#there is nothing like seeing a scotsman in the scottish play

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David was announced as Macbeth five minutes ago, and already people are mentioning Michael. There’s just no keeping them even slightly apart...

#david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #macbeth #can't have one without the other #they are perfect together your honor #a friendship that's become something more #there is nothing like seeing a Scotsman in the Scottish Play #also Michael as Lady Macbeth is everything i never knew i needed #this is like that galaxy brain meme with Billie on one level and then Michael on the next #yes #ineffable lovers #discourse

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The Haunting of the Miller House

John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

a/n: for now, this is a oneshot, but could turn into a series depending on reception! this is a buzzfeed unsolved au, where soap is a paranormal investigator, and ghost is his demon companion. he's unaware he's a demon, of course! no warnings apply, besides a few minor descriptions of violence that comes with hauntings. read on ao3 !!

The video starts. Two men stand aside one another; one is shorter, though in reality stands at around 6”0. He has a mohawk and is dressed in relatively light clothes – a flannel shirt over a white, plain tee, and faded blue jeans. He’s wearing trainers and excitedly smiles at the camera. His companion stands impossibly tall, at 6”5, and is wearing a darker outfit then his friend. A beanie covers his head, black and plain, and the lower half of his face is covered by a plain black facemask. Despite it being late at night, he’s wearing sunglasses. A black hoodie with skeletal ribs around the right area on his stomach, black jeans, and combat boots finish his outfit off. In every way, he looks like his partner’s opposite.

“The Miller household was once a lovely house in a nice suburban area, bought by a young, budding couple, excited to start their new life together,” The smaller one begins to speak, his voice dramatic, clearly getting into telling a story. His accent is Scottish, though it isn’t too thick, at this moment. “As soon as they moved in, however, things began to seem out of place. A bump in the night, lights switching on and off, or a TV being on when they had definitely turned it off. Things came to a head, however, when they claimed to see a figure in the night-”

A scoff escapes the taller man. The smaller man shakes his head in amusement and continues.

“-One that continued to haunt them. Scratches, bruises, furniture being pushed around, and perhaps one of my favourite pieces of evidence to date.” A picture shows on the screen of a dark room. Outside the window appears to be a figure, peering at the window, though it's only the outline – there are no discernible features.

“Photoshop,” The tall man muses.

The Scotsman rolls his eyes, though his smile betrays his affection. “I’m John MacTavish – though you can call me Soap, and this is my ‘partner’,” Soap nudges his partner’s side, giving him an expectant look. The man in question blinks slowly at him before he seems to register what’s going on.

He huffs.

“I’m Simon Riley. Ghost.”

“A man of many words, aye?” A snicker escapes John, and it’s difficult to see Simon’s reaction – though his eyes crinkle slightly at the corners.

“Either way, I’m a wholehearted believer in ghosts. My partner is a skeptic. In this series, I tour some of my favourite haunted locations, whilst also trying to prove to him that ghosts are real!” Soap’s hands clasp together excitedly, and as an intro begins to play, the ironically named Ghost mumbles a few things about ‘photoshop’ and ‘hallucinations.

The intro gives some music, and some more information about the house, as it plays some shots of the house in the background. It looks like a generic house on the outside, though its inside clearly reflects its abandoned state – classic interior, fitting of the past. The Miller House is a hot spot for paranormal activity, apparently, thousands of believers from all over the world come to visit and come away firmly in belief of the paranormal.

The intro finishes with a flash of the title, before returning to the two partners. They stand inside the house, now – Ghost is forced to crouch to get through a doorway without hitting his head.

“This is the living room. Where the TVs used to turn on without anybody being there – the lights often switched off and on in this room, too,” Soap explains, looking around the room with trepidation in his features.

“Maybe the ghosts just wanted to watch TV. Did they think about that?” Ghost questions, his voice amused, even when his face betrays nothing but seriousness.

“Well, when paranormal activity occurs, there tend to be problems with electricity, so it might be that-”

“They definitely want to watch TV. All ghosts are from the medieval period, right? I’d want to watch TV without it killing me. Maybe the Simpsons. Maybe just the news.”

Soap does his best to seem annoyed with his words, his arms folding across his chest, but an amused laugh escapes him, nonetheless. It seems to put him at ease, more relaxed in the dark house, now. “It’s a nice living room,” He finally relents, grinning.

“Better than ours,”

“Our living room is lovely!”

“Remember the wine-”

Ghost is cut off by a glare from Soap. The look lingers, before the shot changes once more.

Now, they stand in front of the stairs, looking up at them. There are a few pieces of leftover decorations along the wall by the stairs, just a few paintings, but it’s nothing that daunting. It’s dark upstairs, and both men have different expressions on their features.

Ghost looks nonplussed. Even behind the mask, everything about his stance reads casual and calm. Soap, on the other hand, is staring upstairs like it might kill him, immediately.

“Maybe we could… put some lights on, eh?”

“No. Gotta prepare you for your solo run, MacTavish,” A hand is placed on his shoulder, and it’s difficult to see behind the mask, but Ghost is grinning at him. Soap huffs right back in response, before gesturing to the stares, “Ladies first!”

A chuckle escapes the man in hand, but he allows the other to hide behind him as he walks upstairs. When he reaches the top, followed by Soap, his eyes flit around the long hallway, before focusing on a single spot. His eyes narrow momentarily, catching even his companion’s attention.

“See somethin’?” More of Soap’s accent slips out when he’s nervous, apparently, anxiety intensifying thanks to the skeptic's sudden focus.

There’s a momentary silence as he simply continues glaring. The camera zooms in to where he appears to be looking, and there seems to be nothing but empty space.

“Nice painting,” that silence is suddenly broken, and the camera pulls back in time to see Soap’s eyes widen, then let out a laugh.

“Ye right scunner!” Soap exclaims between laughter, nudging his side in what seems to be a chide for scaring him. Once more, his accent thickens with his emotions – now with righteous indignation at being frightened by his partner. A knowing look in his eyes betrays that this isn’t the first time.

“English, MacTavish,”

“Och, fuck you,” Despite the seeming irritation in his words, he’s grinning fondly. The duo walks to the end of the hallway and step into a nearby room. It’s the bedroom, clearly.

“This is where Elizabeth Miller and Daniel Miller were sleeping peacefully one night before a loud crash woke them up,” Soap begins to explain, and he looks enthusiastic about this explanation. He looks around the room, gesturing wildly as he speaks.

This time, Ghost does not interrupt him. Instead, he watches, fondly.

“Both got up to inspect the crash, together, knowing that they’ve had a few incidents with the paranormal before, when Elizabeth sees a figure in the corner. Before she can warn her partner, the figure rushes forwards and sends her flying across the room. Daniel is sent the same way. They both rush out of the house, different items being flung at them – plates, glasses, even a book – before they make it out.”

“I’d love to fight a ghost, one day,” Simon interjects, seeming unable to resist.

Seeming typical of the two, John just stares at him for a moment, before forging on.

“They go to hospital, get treated for their injuries – some scratches, like deep claws, and Elizabeth broke a rib. Daniel made it away with only a sprained wrist and scratches. This room is considered the most haunted place in the house – different paranormal investigators have come here, and have claimed to hear voices, whispers, or the sensation of being touched.” His explanation finished, Soap looks around the room, as if expecting someone to jump out at them at any time.

“If any demons would like to… steal my heart, they’re more than welcome to,” Simon begins, walking around the room like he owns the place, “Hell, whilst you’re at it, why not steal Johnny’s heart? Just take it out. Maybe throw us across the room. Let’s fight. I can fight.”

“Don’t drag me into your shit, eejit!” Soap complains at him, backing away as if to form a physical barrier between them. “I like my heart where it is?”

“You’re no fun,” Simon sighs softly, as if truly forlorn, but his shoulders shake with quiet laughter.

Once more, the scene shifts, back to both being outside. Simon is wearing a helmet with a camera on it, able to catch his face without having to use his hands. There are walkie-talkies in both of their hands.

“Welcome to my least favourite part of the investigation – the solo investigation! This time, both me and Simon will work through every room in the house, trying to reach out to whatever ghosts – or demons! - inhabit the house, separately,”

“I look ridiculous,”

“You look… handsome?”

Ghost glares at Soap. The latter grins unrepentantly, before shooing him inside.

Once more, the camera shifts – this time, it’s a close-up of Ghost’s face as he walks through the house. It’s dark, and his eyes can be seen drifting around the room, looking the epitome of calm and relaxed, despite being in a supposed haunted hotspot. The video shifts between different clips of him taunting his namesake:

“Reckon I could take a ghost in a fight,”

“You want to scratch me up? Come on, then. Wait, that sounds…”

“What did the ghost say when it crashed the Halloween party? I’m here for the boos,”

At the last pun, the camera snaps back outside, to where Soap is sitting comfortably in his seat. “I bet he’s telling shitty jokes, the asshole,” fondness drips from his tone, “getting them all riled up for me, I’m tellin’ you! Next time, I’m goin’ in first. Then we’ll see who gets freaked out,”

The camera snaps back, just in time to see Ghost hit his head against the door he’s trying to walk through. He glares at the camera as if trying to inform every viewer not to say anything about it, before making his way upstairs.

His journey skips to the bedroom, once more, uneventful. The room is dark as he steps inside, and this time, he remembers to duck down to avoid hitting his head.

“This is where that picture Johnny likes was taken,” he muses, looking over at the window. Closer, he wanders, then uses his fingers to make the ‘I’m watching you’ sign as if there’s something he can see out the window. “Any demons want to use me as a vessel?” He asks, turning and lazily spinning around in the room as if to try and tempt them. There's amusement in his tone, lazy confidence, like he knows there’s nothing here, or, if there is, that it would never dare to touch him.

“Time’s up, Ghost,” Johnny calls through his walkie-talkie.

“See you next time, demons. Give Johnny a fright for me. He hates hearing footsteps in other rooms. Nothing more, though. Don’t want to give him a heart attack,” he muses, beginning the trek downstairs. There’s a tapping sound on the wall as he walks past, a tap, pause, then another tap. He walks on like he doesn’t notice a thing.

There’s a change in perspective as Ghost steps outside, so both are in view. Rather dramatically, Ghost staggers out of the house, staring at his partner with wide eyes.

“What?” Immediately, Soap is moving closer, concerned.

“They spoke to me,”

“What?” Soap looks frantic, terrified, and intrigued, all in one.

“I can hardly boo-lieve it,”

A groan escapes John. He gives Ghost a look like he killed his cat.

Ghost just looks proud of himself.

There’s a pregnant pause, before the camera switches, and Soap is the one in the house. His shoulders are drawn, tense, walking around the house. “C’mon, ghosts. Give me something. Wanna… tug on my shirt? I’ve got some nice arms; you want to touch them?” As his arms lift, showing off his biceps, footsteps ring out from upstairs.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Somehow, even in the night vision of the camera, it’s clear all the colour has left his face.

“That’s fine. Yeah, everything’s fine. Better than fine,” He continues his walk through the downstairs rooms, now in the living room, “I can walk around, too. See? Hear my feet?” His feet thud loudly against the floor.

There seems to be no response.

“Yeah! That’s what I fuckin’ thought! Ye bawbags, nothin’ but cowards!”

Perspective shifts and they’re outside for a moment. Ghost is standing with a walkie-talkie in his hands, seemingly mid-conversation with someone behind the camera, before indecipherable Scottish yelling is heard from the building. He seems to be taunting the ghosts.

“He’s yelling at them already? Thought he’d last longer,” Simon deadpans, staring at the camera for a few moments longer. It falls silent, apart from the sounds of John’s panicked yelling.

His eyes crinkle at the corners, indicating a smile, just as the perspective shifts back to Soap.

The man has made his way upstairs and is staring into the open bedroom door with fear in his eyes, but also some feral anger. That’s how he copes, it seems.

“This where you were stompin’ ‘round earlier? C’mon out!” He steps inside, looking around the room manically. “Show yourself! You wanna fight? I can fight! I can handle some scratches!”

Various threats of different levels are sent into the still room, yet this time, there’s no response, no footsteps.

Relief floods onto his face as the walkie-talkie crackles to life, and Ghost’s voice speaks up, “Your five minutes are up, now,”

“Coming!” Soap calls, and he rushes downstairs.

Three taps echo out from the bedroom just as he reaches the front door, and he’s rapidly closing it behind him to avoid dealing with that.

Once more, the camera shifts so they can get a proper view of the duo. Ghost walks over to help Soap out of his gear. “See many ghosts, MacTavish?”

“So many.” He grumbles.

Ghost snickers.

Once more, there’s a shift. John is now out of his gear, and Simon is standing with him, looking at the camera together.

“I think it’s fair to say it’s difficult to know what’s wrong with the Miller house,”

“Nothing. Bit old fashioned, though,” Simon hums.

“It’s spooky!” John insists.

Ghost chuckles.

“Well, whatever we believe, skeptic or not, there’s definitely a strange story that comes with the house,” Soap amends, shaking his head in fond amusement. “And I don’t think we found enough proof to swing it either way. So, for now, whether or not the Miller House is haunted remains… unsolved.”

Outro music begins to play, faint, at first, and it’s quiet enough to hear Ghost question ‘Is that a thing, now?’.

The video ends.

#im?? weirdly anxious abt posting this one #idk why but i dunno if i like it #but it fits my vision for it #ill just see how reception for it goes #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #paranormal investigator au #buzzfeed unsolved au

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Translation:

Sam Heughan: "A romantic comedy set in Madrid would be very passionate"

We went up to one of the most representative domes of the Madrid 'skyline' with the Scottish actor to talk about superpowers, time travel, Madrid and the characters in his life, such as Jamie Fraser from “Outlander” or the journalist from “ Love Again”, the romantic comedy that opens in theaters on May 12.

