sam chokes out a wrecked moan, desperately gripping your biceps as you create a burning friction between you, weight bearing down on his hard dick. You’re riding him for all he’s worth and christ, he thinks he might just die. 

“So soft for me, right? Even when I’m being mean...”

He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, your sweet tongue in his mouth maybe, but Sam has never been so utterly helpless. He doesn’t rightly know what to do with you, if there even is anything he can do. 

One particular roll of your hips has him quivering beneath you, reaching up to bring you down to his lips in a searing kiss. The grind has him seeing stars, crushing your shoulders in his hands as he fights back the rumbling burn in the base of his torso. Sam curses and you tut him, biting into his shoulder with a teasing smile, humming in appreciation as he stuffs his hands into the back pocket of your jeans and urges you on faster. 

Forward and back, a familiar rocking motion that he’s watched intently anytime the two of you ride out together, Sam’s a moaning mess. You drag your hot crotch against his again and again, he can hardly do anything but pant into your mouth as it presses little affectionate kisses.

“Please...” he begs.

You smile down at him, running your hands under his chin and pinching softly. He loves that smile, real soft and teasing, and just for him. Does whatever he can to draw that smile out. 

And then it’s a full out gallop, fast and hard down on his throbbing jean-covered cock and it’s too late before Sam realizes what’s about to happen. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” he struggles to stop you, hands futile in their attempts to halt your hips. You don’t stop and the knowing glint in your eyes tells him you know exactly what it is you’re doing. It’s building, burning in his gut, thick thighs tensed, chasing after it in acquiescence. 

Sam comes with a shout, painting the crotch of his jeans dark and wet with cum. He lays an arm over his eyes, practically hyperventilating as you ease him down with a few slow rolls over him. 

“I-” Sam doesn’t know what to say. Is there anything to say? He’s embarrassed and in awe of himself, of you. “I promise that’s never happened before.”

“You’re somethin’ Sam Wilson,” there’s a laugh in your voice, but Sam doesn’t feel like it’s at him and what he views as his failings. You pat his still heaving chest with a satisfied smile, the thumb of your other hand tapping lightly over his plump bottom lip. 

Sam grins, relieved that you’re still you. Understanding where it counts and a real fucking ball buster. Literally. 

“Not that I don’t love a good roll in the hay as much as the next guy... but, let’s do dinner before next time?” He’s a bit shy in his asking, focused on where his thumb traces the skin you your thigh still splayed out over his. 

You smile and nod, biting your lip and Sam’s a goner if it wasn’t already abundantly clear, “Gotta make it up to me somehow.”

Sam groans and throws you off of him, dipping you into a pile of hay he’s glad you disappear in. 

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 11

A/N: Hi all! Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I had massive shoulder surgery a couple weeks ago but everything is doing much better now. To my amazing co-writer, tumblr-wifey and bestie-lifepartner, Love ya babes. Thank you all for your patience. --Bethany 

Chapter 11: Adam

           The ringing of the phone startled me awake. I grunted and looked toward Allie, still asleep. I quietly slid of the bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and raced to the kitchenette.

           “Hello?” I asked, trying to avoid waking the woman currently snuggled into my pillow.

           “Good afternoon Mr. Page,” said the voice on the other end. It took a moment to place—Marco the amazing, miracle working concierge. “ I do hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was looking through the dinner reservations and noticed you and Mr. Omega didn't have any plans for tonight. It seems Ms. Mason and Ms. Keene don’t have them either.”

           Damn it, Kenny, I groaned silently. “Um, yeah, Ken was supposed to set something up.” For a split second, I wondered what my buddy and Leigh were up to. Then I realized I didn’t want to know. “I guess they went to the beach. Do we have many options?”

           “If I might make a suggestion?”

           I leaned against the counter and watched Allie turn over in bed. “You haven’t failed us yet, Marco.”

           “Thank you, sir.” He sounded genuinely pleased by the confidence. “There is a sandbar out in the bay. We could set up a table or two if you would like. Torches and string lights all around at sunset. Personal chef to cook tableside and make drinks, and a small boat to get you there and back.”

           I thought fast as he talked. Jesus, I swore, this place really is all-inclusive.

           “Sources also indicate that there is a meteor shower tonight. With such a clear sky, it might set the appropriate mood,” Marco offered.

           This guy is a damn genius. “Marco, you are the man! That sounds amazing. Sign us up. When and where?”

           “A boat will be by to pick you up from the swim dock of the ladies’ bungalow at seven thirty,” Marco said, seemingly pretty proud of himself. “As for the menu, may I recommend steak and lobster tail? It’s a personal favorite. We can pair that with a wine and have Bananas Foster cheesecake for dessert?”

           My stomach growled at the thought. “Yes to all except the wine. Kenny doesn't drink, so Diet Coke for him. Give me the same, but with some Jack Daniels. The ladies have been drinking Cranberry Malibus with Redbull. They seem to like those.'' I could hear Marco typing in the background. This man was definitely a godsend. “Might as well throw some water in there too.”

           “Absolutely, Mr. Page. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?” Marco queried.

           “Nah, Marco you're the man. You have no idea how much we appreciate you,” I replied, genuinely thankful. “Have a great evening.”

