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SEBASTIAN STAN and SHAILENE WOODLEY in ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS (2019) dir. Drake Doremus
Can someone give me some ideas to write about Matthew Lillard characters? 🥺 I want to write about Tim Laflour, Stevo Levy, Stu Macher, Doug Van Housen, Dennis Rafkin, Tim from The Curve, Jerry Conlaine, Billy Brubaker, Shaggy Rogers and obviously William Afton ✨ Maybe other Matthew's characters, if you request it? 🤭 (I think it's important to say that I only write with fem!Reader or GN!Reader <3)
Paper clip nails because Matthew Lillard does whatever he wants
Animal Room (1995)
Things l Love About The Joy Ride Movies
• First up, the most obvious — Rusty’s voice. All three movies chose three great actors that are delicious to listen to on and off a CB radio.
• Ken Kirzinger who played Rusty in 3 was Mark Gibbon’s stunt double in 2.
• “How’s my little hussy?” #2 — Had me giggling and kicking my feet.
• “Hey, little girl.” #2 — Rusty makes all the boys his bitches (I may or may not have a fic in mind with Rusty fucking Bobby and a virgin!female!reader together in his barn and then kind of adopts them as his new pets).
• “No rush, no rush.” — #2 I can see him saying this in bed when you get all worked up and need a minute to calm down.
• This interview with Rusty — #2 I turned the brightness up and at some parts you can tell Rusty is smiling and he looks so precious even though he’s talking about killing people.
• The way Rusty’s hands shake when giving Bobby the dice — #2 I imagine that they shake when he gets really excited so it also happens when he’s getting ready to fuck you and he has to grip/hold something to get them to stop.
• “Get wet for me.” — #2 You don’t have to tell me twice, Rusty.
• “Where you at, baby?” #3 — *wheezes* I’M RIGHT HERE
• “I don’t party, little girl.” #3 — Because you’re old and miserable?
• When Rusty moves the hair out of Jewel’s eyes when he’s demanding her to plead on video. #3 — He should have kept her alive so he could have her all to himself. Imagine Rusty stealing not just your car (ironic in itself) but also your girl too.
• “Anyone out there know a Candy Cane?” — #1 This man spent all day looking for someone who stood him up and I can’t be certain if he was mad or not when he was asking for her the second time, but I am pretty sure he fell in love over the radio and my heart can’t take it because it was all a prank. He just wanted to find his Candy Cane :(
• “I’m not sure I’d be what you’d expect.” — #1 He’s so shy and awkward and probably has a praise kink. BUT when he starts getting comfortable enough, he’ll take control and have you coming undone.
• “What room?” #1 — I don’t know if Ted meant to do this or if I am hearing things but it really does sound like Rusty’s voice gets huskier when saying this because he can’t fucking wait to meet Candy Cane alone in a motel room and you damn well know he stood there fiddling with the bag carrying the champagne because he was so nervous.
• Rusty’s hand veins.
• His character as a whole makes the brat in me want to come out. Totally have not pictured myself getting punished by all three Rustys at the same time because Matthew, Mark, and Ken can GET IT.
• All three versions of Rusty are big boys and if you’re into big boys then you would love Rusty Nail. He’d keep you so warm and safe and would kill anyone who looked at you wrong. Literal poster boy for ‘hates everyone except you’.
This scene where junior(Leatherface) was trying to learn some words made me soo sad. It just shows that he's a pretty innocent guy, just manipulated by his psycho family. And the fact that the computer was showing a clown but he keeps answering 'food. 🥲
LOOK AT HIM GETTING FRUSTRATED!😫
came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat
my babyboy
I Know Loving Me Is A Nightmare
POV: After waking you up from yet another nightmare, Bucky starts to cry, saying he knows that being married to him is a lot and that maybe you should both sleep in separate beds.
Ambience suggestions: I prefer you read this at night, cozied up in bed of course :) <3 <3
A/N: I loved exploring this pov. I can see Bucky thinking of himself as a burden and keeping you awake because of his nightmares would just tear him apart. But I find it comforting when y/n reassures him. I’ve got a soft spot for reverse hurt/comfort. Tell me what you think!
Word Count: 645
Warnings: nothing much, just nightmares and angst
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Bucky startles awake, screaming.
But you’re hardly surprised. You sit up, handing him the towel from the nightstand.
Nights like these have become something of a routine. He’s been having nightmares nearly every night for a month.
Trying to catch his breath, he wipes the sweat from his forehead and chest as you stroke his back.
He usually doesn’t talk about his nightmares right away. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk when his heart was beating out of his chest, but you knew he’d tell you about it in the morning.