By Ana Pérez and Photography: Alfonso Ohnur / Styling: Jesús Cicero

04/19/2023

"A coffee and in five minutes we are ready. He's in a very good mood, by the way,” says Wendy, a cheerful and charming middle-aged Scottish woman who is featured as the hair and makeup manager in today's session, although we soon discover that she is much more than that. She belongs to the actor's circle of trust, so she goes down in advance to see that everything is in order. The Esquire team is already prepared in the spectacular 300 m 2 suite that the Four Seasons in Madrid has given us for the occasion. There are nerves, because it's not every day that you have a star like Sam Heughan on your hands(Galloway, Scotland, 1980) and everything has to go perfectly. While he goes down, the team from Sony Pictures and Movistar Plus+, the producer and distributor in Spain of Outlander , respectively (the series that has catapulted him to fame), review the outfits so that, once we start, everything goes smoothly.

Fendi trench coat, and Pedro del Hierro shirt and pants.

Finally Sam arrives at the suite. He is serious, but so charming that the nerves dissipate. Everything happens with astonishing agility under the watchful eye of Wendy, who reviews each shot with efficiency and alternates her suggestions (all of the most sound, really) with her enthusiasm for the work we're doing. There is nothing that this herculean Scotsman of almost two meters in height does not defend with solvency. He doesn't care about a modern Prada trench coat with green squares or an impeccable summer suit from Emporio Armani. Once the photo session was over we went to the suitepresidential, overlooking Calle Alcalá, where the interview will take place. “On my next trip I want to stay here!” She says, joking for the first time, as she crosses the threshold. We settle into some seats, facing each other, and I have to confess that when Sam Heughan gives you all his attention, he's intimidating. I perceive an obvious barrier of shyness, so I try to break through it and reach him through his characters.

Tell me, Sam, what is the first memory you have of being on stage?

I went to a very creative school, where the arts, music, theater were very encouraged... My first role was Bill Sikes, the drunken villain in Oliver Twist , in a school play. He hadn't acted before and he wasn't very good, but I vividly remember having a lot of fun on stage. Later, my first professional role was Romeo, in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet , already at acting school.

You became known to the general public with the Batman from the musical Batman Live . What was your favorite superhero as a child?

Batman , without a doubt, a very dark character who lost his parents very young. He dresses up as a bat, but in reality he is not a real superhero. He's just an ordinary human being, who has had privileged access to a lot of technology. And yet I think it's very interesting.

"Teleportation would make my life easier, because I would no longer have to travel continuously."

And if you could choose to have one superpower that you could use in real life, what would it be?

Perhaps teleportation, so he can travel wherever he wants. It would make my life easier, because I would no longer have to travel all the time. It would allow me to be anywhere in the world in a moment.

After Batman, Outlander and Jamie Fraser come into your life. What has this character meant to you?

Jamie has changed my life. Since I started playing it eight years ago, everything has completely changed. Until then, I was a normal actor; you know, towards theater, television... But Jamie really changed my world, he's given me a lot of opportunities, I've been able to create my own projects, write, produce... He's an incredible character that I've been growing up with, living with many experiences, I have grown old with him... It has been an incredible challenge to play him.

Sam is wearing Giorgio Armani total look . ALFONSO OHNURESQUIRE

And what do you think is, in your opinion, the secret of the success of this series?

I think the incredible relationship that Jamie and Claire have, without a doubt; their romance, which never dies despite all the obstacles that come their way. No matter what, their love endures and I think that everyone would like to have a relationship like this. But this is to the credit of Diana Gabaldón [the American author of the saga of novels on which she is based]. She created these characters, who people love and season after season are waiting to see what will happen to them.

“Jamie has changed my life. Since I started interpreting him, everything has changed completely ”

In the seventh season, which premieres in Spain on June 17 on Movistar Plus+, will Jamie be alive from start to finish?

We are studying it... [laughs]. Yes, this story has to last even longer [recently it has been confirmed that the eighth will be the last season of the series]. Diana has written a tenth book, so we still have a long way to go.

If you could travel in time , as Claire's character, your wife, does in the series, what era would you travel to?

Wow, so I would love to go to Ancient Egypt, to Rome, and maybe I would also like to travel to the future to see what will happen in a hundred years.

Sam Heughan, in the dome of the Four Seasons hotel in Madrid with a total look by Zegna.

Although Heughan has often stated that it doesn't have much to do with his character in Outlander , what he does have in common with him is his Scottish origin, something he wears with pride, to the point of becoming its ambassador worldwide. In fact, in parallel to this series, he stars in another, Men in Kilts (its second season will also be available on Movistar Plus+ in the coming months), in which he tours Scotland accompanied by Graham McTavish (Dougal MacKenzie, in the series), to divulge the secrets of their culture and customs. And he also makes his own whisky, which he has named Sassenach, after the Gaelic word for non-Gaelics and Jamie for his fictional partner.

Outlander has been very successful in Spain. What do we Spaniards and Scots have in common?

I think the energy and passion in Spain is incredible, similar to ours. Scots and Spaniards have many things in common: we are very warm, friendly, passionate about sports and we also like to party. We are very similar.

The first thing you premiere now is the romantic comedy Love Again (Sony Pictures) , on May 12, in which you share the bill with Priyanka Chopra and Celine Dion herself . What can you tell us?

The film revolves around a great romance, although underlying it there is also a tragedy: the protagonist loses her fiancé and writes text messages to his old mobile number, which my character has, a journalist named Rob Burns who falls in love her. It is tragic, but also very beautiful. It's a very sweet film, with the presence of Celine Dion, an authority on romance [laughs]. I think people are going to have a lot of fun watching it.

Sam Heughan and Priyanka Chopra in a scene from Love Again. LIAM DANIEL SONY PICTURES

[Notice to fans: Watch out for Heughan singing Celine Dion's It's All Coming Back to Me Now while taking a shower.]

In the case of the characters in the film, technology is crucial to finding each other. What do you think about using technology to find love?

I think technology helps us communicate and allows us to connect people who might not otherwise be able to, like the two characters in the movie. Dating apps and social media allow for more interaction, but maybe sometimes we rely too much on technology and hide behind it. I think an in-person connection is always better.

Perhaps Madrid could be the setting for your next romantic comedy... Where would it take place?

I love Madrid, it's great, romantic and full of energy. A romantic comedy set in Madrid would be very passionate. Perhaps in the Royal Palace, with a prince who meets a girl in the El Retiro park, but finds out that she is actually a professional soccer player. They see a game at the stadium and end with dinner and dancing in the San Miguel market.

Prada trench coat and Paul Smith pants. ALFONSO OHNURESQUIRE

In addition to work, you lead a project, My Peak Challenge, with which you collaborate in various solidarity initiatives. What is it about?

It is an online fitness program . The peakers , which is what the members are called, pay a fee for daily training, adapted to each one. They include yoga, mindfulness , nutrition program... In addition to the fee, 15% is contributed to charitable causes. It is about working for your health, for yourself, and at the same time helping others.

And what is the peak or challenge that has been the hardest for you to reach in your life?

Perhaps the large number of projects I have on my hands. Finding time to dedicate to all of them, but I am very lucky to be able to get them going.

After this interview, Waypoints came into my hands. My Scottish Journey (recently published in Spain by Principal de los libros), a kind of memoir in which Heughan alternates reflections on his life, parallel to a trip along a complicated hiking route, the West Highland Way, in the homeland of he. Among other things, he tells that he grew up without a father (he abandoned him at 18 months) and gives some clues that explain the man behind the actor. In fact, he is perfectly summed up in this fragment: “According to my mother, he was a little adventurer, although he could also be quite sensitive. When left to my own devices he could lead any attack, but in company he preferred not to be the center of attention. He wasn't shy: I just felt more comfortable watching from the rear."

Photography assistants: Dani García and Elisa María Lozano · Styling assistant: Aline Patiño · Makeup and hairdressing: Wendy Kemp Forbes · Tailor: Maribel Madrid · Photography editor: Carolina Álvarez · Production: Marta Sánchez · Acknowledgments: Hotel Four Seasons Madrid.

*This report appears in the May 2023 issue of Esquire magazine, on sale since April 21.

Now it is understood why Wendy Kemp Forbes was part of SH's speech in Madrid last year. His improvised speech was not for social reasons. His interest in women's participation was very doubtful. The credibility of his speech was put aside by his opportunism 🤨

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

😡🤬ANGER MANAGEMENT (PART 2)🤬😡

Prompt: Y/N has the life she’s always dreamed of: a good house, a nice car, a fat paycheck, her dream job and some loving friends. Her life feels like a fairytale...but just like every fairytale she’s not safe from the villain, the problem with that? He’s not only an incredibly hot Scotsman but also a fucking pain in the ass!

Word count: Long bitch, just long 😩

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut, dom x sub dynamic, public sex (work place environment), rough sex, oral sex(female and male receiving), masturbation(female and male receiving), dirty talk (because you can never have too much of that 😏), marking kink(biting/ female), branding kink (marking by ejaculation), breath play/ asphyxiation kink(choking/ female) and some good old trichophilia (hair kink/ pulling)

Notes: Forgive us father, for we are about to sin 🔥. I can’t thank you all enough for all of your positive feedbacks, they gave the strength I needed to commit this handsome Scottish sin.

I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart my fellow beloved beautiful souls: @new-zealand-chic, @nightlummer, @drew-is-boo, @tomandbuckyfan1, @akiko-tanaka, @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan and @beckyann6879 for not only taking some time off of your day to read it but to also leave nothing but kind words to this girl right here 💕😘 I know that technically only two of you asked to be tagged but I blame it on my excessive need to please people ok? Sorry 👉👈 Alright, and now I’m rambling...so y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

My mind was in a pure excitement haze, which made me think for second if I had heard him correctly.

“Drew...are you serious?” I asked hesitantly

He carefully approached me, placed his hands on the sides of my cheeks, making me look up to him

“Does it look like I’m joking to you Y/N?” He asked firmly

“It’s just..” I liked my lips “For a moment I thought that you were-“

“I’ve been wanting this every since I laid my eyes on you,lass” One of his hands leaned down, securing my wrist on his firm grip, pulling my hand towards his pelvic bone so I could grab a handful of his erection through the jeans.

“Do you feel this?”

I nodded

“This is the result of 5 painful years of foreplay princess” His hand cupped mine,making my grip become tighter “I’ve tried everything you can imagine to get rid of this fucking teenage boy boner I get every time I think of you... I’ve tried porn, endless sessions of jacking off and everywhere: hotel room; shower; locker room; arena bathroom; car even your office whenever you were not around! Fucking other women while I thought about you...you name it and I have tried, but nothing shakes off my cock’s need of you. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth, your hands...he wants all of you and JUST you”

I don’t know what lustful force took ahold of me but the only thing I could do while his words filled my ears was shove his jeans and underwear down so my hand could slide up and down his full length...skin to skin..

“Oh fuck yes” He growled as he moves his hips to meet my hand. Drew’s hands reach up my pants pulling it down. I hear a tearing sound as I look down to see that he had ripped my panties off leaving me as exposed to him as he is to me.

Soon after, one of his thick fingers slides through my folds lubing it up, before carefully entering me

“Oh lass, this is going to be heaven on earth... I’ve always imagined how tight you were, but fuck me, my finger can’t barely move! This is going to be fun” He makes a noise that was a mixture between a grunt and a laugh. “Let’s see how you can handle two fingers” He muttered to himself as he stops my action on his dick by taking me on his arms and sitting me on the massage table.

“I need all of this off” He says as he grabs my t-shirt and bra.

Once I’m at my full naked glory I lay down on the table and he stops to admire me

“You’re so perfect, do you know that?” As his hands caresses every inch of my exposed skin. “Your skin is so soft...so delicate” He leans down to place several feather light kisses all over my neck, breasts, belly and thighs making my arousal become more evident in between my legs.

“Drew” I whisper “As much as I love this, I really need you to fuck me senseless right now. We can do the softer things later tonight but right now I just need you in me” I panted

He confidently smirks before saying “So you haven’t even tasted my cock but you still want some more later huh?”

“Shut up you prick” I answer slightly annoyed at his teasing

“Oh c’mon now Y/N, if you want it so badly why don’t you ask for it nicely, love?”

“I don’t gotta ask you for shit McIntyre! Fuck you” I was feeling the anger starting to rise to the surface again

“Oh princess, I would keep that attitude down if I were you” He warned me

“Fuck off” I huffed

He lightly slaps my face, grab my cheeks and whispered

“We’ll have to work on that potty mouth of yours, princess... I guess I will have to keep your mouth full so you don’t have time to talk shit huh?”

He releases my cheeks “Kneel in all fours on the table” His voice has a ‘I wouldn’t test me if I were you’ tone to it, so I just did as he said.

Due to his incredible height, my face in this position, gets on the same level as his cock. He looks impressively intimidating when I look up to meet his gaze.

“Open your mouth” He says and I obey “Now, since you like to trash talk so much princess, let’s see if this clever pretty mouth can do some proper sucking as well”

I reached out to grab his length with one of my hands(to help me out since he’s so large) but he lightly slapped my hand before it could touch him.

“I said that I want your pretty lips around my cock. You don’t need your hand for that darling”

I decided to be up front about it and said “Drew, you’re too big, I can’t fit-“ A warning hair pull made me look up to meet Drew’s beautiful (now cold) blue gaze

“First of all, it’s Sir to you, don’t make me repeat myself again about that. And secondly, I thought you were the one who liked to talk back at me, so if those sweet lips of yours are good enough to disrespect me they’re also going to be good enough to make my cock feel good, even if you have to gag and drool all over it. Get it?”

The combination of Drew’s beauty, his enormous body and his dominating words made me speechless.

He pulled my hair harder to get my attention back to him and asked

“Do. You. Get. It. Y/N? Use your words”

“Yes...Sir”

He smiles approvingly of my response “So what are you waiting for princess?” He playfully smiled

His grip on my hair loosen, but he kept his hand on my head as a way to ensure me that he was in charge.

I debated with myself whether I should lick all of his length first or if I should just swallow him all in at once(at least til where I could reach it)..My decision was to leave the conventional and predictable first option behind, betting all of my cards in the latter one.

