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sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth · 2 months ago

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We're so bad together (I think I was made for you)

(Dean Winchester x female reader)

Summary After a hard day at work you are out in a bar, having a drink, when a handsome stranger by the name of Dean Winchester walks in. You both have a little secret though. CWs Role-playing. Dean cockblocking random dudes at bars. Dean being a massive flirt. Everyone's having a good time (except random bar guy). 18+. 5.2k words.

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Traveling for work has its perks – you get to see the country, make your own schedule and the anonymity of it can be nice.

The downside? Killing time in shitty motels and boring bars.

Sometimes you yearn for the comfort of a place you could come home to every night, a little nest, although you despise the word, all for yourself. Maybe one day.

Because another upside to life on the road? Handsome strangers.

Your day has been long and tiring and you just want a drink. The bar isn’t a dive bar, but a slightly hip place, with white wood and low, thrumming music in the background. The drinks carry ironic names and they only have craft beer. It’s not so bad, plus you get some olives at the bar instead of pretzels and peanuts, which is a nice change of pace.

You sit down at one of the stools at the bar and order a vodka soda. While you wait for your drink, you look around. Most small towns don’t have these sorts of places, but where you are now is just close enough to a bigger city that there’s probably enough young professionals to get good business.

You stretch your neck a little, making the thin chain necklace around your neck move, feeling some tension there. The barkeep brings you your drink, and you smile and thank him, take a sip and sigh.

A group of five walk up next to you at the bar. They’re all in office clothes, their suit jackets taken off, the women putting their hair into pony tails, trying to get comfortable, and you thank the heavens that you don’t have a dress code for your job. They’re chatting and joking, seem to know each other well.

You pick this up without paying very much attention to them. The work you do requires you to be aware of your surroundings all the time, and it’s a hard habit to drop. You sip your drink. There’s a TV over the bar, and the news are on, so you watch that for a while.

“You want another drink?”

You expect it to be the barkeep, but your drink is still half full so it’s a weird thing to ask. But when you turn, you see it’s not the barkeep, but one of the guys from the group that’s next to you at the bar. You look down at your glass.

“Thanks,” you say, a polite smile on your lips, “I’m good right now.”

“Oh,” he says, making a bit of a face. “I was actually just using that as a way to start talking to you.”

You look at him. He’s cute. Curly hair, a nice face. Not too bad looking in his pressed suit.

You smile again. “That’s sweet, but like I said, I still have a drink.”

He sits down on the chair next to you and you raise your eyebrows. You thought you were being pretty clear.

He lowers his voice, like he’s telling you a secret. “Look,” he says, moving his head to indicate the group he’s with. “Those are my friends and they’re real good people, but the thing is, I’ve been single for a while now and they get very excited about the idea of me finding someone.”

“O-kay,” you say, not sure what all of this has to do with you.

“And,” yuppie boy continues, “I may have made the mistake of pointing out that I think you’re extremely pretty and they told me not to came back to them without your number.”

It’s not bad as far as contrived ways to chat someone up go. It puts you and him on the same team, and really, you’re just helping him out, right? Poor guy, ostracized by his friends. You swallow your disdain for the situation.

“Wow,” you say, “Sounds like you’re in a tough spot.” He grins, a little too proud of himself and extends his hand. “I’m Colin.”

You don’t take his hand. “Colin,” you say, and now you’re the one leaning in, “I think you’re full of shit.”

He blanks at that for a second, and then laughs uproariously. “Damn,” he says when he’s stopped laughing, “you’re a wild one, aren’t you?” You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Can I give you some feedback?” you ask. “Sure,” Colin says, still thinking that this is going well.

“You don’t have to make up a story about your friends and how you’ve been single for a long time,” you say to him. “If you see someone you think is hot at a bar, you can just say that.” Colin keeps grinning.

“You might say you didn’t like the story, but who’s sitting here with me, chatting?” he asks.

Tapping your fingers on the bar, you don’t point out that he simply sat down and you had no intention to talk to him.

“Well, like I said,” you continue, and start turning away from him, “I have a drink.”

“Come ooon,” he says, and his tone is a little petulant, “we were having fun.”

You’re about to turn back and tell Colin to get his ass away from you when the front door to your right opens. Your habit to know what’s going on around you makes you look and then you can’t stop looking.

He’s the best-looking man you’ve ever seen. His face is the perfect mix of stunningly handsome and heart-wrenchingly pretty. He has hair you just want to run your hands through, grip and see what noises he makes. He’s tall and broad-shouldered and he walks with a swagger that seems to make the air bend around him.

He’s breath-taking, in every sense of the word.

He walks in and looks around like he owns the place. His clothes make him stick out like a sore thumb in this place of business casual, but somehow, if that’s even possible, that makes him more attractive. He’s a full and perfect picture.

And, while he scans the place, his eyes land on you.

You distantly hear Colin with the shitty friends say something but you don’t listen to it. Because you are making eye contact with this man and then he is walking towards you. He does it without taking his eyes off you and you feel a shiver run down your spine. There’s something intense about him.

