brave as a noun
first post on my official rick blog ahhh!! this is so exciting,, in honor of this amazing occasion i wrote some cuck!jerry bc i’m a hater
rick is his own warning, oops he's possessive AND a perv??, same old sick shit just a new day, jerry is a cuck (accidentally) , exhibitionism
“let’s get one thing straight right now. she belongs to me jerry and only me. you will keep your grubby little hands off of my personal property” rick spoke in a monotone voice completely void of any emotion. his eyes didn’t leave jerry’s as he continued to bounce y/n on his throbbing cock. it was not an easy task to keep cool his with a pretty thing like that softly mewling in his ear.
poor jerry. he just wanted to take y/n on a nice trip since she’s been ever so helpful with morty’s tutoring. it just seemed like the right thing to do. he was dressed and ready to grab y/n and go.
but instead he was sitting in the most uncomfortable chair in the world trying to keep his eyes glued to the floor as he witnessed his father in law fuck his closest friend. it was as confusing as it was traumatic. jerry didn’t dare leave his seat though. he knew how prone rick was to having sudden outbursts that could turn violent fast.
“i want to hear you say it. she does not belong to you..say it jerry”! he snapped, wrapping his hand around the girls fragile neck.
jerry gulped. “she does not belong to me”. He was actively attempting to ignore the tightness in his pants.
rick appearance softened. he was pleased. “and who does she belong to”?
“you rick. she is all yours”.
seemingly satisfied with the mans answer his expression softened a bit. those onyx black orbs seemed to gaze upon him with kindness instead of malice.
“what do you think darling ? does he deserve my forgiveness ”? rick spoke softly , gripping her waist to keep you in place on his lap.
y/n nodded without hesitation trying to create a satisfactory amount of friction between her and rick
“okay jerry...i will let your actions slide this one time. keep your hands OFF from now on. i’d hate to be forced to create more unnecessary problems between us.”
jerry shook his head. “of course rick. this will not happen ever again”. he got up as fast as he could eager to end this daydream like nightmare. as much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself but he was going to be imaging y/n tonight. and for many nights after.
“you are dismissed. close the door on your way out if you’d be so kind”. rick spoke , using his free hand to gesture towards the exit.
“thank you for your kindness rick. see you at dinner.
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So I know, narratively, that Lyfrassir surviving TBI and meeting Marius (and others) later on and being pissed at them or just ready to die actually is extremely reasonable and makes the most sense! It's good! Delicious! Lyf gets picked up by them a couple weeks later? The gods must hate them please release them through the airlock. Oh, they find The Mechanisms years later performing an album about the destruction of their entire world? Yeah let Lyf punch Marius square in the nose!
Blah blah blah Lyf and Marius fall in love after all that bc violinspector is fun!
But HAVE we considered just,,,, that scene in HTTYD 2. Have we? Like, self indulgent here, just Marius being an absolute mess YEARS after TBI and Lyf pulling out the "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." shit? Have we considered it? HAVE WE? BECAUSE I AM. RIGHT NOW. AND I AM NOT OKAY.
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i am once again reminded that ventus is legally an adult.
he's 16 in BBS, right? and he's woken up a whole decade later.
i wish we had gotten his reaction to this. not to him being trapped in slumber for 10 years, but that physically, HE HASN'T AGED A DAY.
i wonder if when he was filled in on the news, part of him still believed not much time had passed bc he looks in a mirror and thinks "well, i don't LOOK 26. i certainly don't feel it, either. And both Terra and Aqua look EXACTLY how i remember them!"
part of his arc in BBS was that he hated being babied and treated like a child, as any teenager would.
and then you wake from your self-afflicted coma and suddenly-surprise! you're a legal adult now!
imagine you're a teenager one second, then supposedly a grown ass adult the next, even when you don't look it. like how would you even react to that...
and on the other hand, here's these two guys you had met, sparred a bit, had a laugh with, who were around your age-at least in your recent memory they were.