I sunk my mouth all the way down his cock making him gasp in surprise, feeling every inch of his length stretch my jaw. His animalistic growls made me feel confident so I decided to go up a notch and made him hit all the way back in my throat making my mouth produce extra saliva easing him down further more every time I bobbed my head. The deeper he got the sloppiest it would get, I had drool dripping from my chin to the massage table.

“Oh fuck me Y/N! You sure know how to give head baby” He said while staring down at me in awe “You’re so raw princess, is beautiful” He stokes my hair gently “Look at you, all messy around my cock, do you like that cock baby?”

A thick string of spit still connected my mouth to his cock as I release it to say “Yes, sir” I answered sheepishly as I return to my previous action of sucking him off.

That’s when I felt it..two of his thick calloused fingers in between my slick folds, finding my clit and massaging it.

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making his length throb inside of my mouth. I couldn’t handle anymore of the teasing.

“Sir, please” I gasp as I released him “Please I need...something inside” I look at him desperately “Please” I whisper

His fingers actions on my clit stopped and he looked down at me

“Did I told you to stop?”

I just shake my head ‘no’

“So why did you?” He raised his eyebrows

As soon as he finished the question I opened my mouth again for him to slide in it and he did it moaning , while he began to circle my clit again.

“Look at me” He said panting “You’re going to suck me til I cum and in the meantime we’ll see how hard can this pretty little pussy cum” He smirks “Then once I’m done claiming that smart ass mouth of yours I will clame this pussy as mine too” With that, his two digits entered me, stretching my walls, moving at a merciless pace. “Hmmmm, MY pussy feels so good, so wet around my fingers” He hummed in pleasure “This pussy is all mine isn’t it my little pet? It belongs only to me doesn’t it?”

I could only nod in response and could already tell he was close to cumming as he turned up the pace of his fingers and changed our position so he could reach my clit with the hand that was previously on my hair while the other one mercilessly fucked me.

The sudden chance of positions made his whole back curve on top of mine, making him go even roughly further down. As he brutally fucked me with his fingers, his hips start to bulk forward, fucking my mouth as well.

I could already feel my release was about to burst out at any minute now

“Go on lass, cum for me princess” His words along with all of his moves made me cum as hard as I’ve ever had! Soon after my mouth was filled with Drew’s thick seed that I happily swallowed.

“Let me see” He soothingly said as he places his now licked clean fingers underneath my chin, tilting my head up.

“Open your mouth, love”

He hummed in appreciation when he saw I had already swallowed all of his cum

“What a good well trained pet you are princess” He smiles fondly “You didn’t miss not even one drop. You’re so beautiful” He leans in to capture my lips in a famished kiss.

“I think is only fair now for you to give me the pleasure to really taste you princess. Would you like that love? Would you let me eat MY sweet pussy?” He asks as he stroked my cheek softly.

The simple thought of seeing that beautiful Scottish face in between my legs, made me turned on all over again.

“I would love that, sir”

I can see the satisfaction on his eyes as he says “Stand up on the table, love” as he smirks deviously

*What is he planning?* I thought as I stand up as he said

I didn’t even had to think too much about what that meant as for his thick arms slid in between my knees to lift me up, so I could straddle his face with my hips as I sit on his shoulders. The surprise action made my hands grip for dear life on his long black strands for balance. He gave me no time to adjust, he just simply began to perform the best pussy eating I’ve ever had in my whole life.

I was quite a big fan of oral sex(performing and receiving it), most guys they don’t really care about doing it properly, they just want to do it so you’ll give them head back. It would take a real man to eat a pussy properly and I was more than happy to say that Drew McIntyre was a fucking real man. He knew what he was doing and you could tell by his moans that he was enjoying it as well! Everything was perfect, the pace, the pressure, the tongue movements, the sucking and even the right amount of spit. I was sure by now that he had ruined me for any other man but him.

He grips my hips tightly to both help me keep balanced and keep my hips from moving away from his lips

“Oh my fucking...” I gasped as my eyes rolled to the back of my head

My grip on his hair tightened so I was full on pulling his hair HARD.

He grunts at my action, causing a sweet vibration against my clit making me moan a little too loud.

Drew moves his body away from the massage table going to the wall that was closer to his reach, supporting my back on it. The contact of the cold cement against my heated skin made me moan loudly once more, therefore he stopped his assault on me, to look up.

I don’t know if it was the vision of his dark beard glistening with my wetness, the smug smirk he had placed on his face or his incredibly lustful blue grayish eyes that were glued to my face..whatever it was made me squeal pitifully.

Drew cackled “I know I said that we should make this whole company hear us, but if you keep it that loud, I’m afraid we might get fired, love” He winked

“Sorry, I didn’t-“

“You don’t need to apologize princess, I love hearing your moans, it makes my dick rock hard. Just not here, even though I can’t say that the thought of somebody walking in on us doesn’t sound very tempting to me” He smiles as he kisses my thighs, trailing up, back to his previous place.

I made a mental note on keeping it down, but that went down the drain when that delicious Scotsman began his attack again. Noticing I was having a hard time keeping it shut, Drew roamed one hand up, covering my lips forcefully to muffle my noises. This thoughtful yet dominant act along with his incredible tongue ability to turn any woman into a pitiful moaning mess had me cumming once more, all over his face.

He licked me clean and lay me down on the table.

“Princess, are you still with me, love?”

I could feel my mind drift to a very familiar and quiet place

“Y/N, I’m talking to you baby” His voice is still soothing but a little more firm now

“Yes, sir” I murmured

“Open your eyes, darling”

My eyes opened to meet a blue grayish pair, starting at me with both amusement and affection

“You still gonna fuck me right?” I pleaded

He laughed saying “If you still want it of course, love”

“Can you fuck me from behind?” I whispered

“Is that how you want it princess?”

“Yes” I say sheepishly

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir”

“Okay. Then turn around baby”

I spread my legs further apart and knelt down on the table with my back turned to him and my core out at his disposal, placing all of my weight on my arms who were pressed down between my legs against the table.

“Look at you princess” He squeezes my ass cheeks “I’ve always loved your ass baby...so fucking thick” He slaps each cheek vigorously “I can’t wait to see it bounce on my cock” Another slap “You have no idea how many times I almost fought some idiot of this roster, because they couldn’t stop talking about this sweet ass if yours” He leans down and bites each cheek “But now it’s just mine, isn’t it love?”

“Yes, sir”

“Yes it is” He says in awe “And I’ll fuck this sexy as too, when the time is right” He slaps each cheek one last time

“Have you been with anyone lately Y/N?”

I look over my shoulder and hear a faint fuck leave his lips

“No sir, I haven’t” It was true

“Good. Me neither, the last time I had intercourse was three months ago and my tests are clean, I can show you if you want”

“There’s no need for that, sir. I trust you” Which I weirdly did, also if he had something he would be suspended by now.

He sincerely smiled before asking “Do you use contraceptives?”

“Depo injections, sir”

“That’s good love, because I want to fuck you raw, are you ok with that?” He asks as he strokes my hair.

Just the thought of feeling each and every vein of his cock had my pussy clenching.

“Yes, sir” I whined

“Would you let me cum inside of you?”

“Yes, sir. Please I-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence since he pushed his length in slowly.

I was going to turn my head to face the wall, but he grabbed my hair, keeping my head in place and our gaze locked.

“Keep your eyes on me Y/N, I want to see your face as you take every inch of my cock, do you understand princess?”

“Y-yes, sir” I stuttered

“We’ll take this slow, I don’t want to hurt you. If at anytime you want to change the position you tell me ok?” He said and I just nodded

I already knew he was a generous size which now made me regret choosing this position for our first time. Damn you Y/N and your incapacity to think while horny!

Drew was moving at a very slow pace, being careful to give me some time to adjust every time he went further in.

It was a mixture between heaven and hell, and my mind started to overthink...fuck that’s not good!

“Don’t overthink princess” Drew said “I can feel you’re getting tighter because of that” He press his chest against my back and one of his hands roams around my waist so his fingers can play with my clit.

A muffled moan left my lips and I could feel my walls begin to loosen up from his stimulation on my bundle of nerves.

He kiss my lips passionately as he sinks the rest of his length in my core.

“Fuck you feel so good, sir”

He nibs my neck and shoulder

“I can already tell my cock will never, ever want other pussy but yours, princess” He whispered in my ear, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

“Sir, you can move if you want”

Drew started with a soft and sweet pace that grows into a very hard and rough one after 10 minutes. But I still need more...

“Sir, please, fuck me harder” I beg

“My sweet angel likes it rough huh?”

“I love it, sir”

He chuckled and turned his pace up, now mercilessly pounding me. A loud moan threatened to leave my lips so I covered my mouth with one of my hands in an attempt to muffle it but that wasn’t enough.

Soon after, I feel one of Drew’s big hands closing around my throat, pressuring the sides of my neck, making it hard for me to breath or speak but not enough to make me pass out.

The chocking made my walls clench around his cock, earning me a low growl from him.

The unstoppable pounding had my mouth hung open in an silent ‘O’ shape.

Drew let go of my neck and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head up to look into his eyes

“Tell me princess, has anyone ever fucked this pussy, this good?”

“No, sir” I panted

“Will you want any other man to fuck your pussy after today?”

“No, sir” I whine

He licks my ear lightly before whispering “That’s good baby, because now that you’ve got me addicted to this pussy, you’re stuck with me princess” He softly chuckled

This man has a devilish way with his words...“Sir, I’m gonna-“

“Cum baby, let me feel you milk my cock real nice princess”

My orgasm exploded making my vision blurry. Soon after I hear Drew cursing and feel his warm seed fill me up.

We are trying to regain the normal pace of our breaths when he says

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing Y/N but I also can’t do the friends with benefits arrangement”

“What do you mean then, Drew?” I faintly ask

“I mean that I want us to be together, you know, officially”

“Like...” I vaguely say

“Like a couple” He blushes lightly

“So, you want to do the whole boyfriend/ girlfriend thing?”

“If you want it, yeah. I would love to”

“Are you sure?” I ask, still insecure

“Y/N” he cupped my cheek and pecks my lips “I’ve been wanting this for 5 fucking years lass” He chuckled

I smile before saying “We should hurry up then, because we have a lot of time to compensate for, Gastón” I wink and he laughs while leaning in to kiss me again.

Who would’ve thought that my villain was in fact the perfect Scottish version of a Prince Charming...

Oh my Lord, I know this is long as fuck! Sorry I got carried away(can you blame me tho?!) Please let me know if it was worth the wait, if I fulfilled your expectations, that sort of stuff 😘

#drew mcintyre smut #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew mcintyre x oc #drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre one shot #drew mcintyre #drew galloway #wwe smut #wwe imagine #drew mcintyre imagine #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction #masochist writes

[a-sweet-pea]

And now, my long awaited addition to @ibis-gt ‘s most excellent wrestling au:

Jimmy…….“The Caber”…….McKinnon!

He enters the ring to the bagpipe/electric guitar solo of “It’s a Long Way to the Top” by ACDC, jets of flame shooting up from the sides of the aisle, wearing a full scottish great kilt, which he (very cheekily) tears off to reveal Scottish-flag shorts underneath (and no shirt of course). It is rumored that he used to just wear the kilt true-scotsman (ie, nothing underneath), but ended up flashing the first three rows during a match and the league demanded he put pants on. (There are of course, no tapings of this fabled match, but the legend persists).

He’s a wildcard with heel tendencies. He has ‘grudges’ against various wrestlers, both heels and faces, and his thing is that he will show up during one-on-one matches to fight against his enemies, teaming up with whoever is up against them (but if they knock the opponent out, he is liable to turn on his former ally).

Signature Move: The Caber Toss

Whoever he’s fighting alongside fucking YEETS him into the opponent. (Coincidentally, this is also what its called when he gets yeeted out of the ring by someone bigger than he is)

He is hoping to use wrestling as a springboard for an acting career (he knows the Macbeth soliloquy by heart) and outside the ring he is a super friendly guy. He loves interacting with fans, and he will do so long past when he is burnt out socially to avoid disappointing anybody. In his off time he likes watching anime, playing with dogs, and sleeping past noon.

A fast-food ficlet of James/Elle beneath the cut!

Elle’s friend Kari convinces her to go to a wrestling match

“It’s like sports for theater kids!”

And Elle has to concede that is an excellent selling point

“Also it has giants, and we both know how you feel a-“

*aggressively slaps hand over Kari’s mouth*

*blushing intensifes*

But they go

And Kari insists that the balcony seats are the best so they get those (they have to sign special waivers to sit there, which feels both exciting and terrifying)

Elle appreciates being up off the floor, which looks a little mosh-pit crowded in a way that makes her feel uncomfortable just looking at it

And shit gets started

And there’s lights and loud music and over-the-top announcing

And GIANTS doing like

Jumps and slams and shit

And every impact shakes the balcony

Which is very adrenaline-pumping

And makes Elle nervously comment about the the changes to the structural section of the building code that had to be made to ensure the safety of arenas like these

And she didn’t see the safety certificate

And it’s supposed to be prominently displayed

And Kari is like, dude, please chill and watch the show, they do this like every weekend, the building is fine

And in fairness, a giant Business Man is fighting what looks like a greek god with a magic wand and like

What’s not to like about that?

Greek god guy has been waving his wand a lot

But whatever it’s supposed to do isn’t working

And the Business Man has torn his sleeves off

So it appears to be *business time*

And suddenly, out of nowhere, a bagpipes start playing.

and Kari’s like “Oh sweet! You’re gonna love this guy.”

And Jimmy “The Caber” McKinnon struts in, throwing up devil horns

He hops in the ring

And he’s fully a head shorter than the business suit guy

But you wouldn’t know it from the way he’s acting

And people are booing him but like, kinda goofily?

It feels like he’s a villain the same way Skeletor is a villain

Like, he’s so over-the-top and theatrical

And he throws his arm around the greek god like

“Looks like ye need a hand!”

And the greek god is looking at him like “how dare this stank dirt man touch me”

And the Caber turns around and starts giving the crowd shit about booing him like “No fair, Business Man, your cheering section’s bigger’n mine”

And he turns toward the the balcony seats

“Mebbe I’ll take one of yours.”