           “No problem, Mr. Page. For attire this evening, might I suggest linen shorts with a button up shirt? Have a wonderful dinner tonight, sir.”

           As we disconnected, I heard a soft snore coming from the bed. Allie lay curled on her stomach with one hand reaching toward my side of the bed. My eyes roamed. Her blonde hair covered the pillow and the sheet just barely covered her ass.

           There is just something about that girl that I can't put my finger on. For some reason, she reminded me of wild horses and thunderstorms.

           Quietly, I climbed back into bed and slowly wrapped Allie in my arms. “Hey, Mango,” I whispered softly into her hair. “I could spend all day in bed with you, but it’s four thirty. And we’ve got dinner reservations at seven-thirty. Boat’s picking us up from your swim dock.”

           She hummed and snuggled closer. Her hand reached for mine, tucking it more tightly around her. My thumb stroked the bottom of her breast innocently.

           “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” I murmured. My lips skimmed the line of her shoulder.

           “Well, Cowboy,” Allie replied in that sweet little sleepy voice of hers, “what if I wanna just stay in bed all day with you?”

           “Trust me, you don't want to miss this, darlin’.” I replied. My nose slid along the back of her neck and I breathed in the scent of her skin.

           “Okay then,” she mumbled, stirring slightly. “I better get up and get dressed, huh?”

           Before I could respond, the door of the bungalow slammed open. “Yo, Hanger!” Kenny yelled as he walked through our shared space.

           Allie jumped out of bed like she had been struck by lightning. It was a beautiful thing to watch as she snatched up her clothes and high tailed it straight to the bathroom. I could hear her cussing as she quickly got dressed and walked out a moment later, looking innocently guilty.

           Kenny appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Leigh was right behind him, standing at his shoulder with a sun kissed glow around her. Allie’s face turned beet red as her eyes met Leigh’s. The other woman gave Allie a questioning glance, brow raised. It was a mixture of making sure she was ok and… approval. Maybe even a little proud. The smile that crossed Allie’s face could light up the world.

           “Oh shit, I'm sorry guys,” Kenny said apologetically. “Didn't mean to interrupt anything.”

           “Nah, you're good, Kenny. We were just talking.” God, I hope he doesn't look at the bed. I tried not to look at the bed. Memories of the afternoon spun in my mind. Jesus Christ.

           Allie walked up to me, a gleam in her hazel eyes. “We’re gonna go get ready for dinner. See you on the dock at seven thirty?”

           “Absolutely, baby girl. And I promise… no gym shorts.” I gave her the most dashing smile I could manage. Damn she is way too beautiful.

           Allie smiled and walked toward Leigh, who could not stop grinning back. They looked at one another as if they were having a silent conversation. I swore that the two of them had a true mental connection. They practically shared a brain in the best way. I winked at them before Kenny walked the girls out. Once they were out of sight, I grabbed my shower bag and walked to the bathroom.

           “Adam? You good buddy?” Kenny asked. “You seem a little… I don't know… flustered?”

           “Yeah man, I’m good. I think.” I let out a heavy sigh and looked at my friend. My back hit the door frame. “Man, there is just something about Allie. I can't describe it.”

           “Yeah. I get that. Leigh is amazing, too. She is smart and funny. And, dude, her smile? I can't think straight.” Kenny’s voice was wistful, and he had this fuzzy look in his eyes. A minute later, he gasped. “Fuck! I forgot dinner.”

           I laughed out loud. “Yeah, asshole, you did. Marco called about it. Woke me up. Seemed to think we’d given up on the girls.” I shook my head, tsking. I was laying the guilt trip on thick. “But don't worry. That man is a damn genius. We’re having dinner on a sandbar in the bay with a personal chef and bartender. And a meteor shower tonight too.”

           Kenny relaxed. That fuzzy look came back.

           I grinned. “We’re meeting the boat at seven thirty at the girls’ swim dock.”

           “Remind me to tip him very well. That's amazing.” Kenny stood there, gob smacked for a moment. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was up to something.

           “Okay, Ken, I'm getting a shower. Marco said to look nice for dinner.” With that, I left Kenny still dumbfounded in the living area.

           Walking to the bathroom, the thoughts of the afternoon swirling through my head. I stood in the shower with my thoughts fixed on the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I could see her just like she was standing in front of me. I closed my eyes and pulled back the memories of the afternoon. The way her long blonde hair framed her face while she slept. The way she looked with her eyes closed tight in the throes of passion. The way her body reacted to my touch. The sounds she made when she came.

           My cock began to stiffen with the thoughts of Allie running through my head. I tried to ignore the impulse. But, as I washed my hair, I imagined her fingers running through it, gently pulling it. Fuck. I wasn’t sure I could get any harder. What was this woman doing to me?

           I tried to pull my thoughts away from the beautiful blonde who had lassoed me. But I couldn’t. I gave in to the thoughts of her. My blood boiled with want and need. I wrapped my fingers around my cock. It throbbed in my hand as I stroked it slowly, thinking about Allie’s body and her smile. I bit my lip as the need grew. I could feel the release coming, slowly building.

           Thoughts of her flashed through my head. The way she smiled when she thought no one was watching. The way her face glowed in the sunlight and the adorable way her freckles decorated her shoulders. My grip tightened, moved faster. The last stroke took my breath away. Despite myself, a loud growl escaped my chest.