“Sorry, did you hear what I said?” You whip your head around and Colin is basically inside your ear. Jesus, personal space much?

“What?” you say.

“I was saying,” Colin repeats, “that they have this really cool mixer here on Wednesdays and if you’ve ever been to that, because my buddy Frank, he—”

“This seat taken?”

Both you and Colin fall silent as you turn the other way again. It’s the guy and his voice is deep and raspy and you feel it all the way down to your crotch.

“No,” you say, looking at him. His eyes are strikingly green, the greenest you’ve ever seen. There’s some stubble on his face and you wonder what it would feel like under your fingertips, against your skin.

“Uh, sorry man,” Colin says. Oh Colin. “We were actually just talking?”

Handsome guy doesn’t sit, instead he leans sideways against the bar, which brings him much closer to you.

“Lady doesn’t seem very interested,” he says, not letting his eyes leave you. A small grin forms on your lips

“Not a lady,” you say. A devilish smile plays on his face. “No?” You shake your head a little.

“Do you guys, like, know each other?” Colin asks behind you, and you can’t blame him, because the easiness with which you two talk is a little intense.

“Name’s Dean,” he says, extending his hand to you. You hesitate for a second, then shake it, say your name.

“Pretty,” Dean says, while his eyes drop down to your lips. Holy hell.

Suddenly you see an arm extend past you, and Colin starts: “My name is –" Dean looks away from your face for the first time, past you.

“I didn’t ask,” he interrupts. You almost feel bad for Colin, but then Dean looks back at your face and you forget there is anyone else in the bar.

“So,” he says. “You from around here?”

“No,” you say, “just here on business.” Dean nods. “Same with me. You stayin’ in town for long?”

“I wasn’t planning on,” you reply. “Unless something interesting comes up.”

Dean’s smile broadens at what might have been an accidental double entendre from you.

“Interesting, huh?” he asks, and his gaze drops down to your hands briefly, maybe checking for a ring? He won’t find it there.

Colin clears his throat, and asks: “So you don’t want that drink?”

You look away from Dean, which isn’t easy, and turn to him.

“Colin,” you say, “give it up, buddy.” He looks a little taken aback and you think he’s about to say something, but then he tucks tail and leaves. Good for him on knowing when he’s beat. And you and Dean have your peace at last.

As you turn back, Dean’s looking over your shoulder after Colin.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he says and you incline your head.

“True,” you say, “but you can blame him for not taking no for an answer.”

Dean nods, then turns to you again. “So, you not interested in any company or just his?” You lean forward a little. “Depends on what you’ve got to offer, Dean.”

He grins again, that boyish grin that makes him look like he should be on posters on the walls of male-attracted teens throughout the country.

“I have a room not far from here,” he says. “Maybe we could go there, see if we can’t make something, how did you say, interesting come up?”

What he’s saying is cheesy as hell and would probably do better in an 80’s porno, but somehow he makes it work. It’s like he knows how ridiculous it is, but he’s leaning into it so hard that it comes around to being sexy again.

You look him up and down again. He’s handsome as sin and although it’s been a long day and you were planning on having another drink and some dinner, you think you should just roll with it.

“Well, then, Dean,” you say, and bite your lip, making him look at your mouth. “Lead the way.”

You pay for your drink and Dean walks you out to his car, which is almost as sexy as he is. He opens the passenger door for you and just as you’re about to get in he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

His lips meet yours and then you have your arms wrapped around his neck and he’s pushing your back against the side of the car. He’s a good kisser and what he’s doing with his hands isn’t half bad either. They wander down to your ass and he squeezes it, pushing himself against you in the process.

“Shit,” he says, when you part to catch your breath, “I wish I could just do you right here.”

“Oh yeah?” you say, and use the opportunity to drag your tongue across his jaw, making him shudder. “Just bend me over the car and have your way with me?”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Wow, that’s, uhm,” he says, then seems to think for a second. “But yeah, something like that.”

You chuckle. You actually flustered him.

Dean’s hand goes back to the door. “Shall we?”

While he’s driving you watch him. You particularly like the little bump in his otherwise perfectly straight nose. A small imperfection that makes the whole picture even better.

“Enjoying the view?” Dean asks, and turns his head to you. You’re leaning back against the door, one leg angled up on the seat and his eyes go to your face but then run over you, before coming back to your face.

“Eyes on the road, cowboy,” you say, and he grins and turns back. That grin is seriously getting to you and you don’t know if you can contain yourself if you see it again.

Turns out it’s not what you should be worried about since his right hand snakes along the bench seat and finds its way to your thigh. His hands are as perfect as the rest of him, a little rough looking. You bite your lip. He must work really good with his hands. His touch on you is gentle though, and his fingers travel up and down your thigh, going a little higher each time.

“Anything in particular you’re looking for?” you ask, and then he does the grin again, goddamn it.

“Just getting the lay of the land,” he says, then adds: “We’re almost there, couple of minutes.”