And he goes through the ropes and in two steps he’s over at the balcony

And as stupidly high up as they are, they’re only at his stomach-level

And Elle’s like

Holy shit

Cause they’re giants right? Obviously

But like, they were giants

Over there

And now he is

Over here

And there’s so much of him, so close

Like, she can smell sweat and feel heat

a literal human skyscraper glowering down at them

“Who’s ma biggest fan?”

And he’s clearly pitching his voice down a bit to be extra menacing

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Like, the metal railing is literally vibrating when he talks

And he lifts his hand and reaches out

And elle is like

What the fuck is happening

Because a hand

The size of a car

yanks the lady sitting next to Elle out of her seat

And his finger brushes Elle’s thigh

And Elle’s whole brain is literally fried

Because

CONTACT

And Elle is like “A-are they allowed to DO that?”

And Kari is like “Oh, that’s a stuntwoman; they don’t just grab random people out of the audience, lol.”

And Elle is like, “Okay, good.” Cause it seemed like that would be legally questionable and potentially very unsafe. But also, she had this twinge in her gut, and now it’s gone. And it fizzles out too quickly for her to process that it was jealousy

But it was absolutely jealousy

And deep down she’s just like ‘good to know that he grabbed her because she was in on it

And not because he like...thought she was prettier than me’

Elle’s deep subconscious- 

“I want the giant heel wrestler to think I’m pretty enough to take fake hostage during this elaborate sports play, a thing that is both normal and healthy to want”

And Elle kinda steps out of the immersion for a hot second just focuses on the hand holding the stuntwoman

And while this guy is monologuing in his thick scottish accent and taunting the businessman and doing these over-the-top gestures, the hand that’s holding the stuntwoman is staying shockingly still

Like

He’s moving the rest of his body lots, but the hand is only doing small fluid movements

Like he’s balancing a spinning plate

And the stuntwoman is very much playing everything up, screaming like the lady in King Kong

And Elle is wondering if there’s like

A stuntman school you have to have to go to

Or is it the kind of thing where you could get certified after a weekend class

And then there’s this room shaking yell

This absolute beef man has come out of nowhere

And just crashes into the Caber, slams him to the mat, and snatches the woman out of his hand

And Elle is like “does this sport have any rules?”

And Kari is like “I don’t know, probably?”

And Elle is like, “Cool, I like that energy”

While the greek god smacks his wand against the turnbuckle like

‘Work, damn you’

Cam the Cannon and the Business Man totally take the Caber down

And Elle is like “Aww…”

And Kari informs Elle that losing is kind of is thing

Like, he’s a scrappy underdog type that teams up with other wrestlers because he can’t win on his own

But it doesn’t usually work out for him

And Elle can’t decide whether she likes that or not

Cause on the one hand, it doesn’t seem fair

But like, it’s all a drama, so it’s not like he’s REALLY losing

Mostly, Elle doesn’t like the idea that it might make him sad to lose all the time

Even if it IS staged

But he does seem to be enjoying doing a whole ‘I’ll get you next time’ villain monologue thing while the Business Man drags him down the aisle (the crowd is singing “Taking Care of Business” very rambunctiously)

And he DOES have a dedicated cheering section with their faces painted blue like Mel Gibson in Braveheart

But Elle can’t help but imagine him being a face and having the whole crowd cheering for him

And then she notices the absolute horde of men and women simping hard over The Cannon (who is kneeling at the edge of the ring and setting the stuntwoman down to clamorous applause)

Like, they are throwing him flowers and teddy bears and undergarments

And Elle is like

On second thought

Let him have a small but dedicated fanbase

(Less competition)

And the Cannon takes down the greek god

And she wishes the Caber would come back out

But he doesn’t

But she enjoys the rest of the show anyway because it’s a great spectacle

And besides

the posters said there would be a meet and greet and autograph signing afterwards

So maybe she’ll duck out while the last match is still going down

And she can be first in line at his booth

#wrestling au #this au is so good #thank you ibis #giant/tiny #g/t fluff #g/t writing #g/t fiction #james/elle #asweetpeawriting #asweetpea #asweetpea writing #g/t

[theuniversitychallengereview]

UC 51.36 - Edinburgh vs Reading

The finale of University Challenge always sneaks up on me. One week it's the first round and the next it’s the semis. But such is life, and the endless carousel, so why should I be surprised that UC is any different? Anyway, I’ll give you a quick rundown of the teams before we get started…

Edinburgh come into the semi-finals having taken part in three of the six highest scoring matches of the series. Their fourth match, a tight quarter-final against Emmanuel, ranks eighth on this list too, so if nothing else we can probably expect a high-quality game from tonight. Of their four wins, two were very comfortable, smashing Peterhouse and Trinity Colleges Cambridge by 195 and 130 points respectively. But the other two were very close affairs, with the Scottish quartet edging out Bristol by a score of 185-175, along with their aforementioned victory over Emmanuel. 

Reading, meanwhile, have wracked up some impressive wins too, scoring 245 points in their second round defeat of Dundee. But they’ve also lost a match, albeit it to the mighty Imperial in the quarter-finals, when they by no means put in a bad performance. In Hutchinson, their bearded skipper, they possess someone capable of going off for twelve starters, as he did in their Dundonian demolition. 

If Edinburgh can neuter Hutchinson on the buzzer, they will surely be huge favourites, but they will have to play well against a canny Reading side. For Reading’s part, if they are able to keep Edinburgh from running away with it in the opening exchanges, they will know they’ve got a great chance of pulling an upset - can Edinburgh really win three tight games on the bounce?

Paxman defines the semi-final as ‘twenty odd minutes of questions’, which seems like a low estimate, but maybe he’s right. Depends how much he’s rounding down to get the ‘twenty-odd’, but I’d wager its closer to ‘thirty-odd’, despite the fact its definitely not that many. Actually, I’d go ‘twenty-five odd’, which works better, because twenty five is actually odd. Eventually got there. 

Thomas beats Hutchinson on a buzzer race to ‘William Gladstone’, giving Edinburgh the first points of the night. Bonuses on ‘Smiths’ followed, and they managed two to go twenty points clear. Hutchinson doesn’t give the Scots a chance on the second starter, with an impressive buzz of ‘1904’ to continue his excellent form on the ten pointers. He is also wearing a great shirt. 

The Thomas/Hutchinson battle rekindles on the third starter, and once again its the Scotsman who comes out on top, but you can see that the Reading captain was only a fraction of a second behind. Small margins. They take no bonuses, but Sundar grabs the first picture starter with ‘Cassini-Huygens’ to maintain their momentum. A hat-trick on space probes extended their lead to thirty five points. 

A risky buzz from Hutchinson, who looked like he was choosing between two answers after he’d buzzed in (plumping for Buck Mulligan, which was the correct one). I watched an episode of The Challenge from 2015 yesterday, and the Paxo of seven years ago would not have stood for the (admittedly short) hesitation from Hutchinson, but he gets away with it today. They get a couple of bonuses, and then a third from the skipper brought them within five points. A bonus on the film ‘Jackie’ was enough to tie the game. Fifty five apiece.

A brilliant buzz from Jones wrests back control for Edinburgh, who quickly rattle through two correct bonuses on mathematical matrices. Ounsley takes Reading’s first non-Hutchinson starter, and they manage two bonuses to level the game once again. 

The music starter is allowed to play for what feels like a full minute, before Jones tosses out Blondie as a guess. He’s wrong, but Ounsley’s guess of Madonna is right and the Berkshire quartet took the lead for the first time in the match. After a gargantuan discussion between Hutchinson and Ounsley, they are able to come up with ‘Laurie Anderson’ on the third bonus, which puts them fifteen points clear. 

A few starters are dropped, before an incorrect Hutchinson interruption and Jones pickup brings us back to familiar territory, with both sides on eighty five. Paxman lets a physics starter hang in the air for a ridiculous length of time, but neither team is able to get it when they eventually buzz in. 

Another starter for - guess who - Hutchinson (I’m starting to doubt that Hutchinson is an acceptable word, the number of times I’ve typed it out. I remember reading an interview with an author who said that they’d noticed themselves using the word shoulder a lot, which annoyed them because there isn’t really a replacement word for it. That's how I feel with Hutchinson at the moment), and Reading appear to take control. He gets the second picture starter with ‘six characters in search of an author’, perhaps his best answer of the night, and comments of the bonuses ‘I’ve never seen questions like this, but its great’. It doesn’t matter that he’s never seen them - they’re forty five points clear now.

Edinburgh captain Sundar hits back with a clutch starter on the periodic table to keep his side in the game, but they only manage one bonus, and Ounsely stamps on the comeback with the next starter. A Zeng-esque buzz from Thomas on a geography starter leaves Edinburgh with slim hopes of a resurrection, but they fail to grab a single bonus, and the gong sounds soon after.

Final Score: Edinburgh 115 - 145 Reading

Oof. That was a tense match. Some abject bonuswork from Edinburgh meant that Reading didn’t actually have to do all that much to win it, although they were of course brilliant on the buzzer themselves. Originally I had written ‘this match will be won on the buzzer, more so even than other matches’, and I’m glad I removed that before the episode started (though of course there’s no way of proving to you that I didn’t do this after the episode ended…), because this one was definitely won on the bonuses. 

Join me next week for the Grand Final, a rematch of a great quarter final between Imperial and Reading. Imperial won convincingly last time, but if Hutchinson can perform as he did tonight I think they’ve got a chance. 

#university challenge #bbc2 #edinburgh #reading #quizzy mondays #jeremy paxman

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes

Now safely headed home and rescued the hostages, Soap discovers something from the four corners of the infirmary. It's basically a chapter that happened inside the infirmary. Yeah.

Previous Chapter : Alex - Dé jàvu

Chapter 5 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

"Reunited"

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

Soap grunted at the initial moment he felt consciousness. The faint tune of the radio started to fill his ears followed by soft hushes from within the room.

If I lay here… If I just lay here…

Sharp pain struck his abdomen as he tried to get up, making him wince ang grunt loud enough that the two ladies beside him noticed. He shot a pained glare at them and breathed heavily.

"Look who finally decided to get up." The pale brunette greeted him with a soft smile. This was Samantha, the Daughter of America's Head of Defense, she really looked different from her photos from the briefing and Soap thought maybe it's the continuous days of being unconscious draining her out.

"Hm." Soap muttered as he laid back on his bed. He wasn't strong enough to fully get up yet and it frustrated him that he let out a heavy sigh. He rolled his eyes to France who was giggled beside him. Guess she found his misery satisfying.

"What's funny?" he finally gave in and asked.

"Oh nothing. It's just no matter how fast we ran the bullets will always be faster, huh?" she joked, but there was a hint of grief on her tone, something Soap knew and realized just then. It was unfair, it was the harsh reality. They were both considered fit for those conditions but they were the ones who sustained most injuries.

"Heh." Soap chuckled and leaned to face Maxine. She had a few stitches on her forehead an bandages wrapped most of her arm. Her smile was warm and welcoming, but Soap knew what's hidden underneath. Samantha wore the same smile but hers was just happy to be away from her captors.

"So I assume your British, like the rest of the people here?" Samantha asked Soap.

"What made you ask that?" He replied, curious as to her assumptions.

"You sound different than the doctors and nurses around here. I was just curious." She replied almost intimidated.

"Don't mind him, Samantha. He's just grumpy he got injured because he thinks he's so good at everything." France mocked and they both giggled.

"So you two got something going on? I may have lost my memory but not my senses." She winked. France fell silent and Soap immediately replied.

"It's Scottish, Maam and no. We do not have something. If anything it's rivals. She wants to be better than me."

"Oh. I knew that accent stands out among the others!" she mused. Soap turned his attention to the glass window as Alex and General Shepherd passed by discussing something. Samantha caught up with his behavior and looked as well.

"Shit!" She cursed, loud enough to get the two's attention.

"What's wrong?" France asked, holding her arm.

"That guy… his face… looked familiar." she whispered, her hands covered her hands almost scared. 

"Oh him? General Shepherd. Basically our boss. Why, you met him?" France replied calmly.

"No.. those arm tattooes. I swear I saw those before… they're very familiar." she spoke softly. Soap and France turned to each other and nodded, agreeing not to force her too much on remembering things.

"Arm tattoes are the new thing now. I could get one myself anytime you know." Soap informed, trying to divert attention.

"Really? It won't look good on you. You got noodle arms." France retorted, mocking the Scotsman. This seemed to work as Samantha turned to them and laughed.

"You two are the worst liars." she giggled. Soap didn't mind this but he was glad that Samantha was okay.

Time passed by and Soap continued conversing to the two ladies, sharing thoughts and ideas on each other. For someone who's memory had been played with, Samantha recalls quite well. Her descriptions were very detailed up to the last dot. Soap wondered why this was the case and decided to consult Alex when he had the chance.

When it comes to talking, the girls really took their time, they were discussing a lot of things and Soap wasn't able to catch up with them.

"So, Why France? Is it because of the city?" Samantha asked. Soap gulped as he knew it would be asked to him next.

"It's actually short for Francine." She smiled, Soap just stared at her. 

"What about you, tough guy?" Samantha asked as MacTavish snapped back to reality.

"Got beef with someone back at the parachute regiment. Threw a bar of soap straight into his eye." he muttered, almost embarrassed.

"Quite the marksman…" France mused jokingly.

"Oh, bug off. Bet you can't do it square in the eye at a far distance." he boasted, finally getting up.

"I could try. Why don't you stand there so we can test it out." she retorted and Soap just rolled his eyes at her, convincing himself that arguing with her is a waste of time.

The doors slowly opened and a short blonde girl on a wheelchair was being pushed by a nurse. Everyone turned their heads towards the door and Soap noticed France's soft sobs.

"Maxine… I finally found you." she cried. Maxine just sat still, her eyes were open but it felt like she was looking at the vast nothingness.

"She's still recovering her memory lapses. She could hear you and see you but while her brain is still repairing itself, you couldn't expect any response from her." The nurse added and set her on the bed beside Samantha's.