           My heart pounded in my chest. God, I want her again. Now!

           Still winded, I got out of the shower and dried off. Thoughts of Allie hovered in the corner of my thoughts. Putting on gym shorts, I tried to distract myself. I went to find Kenny.

           “Hey, Cleaner? Where ya at?" I yelled through the villa.

           “Out here, Hangman,” he yelled from the deck. I stepped outside to see him standing on one foot, both hands pressed together above his head. “Yoga. So, buddy, how was your afternoon?”

           I stared at him. I really hoped I had my don’t fuck with me face on.

           “Couldn't help but hear that you sounded a little… I don't know… frustrated in the shower.” Kenny smirked. There was a sly look on his face. Like he knew the truth.

           “Man, come on, we took a nap." He didn't need to know any details. "Shit. At least I ain't afraid to be alone with her. Kota did a number on you, didn’t he?”

           He put his foot down and propped his hands on his hips. His face contorted. The offended Kenny face killed me every time. We both busted out laughing. But we both kind of knew it was true. Kota Ibushi was a big deal in Kenny’s life, and the loss of that relationship had really fucked him up. Plus, he hadn't been with a girl in a while and Ken was pretty shy. I got the feeling that Leigh was almost exactly the same. They really related to each other well. Hell, they were perfect for each other.

           Just like me and Mango.

           I balanced on the rail and filled him in on the details of dinner. Out of nowhere, the calm of paradise was split by screams of laughter coming from next door.

           “They sure are special, aren't they?” Kenny asked. It sounded almost as if he was just thinking out loud.

           “Yeah, they are,” I agreed with a huge smile on my face. “Come on man, we gotta bring our A-game tonight.”

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Wallace Fitzgerald Beery (April 1, 1885 – April 15, 1949) was an American film and stage actor. He is best known for his portrayal of Bill in Min and Bill (1930) opposite Marie Dressler, as Long John Silver in Treasure Island (1934), as Pancho Villa in Viva Villa! (1934), and his titular role in The Champ (1931), for which he won the Academy Award for Best Actor. Beery appeared in some 250 films during a 36-year career. His contract with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer stipulated in 1932 that he would be paid $1 more than any other contract player at the studio. This made Beery the highest-paid film actor in the world during the early 1930s. He was the brother of actor Noah Beery Sr. and uncle of actor Noah Beery Jr.

For his contributions to the film industry, Beery was posthumously inducted into the Hollywood Walk of Fame with a motion pictures star in 1960. His star is located at 7001 Hollywood Boulevard.

Beery was born the youngest of three boys in 1885 in Clay County, Missouri, near Smithville. The Beery family left the farm in the 1890s and moved to nearby Kansas City, Missouri, where the father was a police officer. He may have had an older sister based on a suspected recent found Victorian photo of a boy who strongly resembles Beery and an older girl.

Beery attended the Chase School in Kansas City and took piano lessons as well, but showed little love for academic matters. He ran away from home twice, the first time returning after a short time, quitting school and working in the Kansas City train yards as an engine wiper. Beery ran away from home a second time at age 16, and joined the Ringling Brothers Circus as an assistant elephant trainer. He left two years later, after being clawed by a leopard.

Wallace Beery joined his older brother Noah in New York City in 1904, finding work in comic opera as a baritone and began to appear on Broadway as well as summer stock theatre. He appeared in The Belle of the West in 1905. His most notable early role came in 1907 when he starred in The Yankee Tourist to good reviews.

In 1913, he moved to Chicago to work for Essanay Studios. His first movie was likely a comedy short, His Athletic Wife (1913).

Beery was then cast as Sweedie, a Swedish maid character he played in drag in a series of short comedy films from 1914–16. Sweedie Learns to Swim (1914) co-starred Ben Turpin. Sweedie Goes to College (1915) starred Gloria Swanson, whom Beery married the following year.

Other Beery films (mostly shorts) from this period included In and Out (1914), The Ups and Downs (1914), Cheering a Husband (1914), Madame Double X (1914), Ain't It the Truth (1915), Two Hearts That Beat as Ten (1915), and The Fable of the Roistering Blades (1915).

The Slim Princess (1915), with Francis X. Bushman, was one of the earliest feature-length films. Beery also did The Broken Pledge (1915) and A Dash of Courage (1916), both with Swanson.

Beery was a German soldier in The Little American (1917) with Mary Pickford, directed by Cecil B. De Mille. He did some comedies for Mack Sennett, Maggie's First False Step (1917) and Teddy at the Throttle (1917), but he would gradually leave that genre and specialize in portrayals of villains prior to becoming a major leading man during the sound era.

In 1917 Beery portrayed Pancho Villa in Patria at a time when Villa was still active in Mexico. (Beery reprised the role 17 years later in Viva Villa!.)

Beery was a villainous German in The Unpardonable Sin (1919) with Blanche Sweet. For Paramount he did The Love Burglar (1919) with Wallace Reid; Victory (1919), with Jack Holt; Behind the Door (1919), as another villainous German; and The Life Line (1919) with Holt.