“Then we should make the most of it,” you answer, and lean forward.

You sit up, close to Dean, and run one hand over his chest, then move your head to gently nibble at his ear. He sighs.

“You do this kinda thing a lot?” he asks, trying to act cool as you run one hand up his leg, coming close to his crotch. “Going home with strange men you meet in bars?”

You reply while your lips move down to his neck: “Only when they’re as handsome as you, which, I don’t think that’s ever happened, so no.” His chuckle vibrates against you.

“Good thing I am very susceptible to flattery,” he says. “So no husband or boyfriend who’ll coming looking to beat my face in tomorrow? You’re single?”

Instead of answering you nip at his neck, making him flinch. He’s about to say something else when your hand moves over his crotch and finds his cock. You bring your other hand there, slowly undoing his fly and it actually shuts him up for a second as you run your hand into his pants, squeezing him playfully.

“If I wasn’t single,” you say, and slowly begin stroking him, “would you want me to stop?”

He sounds like he tries to slow his breathing, as his eyes go back and forth between the dark road and your hand down his pants.

“I don’t, agh,” he says and is interrupted by a small moan leaving him as you keep touching him, “I don’t think I have that kind of willpower.” You grin, watching his face, his eyebrows knotting, his tongue going over his lips.

“I guess there’s no point in asking then, is there?” you say, picking up your speed.

“Yeah,” he says, and takes a sharp breath through his teeth. “Just hard to imagine someone this hot being s—”

He doesn’t finish the sentence because just then you lower your head, take his dick out of his pants and wrap your lips around it.

“Fuck,” he says instead, arm going to your back. His breathing is picking up and he is slowly rocking himself up, meeting you. You drag your tongue along him, your hand jerking off the part of him that’s not in your mouth.

“Jesus Christ, you’re good at this,” he grunts and his hand goes to your hair. The rocking is getting more intense and you start to feel him twitch in your mouth.

So you stop, pull your head up and sit back, your own breathing heavy.

“Why would you stop?” Dean complains immediately. His second hand goes back to the wheel, and he’s white-knuckling it.

You wipe your mouth, get some hair out of your face. “Please,” you say, tone unbelieving, “you think I’m gonna blow you and then I’ll just wait an hour to get mine?” He actually looks offended.

“An hour?” he says, voice sounding hurt. “I am a virile man.” You laugh.

“You’re also not twenty anymore,” you reply. Dean actually chuckles, despite his hurt feeling. “How do you know I’m not twenty?”

You scoff. “Lucky guess?” To his credit, he does chuckle at that.

“Besides,” he says, and his hand is back on your thigh, “there’s plenty of ways I can make you scream my name without my dick getting involved, believe me.” You do believe him.

It doesn’t matter though, because just then you pull into the parking lot of the motel. Dean pulls the car into a spot and turns to you.

“Ready to have your mind blown?” he asks. You feel a grin forming on your face. “Can’t wait.”

He’s on you before the door to the room has even fallen closed. He pulls you against him and kisses you deeply, his tongue pressing its way into your mouth quickly. His hands are exploring your body and then they go to your jeans.

“Do you still need these?” he asks, lips moving against your mouth. “Or can I tear them off you?” You laugh, one of your hands going to the back of his neck, petting him there.

“Can you tear them off without ripping them?” you ask. Dean clicks his tongue.

“I’ll try,” he says, “but with how badly I want you I can’t promise anything.”

He maneuvers you to the bed, unbuttoning your pants in the meantime. You drop down, lift your legs so he can take them off you fully, without ripping them.

He drops down and his mouth goes for your hip, sucking the skin there and your head falls back while a moan escapes you. His lips are soft and full, and then they’re moving on.

He must be telling the truth when he says he wants you badly because he doesn’t even take off your panties, just shoves them to the side and starts kissing you there. Your hand lands on the back of his head, stroking it, and with your other arm you’re leaning up on your elbow, so that you can watch him.

His tongue darts out and starts exploring your clit and you twitch against him, then he licks along your entrance and holy shit you want him badly too.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re delicious.” You moan his name and he goes back to your clit, flattens his tongue and starts pressing it against you in a steady rhythm.

“Mmh,” you sigh, “you done this before?” He grins, briefly taking his mouth off of you.

“Can’t talk, darlin’,” he answers, “busy making you come.”

You laugh but then the laugh turns into a moan, because not only is his mouth back on you but he’s also pushing two fingers into you. You arch your back when he quickly finds your g-spot and starts rubbing it.

“Jesus, fuck,” you pant, and lean your head back, pleasure too intense to keep it up. “That feels so amazing.”

Spurred on, Dean starts going faster and soon you have high-pitched moans leaving you. Your head snaps back up when you feel an orgasm approaching and your grip in Dean’s hair tightens.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you barely manage to get out and then you’re coming, and you do scream his name, just like he said you would.

You’re panting and tensing and shaking and Dean’s mouth is off you because he is watching you, but his fingers rub you through the high, prolonging it.