"Sleep restores most minor brain damages we have. So I advise you to do it as well." the nurse patted Samantha and she nodded as the nurse made it's way out.

"How do you know her?" Soap asked, breaking the silence that occured since Maxine entered.

"She's my roommate." Samantha replied in unison to France's "She's my sister."

The girls turned to each other and started crying. Soap just sat there in awe, knowing nothing about calming the situation down.

"I'm sorry I dragged her into this." Samantha sniffled, wanting to hug France.

"You don't have to… It's not your fault." France replied.

~

The rest of the squad arrived when they were permitted to visit the infirmary, except for Price, who was busy about another upcoming move from Nero. In a small room, on a huge circle like formation. Alex was by the door, crossing his arms and staring momentarily at Samantha and turning back to the squad when she turns to him. Soap was aware they had a past mission together but something happened that made him act that way, another reason why he wanted to talk to him.

Ghost and Roach sat by the sofa, finally addressing his raccon story to the group.

"And so there I was by the dumpster. Spreading my arms establishing dominance toward him." Gary narrated, spreading his arms like that of his story.

"It's all over now Rocky Raccoon. I have you cornered. Now give me back my watch! I yelled and you know what happens next? The raccoon actually dropped my watch and scurried back to the forest! Isn't that amazing!" Gary continued adding sound effects and ambiance in the story. He was always the jolly one in the group. He turned to the girls who were laughing along Roach's story while Ghost and Alex forced themselves not to chuckle.

"What's the value of that watch?" Samantha asked.

"Oh about a few hundred British pounds." 

"No no. The sentimental value. The memories it holds. Why is it important to you?" She corrected. Soap caught Alex staring at her intently, his fists were gripping some sort of pendant.

"My mother gave it to me when I left home and joined the force. She said time is golden and I have to enjoy every second of it." he replied showing his watch to the group.

"Aww.. Roach.." France sniffed and Soap rolled his eyes. It wasn't that sad. He thought.

"Well, your Mum's right." Ghost patted Roach's back and he smiled.

The PA Systems rang again and alerted their little group. It announced about another briefing with the exception of those injured and Alex. Ghost and Roach bid their goodbyes at the remaining people, and they waved back except for Maxine who was still asleep.

As soon as the door closed the atmosphere began to shift as Alex slowly walks toward Samantha. Soap and France quietly trailed their eyes at the event and observed intently.

"You!" Samantha finally yelled and slapped Alex as soon as he was reachable.

"Ow! What gives!" he hissed in pain, rubbing his red cheeks.

"You were that creep I met by my apartment! What are you doing here!" she grabbed a pillow and gestured to hit the man. France tried to calm her.

"That's Alex. One of our allies." She whispered softly.

"Alex? Hmmm. Yeah. He looked like that creep who chased me to the supermarket. But that creep had longer hair and complete legs." she noted, calming herself down and lowering his weapon.

"That was actually me. Samantha." he muttered. Soap and France sat quietly as the drama began to unfold.

"You dropped this. That's why I chased you to give it back." Alex handed her a golden pendant. Samantha quickly recognized the thing and held it tight. 

"Daddy's gift." she sighed.

"You dropped it when you were walking home." Alex added and looked down on the floor.

"Thanks, Alex. I'm sorry if I slapped you." She smiled at him and Alex stared back. It was quite long and France whispered to Soap that "things are heating up'. Do these two have some history or something? Like Romantically? Cause, I can sense it." 

Soap shrugged her idea and looked back at Alex who was now leaving.

"It's okay, Maam. Afterall, I'm just nothing but a complete stranger to you." he smiled and closed the door shut, leaving the four of them in silence.

Next Chapter : A Walk to Remember

#yeouch #horRAYfic #alex echo 3 1 #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #codmw #codmwfic

[ingravinoveritas]

My initial thoughts when I saw that David would be playing Macbeth at the end of the year: Please put him in something slutty (although lets be real, David will make it look slutty anyway) and let him have a boyfriend, a Welsh king perhaps? Everyone loves a plot twist.

I feel you, Anon. I've actually just put up a poll asking how David will make Macbeth slutty and/or bisexual, because that was something that also crossed my mind when the casting was announced. I love that David somehow always finds a way to make every Shakespearean character he plays slutty (or bisexual, or both), and that it's become his sort of "signature." Most of the time I don't think it's even intentional on David's part--as you said, they could give him a potato sack for a costume and he'd still make it look slutty--but it always makes his performances that much more delicious to watch.

I noticed in some of the articles and on the Donmar Twitter that this production is being described as "bracingly fresh," so that says to me that we're not necessarily talking about a traditional staging, and there could be updated sets/costumes (as was the case with the productions of Hamlet and Much Ado that David was in). I've actually seen Macbeth previously in New York, with Alan Cumming in the title role (and almost all of the other roles, as the setting was moved to a mental hospital with Alan as a patient reliving the entire play), and there truly is something singular about seeing a Scotsman in the Scottish Play.

I've talked about wanting to see David live on stage for some time now and not having the opportunity to do so, but this...this is the one I'd really want to see him in if I could. The pull quote we've seen from him in the press for this is that it's a play that has haunted him "for as long as I can remember," and haunting is exactly the right word. I can't ever forget seeing Alan as Macbeth and I know that David's performance will be just as powerful and memorable.

As for him having a boyfriend (a Welsh king, even)...oh, how I wish. The day David's casting was announced, folks on Twitter were already mentioning Michael, and it's just astonishing how people can't seem to get enough of he and David together. I don't know if there would be a place for Michael in this production (though I absolutely believe he could play Lady Macbeth, especially after seeing him as Mrs. Robinson), but hopefully another production awaits that he and David can star in together. Live theater is such a different medium to TV, too, so to see Michael and David play off each other in real time would truly be extraordinary.

But yes, hopefully it won't be long until we see Michael and David together again (if/when the GO 2 promotional tour happens). In the meantime, we have plenty of dreams of David being slutty as Macbeth (or Miss Thane, as I have now decided is Macbeth's drag queen name) to keep us occupied. Only seven months til December...

#anonymous #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #can't have one without the other #macbeth #donmar warehouse #also the Donmar is where Alan first performed in Cabaret #so when I first saw that I immediately thought of David as the Emcee #there is nothing like seeing a scotsman in the scottish play #also Michael as Lady Macbeth is everything i never knew i needed #yes #ineffable lovers #discourse

[justherebecausemackenzieboyd]

Hey sorry about the stitches want a steak?

Summery:After a trip to A&E because his prank went horribly wrong Aaron decides to make it up to his favourite Scottish friend

-Warning:Slight smut nothing to heavy though

I have written this for @madden-mackron who gave Me the idea sorry it’s not totally great but I tried ❤️ enjoy 😉😂❤️

“I hate you!”

“For the last time I’m sorry!”

Aaron and Mackenzie just arrived back at the mill after a quick trip to A&E.The two adult men had been in the middle of prank war.

It started small with Mackenzie putting salt in Aaron’s coffee.Which Aaron retaliated by putting itching powder in Mack’s favourite plaid coat.

Then it turned into flower bombs,buckets of water,getting glued to objects,and of Aaron’s latest prank involving slipping on an oil patch. which Mackenzie unfortunately in some comedic cartoon fashion ended up slipping and banging his head on a table. Cracking it open straight on impact.

The results weren’t too bad he only needed a few stitches and he would be fine,But unfortunately for the Dingle,The Scott wasn’t seeing it that way.

“My gorgeous face is ruined” Mackenzie shouted

“Pfft if anything it an improvement”

Aaron mocked laughing at Mackenzie’s puffed up red cheeks,as he blushed with anger.

“Oh Go Fuck Yourself! The older man shouted sounding actually annoyed for once.

He got up out of the passenger seat. slamming the car door as hard as he could,flipping Aaron off as he walked away.

The younger man moved fast getting out as well bolting fast, to not let Mackenzie just walk away.

“Oye where’re you going?” He asked

“Home to rest my sore head!” The Scott’s man replies angrily,rubbing his head as if to make a point.

Aaron bit his lip feeling slightly guilty. He had never genuinely seen Mackenzie so angry before. He decided he wanted to make it up to him after all it was his fault.

Not that he would ever admit that...

“Look I’m sorry okay how about you come back to mine and I can cook you dinner or something” he suggested “it’s the least I could do I mean we could even play on the VR set?”

Mackenzie raised an eyebrow thinking about the offer.

“I don’t know what you offering meal wise because if it’s haggis I think I’ll pass”

Aaron rolled his Eyes.

“How does steak and chips sound?”

Mack smiled slightly nodding his head.

“Okay I’ll take mine medium rare done on in a grittle pan don’t be shy with the salt”

Aaron raises an eyebrow shaking his head.

“Fine just get your arse inside before I change my mind”

Mackenzie grinned even wider .

“Wouldn’t have it any other way Honey”

“I told you don’t call me that!”

—————

“Hah I won again!”

The Scotsman mocked as he had once again beaten Aaron at Mario carts.

“That’s not fair that turtle always cheats!”

Aaron pouted crossing his arms like spoiled child.

“Aww don’t be like that honey it’s only a game”

Mackenzie grinned as Aaron had that angry expression on his face he found so Adorable

“I told you to stop calling me that”

The older man grinned taking a sip of beer not taking his eyes from the other.

“Yeah and?”

“when I ask you not to you should just listen” Aaron said darkly.

“Yeah?” Mackenzie whispered

“Yeah really” Aaron suggested

Mack but his lip feeling slightly turned on by Aaron’s stern attitude .

“Make me then” he challenged

Aaron narrowed his eyes grinning sinisterly. Moving forward closer to the Scotts face.

“Fine I will”

Suddenly in an instant Mackenzie was on his back laughing his head off. As Aaron had suddenly started to tickle him. Limbs flying all about the place Mackenzie managed to tumble onto the floor bringing Aaron down with him.

Aaron and Mackenzie look at each other for a few seconds trying to catch their breath. The younger man looked at the older one not taking their eyes off one another.

Before Aaron could say anything he felt Mackenzie crash his lips into his.

It lasted for a few seconds before they broke from the kiss to stare awkwardly at one another again.

“Upstairs now” Aaron orders

Mackenzie didn’t need to be told twice as he shot straight up the staircase.

Aaron felt weird as if Something seemed to feel like Deja Vu. Whatever he thought shrugging it off right now he had a hot Scottish bloke upstairs and he wasn’t going to waste that opportunity.

Needless to say it was a good thing Vinny and Liv where away that night ....

#mackenzie boyd #aaron dingle #fanfic #it’s kinda short but meh #requests #slight smut at the end #mackron #emmerdale

[365days365movies]

March 17, 2021: Darby O’Gill and the Little People (1959) (Part One)

Éirinn go Brách! Ireland forever!

Who doesn’t love St. Patrick’s Day? Other than snakes, I guess. Although, for the record, that’s never made any sense. There have NEVER been snakes in Ireland, like, at any point in the geological record. And yeah, I know, “that’s because St. Patrick chased them all away”. Yeah, OK, whatever, hand me a green beer (or a Shamrock Shake; either works for me, gonna be honest).

This is the day where everybody in the USA is an honorary Irish person. And this is coming from a Black dude with distant Scottish ancestry, don’t ask about that last part THAT’S WHERE THE DARK HISTORY IS

...Slavery. ANYHOOOOOOOOOO

Every major city in the USA has a St. Paddy’s Day celebration. Chicago colors its river green, NYC has a massive parade, Boston gets FUCKING DESTROYED every March 17. It’s an American tradition. And you may be wondering why I’m talking about the USA, instead of talking about Ireland. Well, uh...I’m not Irish. And I don’t know enough about their SPD rituals to comment accurately, so I’ll erring on the side of caution, to be honest with you.

Plus, given today’s movie, I actually think it’s somewhat fitting that I’m talking about the American perspective of Irish folklore and traditions. So, with that said...leprechauns.

In Irish folklore, the leipreachán is...barely a thing in early mythology. Yeah, the first appearance of the leprechaun was in a medieval story called Echtra Fergus mac Léti, where a man named Fergus is nearly dragged into the water by three leprechauns, who are water spirits, and tricks them into giving him three wishes. So, uh...WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?

Well, whatever it was, the leprechaun eventually transformed into the green-wearing, gold-hoarding, shoe-fixing, prankster sprite that we know it as. In Irish folklore, it’s one of many MANY different spirits and supernatural beings, but it’s one of the only ones that made it over to the USA. And BOY DID IT. Other than Lucky from Lucky Charms, you’ve also got Warwick Davis’ horror movie version.

There’s also the mascot for the Boston Celtics and the Notre Dame Fighting Irish, not to mention the less-than-great borderline racist association with Irish people by assholes. Honestly, it’s not even borderline. But despite that, it’s still an internationally well-known part of Irish folklore. And part of that renown lies in today’s film, Darby O’Gill and the Little People.

I really should watch more live-action Disney movies one of these years, but this was always going to be the first. A friend of mine always talks about this movie, alongside the film The Happiest Milionaire. You know who you are. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. ALLIGATORS.

But OK, let’s get into it! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

We begin in Rathcullen, a small town in Ireland. A young woman named Katie O’Gill (Janet Munro) is visited by an old woman, the widow Sheelah Sugrue (Estelle Winwood), who impresses upon her the need to get married, as she’s a young woman, and that’s all you can do as a young woman in this time period, other than cleaning house and raising children, of course.

Katie’s a catch, and the talk of the boys of the town, but hasn’t chosen anyone in particular to be wooed by. As they’re having this conversation, the household is visited by Lord Fitzpatrick (Walter Fitzgerald), who’s come to look for her father, the eponymous Darby O’Gill (Albert Sharpe). She goes to get him, as he’s at the inn telling stories. Fitzpatrick walks around the estate, which is his. Darby and Katie simply mind it. When Fitzpatrick comes in, he speaks with widow Sugrue, who IMMEDIATELY BAD TALKS AND BETRAYS THE O’GILLS, in order to promote her own son! FUCK OFF MS. SUGRUE YOU’RE A BAD FRIEND

Her son, Pony Sugrue (Kieron Moore) is a strapping young man, a known brawer, and...well, kind of a dick. In the pub, Darby’s telling stories of a leprechaun that he met once, and Pony mocks him for it. The bartender tells him off, and tells Darby to continue his story. And the story turns into a flashback soon enough.