Beery was the villain in five major releases in 1920: 813; The Virgin of Stamboul for director Tod Browning; The Mollycoddle with Douglas Fairbanks, in which Fairbanks and Beery fistfought as they tumbled down a steep mountain (see the photograph in the gallery below); and in the non-comedic Western The Round-Up starring Roscoe Arbuckle as an obese cowboy in a well-received serious film with the tagline "Nobody loves a fat man." Beery continued his villainy cycle that year with The Last of the Mohicans, playing Magua.

Beery had a supporting part in The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (1920) with Rudolph Valentino. He was a villainous Tong leader in A Tale of Two Worlds (1921) and was the bad guy again in Sleeping Acres (1922), Wild Honey (1922), and I Am the Law (1922), which also featured his brother Noah Beery Sr.

Beery had a large then-rare heroic part as King Richard I (Richard the Lion-Hearted) in Robin Hood (1922), starring Douglas Fairbanks as Robin Hood. The lavish movie was a huge success and spawned a sequel the following year starring Beery in the title role of Richard the Lion-Hearted.

Beery had an important unbilled cameo as "the Ape-Man" in A Blind Bargain (1922) starring Lon Chaney (Beery is seen crouching, in full ape-man make-up, in the background of some of the movie's posters), and a supporting role in The Flame of Life (1923). He played another historical king, King Philip IV of Spain in The Spanish Dancer (1923) with Pola Negri.

Beery starred in an action melodrama, Stormswept (1923) for FBO Films alongside his elder brother, Noah Beery Sr.. The tagline on the movie's posters was "Wallace and Noah Beery – The Two Greatest Character Actors on the American Screen."

Beery played his third royal, the Duc de Tours, in Ashes of Vengeance (1923) with Norma Talmadge, then did Drifting (1923) with Priscilla Dean for director Browning.

Beery had the titular role in Bavu (1923), about Bolsheviks and the Russian Revolution. He co-starred with Buster Keaton in the comedy Three Ages (1923), the first feature Keaton wrote, produced, directed and starred in.

Beery was a villain in The Eternal Struggle (1923), a Mountie drama, produced by Louis B. Mayer, who would eventually become crucial to Beery's career. He was reunited with Dean and Browning in White Tiger (1923), then played the title role in the aforementioned Richard the Lion-Hearted (1923), a sequel to Robin Hood based on Sir Walter Scott's The Talisman.

Beery was in The Drums of Jeopardy (1923) and had a supporting role in The Sea Hawk (1924) for director Frank Lloyd. He also appeared in a supporting role for Clarence Brown's The Signal Tower (1925) starring Virginia Valli and Rockliffe Fellowes.

Beery signed a contract with Paramount Pictures. He had a support role in Adventure (1925) directed by Victor Fleming.

At First National, he was given the star role of Professor Challenger in Arthur Conan Doyle's dinosaur epic The Lost World (1925), arguably his silent performance most frequently screened in the modern era. Beery was top billed in Paramount's The Devil's Cargo (1925) for Victor Fleming, and supported in The Night Club (1925), The Pony Express (1925) for James Cruze, and The Wanderer (1925) for Raoul Walsh.

Beery starred in a comedy with Raymond Hatton, Behind the Front (1926) and he was a villain in Volcano! (1926). He was a bos'n in Old Ironsides (1926) for director James Cruze, with Charles Farrell in the romantic lead.

Beery had the title role in the baseball movie Casey at the Bat (1927). He was reunited with Hatton in Fireman, Save My Child (1927) and Now We're in the Air (1927). The latter also featured Louise Brooks who was Beery's co star in Beggars of Life (1928), directed by William Wellman, which was Paramount's first part-talkie movie.

There was a fourth comedy with Hatton, Wife Savers (1929), then Beery starred in Chinatown Nights (1929) for Wellman, produced by a young David O. Selznick. This film was shot silent with the voices dubbed in by the actors afterward, which worked spectacularly well with Beery's resonant voice, although the technique was not used again during the silent era for another full-length feature. Beery then played in Stairs of Sand (1929), a Western also starring Jean Arthur (who would play the leading lady in the Western film Shane twenty-four years later) before being fired by Paramount.

Irving Thalberg signed Beery to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer as a character actor. The association began well when Beery played the savage convict "Butch", a role originally intended for Lon Chaney Sr. (who died that same year), in the highly successful 1930 prison film The Big House, directed by George W. Hill; Beery was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor.

Beery's second film for MGM was also a huge success: Billy the Kid (1930), an early widescreen picture in which he played Pat Garrett. He supported John Gilbert in Way for a Sailor (1930) and Grace Moore in A Lady's Morals (1930), portraying P. T. Barnum in the latter.

Beery was well established as a leading man and top rank character actor. What really made him one of the cinema's foremost stars was Min and Bill (1930) opposite Marie Dressler and directed by George W. Hill, a sensational success.

Beery made a third film with Hill, The Secret Six (1931), a gangster movie with Jean Harlow and Clark Gable in key supporting roles. The picture was popular but was surpassed at the box office by The Champ, which Beery made with Jackie Cooper for director King Vidor. The film, especially written for Beery, was another box office sensation. Beery shared the Best Actor Oscar with Fredric March. Though March received one vote more than Beery, Academy rules at the time—since rescinded—defined results within one vote of each other as "ties".[8]

Beery's career went from strength to strength. Hell Divers (1932), a naval airplane epic also starring a young Clark Gable billed under Beery, was a big hit. So too was the all-star Grand Hotel (1932), in which Beery was billed fourth, under Greta Garbo, John Barrymore, and Joan Crawford, one of the very few times he would not be top billed for the rest of his career. In 1932 his contract with MGM stipulated that he be paid a dollar more than any other contract player at the studio, making him the world's highest-paid actor.