Finally you collapse on the bed, chest heaving. You blink your eyes open and look down yourself at him. It’s fair to say that he looks very proud of himself. Deservedly so.

“Told you I was gonna blow your mind,” he says and you chuckle but it comes out broken. With a strength that is impressive to you you sit up again and pull him close by the shoulders. You wipe some of your wetness off his lips and then kiss him deeply.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” you mutter against him, because yes, part of your brain has definitely been blown out of your skull.

Dean complies, pulls his shirt off his shoulders and then his t-shirt, while you start unbuttoning your own top. Dean’s standing up and just kicking off his jeans when his eyes go down as your shirt falls open, probably to get an eyeful of your tits.

Which he does get, seeing as you opted to go braless today, but his eyes catch on something different: the long gold chain you have around your neck with the thin gold wedding band that’s currently lying between your breasts.

“So,” he says. He sits down next to you, body turned towards you and lets his fingers trail over your ribs and then he kisses you.

“What would your husband think if he knew you were here,” another kiss, this one on your jaw. “And he could watch you and hear you,” he says, lowering his head to reach your nipple and suck it harshly into his mouth, making you hiss. “Scream another man’s name while you come all over his face and mouth?” he continues after letting go. Then he moves to your other nipple, licks it and finally looks up at you. “Hmm? What would he think? You think he’d be into that?”

Your hand wanders down to where he is still covered by his underwear, finding his hardness and squeezing. Dean exhales sharply and you grin.

“I think he would love it,” you say and Dean grins and kisses you, more gentle this time.

“Sounds like a real pervert,” he mutters and you laugh.

Then you’re pulling on the waistband of his underwear and he raises his hips to let you pull it off him, let it fall to his feet. You start stroking him again, and he keeps kissing you, holding your face in his hands and running his fingers through your hair.

“Dean,” you sigh, and it snaps him back into action. He pulls you closer to him, and you too raise your ass so he can pull off your underwear. He pulls you against him then and sits you on his lap, with your back turned to him. You shiver when you feel his erection against your ass.

Dean kisses your shoulder and then you’re lifting yourself up. He pushes his tip against you, stroking you with it for a few seconds and then you’re slowly sinking down on him. He groans at the feeling. Both his hands are on your hips and you hold on to one of them while you lower yourself, until you are soon flush with him.

You remain still for a little bit and Dean resumes kissing your shoulder. You reach one hand behind you, running your fingers along his jaw. One of his hands runs along your front, between your breasts and over them, along your stomach and then down to your clit.

“Come on, baby,” he says. “Show me what you’ve been missing out on.”

He starts petting you, which makes you clench, which in turn makes Dean twitch inside of you, a perfect chain reaction that gets you to start riding him. Slowly at first but not for long. He feels too good, and you want to feel him too much. If you compare him to other lays you’ve found in small town bars he’s already coming out on top, so there’s no need for a lot of preamble.

He’s kneading your breast with the hand that’s not between your legs. He definitely seems to be liking the idea that you have a husband at home and you’re out here scratching your itch with a perfect stranger, because he says: “How long since you’ve been fucked like this, huh?”

It’s not something you’ve really ever been into, but you give it a shot.

“Too long,” you moan, further picking up the pace with which you ride him. “I was so desperate in that bar before you came in.” And then, squeezing him inside of you, which makes his forehead drop to your shoulder, and you can just imagine his face even though you can’t see it, eyes squeezed shut, jaw set, you say: “I saw you and I knew you could get the job done.”

It’s a little porn-y, but you skip the feeling awkward when Dean holds you close and moves you both. He slips out of you and then he’s laying you down on the bed. He gets over you and kisses you, and you grab the back of his head and pull him in.

“Wanna fuck you,” he pants as he grabs his cock and lines himself up. You arch your back up, the chain around your neck dropping over your shoulder.

“One ticket to Pound Town, please,” you say and Dean grins.

“My kind of woman,” he says, and then he’s pushing into you, filling you up. He starts driving into you, long deep strokes that set your core on fire.

“My husband definitely can’t do that,” you say while you run your hands over Dean’s chest. He grins.

“Good thing you found me,” he says, and as if to prove the point his hand wanders down between your bodies, finding your clit. As he starts rubbing you, your head drops back and you bite your lip, a little moan escaping you.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Dean says, his lips finding your neck, licking the skin there. The way he’s moving his hips is too perfect, a slight pivot upwards when he enters you that makes him bump into all the right places.

You feel another orgasm on the horizon just as Dean starts sucking a mark into your skin. It’s a dumb thing to do, really, because everyone will be able to see it and know what it is, but you don’t care because it feels like his lips were made for exactly this.

You run one hand into his hair, gripping it, while the other is around his shoulders, holding onto him because he is indeed taking you to Pound Town.

“Fuck, yes, you’re so good,” you pant and you expect another line about how you’re obviously not getting it at home but Dean must me closer to his own orgasm than you think, because he just sort of grunts, but then he lets go of your neck and instead brings his lips closer to your ear instead.