Your heart broke for him. The nightmares have been nonstop and unforgiving in detail. You did not imagine it was healthy for him to go so long without a good night’s sleep. You wished you could do more. But after several nights of this, you’re realizing more and more that all you can do is comfort him.
As you stroked his back, his breathing started to slow. It was soothing and it was making you drowsy, but you only wanted to lay down when your husband was ready.
You didn’t know it, but Bucky’s been watching you through the corner of his eye. He saw you struggling to keep your eyes open; your head drooping every so often as you tried to stay awake. The guilt eats at him.
He pulls his knees against his chest and buries his head in his hands, sobbing quietly.
The sound is subtle, but you notice it. “Bucky? Are you alright?” you ask, wondering if his nightmare had brought on a second wave of sadness.
You lift his chin, trying to inspect his face, but he turns away. “What’s wrong?” you ask.
“You don’t deserve this,“ he utters. "I’m so sorry.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“I’ve kept you up for weeks… Don’t act like you’re not exhausted.”
You shake your head. You haven’t even thought about how his nightmares have been affecting you.
“Bucky, I’m fine… Your wellbeing is more important to me right now.”
This makes him crumble even more. He sobs hard, his whole body shaking.
“Bucky, stop,” you say, caressing his shoulders.
When his cries dissipate, he lifts his face from his hands. “Doll, I think we should sleep in separate beds.”
You search his expression. “Is that what you want?”
He nods hesitantly. “Let’s face it, loving me is a nightmare. It’s not gonna get any better. My nightmares don’t show any signs of stopping. They may never stop. You deserve to have a good night’s sleep.”
You frown. “But I don’t want to have a good night’s sleep if I know you’re not, Bucky.”
He shakes his head at you, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying.
"But why?” he utters.
You place a hand on his cheek, scratching that stubble of his that you love so much. “Because I love you, baby. You happen to come with nightmares and a metal arm,” you say, shrugging. “That doesn’t mean I’m gonna love you any less.”
Bucky clenches his jaw. Tears threaten to fall, but this time not of sadness, but of joy. He holds his arms out for you and you wrap yourself around him.
“So, no more talk of sleeping separately, okay?” you say.
He buries his head in your neck.
“Unless you want to,” he clarifies.
You stroke his hair. “Never.”
You can feel him smile against your shoulder before he kisses you there.
The two of you lay back down, settling and holding each other close. Bucky relaxes to the sound of your gentle breathing, matching his. He’s tried a lot of techniques to try and lessen his nightmares this past month, but your reassurance tonight appears to be the exact remedy he needed.
Secured by your embrace, he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. The best sleep he’s had in weeks.
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I learned a lot from writing this short story. I believe in sleeping in the same bed only after marriage and this story really made me see the benefits to that. Marriage is a commitment and I like how y/n says she’s not gonna leave Bucky no matter what because she loves all of him. And it turns out that sense of security was what Bucky needed to sleep <3
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prompt | afraid of anger
pairing | daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader
warnings | mean!lloyd for literally two seconds (lots of f bombs bc duh it's lloyd), i used google translate for the french pet name so it probably isn't right lol, ddlg - SOFT!DADDY!LLOYD, lloyd is the king of petnames, reader prob has an oral fixation but like same
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an | hi friends! idk how this turned out so long but here we are lol- i guess i just really love soft!daddy!lloyd so much i couldn't stop myself!! also i am dedicating this fic to sweet sweet sab @hansensgirl bc in my mind and heart she will forever be lloyd's #1 girl and i really think she'll enjoy this soft!lloyd piece hehe <3
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"I don't care how the fuck you do it, I just need it done! Bunch of incompetent idiots- have you ever landed a single fucking hit in your pathetic fucking lives? Fuck you, fuck Dean, call Jones in on it if you have to. Don't just fucking stand there, for Christ's sake- I said, get to fucking work!"
Standing before the giant doors to your daddy's office with your gaze glued down on your shoes, you did your best to gulp down the tears prickling at your eyes. You hated hearing him like this, and usually he made sure you were well out of earshot before going off on the men who so often managed to frustrate him. But this was one of those rare times when he wasn't aware of your presence lingering just beyond the thick oak doors; while many rooms in the mansion had fully soundproofed walls, the office unfortunately wasn't one of them.
When you heard several sets of footsteps approaching, you stepped off to the side, keeping your head low as the doors swung open and the group of four men exited the room. Glancing over at you, one of them paused, turning back towards the open doorway. "Sir," the agent addressed cautiously, "the girl has returned from her walk."
After a moment's pause, Lloyd offered a response from inside the room. His tone was still firm, but much less demeaning than before as he ordered, "Send her in."