Beery was a German wrestler in Flesh (1932), a hit directed by John Ford but Ford removed his directorial credit before the film opened, so the picture screened with no director listed despite being labeled "A John Ford Production" in the opening title card. Next Beery was in another all-star ensemble blockbuster, Dinner at Eight (1933), with Jean Harlow holding her own as Beery's comically bickering wife. This time Beery was billed third, under Marie Dressler and John Barrymore.

Beery was loaned out to the new Twentieth Century Pictures for the boisterously fast-paced comedy/drama The Bowery (1933), also starring George Raft, Jackie Cooper and Fay Wray, and featuring Pert Kelton, under the direction of Raoul Walsh. The picture was a smash hit.

Back at MGM he played the title role of Pancho Villa in Viva Villa! (1933) and was reunited with Dressler in Tugboat Annie (1933), a massive hit. He was Long John Silver in Treasure Island (1934), described as a box office "disappointment"[9] despite being MGM's third largest hit of the season, and remains currently viewed as featuring one of Beery's iconic performances.

Beery returned to Twentieth Century Productions for The Mighty Barnum (1934) in which he played P. T. Barnum again. Back at MGM he was a kindly sergeant in West Point of the Air (1935) and was in an all-star spectacular, China Seas (1935), this time billed beneath Clark Gable.

O'Shaughnessy's Boy (1935) reunited Beery and Jackie Cooper. He had the lead as the drunken uncle in MGM's adaptation of Ah, Wilderness! (1936) and went back to Twentieth Century – now 20th Century Fox – for A Message to Garcia (1936).

At MGM he was in Old Hutch (1936) and The Good Old Soak (1937) then he was back at Fox for Slave Ship (1937), taking second billing under Warner Baxter, a rarity for Beery after Min and Bill catapulted his career into the stratosphere in 1931, during which he received top billing in all but six films (Min and Bill, Grand Hotel, Tugboat Annie, Dinner at Eight, China Seas and Slave Ship).

The status of Beery's films went into a decline, possibly due to a scandal in which Beery was implicated in the death of Ted Healy in 1937, which was apparently kept out of the newspapers by the studio's "fixer" Eddie Mannix, who eventually became head of MGM. After an abrupt European vacation, Beery was in The Bad Man of Brimstone (1938) with Dennis O'Keefe (and Noah Beery Sr. in a cameo role as a bartender), Port of Seven Seas (1938) with Maureen O'Sullivan, Stablemates (1938) with Mickey Rooney, Stand Up and Fight (1939) with Robert Taylor, Sergeant Madden (1939) with Tom Brown, Thunder Afloat (1939) with Chester Morris, The Man from Dakota (1940) with Dolores del Río, and 20 Mule Team (1940) with Marjorie Rambeau, Anne Baxter and Noah Beery Jr., enjoying top billing in all of them.

Wyoming (1940) teamed Beery with Marjorie Main. After The Bad Man (1941), which also stars Lionel Barrymore and future US president Ronald Reagan, and was the remake of a Walter Huston picture, MGM reunited Beery and Main in Barnacle Bill (1941), The Bugle Sounds (1941), and Jackass Mail (1942).

Beery did a war film, Salute to the Marines (1943) then was back with Main in Rationing (1944). Barbary Coast Gent (1944), a broad Western comedy in which Beery played a bombastic con man, teamed him with Binnie Barnes. He did another war film, This Man's Navy (1945), then made another Western with Main, Bad Bascomb (1946), a huge hit, helped by Margaret O'Brien's casting.

The Mighty McGurk (1947) put Beery with another child star of the studio, Dean Stockwell. Alias a Gentleman (1947) was the first of Beery's movies to lose money during the sound era. Beery received top billing for A Date with Judy (1949), a hugely popular musical featuring Elizabeth Taylor. Beery's last film, again featuring Main, Big Jack (1949), also lost money according to Mannix's reckoning.

On March 27, 1916, at the age of 30, Beery married 17-year-old actress Gloria Swanson in Los Angeles. The two had co-starred in Sweedie Goes to College. Although Beery had enjoyed popularity with his Sweedie shorts, his career had taken a dip, and during the marriage to Swanson, he relied on her as a breadwinner. According to Swanson's autobiography, Beery raped her on their wedding night, and later tricked her into swallowing an abortifacient when she was pregnant, which caused her to lose their child. Swanson filed for divorce in 1917 and it was finalized in 1918.