“Think I can make you scream my name again?” he says, his voice sounding shaky, but damn if his cockiness isn’t doing all the right things to you.

Your release is getting closer and closer so as an answer you start kissing him again, because you don’t trust your brain to come up with a witty retort. He returns the kiss and you suck on his tongue, but then you need to let go because your body is tensing up as you’re coming.

You scream something, something that could be Dean’s name but also an ancient Latin summoning spell, it’s not totally clear. However it sounds, Dean seems to like it, because he pumps into you a few more times before he’s breathing hard and saying: “I’m so close, baby.”

You bring your face up to his, leaning your forehead against his, while his thrusts shake you. This way you can look into his eyes, that perfect green that you could stare into forever, at least until he presses his face into the side of yours instead because he is coming.

He’s shaking above you, a long moan escaping him, as he keeps thrusting into you to ride it out. You clench around him, making sure to get as much of him as possible.

He stays over you, his mouth near your ear so you can hear and feel his heavy breathing, and you rub your hands over his back, before he pushes himself up.

He kisses you again, and then pulls himself out of you, and drops himself on his back next to you. You’re pretty sure your legs are shot with how hard he fucked you, but you weren’t planning on going anywhere anyway.

Out of the corner of your eyes you see Dean run his hands through his hair. You drop one hand on his chest, your knuckles gently stroking his skin.

“What was… that?” you say after a few seconds.

“That,” Dean says, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips before laying it back on his chest. “That was an earth shattering orgasm, you should recognize these by now.” You chuckle.

“Thought it felt familiar,” you say. “But no, I mean that whole stranger in the bar, fucking me behind my husband’s back business.” You turn your head in his direction. “Didn’t know you were into that.”

Dean looks at you, a cheeky grin on his face. “Just thought I’d try it. I saw that douche chatting you up at the bar, thought it might be fun.” He’s petting your hand now, your wrist. You nod. “Fun it was.”

But then you frown. “You don’t imagine yourself as the husband in this, right?” Dean shakes his head.

“Nah,” he says, “I’m just the stud giving you the night of your life.” He shrugs, the free arm going behind his head. “Maybe we run away together, live in sin.”

“You’re a romantic deep at heart,” you chuckle. He squeezes your hand. “Don’t tell anyone.”

You take your hand back, but only to scoot up to Dean. He opens his arm, letting you lie your head on it, then brings it around you, pulling you close for a second while he kisses your temple, making you hum. When he lets go, his fingers graze the gold chain around your neck.

“You know you’re not gonna lose it, right?” he says quietly. You pull on the chain, hold the ring between your fingers.

“I did lose it, Dean,” you say. “When we had to dig up that grave in Missouri, remember?”

You’re asking him to remember but you don’t even want to remember yourself:

When you realized that the ring wasn’t on your finger any longer it had turned you into a blubbering mess, Dean searching for it while also trying to assure you that it wasn’t a big deal, that you could replace it. But you didn’t want to replace it.

He had found it of course, your hero, and when he pushed it onto your finger, for the second time you later noted, you had hugged him and kissed him, your tears making his face wet.

Now you pull the chain off your neck, open it, and let the ring slide into your palm. You put it on and then drop your hand back on Dean’s chest. He takes it again immediately, and you see a short glimmer of his own ring. He’s always wearing his. He says he’s never taking it off. You smile at the thought.

“What are you thinking?” Dean asks.

“Just that this is exactly what I was hoping for when you said we should have a date night for our anniversary.” Dean chuckles.

“I promise I thought we would have drinks and dinner first,” he replies. You turn your head and grin at him.

“If only there hadn’t been that handsome stranger at the bar,” you say.

Dean leans his head, kisses you on the nose. “Or that hot wife.”

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nonranghaes · 1 year ago

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joshua's a little too focused on the way you're washing his hair now, head leaned back over the sink as you work. sure, the way you're looking at him now with your nose crinkled in disgust isn't the ideal way for you to look at him... but the feeling of your fingers in his hair makes up for it.

"what the hell was wrong with jeonghan?" you frown to yourself. "i mean, how hard is it to not spill half a milkshake on someone's head...?"

joshua knows exactly what happened and he refuses to give that up. he saw the thumbs up jeonghan gave him when you got worked up, offering to help him wash it out of his hair. it was... nice to be the center of attention, too, as you wiped off whatever dripped onto his face and clothes. this is jeonghan's way of giving the two of you alone time, which is weird as hell, but... he can't complain about spending time with you.

"i guess he slipped."

you hum a little, fingers running through his hair again. all he can think about is that and the fact you're using your shampoo for him. it's nice. a part of him really likes smelling like you, even if the scent won't last forever.

it's weird, though: the other day, jeonghan kept going on about how tired he was of having friends who were 'kind of dumb' about their feelings. and now jeonghan's dumping the rest of his milkshake on his head and pushing for you to help clean him up--

"oh my god." he nearly jerks up as you're pressing the sprayer against his scalp.