On a dark night, on a mist-covered mountain, Darby is speaking with the king of the leprechauns, Brian O’Connor (Jimmy O’Dea), having trapped him there with naught but his gaze. He forces Brian to give him three wishes, and he’ll let him go. The wishes are first for his health, then for a large crop of potatoes, and finally, of course, a pot of gold.

However, King Brian asks for his fourth wish, and claims to be a generous man. He asks for three additional pots of gold for three friends. However, this was a trick, as making a fourth wish undoes the rest of them all together. This ends the story, as King Brian does a merry jig and all that. One of the friends that Darby wished for says that he’d never accept the gold, as it comes from the devil himself. Darby says that he’d donate it to the church in his stead. 

But that’s a little awkward, considering the presence of Father Murphy (Denis O’Dea), who’s actually there to get some help in carrying a new bell for the parish. Pony offers his services, but only for cash. Kind of a dick, that Pony. Murphy changes tactics, and kinda manipuates Darby into doing it. But just then, Katie comes in to tell Darby of Fitzpatrick’s visit, and hauls him away from the pub. On the Fitzpatrick estate, the Lord gives a tour to the replacement for Darby, one Michael McBride (Sean Conn...noooo...it can’t be.)

HOLY SHIT IT’S SEAN CONNERY! He was in a Disney movie? Holy shit! And this is before James Bond! So, before playing an English spy, he played an Irishman...and he’s Scottish. Dude, did Connery ever actually play a Scotsman in his career, what the hell?

OK, so Darby and Katie are basically getting kicked out, with Michael set to replace them. After some negotiation of retirement terms, Darby agrees, but doesn’t tell Katie right away. She was born in the house that they’re now being forced to move out of, in about two weeks time. In that time, Michael will stay with them to smooth the transition fully. That night, after dinner, Michael pleads with Darby to tell Katie, but he’s still putting it off for now. Darby goes to his horse, Cleopatra, and heads up a mountain, back to where King Brian was first seen. Cleopatra runs away, though, and Darby goes up the mountain alone. When he catches up to Cleopatra, she’s already at the summit, next to a well glowing gold. And then, uh...she starts to glow.

Cleopatra rears up, and Darby falls to the bottom of the well, which is where he’s found by the eponymous “Little People”, who take him to King Brian himself. There’s a dance going on in front of a large golden throne, with all of the little people in attendance, and King Brian playing a giant bagpipe on the throne itself.

Darby is welcomed in by the king, and allowed to survey the various treasures collected by the little people. The throne, fun fact, once belonged to the throne of King Fergus, from the original myth that originated the leprechaun! Very cool! However, that’s tempered by the new information that he can never leave. This was apparently a favor by King Brian, for spreading the stories of the leprechauns throughout the town, and bringing them fame. This was all meant to prevent Katie from finding out about Darby losing his job.

Seeing that Darby’s upset, King Brian offers him a chance to play a Stradivarius violin, which Darby reluctantly accepts. He plays “The Fox Chase”, a lively tune that’s genuinely quite fun and pleasant to listen to. The little people agree, and dance along with the music as Darby plays. The whole sequence is actually quite impressive and fun. Then, Darby shouts “Gone away”, prompting the lot of them to go on a fox chase on their own tiny horses, in a VERY impressive shot! Seriously, it’s very cool, considering that this is from 1959! 

The little folk, tricked by Darby’s music, leave the lair of Knockasheega on the mountain, leaving Darby alone. He attempts to steal some of their gold, then takes off out of the mountain, escaping the lair. But holes in his pockets cause all the gold to fall out, leaving him with nothing. He finds Cleopatra waiting outside for him, then the two head home once and for all.

Fully expecting Brian to find him again, he prepares for his arrival. Sure enough, King Brian shows up, angry that Darby seems to have spurned his good favor. But Darby, ever the suave talker himself, once again tricks King Brian into drinking an alcohol called poitín, which is also called Mountain Dew. Which is amazing.

As Darby and King Brian Do the Dew, Darby gets King Brian to participate in a singing and rhyming game, called the Wishing Song. And honestly...I’m having a really good fucking time with this movie. It’s folksy, and very heartwarming in tone for whatever reason. I’m just having a real good time with it, y’know?

So, Darby gets Brian good and sozzled, distracting him entirely until the morning. See, in the daylight, leprechauns lose their powers entirely. Darby, decisively with the upper hand as well, uses his cat Ginger to trap Brian. Trapped once again, Brian agrees to grant Darby three more wishes. Having anticipated this, Darby uses his first to make King Brian stay with him while he decides on his wishes. And, to fully ensure that the little king goes nowhere, Darby produces a sack, which he puts the leprechaun in, before shoving him into a chest in the barn.

 Great place to pause, so we can start the second half! See you there!

#Darby O'Gill and the Little People #robert stevenson #walt disney #disney #Disney+ #albert sharpe #janet munro #sean connery #jimmy o'dea #kieron moore #estelle winwood #walter fitzgerald #leprechaun #st. patrick's day #st patricks day #st patricks 2021 #fantasy march #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365days365movies #365 movies a year #mygifs #my gifs #userscerek #disneyedit

[colorsofmyseason]

life at the sidelines

Inspired by Arsenal's 4-2 win against Leeds and this photoset.

Pairing: Nicolas Pepe/Kieran Tierney

Consider this a Valentine Day fic? Lol.

***

No footballer in the world likes to be sidelined. Nico gets that. He knows there are certain reasons why footballers don't get their precious game time, though.

Injuries, for example. Fitness problems might be another. Disciplinary troubles or even blatant falling-out with the manager or the board can also be the cause, though Nico hopes he'll never experience that during his career. Yet he understands that if such things do happen, then you'll definitely be sidelined and nothing you can do about it, so there's no use complaining.

Kieran certainly doesn't share the same sentiment.

"Why can't I play against Leeds??" the Scottish left back complains when Nico goes to see him during one of his rehabilitation sessions.

"KT, you weren't even able to complete one full training session earlier," Nico explains patiently yet amusedly.

The younger man only scowls and kicks a nearby bin in frustration. "Maybe. But I still want to play."

"Don't worry about us," Nico says in a tone that he hopes is reassuring enough. "Cedric has performed well as a left back in your absence, and the kids are thriving as well, we just need to recapture our momentum and…"

Kieran stares at Nico as if the Ivorian winger just said that Manchester City will be relegated that season. "I'm not talking about our team's performance. Well, not completely, at least."

"Then what?" Nico asks, frowning.

Is it only Nico's imagination, or Kieran's actually turning pink? "I...I just want to make sure that Alioski guy doesn't try to do anything weird anymore."

The frown lines on Nico's forehead go deeper as he remembers that incident during their first game against Leeds that season. Ezgjan Alioski had said something that caused Nico's temper to flare up, and he retaliated by headbutting the Leeds left back in the chest, getting himself a red card in the process. And then, after the game, Kieran had taken it upon himself to confront the Macedonian and defend Nico, something which the Ivorian winger was infinitely thankful about.

All the same, as much as the memory warms up his heart, Nico doesn't want Kieran to get in trouble because of him, so he doesn't find it hard to say, "I hope such incidents won't happen again, though. Even if Alioski tries to egg me again this time, I'll just try to shut him up with a goal or two."

Kieran stares at him for a few long seconds before heaving a deep breath, "Are you even going to play?"

"Not as a starter," Nico replies, knowing that despite Kieran's seemingly stinging words, it's a genuine question from the Scotsman, nothing more nothing less. "But I might come off the bench later, and if I do, I'll try my best to shut him up, that's for sure."

Kieran's brown orbs pierce right into him, and for a second Nico feels exposed and vulnerable, but not in a bad way. "Promise??"

Nico nods, short but firm. "Promise."

His teammate's soft, yet genuine smile afterwards is enough to send shivers all over his body, and he promises himself to score a hattrick next time if that's what it takes to see that smile again.

-

In the end, he doesn't play. They won the game quite comfortably, with Auba scoring a hattrick and Hector adding another, and despite Leeds scrambling to score two goals past an infuriated Bernd in the second half, Arsenal managed to hold onto their lead until the referee blew the final whistle. Nico's a little disappointed that Mikel chose Willian over him to replace Emile, but the result is good enough for them to get back to the top half of the table, and he gets a little satisfaction seeing Alioski getting substituted shortly after the second half started.

He still texts Kieran after the game, though.

I'm sorry I didn't get to play today, he types in apology to the Scotsman.

Kieran's reply comes quicker than he's predicted. It's okay, Mikel's the one who controls the substitutions, not you. What did you say to Alioski earlier?

What are you talking about?

Don't play dumb. He passed by you when he's being taken out and you're warming up earlier, no??

Nico has to bite back a grin at that. So Kieran did watch the game and notice that particular moment. The Macedonian was certainly frustrated at his failure to stop Bukayo causing mayhem all over Leeds' penalty area, and Nico didn't really have the heart to add on his misery back then. So he only replies in complete honesty, I didn't say anything to him.

You're too nice, Nico.

I'd rather not cause any trouble.

He can almost imagine Kieran's quiet scoff when the Scotsman answers again, Good game from you guys though, if you can keep it up, we might be able to keep the title race going.

Thank you. Hoping you'll recover soon, though. Can't wait to link up with you again.

There's a longer pause this time, though Nico can see that Kieran has read his text, and he's starting to wonder whether he needs to check if Kieran's alright when finally the younger replies, a little cheekily, On the pitch, off it, or both?

And Nico's sure that the fire creeping over his cheeks isn't caused by the heating system in the room. 

***

#fanfiction #football fanfiction #football fic #fic #fanfic #football fanfic #arsenal fanfiction #nicolas pepe/kieran tierney #nicolas pepe #kieran tierney #arsenal #arsenal fc #can be set within my supernatural au or not #fic dump #random ideas #unusual ship #I'm sorry #queued #my works

[boldly-kirk]

The Big Post About All My Playlists

now that star trek has consumed my life, i’ve been pretty set on making playlists for every character i can think of one for ! this is super self-indulgent, but if the prospect of star trek character playlists interests you too, here’s a big masterpost of sorts for these.

To Boldly Go... 💫 (James T. Kirk)

This is a high energy playlist, with predominately pop & alt pop music. Some of the bands/singers/songwriters on the playlist are The Happy Fits, Bad Suns, and COIN. The songs often have themes of enjoying yourself/enjoying life, being loyal and willing to fight for what and who you care about, having a lot of aspirations, and a lot of love to give. Here’s 3 songs from the playlist, to showcase The Vibes™️:

Go Dumb by The Happy Fits

Wishful Thinking by BENEE

I’m Not Having Any Fun by Bad Suns

Fascinating. 🖖 (S’chn T’gai Spock)

Spock’s playlist is more slow and chill, though at times the songs can be bursting at the seams with emotion. The songs on it are mostly neo-folk and alternative music. Bastille, Florence + The Machine, and The Narcissist Cookbook are the predominant singers/songwriters/bands on the playlist. Songs on this playlist tend to have themes of longing, emotional vulnerability, and reflection not only about oneself but also of ones surroundings and of other people. Here’s 3 songs from the playlist that capture its essence:

Down The Line by José González

Let’s Talk About Feelings by Joywave

MOTH by The Narcissist Cookbook

I’m a Doctor, Not a... 🦴 (Leonard “Bones” McCoy)

The playlist for McCoy is full of ups and downs with lots of songs tending to have a faster melody but lots that are slower, though one thing is certain: all of the songs are country (maybe an occasional soft rock song, too). The predominant bands/singers/songwriters included are Jerry Reed, Bruce Springsteen, and Lynyrd Skynyrd. Most of the songs included in the playlist explore themes of moving away and leaving your hometown, enjoying the countryside, and standing your ground. 3 songs that would best sum up the playlist are:

Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time) by Elton John

Southern Nights by Glen Campbell

When You’re Hot, You’re Hot by Jerry Reed

I’ll Protect You, Fair Maiden! 🤺 (Hikaru Sulu)

Full of high energy songs and tunes perfect for dancing, Sulu’s playlist is mostly dance-electronic music and dance-pop. Some notable singers/songwriters/bands on the playlist are Junior Senior, Vantage, and Fitz and the Tantrums. The themes of the music are the typical kind for dance music: having a good time, enjoying yourself, and just vibing. Here are 3 songs from the playlist that show off its vibes:

It’s Good to See You Again!! by Adrianwave

Stunnin’ (feat. Harm Franklin) by Curtis Waters

Fool by Fitz and The Tantrums

Sorry, Neither 📕 (Nyota Uhura)

This playlist is a badass playlist, no question about it: the songs are high energy with an uplifting and sometimes intense tone, varying from pop to R&B/soul. Qveen Herby, Ava Max, and Doja Cat dominate this playlist. The themes of the music focus on being a badass woman, loving yourself, and enjoying your day with some good tunes. Here’s 3 songs from the playlist that really show the vibes:

Just Fine by Mary J. Blige

Trophy Girl by Qveen Herby

Good Thing (with Kehlani) by Zedd

Flawlessly Logical ⚔️ (T’pring)

T’pring‘s playlist is nothing short of cold, ruthless, and sharp, with most songs on the playlist being alternative/indie. The most prominent singers/songwriters/bands on the playlist are Miya Folick, Screaming Females, and Mitski. Themes explored in the songs are power and control, emotional out-pouring, and starkness. 3 songs that truly fit T’Pring’s personality in the best way songs could, are:

Bite The Hand by Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers, and Lucy Dacus

End of My Bloodline by Screaming Females

Trouble Adjusting by Miya Folick

Applying Psychology 💉 (Christine Chapel)

This playlist has a focus on soft, calming, and soothing music with the major genres being piano and ambience songs; these are the types of songs you’d hear being played in sickbay when no one else is there. Moira Kent, Rand Aldo, and Baths are some of the reoccurring artists on the playlist. There are no themes explored in the songs given that most songs don’t have any lyrics. 3 notable songs are:

Aminals by Baths

Unseen Forces by Justin Walter

Everyday Peace by Moira Kent

The Tsar of All the Russias 🇷🇺 (Pavel Chekov)

Chekov’s playlist is less about consistant vibes and more about consistant themes, that theme being Russia, of course. All of the songs on the playlist relate to that core theme, and tend to be pop music. Singers/songwriters/bands of note from the playlist are Prince, The Beastles, and The Toasters. The themes are usually the cold war, russian history, and visiting Moscow. 3 of my favorite songs from the playlist are:

Night Train to Moscow by The Toasters

Rasputin by Boney M.