On August 4, 1924, Beery married actress Rita Gilman (Mary Areta Gilman; 1898–1986) in Los Angeles. The couple adopted Carol Ann Priester (1930–2013), daughter of Rita Beery's mother's half-sister, Juanita Priester (née Caplinger; 1899–1931) and her husband, Erwin William Priester (1897–1969). After 14 years of marriage, Rita filed for divorce on May 1, 1939, in Carson City, Ormsby County, Nevada. Within 20 minutes of filing, she won the decree. Rita remarried 15 days later, on May 16, 1939, to Jessen Albert D. Foyt (1907–1945), filing her marriage license with the same county clerk in Carson City.

n December 1937, comedic actor Ted Healy was involved in a drunken altercation at Cafe Trocadero on the Sunset Strip. E. J. Fleming, in his 2005 book, The Fixers: Eddie Mannix, Howard Strickling and the MGM Publicity Machine, asserts that Healy was attacked by three men:

Future James Bond producer Albert "Cubby" Broccoli

Local mob figure Pat DiCicco (who was Broccoli's cousin as well as the former husband of Thelma Todd and the future husband of Gloria Vanderbilt)

Wallace Beery

Fleming writes that this beating led to Healy's death a few days later.

Around December 1939, Beery, recently divorced, adopted a seven-month-old girl, Phyllis Ann Beery. Phyllis appeared in MGM publicity photos when adopted, but was never mentioned again. Beery told the press he had taken the girl in from a single mother, recently divorced, but he had filed no official adoption papers.

Beery was considered misanthropic and difficult to work with by many of his colleagues. Mickey Rooney, one of Beery's few co-stars to consistently speak highly of him in subsequent decades, related in his autobiography that Howard Strickling, MGM's head of publicity, once went to Louis B. Mayer to complain that Beery was stealing props from the studio's sets. "And that wasn't all", Rooney continued. "He went on for some minutes about the trouble that Beery was always causing him ... Mayer sighed and said, 'Yes, Howard, Beery's a son of a bitch. But he's our son of a bitch.' Strickling got the point. A family has to be tolerant of its black sheep, particularly if they brought a lot of money into the family fold, which Beery certainly did."

Child actors, in particular, recalled unpleasant encounters with Beery. Jackie Cooper, who made several films with him early in his career, called him "a big disappointment", and accused him of upstaging, and other attempts to undermine his performances, out of what Cooper presumed was jealousy. He recalled impulsively throwing his arms around Beery after one especially heartfelt scene, only to be gruffly pushed away. Child actress Margaret O'Brien claimed that she had to be protected by crew members from Beery's insistence on constantly pinching her.

In his memoir Rooney described Beery as "... a lovable, shambling kind of guy who never seemed to know that his shirttail belonged inside his pants, but always knew when a little kid actor needed a smile and a wink or a word of encouragement." He did concede that "not everyone loved [Beery] as much as I did." Beery, by contrast, described Rooney as a "brat", but a "fine actor". Future author Ray Bradbury recalled meeting Beery as a young boy on a Hollywood street and that his autograph request resulted in Beery cursing and spitting on him.

Beery owned and flew his own planes, one a Howard DGA-11. On April 15, 1933, he was commissioned a lieutenant commander in the United States Navy Reserve at NRAB Long Beach. One of his proudest achievements was catching the largest giant black sea bass in the world — 515 pounds (234 kg) — off Santa Catalina Island in 1916, a record that stood for 35 years.

A noteworthy episode in Beery's life is chronicled in the fifth episode of Ken Burns' documentary The National Parks: America's Best Idea: In 1943, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed an executive order creating Jackson Hole National Monument to protect the land adjoining the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. Local ranchers, outraged at the loss of grazing lands, compared FDR's action to Hitler's taking of Austria. Led by an aging Beery, they protested by herding 500 cattle across the monument lands without a permit.

On February 13, 1948, Gloria Schumm (aka Gloria Smith Beery, née Florence W. Smith; 1916–1989) filed a paternity suit against Beery. Beery, through his lawyer, Norman Ronald Tyre (1910–2002), initially offered $6,000 as a settlement, but denied being the father. Gloria had given birth on February 7, 1948, to Johan Richard Wallace Schumm. Gloria, in 1944, divorced Stuttgart-born Hollywood actor Hans Schumm (né Johann Josef Eugen Schumm; 1896–1990), but remarried him August 21, 1947, after realizing that she was pregnant. Prior to remarrying Hans Schumm, Gloria, on August 4, 1947, met with Beery at his home, where he gave her the name and address of a physician to submit an examination.[29] At or around that time, she also asked Beery to marry her to legitimatize the expected child (words), which Beery refused.

According to newspapers, Gloria claimed to have been intimate with Wallace Beery on or about May 1, 1947, at his home in Beverly Hills (in the court proceedings, however, she claimed to have been intimate with Beery on May 17, 1947). Beery conceded that he had known Gloria for about 15 years and that, under the pseudonym "Gloria Whitney", she had played bit roles in 6 films that he starred in. She again separated from Hans Schumm April 15, 1948.

Beery died of a heart attack on April 15, 1949 (14 months, 1 week, and 1 day after Johan Schumm's birth) — while the suit was pending. Beery had been reading a newspaper at his Beverly Hills home when he collapsed.[31] His body was interred at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California. The inscription on his grave reads, "No man is indispensable but some are irreplaceable."

Beery died intestate. In the paternity suit, Gloria Schumm's attorneys demanded $104,135 against Beery's $2,220,000 estate. In February 1952, Judge Newcomb Condee approved a $26,750 settlement from the estate. Gloria Schumm accepted the settlement, and Beery's paternity of Johan Schumm was not acknowledged.