like from Ven's POV, Lea and Isa just shot up like trees at the blink of an eye. these two normal guys were all grown up and he had not only missed that, but had also missed the last 10 years of his own life in more ways than one.
and don't even get me started on how Lea would feel about all this, given how it would involve Roxas, i could write a whole essay
that shit must be so wild for both parties-like your friend group has this one guy who looks the exact same age as Sora, when in reality he belongs in Lea's age group
it's one thing to be a physical adult but still mentally a child, but what do you do when you couldn't age physically nor mentally due to....reasons? where do you even begin with that???
oh, and let's not forget that Ven is also from ANOTHER FUCKING TIME PERIOD.
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Eddie comes home one day to find your stuff scattered around the room. It’s not unusual to see your shoes kicked off to the side hazardously, your bag dumped on the floor with the contents spilling out of it, to see your jacket laying on something, no doubt it being tossed over your shoulder as you made your way to the bathroom.
Usually though, you take time to set things where they belong but sometimes, like when you’re having a bad day, you leave them where they are.
So, the second Eddie clocks your stuff around the living room, he knows today wasn’t a good day. He takes a minute to clean up so you don’t have to worry about it later. When everything is in its place, he makes his way through the house, not finding you in your usual hiding places. And if you're not there, that only means on thing. So he makes his way to the bathroom.
Hesitating for a moment, he knocks to see if you’re in there. When he gets no reply, he knocks louder in hopes you could hear it over the music. One beat, he wonders if you had fallen asleep in the tub again. Two, he’s worried you actually did and slipped under. Three, he’s knocking and calling your name in a slight panic.
At four, he opens the door just in time to see you come up to take a breath. “Jesus. You really fell asleep in the bath, huh?” You startle at the sudden voice and look back to see Eddie leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking a bit disappointed. “I thought we talked about it.”
“I did not fall asleep,” you bristle, moving to lean against the tub arms hanging over it as you watch him move. “I just submerged myself in the water to scream. You just happened to think the worst.”
“Can’t help it when you’ve done it before,” he says, moving to sit beside the tub. He grabs one of your hands and rub circles on your palm. “That bad?”
You hum, resting your chin on your arm. “Had a couple of customers yell at me about something that wasn’t in my control. Had two breakdowns, and the bathrooms where dirty. So yeah, it wasn’t fun today.”
Eddie winced. He wished he could take the pain away, but he couldn’t. So, he did the next best thing, be there for you. You sighed and tugged your hand out of Eddie’s grip, he tightened it causing you to frown up at him.
“Hey, I need to wash my hair,” you said, tugging again. He only held tighter and laughed when you whined. “Give it back.”
“Mm, I don’t think so. I have a better idea,” he said, moving around until he sat comfortably in front of you. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
“Just turn around and you’ll see,” he said with a smile. You narrowed your eyes at him and he motioned you to turn around. Huffing, you did what he asked and leaned back.
“Now what?”
Instead of answering, Eddie leaned over and grabbed your shampoo. After squirting some into his palm, he began slowly massaging it into your hair. You deeply sighed as the tension in your shoulders loosen, and relax as he worked through your hair.
You swear sometimes that Eddie has magic hands. Whether he was giving you massages or other things, it never failed to make you relax. And having your hair washed, was just the icing on the cake. “How do you do that?” you asked, closing your eyes and cherished the moment.
“Do what?”
“Know exactly what I need? Even I don’t know what I need half the time,” you said, sinking further into the tub.
“Because I know you,” he said like it was simple. And maybe it was, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. “And don’t you dare fall asleep. Otherwise, you won’t like the wakeup call.”
“I won’t fall asleep,” you mumble, halfway to dreamland. “Not my fault your hands are like magic.”
“Mm. Lean over a little so I can wash it out.” You did as you were told and after a few minutes, your hair was washed and bundled up in a towel. “Go put on your pajama’s, I’ll order food.”
“You’re the best,” you said smiling up at him. Eddie returned the smile and bent down to kiss your forehead.
“I know.”
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