Moskau by Dschinghis Khan

Scotty, You Have the Con🍺 (Montgomery “Scotty” Scott)

Like Chekov’s playlist, Scotty’s is about one thing in particular, though admittedly it’s more like it’s own genre of music: Irish & Scottish drinking songs, which keep it entertaining with their high energy. Some singers/songwriters/bands included are Flogging Molly, The Dubliners, and Sallymacs. Themes of the songs vary, but there will always be a good narrative to follow. Here’s 3 songs that effectively show off the vibes of the playlist:

Devil’s Dance Floor by Flogging Molly

Beer, Beer, Beer by The Clancy Brothers

The Drunken Scotsman by Sallymacs

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[undead-notunreasonable]

Happy Drac-O-Ween || Part 11 of 31 ||

“What a disgusting, vile, hideous creature! Then again, you can’t help that you’re Scottish can you?” Dracula grinned wildly as he eyed the man, now lying on the floor of the room. There was no point the man screaming out for help of any kind, not only was his mouth duct taped shut (thank you, Elizabeth!) but Dracula made sure that the man saw no sign of any other kind of undead life within the walls of his temporary home. The excitement that were building within the vampire was now & spilling over, shown in the form of how he played with his food. He paced around, teasing with cruel comments, throwing the odd theory of how he was going to kill the other, and right now, he were sitting atop the Scotsman, trailing long fingernails down his exposed skin, trailing the marks of veins, electrified breath tickling at his neck. “I wonder what you taste like?” he hissed, voice catching as he choked on the air between them “You’re a Scotsman, probably whiskey, oh I do hope you’ve only drunk the finest of blends, I’d hate it if you drank that Jack Daniels waste of space.” both hands came up to lightly scratch at his neck. 

The stranger had a look of pain on his face, fear anguished him, staring at his surroundings as this man toyed with him. He’d just wish he’d get it over with, the playfulness of his demeanour was torture & he hadn’t even harmed a hair on his head. Yet. As the creature tickled at his throat, he let out a pained cry. Why was he waiting to kill him? Why didn’t he just get it over with like he promised outside? 

Oh. Just listen to that sweet sound of blood pumping through his veins. He practically purred, cradling his ear closer to his heart, grinning at the sound of that life within him. Who knew how long Elizabeth had the Count tied up to the bed but how he was going to absolutely relish in bleeding him dry. With another cry weeping out of his dinner, Dracula sat upright, giving him a playful pout “No no no, don’t you dare be frightened. This will only hurt for but a moment.” the vampires words came out of his lips in a sing song fashion, almost mocking the mans terror. “Haven’t you mortals always wondered what it’s like to die?” he asked sincerely, gathering the mans hands in his “You’re about to find out.” another flash of a grin, baring the fangs that would rip this man from the world.

And rip they did. Dracula wasn’t even careful about it, he needed to get into that throat, wanting to take every drop he could manage, not wanting to spill any. Then again, have you ever tried to drink the blood of a man as it burst out of the jugular? You’re not going to be clean & you’re kidding yourself if you think you can do better. That life that pooled into him, how that hot burning ruby liquid filled him, feeling the way the blood would travel the course of his dead veins, his body tingling as it fills with hopes & dreams of a Gravedigger. The Count couldn’t let the man die with the hope of living. Dracula tore himself away from his throat, red eyes boring down on the other, his own blood dripping from the vampires chin onto the Scotsman’s face. How he snarled down at him, showing off the horror that truly existed in the world. He wasn’t just a storybook character, wasn’t something that had changed & evolved within movies, there was nothing sparkly or romantic about a blood sucking monster. He was dark, he was grotesque, he was killing him. That realisation was now sinking into him as was the blood into the vampire. He was going to die, he was going to go missing & be forgotten. The true dread of humanity was to go missing & that was about to come true. His eyes filled with tears that this was the end & there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t just take a paracetamol & he’d be gone.   Good, the man realised there was no hope, that his body was now his, that’s just the way it has to be. It’s better to be your true self with humans, they had a strange coping mechanism built within them. No matter how bad things would get for them, there was always hope sparkling within them. It’s why you see the begger asking for money, that small hope to turn money into food, into living. Humans always had hope. Dracula was a realist, if you’re going to die, you may as well die knowing one of the greatest secrets, die knowing what is killing you. Blind killings were for cowards. Another snarl & hiss mixed with spit & blood came from the Count, before wrapping his mouth around his previous wound. Still just as good evening for a dull life, still smoky & teeming with life. His tongue lapped him up, licking stripes along the skin were some had missed his mouth. Miles, his name was Miles. Dracula ran his cheek along Miles’ own, fangs hanging just above the mans lips as he spoke in whispered tone “Miles” his bloodied nose painted on the others “Your unremarkable life is soon to be over, I don’t think you quite understand how much that means to me” his rubied tongue lapped lightly at the others upper lip “Though, I think you may have an inkling of an idea.” a low laugh escaped him. “Thank you for your service, Miles. Time to go.” The satiated vampire buried his fangs into the Scotsman one final time. Losing himself in complete ecstasy, collecting the final few memories of a pointless man.

As they rolled down his throat, blood drunken eyes threw up to the ceiling, dizzying himself with such a full meal in one sitting. Yes, of course he’d killed a whole gaggle of nuns before with no problem, except maybe a few pieces of flesh between his teeth for days however you must remember, he’d been entirely drained of blood. It’s like a body suddenly cutting out sugar for days on end, you feel weak, shaky, paranoid, and then suddenly you get a hit of hit, it’s like your body has started to suddenly work in overdrive, something just clicks & you’re back within the world again. 

Dracula admired his work again, seeing just how he’d butchered the man’s throat, pieces of flesh hanging down & slumping on the floor. Not his finest but definitely his thirstiest. What’s better even, Miles himself had actually saved him the task of digging a grave. At least he died knowing there was a special place for him within the place he worked. There’s no need to judge, he was going to end up there some day regardless. Dracula only had to half the work & that was to rebury him. He wasn’t so different from humans after all, he too liked a ready meal that’s only requirement is to toss away the packaging when you’re finished with it. 

#god it's hard trying to imagine what tearing at someones throat & what blood is like for a vampire #I did my best lads #Drac-O-Ween #Claes Bang #Halloween #Halloween Writing #31 Days of Halloween #31 days of horror #31 days of october #31 days challenge #Dracula #BBC Dracula #Horror writing #Dracula fanfiction #Dracula fiction #Dracula Fangfiction

[gothicwidowsworld]

Lewis Capaldi #27

Requested by @megandonaldson hope you enjoy it x

This had to be a mistake, life had to be fucking with her. It had to be her recent lack of sleep that led to her eyes playing tricks on her. But no no matter how tightly Y/N closed her eyes the two pink lines didn’t fade not even an inch. If anything with each passing second of fear the lines seemed to grow clearer. 

Sure they had been careful but she still ended up here. Young and alone as time seemed to march on without her. Well that was a bit dramatic. She wasn’t alone but god did she feel it. The closing of the front door awoke her from her dream like haze. “Y/N you home?” Lewis called shutting the door with his foot due to his hands being full. Placing the tesco bag down Lewis frowned at the silence that greeted him before checking to see if her usual worn down sneakers lay in their predictable mess. “Y/N?” Lewis called again his Scottish accent seemed to always grow stronger when he was concerned. Wiping her red eyes hurriedly the y/h/c girl scrambled to look her normal happy self. “There you are.” the slightly older male grinned not even waiting for a response before he swept the girl up into his arms. Half heartedly Y/N hugged back her mind still trying to take in the new information she had received. Pulling back Lewis frowned again, his light eyes checking her over for a sign well for anything really to tell him what was wrong. Choking back the tears Y/N smiled weakly hoping the fake smile would keep his questions at bay until she knew what she wanted to do. It’s not that she didn’t want a child with Lewis it was more the fact that this meant growing up and being responsible for another human being. A human who would need protecting and nurture from a world that could be so cruel in a heartbeat. Plus what would Lewis think. 

His album had only been released a year ago and there was so much more he could accomplish without a child holding him back. “Okay what’s wrong?” Lewis questioned softly not wanting to upset the girl more. “I’m so sorry Lew” Y/N whispered barely managing to look him in the face. “I’ve ruined your life.” the girl continued her breath catching. Panic flooded the males face not at the statement but more at how worked up the girl was getting. “Don’t be silly love.” Lewis comforted as he led her to sit down. Shaking her head wilding Y/N couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears “No you don’t understand I’ve ruined your life forever.” Coughing awkwardly Lewis enveloped her in a hug, his hand wondering to stroke her back soothingly out of habit. “I’m sure you haven’t… in fact I'm positive you haven’t.” He stated softly. Sighing the y/h/c girl took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” half expecting a screaming match to begin Y/N seemed to curl into herself. Laughing Lewis pulled her closer to his warm chest. “Is that all?” He added the internal panic fading. Frowning Y/N raised an eyebrow brushing a lock of her hair out of her face. “What do you mean is that all?” She questioned, half surprised and half concerned about how the Scotsman seemed to blow off the bombshell she had just dropped. “Sweetheart you made it sound like the world was ending.” Lewis chuckled again. “So you’re not mad?” Y/N asked practically in disbelief. Now it was his turn to shake his head wildly, his brown dishevelled hair bouncing happily. “Of course I’m not mad. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t say this is exactly what I wanted. Granted maybe not this early but nothing’s perfect.” Kissing the girl lightly Lewis smiled at her, his bright orbs shining aglow with delight. 

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[writinglionqueen]

Ref-fed

Summary: Drew in a ref tank top was something we all didn’t know we needed or wanted until the SmackDown of 7-23-19. He’s a handsy ref and you just wanted to punch him in the face....even though it makes your heart stammer and your cheeks hot. But he’s playing a game...but so are you.

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader (kinda)     

Word Count: 1,382

Warnings: Drew’s a handsy ref and you want to wipe his smug smirk off his face. 

Special Thanks: To all of you. I now have made it to 500 followers within the last 7 months I’ve had this account. You’re all so amazing and put a smile on my face when you admire my works the way you do. I can’t thank each and ever one of you enough. I am so honored....really I am. I never thought that writing fanfics would be a thing I do as a side hobby. But I do it for each and every single one of you who reads my works. Thanks again! -Bri

A bagpipe filled theme song blared throughout the arena, making you turn towards the aisle the special guest referee to find the Scottish Psychopath coming down the aisle. Drew smirked as he strolled towards the ring like he owned it. The black and white stripes he wore was a slap in the face to you. Who was he to dare referee this match just to spite you?

His smirk was aimed at you as he pointed to the WWE patch on the shirt...as if you didn’t know why the fuck he was here. You glared at him as he climbed into the ring, squaring off with you even though your opponent was waiting in the corner, amused that you were more against the ref than against her. 

“Ya can’t touch me, princess,” he reminded. “I’m the ref.” You growled at him. He just smirked on as he moved towards your opponent, asking if they were ready which they were, amusingly so. Drew looked at you before he signaled the timekeeper to ring the bell and start the match. Your glare for the Scotsman turned your attention away from your opponent long enough for them to get on the attack first. 

They tried to put you into an early submission. Drew watching on from a few feet away, crouching down to watch the fight. He was chuckling as he watch you struggle to get back to your feet, writhing out of the hold. 

You growled. 

Drew’s smugness made you want to work harder, win faster just so you can punch the fucker in the face. 

You got out of the hold, pushing your opponent off of you. They pushed you back. It made you growl before Drew moved between the both of you. 

“Come on you two break it up,” he said, keeping the two of you at the length of his arms. Drew smirked at you, making your belly swoop. 

Why was he smiling like that?

You tried to glare at him, but your opponent was quick. They ran at you, punching you into the corner of the ring. They held you there as Drew watched before he wanted to break it up. Again, he physically put himself between the two of you. He pushed your opponent away. But they taunted you as Drew held you back. 

With a frustrated growl, you tried to lunge for them, but the Scotsman caught you around the waist, holding you back as you thrashed and fought him. 

“Let me go!” you yelled at him. 

“I’m the ref and you’re gonna listen to me,” he said to you. The way he said it, in his low voice, on the very edge of a growl had you shivering in his hold. “Ya good now?” You nodded slowly. He put you back down on your feet. You looked at him as if you needed his permission to continue the match. He waved his hand towards your opponent, smirking. An obvious gesture to continue. 

You shook your head, trying to wipe away the image of his smirk that stuck around....like an etch-a-sketch. 

You were on the attack this time. You were able to land a few punches, until you stunned them close to the apron of the ring. With a smile, you delivered a superkick to them, sending them over the ropes. They crashed down to the floor below the ring. 

The crowd began to cheer as you started to bounce on your toes. Your intent was obvious. You were going to fly. 

You ran to the other end of the ring, using the ropes to propel you forward but an arm scooping you up and, almost spinning as it collided with your forward motion had you confused. You looked at Drew who held you, settling you back down in the ring, right in front of him. 

You were seething as he smirked at you, shaking his head as his hand traveled from the middle of your back...and down. He almost cupped your ass in a large hand until you pushed him away, hard. 

“Back off,” you growled at him. 

His head leaned back as it was obvious that he wasn’t expecting you to push him away like that. But the bastard was chuckling. 