"shit, is it too hot?" you pull it back to test it on your own hand. "fuck, shua, i'm--"

"you're in love with me."

you stop what you're doing, staring at him. "what?"

fucking leave it to jeonghan to figure it all out and set this scene in motion in his own way. he's probably still downstairs, laughing with seungcheol at how stupid both you and joshua are to not have picked up on it sooner.

joshua shuts his eyes. "oh my god. we're so fucking dumb."

you don't move at all. then, a second later, he feels water running over his scalp. "so... you're...?"

"yeah." he opens his eyes a moment later. "for a while, yeah."

at first, you don't say anything back to him. you just continue to wash the shampoo out of his hair, and he lives for your touch right now. you're so careful not to tug too hard at his hair, just snaking your fingers through it as you ensure you've washed all of the suds out.

"you wanna officially ditch them, then?" you ask after a moment. "once your hair is dry? we could, i dunno, go to a mall. maybe share a pretzel. maybe catch a movie?"

and he just laughs, so endeared to you. "i'd love that."

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angelsdean · 23 days ago

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Also, since I'm thinking about it now I shall share my headcanon that nobody asked for of how Dean and Lisa originally meet. This is how it goes down every time in my mind.

Dean in 3x02 tells Sam:

DEAN Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing. SAM Yeah. Yeah, the five states, five-day – DEAN (laughs) Yeah. Well, kind of. Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft.

Dean was about 19 at the time....same age he was when he discovered his panty kink with Rhonda.

Personally I think him and Rhonda happened earlier (spring / summer 1998) while he meets Lisa on the later end of his 19th year (like early january 1999).

And Dean tells Sam here that he was on a road trip while John and Sam were wrapping up a hunt. But Sam is like, what, 15? Dean would've been better backup, no? Definitely more experienced. But for some reason John just...let him go on a road trip.....hmmm.

See TO ME, I just can't help but think of what Dean says in 14x12:

DEAN I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that.

SO, I think when Dean meets Lisa it's actually during one of these stints where John sends Dean away. So Dean is essentially homeless, pissed off, and aimless. "Road-tripping" until John cools off and decides Dean can re-join them. This is when Dean meets Lisa.

And sure, it's a fun little fling. But this is Dean we're talking about. He remembers her. He is fond of her, enough to seek her out again all these years later. And it's not just because the sex was so good. To me, I think she was a touch-stone and a good memory in the midst of a pretty shit time. She showed him affection. She basically put a roof over his head ("I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft.") And Dean-y baby forms attachments fast and loves hard. And while EYE personally do not think he was IN LOVE with Lisa at age 19, not the way he falls for Cassie during Stanford Era, I think he was surely fond of her. Had good memories of her.

As for the sex..."best night of her life" "crazy, semi-illegal" sex....WELL. That's where the "this is post-Rhonda" part comes in.

[and sorry to my staunch gay Dean truthers, I love you and support your beliefs, but this is gonna be very bisexual]

Now I don't think Dean was ever prudish about sex. And if you know me you know I don't buy into "sexually repressed" Dean fanon / headcanons. I think he's been aware of his sexuality since he was a young teen. I think he's always been a "I'll try anything once" kind of guy. But I think, before Rhonda, he wasn't really having very adventurous or kinky sex with women. I think he was still keeping his bisexuality on the down-low with women and playing up a specific Role in these relationships. But then, Rhonda shows him another way and shatters his preconceived notions of what sex with women is like. Rhonda (my bi queen<3) shows Dean the wonderful world of m/f QUEER SEX. And Dean is like "oh. Oh, I can be the submissive one. I can be penetrated, if I want."

Anyways, so, Lisa. Miss "Guess I was a little wild back then." Yeah, she definitely pegged him. Like, best-sex-of-her-life? YEAH GIRL. She finally got to peg a guy!

And Dean's whole "she was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life" thing? YEAH that's because our girl Lisa helped him bend into alllllll sorts of new positions. Yoga TEACHER. Bendiest weekend of HIS life. She was turning him into a pretzel and drilling his holes.

Anyways. This is my truth.

#headcanons #MY canon #deanlisa #deanrhonda #dean and sex #dean is not repressed #so yea lisa also knows he's bi. to me. just like cassie knew. cassie rhonda lisa his fun queer sex m/f experiences.#idk if i see lisa as bi too but. she SHOULD get herself a girlfriend.#vic.txt #queer dean #vics spn rewatch

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pedge-page · 1 year ago

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Joel and Preggo Wife drabble after Sarah is born --

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Shes almost 2 now. Walking and fussy as ever, screaming and crying and refusing everything.

Youre trying to get ready for work but Joels really struggling to get her to settle down for a day with Dad.

"Just put on those sensory videos. There's like fruit dancing and stuff," you suggest while slinging your work bag over your shoulder.

"Oh please. There's no way that stuff works."