Nodding at you, the man in the black suit ushered you in, closing the door behind you once you had fully entered the room. Unable to lift your gaze, still trembling from before, you sucked in a shaky breath. Though you couldn't see him, Lloyd had entirely softened before you, his brow raising in gentle concern as he confirmed his suspicions: you had heard. Now damage control was in order.
"Mon petit amour," the man crooned smoothly, his heart clenching in his chest as he noticed your slight flinch at his voice. "My little angel, come here, sweetheart. How was your walk?"
Bottom lip wobbling terribly, you tried to will yourself forward, but to your dismay you found yourself frozen in place, as if your feet were glued to the floor. Not wanting to disobey your daddy by not coming when called, your heart only began pounding harder in your chest. Recognizing your apprehension immediately, Lloyd tried to coax you, "It's okay, little one. You're okay; did something happen, pretty girl?"
Small hands fiddling with the lace at the end of your skirt, you sniffled, your words coming out shakily as you did your best to speak loud enough, "Just... got back early, D-Daddy. Started to rain and... was waiting o-outside your..."
Nodding with an understanding look, the man listened to you patiently. "I see, sweetheart. You heard Daddy, then? Heard him talking with his men?"
Knees trembling beneath you, you nodded carefully, praying your answer wouldn't anger your daddy. And as he watched you cowering before him, he couldn't be further from the point of anger; he was only full of worry, full of guilt for frightening you so terribly. Rising up slowly from his chair, he soothed, "Daddy's sorry, baby. Know it's so scary for a little girl to hear such things. But Daddy would never talk that way with you, angel." Taking his time as he made his way over to you, the man settled down a few feet away on his knees, pausing as you stepped back instinctively. "Oh, my poor, sweet girl. Shhh," he hummed softly, a tentative hand coming up to rub against your upper arm gently.
Blinking back tears, it took everything in you not to turn and run. "P-please," you whimpered as you brought a hand up to chew on your knuckle anxiously, a nervous habit you had that your daddy couldn't seem to shake you of, despite his best efforts.
"Hey- no, baby. No chewing," Lloyd reminded you carefully, his own hand coming up to take yours from your mouth, gently holding it as he brushed over its back with his thumb. "Don't need to say please, my love. Daddy will be soft with you, always soft for my baby. How about you and I go spend some time together upstairs, hm? Are you tired from your walk, sweetheart?"
Bringing your free hand up to rub at your eyes, your bottom lip puffed out slightly as you nodded. Humming knowingly, Lloyd smiled. "Can snuggle up with all your pillows and blankies in bed- how's that sound, sweet girl?"
"N-no more yelling?" you asked warily, big pleading eyes finally coming up to meet those of the man before you.
Heart swelling at the sight of you, so pure and precious as you begged for his tenderness, Lloyd nodded as he brushed your hair back behind your ear, pinky linking with yours as he still held your hand lovingly. "No more yelling, princess. Just soft, sweet voices for baby. And lots of snuggles, too."
Feeling yourself slip further and further down into a tiny frame of mind as your daddy spoke to you, the sudden urge to be held washed over you as you looked at the large man crouched down before you. Recognizing the look in your eyes, Lloyd didn't need any further instruction before reaching out to wrap you up in his embrace, rising to his feet as he held you close and comfortably. As you rested your head on his shoulder, body falling limp against his sturdy hold, he let out a relieved sigh as he ran his fingers over your hair. "There's my girl. Daddy's got you, sweetheart. You just close those pretty eyes, don't have to worry about a thing." Eyelids drooping at his words, you hummed softly in response against his shoulder.
You thumped lightly against him as he began making his way out of the office, still murmuring softly to you all the way up the stairs, down the hall, and into your bedroom. Once the doors had closed behind the two of you, you opened your eyes again, though just barely, watching as he carried you over to the oversized bed on the far wall of the room. Pulling back the heaps of fluffy white blankets and bedding, Lloyd rested you down as gently as he could on your back with your head landing on a pillow, standing over you a moment longer as he carefully undid your shoes. Slipping in and out of moments of sleep, you huffed and hummed sweetly, your darling little noises bringing the softest of smiles to your daddy's face as he kicked off his own shoes before climbing up to join you. Pulling the covers back over the two of you, Lloyd gathered you up in his arms, tucking your head delicately in the crook of his neck as his large hands encompassed you in gentle strokes. Sighing again, he leaned down, planting a kiss in your hair.
Eyes opening briefly to look up at him, you snuck in a kiss on his chin as he smiled lovingly at you. "Close your eyes, little love. Daddy's right here."
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Big tummy>>>
POV: you drew Thomas/Bubba and you deliberately ignored their very prominent and obvious tummy (run. I'm coming your way)