When Mickey Rooney's father died less than a year later, Rooney arranged to have him buried next to his old friend. "I thought it was fitting that these two comedians should rest in peace, side by side", he wrote.

The paternity suit, and subsequent suits – including appeals – extended through about 1952 and were internationally publicized, particularly in gossip columns and tabloids. The litigation has endured as case law with, among other things, treatises addressing the rights of illegitimate offspring against legitimate heirs in races for inheritance.

The upshot was that Schumm's paternity suit against Beery's estate put would-be half-siblings and other would-be family legatees, including a would-be uncle, Noah Beery, Sr., in the position as de facto defendants. Phyllis Ann Riley was not named in Beery's will. Part of plaintiff's claim, initially, hinged on whether an oral agreement was binding. Gloria had claimed that Beery, while alive, agreed to provide for the child. However, on November 17, 1949, Judge William B. McKesson (1895–1967) threw out Gloria's claim. The judge reasoned that any oral agreement between the two, specifically any that was intended to provide for maintenance and care of a minor, was not binding because the amount allegedly agreed upon was in excess of $500, which must be made in writing.

Another matter in the case hinged on a "peppercorn" rule. That is, in order for any agreement, oral or written, between Wallace and Gloria to be binding, there must be consideration. The court, initially, found that Beery agreed to an oral contract where Gloria would (i) include the name "Wallace" in the child's name if a male, or "Wally" if a female, and (ii) refrain from filing a paternity suit that both agreed would damage Beery's "social and professional standing as a prominent motion picture star."

Generally, under California state law at the time, a father who neither marries the mother nor acknowledges paternity does not have a right to name the child. That right belongs to the mother. In exchange for Gloria's promise to name the child "Wallace" or "Wally" (the promise representing a form of consideration), Wallace Beery agreed to arrange for the payment of $100 per week to the child (as a third-party beneficiary under the contract), plus a lump sum of $25,000 to the child when he or she attained age 21, in addition to the customary obligation to pay for the "maintenance, support and education according to the station in life and standard of living of Wallace Beery."

For his contributions to the film industry, Wallace Beery posthumously received a motion pictures star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1960. His star is located at 7001 Hollywood Boulevard.

Beery is mentioned in the film Barton Fink, in which the lead character has been hired to write a wrestling screenplay to star Beery.

In the 1968 comedy "The Projectionist" actor and comedian Chuck McCann impersonates Beery quoting a line from "Min and Bill"

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yuletide 2020

dear yuletide writer,

hello and happy yuletide! i’m pretty sure my letters get longer and longer every year and yet i’m still terrible at putting what i like into words. just know that the prompts are just suggestions--if you’ve got something else in mind, go for it. and sorry this is so disjointed.

likes:

dysfunctional relationships eg. codependency, messed up father/son dynamics, enemies to lovers, power imbalances.

vulnerability in men, uncertain intimacy.

UST, slow burn, first times.

magical realism/cosmic horror. weird hints of it in an otherwise normal universe.

redemption arcs.

found family.

big loyalty kink. love it when trust is earned and kept.

praise kink.

open and honest communication between partners.

polyamory. it’s the journey of them getting together and making it work that interests me the most. or how a couple goes about bringing in a third person.

stories set in canon. or a divergence of canon. fix-it fics.

dark/bleak fics. don’t be afraid to drag characters through the mud. happy endings are welcome but i like the struggle.

i’m fine with anything from gen to porn but would be happiest with something in the middle.

canon typical violence is fine and to be expected from some of my choices.

characters and their relationships are more important than plot for me.

dislikes:

AUs that are completely disconnected from canon e.g. high school, coffee shop AUs.

established relationships

crossovers

genderbending

feminisation of male characters

fics that are entirely fluff

A/B/O fics

PWP

mpreg 

first person fics (i have no problem with second person fics tho if you think that could work.)

The Departed (2006) *Billy Costigan                    *Sean Dignam

one of my favourite films ever. i request it every year so you can't really go wrong with this as i'm just thirsty for anything.

most of my love is for dignam and his tough love attitude towards his job and the undercovers he's responsible for. i am endlessly endeared by his wild card quality, expletive fueled speech and hair trigger temperament. the father/son relationship with queenan that’s contrasted against billy’s father/son relationship with queenan. his complete disregard for everyone else in that office, especially sullivan. and how despite all of that, it's obvious that he cares. i don't think you could do a job like that and not care, and it’s those few and rare moments where we see him soften around billy --we need you, pal-- that's what i would like to see more of. that juxtaposition of good cop/bad cop coming from the same guy. shipping fic is preferred but whatever you are comfortable with is fine. due to the nature of the film i am perfectly comfortable with violence and the screwed up relationship they are bound to have. the friction born of the situation vs the fact that they need each other to get through this is what i am all about.

things that really get me with these two: codependency, power imbalances, the enemies to lovers trope, vulnerability, the whole constructing intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men thing they have going on, as seen in the gif above.

fics where billy survives are my usual go-to. i'd love something that explores the angst of billy's ‘where the hell were you when i needed you’ reaction towards dignam following queenan’s death all the way up to the ending, and beyond that assuming billy lives.

i’ve spent far too much time thinking about the line --why don’t we just meet up, sweetheart, let me buy you an ice cream. the jokey seriousness of it just kills me. if you can somehow write that happening in a believable, in character fic you would earn my eternal respect. whether that’s a clandestine meeting during billy’s undercover period or some kind of post-film scenario where dignam makes good on his promises, i have no idea.

daemon au - very curious how this would impact going undercover. daemons expressing feelings that the characters otherwise can’t. the intimacy of touching/comforting each other’s daemons.

soulmate au - either having their names on each other or their first words. this is admittedly a longshot but interests me for the same reason the daemon au does, because i’d love to see how this would work in a universe where you’re undercover.

time loop/groundhog day fic where things go better. or worse, i guess.