You turn on a looped video of smiling fruit and vegetables hopping across the screen, and Joel and Sarah stop screaming and tugging each other's hair for a moment to watch the screen with curious eyes.

She's gone quiet, finally, so a win is a win for now.

"I'll be back during lunch, so hold the fort, ok?"

Joel, with a deadpan face still watching the Banana on TV wiggle side to side, just nods. Sarah sits in pretzel in his lap on the floor, also watching with a blank expression.

You shrug and leave.

After a few hours, you manage to get back home for lunch. Joel hadn't texted you the entire time, so either Sarah somehow miraculously behaved herself, or they're both dead.

Instead, you walk in to find Joel still sitting pretzel on the floor, hypnotized by the TV.

There is no 2 year old present in the room.

"Joel!"

"Huh."

"Where's Sarah??"

"Shes right here," he says calmly, eyes are fixed ahead at the blueberries as he pats the curly teddy bear sitting in his lap.

You put your hands on your hips and walk in front of the TV.

"Hey we're watching that!"

You tap your foot and look down to his lap.

Joel follows your gaze down to the plush and absent child, and immediately shouts "WHERES SARAH??" turning around frantically.

You walk behind the couch and to your relief, find Sarah curled up and sleeping softly. She had made a whole nest of blankets and pillows and put herself down for a nap. She clearly also swiped herself for her teddy bear in Joel's lap while he was entranced by the fruit so he wouldn't notice her absence.

"How long did you leave her like this??"

"Um, I dont know-- I swear she didn't make a sound the entire time. I didn't even notice... You only left like 20 mins ago so it couldn't--"

"Joel I left 4 hours ago. You've been watching the damn sensory video the entire time!"

Joel's face expands into shock. "Wow. That shit works."

You drop Sarah off at Tommy's place and Joel warns him about watching the videos.

"What? It's supposed to make her brain go blank. Not us, dude are you serious?" He scoffs.

The next morning Tommy is glued to the dancing fruit video and Sarah slept in his lap the entire night.

He has serious bags under his reddened eyes " You guys are early? Im supoosed to have her the whole night?"

"Its MORNING."

Tommy looks back at the TV incredulously. " How long is this loop????"

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wraith-apologist · 2 months ago

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Medical Considerations - Stargate SG-1/Atlantis The Official Magazine #11, August 2006

I'm not sure how good the image quality is going to be after upload so the story is under the cut as well for easier reading

Also it says "goes back to season 4" but to me this definitely reads as early season 1? Anyways, enjoy

Like so many jobs, being a doctor has its ups and downs. Moments you treasure... and moments you wish you could forget. This moment? Aaaah... this moment was one for the record books. Our redoubtable Colonel O'Neill was lying prone on an infirmary bed. With some difficulty I'd persuaded him to remove his ruined combat trousers. And his boots. And his socks. The only thing missing was the bear skin rug. I'd've grabbed a camera - if only I weren't sure he'd tie my arms in a pretzel for trying...

Oh well. A girl can dream.

Face buried in his folded arms, the colonel said, muffled: "I can't believe it, Carter. You shot me in the ass."

On the other side of the curtained cubicle, Sam cleared her throat. "I'm so sorry, Colonel. Really."

"In the ass, Carter," he repeated. "I had no idea it was that big a target."

"If it helps, sir, I wasn't aiming at you. I was aiming at Daniel."

"Oh, thank you very much," said an aggrieved Daniel Jackson, also on the other side of the curtain. "I-"

"No, Captain, it doesn't help," said the colonel, ruthlessly interrupting. He does that when he's peeved. "Daniel's ass is twice the size of mine. You know, this exercise was meant for his benefit, but if you've been glued to a microscope so long you can't-"

"Telescope, sir," said Sam, interrupting right back as Daniel protested incoherently. "I'm an astrophysicist, not a biologist. But I kept up my weapons' ratings. 97 per cent accuracy last practice session."

Interesting. Jack O'Neill has one of the most dominant personalities I've ever met. To survive everything he's survived, I guess it's a prerequisite. But Captain Samantha Carter was still a mystery to me. Even on a good day it's tough for women in the military; for her to survive not only the hazards of stargate travel but the overwhelming force of nature named Colonel Jack O'Neill, she'd have to be more than terrifyingly intelligent. A lot more.

I confess, I'd been a bit worried about Sam Carter. But hearing her stand up to the colonel I stopped worrying and started smiling.

Making sure he couldn't see me, of course.

The colonel snorted. "97 per cent, captain? Mine was 99.5, and thereby lands a paintball in the ass!"

"Actually, Jack, you're being unfair," said Daniel, coherent again. "I was facing Captain Carter when you were shot, and you crossed her line of fire. Not on purpose, obviously, but you were so keen to shoot me and I'm trying very hard not to take that personally, by the way I don't think you realized your position."

Well, well. So here was someone else not in awe of our intimidating colonel. Interesting. Especially since O'Neill wasn't biting Daniel's head off for daring to question his expertise in public and in front of a subordinate.