The crowd was a mess, though. They were probably expecting you to punch him now. 

You wanted to. You wanted his smug ass smirk wiped off his face for good.... But you also wanted to kiss him.

There was just something about being pressed to his body, wrapped in one of his thick arms, and him making you just absolutely frustrated was getting to you. 

You really didn’t know if you wanted to kick the shit out of him or kiss him right then and there. 

But you opponent getting up outside of the ring took your attention away from the Scotsman. You looked between Drew and your opponent. You side eyed the Scotsman as you crawled out of the ring slowly. You just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to jump you. You gripped your opponent who was trying to stagger to their feet. Drew started the countdown to get back in the ring. 

You needed some pay back. You needed to get the ref frustrated. 

You smirked at him before knocking your opponent’s head into the apron. You smirked at him as your opponent fell back to the ground. 

Drew got to 8 before you quickly climbed back under the bottom rope and slunk back outside. It was only to keep the match going...but....you had to admit...it was funny to see him look angry.  

“Come on,” Drew growled before restarting his count. You smirked at him, pressing the bottom of your boot into your opponent’s shoulders, keeping them down. Drew’s amused eyes turned sour. That made you smile. He got to 9 before you scrambled into the ring. You smirked at Drew as you passed him by, heading over to the other side of the ring. You climbed onto the ropes, sitting there to wait for your opponent to return to the ring. Drew looked between the two of you, noticing that your opponent wasn’t getting back up any easier. Drew got to 9 before he stopped his count. 

It made you confused. You raised your eyebrow at him as he left the ring and lifted your opponent. He had them in his arms at yours and the crowd’s expense. With a growl you jumped off the ropes and ran over to where he was before dive kicking him and your opponent. 

Drew fell back. The two of them crashing to the floor. You stood to your full height, watching Drew’s smug expression burn away with his frustration at you. He growled as he stood up, looking to you. 

“I’m the ref, you can’t touch me,” he growled at you. “What I say goes.” But you...you could only smirk as the tides had changed. He was now the one that was frustrated. He was falling into your hands.

You didn’t say a word to him. You just smiled, lifting a hand and motioning for Drew to enter the ring with you. His scowl didn’t diminish as he climbed back into the ring slowly. 

It all just too easy. 

With quick reflexes, you landed a superkick to his chest, making him fall back to the floor of the ring. 

It made the crowd go berserk as they began to chant their thanks to you. Drew staggered to his feet before he signaled the timekeeper to call the match. The announcer acknowledged your lost. However, that made you smile more. 

There was nothing at steak. Drew was almost seething though. He moved fast towards the ring. 

Being smart, you got the hell out of the ring and towards the aisle, smirking at Drew as you headed towards gorilla. You observed the way he watched you. Like an animal on the hunt. You gave him a wicked smile before you disappeared, leaving him to simmer in whatever anguish he was in. 

If he wanted to play a game...then two can play. 

Whatever he wanted, you’d find out. 

He thought he was playing a game of cat and mouse...but it wasn’t like that at all. 

It was a game between two cats...and it had barely begun. 

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#drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre x reader #such mass #wwe #wwe fic #maybe redo

[canyonmoonlily]

| mixtape |

side 1, track 1:

Elderberry Wine | Elton John

It was always something.

Y/N could never enjoy herself for long. Between rapid fire texts from her (recovering) alcoholic mother and a splitting headache from all the crying she’d done reading them—the happiness she’d felt onstage with her band an hour ago had completely dissipated.

She stumbled her way back into the bar, her bandmates on opposite ends of the dimly lit room. It was not far from where they’d filmed a performance on the Jimmy Fallon show in New York City. A small, hole in the wall place filled with other celebrities. None who paid any mind to the now puffy-eyed girl reentering—except for the Scotsman who’d been sneaking glances at her all night.

Richard was promoting Marvel’s newest batch of superhero movies, the Eternals— a movie he’d been working for the better half of the year on. An interview with Fallon gave him the perfect opportunity to both visit one of his favorite cities and do his job. He was vaguely familiar with the small upstart of a band, The Strangers. He’d never really paid too much attention to the shifting music industry. He liked what he liked and that was that, he had no interest in trends.

When the three girls stepped out onto the stage he’d just finished his interview with Jimmy. He intended to make his way back to his dressing room—get an early start for the next morning but the opening notes of their song caught his ear. One of the three was sat at the piano, a little blonde with a dazzling smile and a pixie-like air. Another taller brunette began singing and moving around the stage, so much so that he didn’t notice the third woman until she opened her mouth.

Dancing around in a little blue sundress on stage, the girl delivered the notes with the ease and grace of a seasoned performer, though she seemed rather young. Richard was in awe of her voice, the brightness of her big, blue eyes—and painfully aware of the little smirk playing on her full lips. The little sundress did nothing to hide the curves of her hips and exposed enough of her breasts to have any man looking for the nearest restroom. Her eyes met his from time to time throughout their set, he had to fight back grinning at her like an idiot. There was something so joyful about the little upstart of a band’s performance, a contagious energy. With her thick, waist length curls and big doe eyes Richard was certainly smitten. Maybe fate had let him land this interview for more than just a visit to New York City.

Y/N had been oblivious to Richard’s presence and his searing glances all night. The lights on Jimmy’s stage had been far too bright for her to see any of the audience or techies side stage. She could certainly hear them though. Now, however, she was consumed with troubling thoughts prompted by her mother, once again, blowing up on her. After about 20 minutes of fighting back tears outside, she had opted to just shut her phone off altogether—no use in feeding into her mother’s vicious mind games and manipulation. I’m 22 now, I gotta grow up and learn to live without her validation at some point, she grumbled internally.

She stomped over to the bar, ordering a little strawberry drink despite the voice in the back of her head warning her not to drown her sorrows in booze. Y/N was living out her wildest dreams with two of her best friends. She had no reason to still feel so alone.

Richard watched her enter the bar, drained of the energy he’d seen on stage. After shooting Taron a quick text of his location, Richard approached her with as much confidence as he could muster.

“You were amazing onstage, tonight,” came a raspy, Scottish accent to Y/N’s right. The dimly lit room combined with his deep rasp giving her goosebumps.

“Oh! Uh, thanks,” she turned smiling to—Richard Madden? Y/N had seen most of his work, but he was about 30x more beautiful in person. It was like seeing Robb Stark come back to life, the alcohol in her system and his closeness making her heart rate speed up. He returned her smile tenfold, his dimples and bright blue eyes dizzying.

“Uh—your, your voice,” Richard stuttered, losing himself in the moment, “it’s gorgeous. Couldn’t believe something so powerful came out of someone your size.” His awkward little chuckle was contagious, Y/N humming along.

“What? I don’t seem every powerful to you?” she deadpanned suddenly. Her blue eyes narrowed but Richard immediately caught on.

“Well, most of the five feet tall women I’ve encountered, even those with enormous, muscular physiques such as yours,” y/n chuckled at this, “don’t have vocal chords that powerful. You, ma’am, are a rare gem.”

Despite the playfulness of his comments, y/n had to suppress a blush. She wanted to pull him closer, his shoulders rather broad in person, his full lips screaming to meet her own. Had she not been drinking on an empty stomach she might have been alarmed at her sudden sexual thoughts. She opened her mouth to respond when his phone began ringing loudly. He glanced at the name, eyebrows furrowing.

“Hold on, i have to take this. My friend is terrible with directions,” he started before Y/N cut him off with a soft reassurance that she’d wait, in exchange for a drink. He beamed at her, a jovial glint in his blue eyes before making his way to the exit.

Y/n turned back in her seat, smiling like an idiot to herself. She was unsure whether it was the alcohol or Richard that to had this strange effect on her, turning her into a smiley, giggle-y mess. Probably his eyes, she thought. Or the accent.

Y/N continued sipping on her drink, looking around the bar for her bandmates, finding them in a booth over in the corner. She flipped Miranda off, the pixie like blonde sticking her tongue out before chugging another shot and immediately gagging. Y/N snorted, amateur.

All was well in the world until she felt a hand pulling on her from the left, a man’s breath in her ear.

“Hey, doll,” slurred what sounded like a drunk college frat boy in her ear. She yanked her arm from his grip and pushed him away, snarling.

“Back the fuck up, buddy. Not interested.” Y/N’s eyes and voice holding a venemous tone as she looked the assailant in the eyes. A shaggy looking blonde who was clearly out of his mind drunk.

He pouted. “Oh come on, baby. Lighten up a little.”

“You’ve got about 5 seconds before I start yelling.”

“Oh really?” The man drunkenly smirked, “didn’t peg you as a screamer.” He moved impossible closer, she could smell the vodka sodas on his breath and had to bite back the vomit.

“Okay. Nope. Not doing this.” She hopped down from the barstool, only getting a step in before he put his arms on either side of her, caging her against it.

“A little game of Cat and Mouse. I like it, baby.” He giggles. Stupid, entitled fucker.

“Woah—mind your personal space, mate,” came the angelic Scottish accent of her savior. Y/N hadn’t noticed him approaching. The drunk creep dropped his arms and turned to face Richard.

“You’re here with this pretty boy?” He slurred angrily, his head nodding in Richard’s direction. Sensing the aggressive undertones Richard stepped in between the two.

“Yes. She is.” Y/N didn’t say a word, enjoying her view from behind Richard—his jaw clenching, eyes narrowing. He glared at the drunk for a few seconds before turning away and back toward Y/N.

She smiled and let out a shy thanks.

“You know what? fuck you, slut!” was the last thing y/n heard from the creep before being soaked in wine. She hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding a drink and now, she was wearing it. Richard’s fist immediately connected with the bastard’s jaw. An audible crunch sounded and everyone around them stopped and gawked. Y/N just froze until she felt Richard’s hands around her waist, urging her towards the exit.

“Come on, let’s get ye out of here,” he murmured softly in her ear. She just nodded, stumbling out of the bar with him, leaving the injured drunk and the judgmental eyes of the other bar-goers.

The cool September air nipped at her skin and nearly froze her soaked form to the bone. Wearing a sundress at the start of fall in New York City? Y/N wasn’t sure if she’d made a brave or just plain stupid choice in attire.

After calling his driver, Richard shrugs off his denim jacket and wraps it around her shoulders, the wine had drenched the poor girl beside him. She looked up at him gratefully, a small smile playing upon her lips despite her condition.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says quietly.

“Well I don’t want you to catch your death out here,” he smiled, eyes twinkling. His hair was styled up and he was almost clean shaven, a rare look for the Brit. Y/N couldn’t help her lingering stare, admiring the all black clothing he’d worn beneath the denim jacket. This man, this beautiful man she’d only just met had knocked the shit out of some guy over her.

“I was talking about what you did to that guy in the bar. You didn’t have to punch him,” she started, then smiled, “But I’m glad you did.”

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” Richard chuckled, reaching for her hand before he could stop himself.

She accepted it without hesitation, allowing his hand to envelop her much smaller one.

“I grew up with 4 younger brothers, I can’t tell you how many times we first fought,” Y/N snorts at the memories. “I think the last time we came to blows I was 16 and it was Christmas Eve.”

Richard laughs at the thought of her in a fight, she definitely didn’t look like type.

His driver pulls up in an all black Sudan, Richard opening the door to let Y/N in. She smiles gratefully and climbs in, telling the driver her address. Richard notices she sits in the center seat, hoping it’s because she wanted to be close to him. He couldn’t help the dull ache of longing in his chest every time a smile lit up her pretty face.

“Richard! Oh my god your hand,” Y/N gasps when she sees the bloodied flesh of his right hand after buckling himself in. That guy must’ve had a steel plate in his face.

“Oh,” Richard laughed as he looked down at it. He’d been so focused on Y/N he hadn’t felt the dull throb of his bloodied knuckles. Y/N grabbed the hand gently with her own, her eyebrows pushed together in concern.

As they arrived at her apartment building, she insisted Richard come inside to let her take care of his hand—not that he would’ve refused had she given him the chance to.

.....

“Okay, this is probably going to hurt,” she warned him as she grabbed the rubbing alcohol from beneath her sink. “But I’ve got something that should help with the pain.” A mischievous smile spread across her face as she pulled a bottle of Elderberry Wine from the fridge.

“Oh now it’s a party,” Richard laughed as Y/N poured each of them a glass. Though his laugh was cut short as she doused his first in the antiseptic.

“I’m so sorry, you’re probably going to hate me by the time we finish,” y/n winced as he groaned in pain, stopping to take a swig of the wine. “It’s going to be a long night.”

...

Even sat upon the counter in your kitchen, Richard towered over you. Both of you were beyond drunk at this point, though you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the heat of his body so close to yours that had your skin on fire. He was standing in between your legs, his head nuzzled in your neck as he wheezed through his laughter. You can’t even remember what you were both laughing about at this point.

Suddenly he stops, realizing he’d invaded your personal space and pulled back. You want to stop him but your thoughts are such a jumbled up mess that you can’t think of how to.

“You still have wine all over,” his brows furrowed, blue eyes flashing in concern and something else? His pointer finger grazing the skin along your chest that now seemed to be stained with the pervert at the bar’s wine. “It might stain.”

“It’s no matter, not like anyone will be seeing me naked anytime soon,” you shrugged nonchalantly. This caused Richards breath to hitch and your cheeks to burn at the admission.

“And...and why is that?”

“Uh,” a nervous chuckle leaves your throat, “not many people want to see me naked I guess.” You can’t meet his eyes anymore.

“Bold of you to assume I haven’t been fantasizing about seeing what’s beneath that little dress of yours since you stepped onto Jimmy’s stage tonight,” he slurred without a second thought.

“Richard!” You gasp, but suddenly filled with confidence.

“What? I was just being hone—“

“Kiss me.”

The man doesn’t need to be told twice, his lips meet yours with an unbridled passion. All you can feel is bliss and his hands desperately pulling you closer.

okay so the next part will contain some dom!richard smut. let me know if you’re enjoying it so far and if you want me to continue. I’m very new to writing and still learning. I have lots of exciting things planned for this au though. Thanks for reading!

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