Godless (TV 2017)

*Roy Goode              *Bill McNue               *Alice Fletcher

i’m a massive fan of westerns. the harsh way of life, the violence, the isolation, drawn out revenge plots, the murkiness of good vs evil or sheriff vs anti-hero, the importance of honour and heroism and how that differs for men and women, especially in this universe and its town full of widows. having said all that, i’m still very much a sucker for cool cowboys in a shallow female way.

my favourite thing to do is turn every love triangle into an ot3. so i’d love a fic post canon where roy comes back once he realises his found family is just as important as his real family. i imagine bill would try to do the gentlemanly thing of bowing out and letting roy and alice be together but i’d love for alice to have the agency of choice, getting to have her cake and eating it too by choosing both roy and bill. however you jigsaw them together my main thing here is that i don’t want bill to get left out.

i feel the roy/bill aspect in particular could be explored a lot more. i love the earned mutual respect and how easily they move around each other during the gunfight at the end. (bill’s deteriorating eyesight side plot fascinates me, how it goes with his loss of purpose and comes back when teaming up with roy to defend the town.) the usual ideas of western masculinity get all twisted around when roy and bill are in the presence of alice and they both seem kind of subby towards her, which yes please. the way alice kisses the scar she gave roy and the fact that he simply lets her is *chef kiss*

i’m actually very okay with letting them be soft with each other after all of their tragedy.

honest communication between partners could work wonders here.

Locke (2013)

*Ivan Locke                            *Donal

i honestly think this film is an underappreciated masterpiece. a hour and a half long car ride that's totally compelling, and it's all down to tom hardy and his welsh accent that's not even welsh. of all the relationships broken down, strengthened, or tentatively started, it's the one between ivan and donal that interests me the most. you're given just enough background to know there is a history between these two. whether donal is his right hand man on the project or is just an assistant that effectively gets promoted because he's the only one still there willing to take ivan's call. either way, there's trust there, on top of the shared knowledge of donal's capacity to get drunk on the job --this has clearly been a problem before-- but ivan still trusts him enough to get his baby of a building built when he can't be there personally, and that fascinates me.

the film ends very much in a lurch and i can't bring myself to see the ending in a positive light. a baby with a woman he doesn't particular like is not a recipe for a fresh start and i honestly can't see ivan not following up on the progress of his building.

i have this image of ivan sleeping on donal's couch because his wife won't take him back, bethan realises she just wants the baby and not him, he's lost his job and he has nowhere else to go and so he's just backseat driving this buildings construction through donal’s position. you've got this man who's lost everything and an alcoholic just wallowing together, maybe clinging to the idea that with this buildings success, they can fix themselves.

i also ship it and if you manage to take it in that direction i would be totally into that too. i guess i'm just looking for something post film with these two.

i don't know anything about concrete farming tho so feel free to fudge that as much as you need to.

The Boys (TV 2019)

*Billy Butcher                          *Homelander

what i like about this show is that it’s dark, it’s violent and the relationships between the characters are about as fucked up and convoluted as you can get. i am specifically interested in the relationship between billy and homelander and how the power is constantly shifting. i’d love something that just takes into account every horrible reason why they want to kill each but also all the reasons why they haven’t. ship fic is more than welcome.

details that interest me the most:

all the bizarre family dynamics - their shared bad relationships with their fathers. loved the scene where billy learns about homelander’s childhood and how that tiny humanising moment might affect his view of the man. especially in season 2 where we see them both interacting with ryan. love the inverse of homelander trying to be a good dad and billy wanting absolutely nothing to do with the kid. i wish we could have seen more of the dynamic immediately following the cliffhanger at the end of season 1. what happened between that moment and billy waking up somewhere else. maybe some kind of bizarre hostage situation family in this small suburban home.

i am fascinated by the idea of having the buffer of both becca and ryan between them. not being able to kill each other at the end of season 1 because of the deal becca made, and then again at the end of season 2 with homelander not wanting to be seen as a villain in front of ryan. maybe billy doesn’t ship ryan off at the end of season 2. maybe he thinks he can keep him safest by raising him himself and you get this weird co-dadding situation where the kid is the only thing keeping them from killing each other.

the public cleaning of the slate post-season 2 with billy not being a wanted man any more and homelander having to appear as a united front with the seven. would love something with billy pushing things in public because homelander can’t do anything about it.

homelander’s desperation to be loved. the potential of obsessive one sided relationships.

thank you writer and best of luck.

#yuletide #yuletide 2020