"Daniel Jackson is correct, O'Neill," said SG-1's fourth and most unusual member. "You did indeed present your ass as a target. Perhaps retirement has affected you more than you realise."

The colonel tensed at that, but said nothing. I was amazed all over again. Not only that Teal'c would say it, but that O'Neill would accept it. It meant he was rattled; something you didn't see every day.

Time to put him out of his various miseries. "Actually, if we're going to be accurate, it was the colonel's hip that was hit, not his ass," I said briskly. "Now since you three are unhurt I suggest you forget the Greek Chorus routine and let me do my job." And even though I was being perfectly pleasant, I made sure there was just enough doctor in my voice they couldn't mistake an order for a suggestion.

"Okay," said Sam. "Sir, we'll see you later. And again, I really am sorry."

"Forget it, Carter," said the colonel. "Vamoose, and get that paint washed off. Baby puke yellow isn't your color."

The rest of SG-1 obediently vamoosed, and I got down to business. The paintball round had hit O'Neill directly on a knot of ugly scar tissue. As I probed the surrounding blotched bruise he sucked air in hard between his teeth.

"Sorry," I murmured. "I guess sleeping dogs don't like being woken."

"Not so much," he admitted. "Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to juice up the paintball charges after all, hmm?"

It was the hip he'd damaged falling out of the sky over Iraq. Just one of many insults his body has endured over the years, that very few people know anything about. On the base, only General Hammond and I are privy to that information. It's a dubious honor. Reading Jack O'Neill's medical file almost turned my hair white.

"There's no damage, as such,"

I assured him. "The paintball's impact excited the nerves, that's all. I'll give you a shot of meperidine, apply some heat, and you'll be fine."

"Whatever. Just get me out of here."

"Teal'c is right, you know," I said, taking a risk. "You've been off active duty for over a year. You might want to ease back into this. Tread lightly. Not just for your sake, but for Dr Jackson's, too."

"Joining SG1 was Daniel's idea. I warned him it'd be sink or swim. If you think I'm going to cut him any slack just because he's a civilian playing catch-up you didn't read my file closely enough."

I worry about Daniel. Quietly distraught, grieving for his lost Sha're, he spends every waking moment trying to prove he's good enough for SG1. Trying to measure up to Jack O'Neill. "Trust me, Colonel," I snapped.

"I read every last syllable. All I'm saying is -"

"Irrelevant." The colonel shifted his head, revealing one unenthusiastic eye. "Besides, He won't thank me for treading lightly. He wants his wife back."

I sighed. "I know."

"Then act like it. Doctor."

Which neatly put paid to that conversation.

I turned my attention to his physical well-being. Painkillers, heat packs and rest did the trick. I didn't see SG1 again till two days later, when they turned up in the infirmary for a standard pre-mission physical.

"You're going to P7X-882?" I said, inspecting Daniel's tonsils. "Why? I thought SG4 already declared the planet abandoned and unprofitable?"

"They did," said Sam, as she pressed cotton wool against the needle hole in her arm. "That's why it's perfect."

"For?"

"A little serious combat training," said Colonel O'Neill.

As Daniel pulled a face at the taste of the tongue-depressor I'd just dropped into the bin I said, "Not a bad idea. But why take it off-world?"

"That was my suggestion," Teal'c answered. "The terrain surrounding Cheyenne Mountain is well known to SGC personnel. For a true testing we should conduct exercises on unfamiliar territory."

It made sense. It also made me antsy. "Just you four? Or will this be a multi-team extravaganza?"

"Only us this time," said the colonel. "If it turns out to be a good training ground Hammond's keen to establish larger scale skirmishes."

"If I recall, P7X-882 is a pretty harsh place."

"Which would be why I picked it," said the colonel, teeth bared in a smile. "Now can we go?"

He was walking just fine again, Daniel's tonsils were pink and healthy. Sam's blood pressure was a textbook 120/80 and Teal'c was ... Teal'c. "Yes. Go. Have fun. And come back in one piece," I added as they reached the infirmary door. "Don't go falling over any cliffs."

God. Me and my big mouth.

The next morning I was catching up on paperwork when my phone rang.

"We have a situation, Doctor Frasier," said General Hammond. "Report to the embarkation room."

I dropped my pen, kicked over the chair and ran.

"It's Daniel," said Sam via the MALP's remote feed. She looked filthy and exhausted and worried to death. "He fell through a crevasse into a cave and he's pinned under a rock. Teal'c tried to free him but we need portable lifting equipment to get him out."

"What's his condition?" I asked.

"No internal injuries or broken bones but he's pretty banged up and I'm sure he's concussed. I've done what I can but he needs a doctor before he's moved."

I exchanged a look with the general, who leaned into the camera. "Captain, I'm sending you SG-5 and Doctor Frasier. Is the rest of SG1 all right?"

"We're fine, sir. Just hurry, please. It'll be dark in a few hours." She cut the connection. "I'd like to take a med team, too, General," I said. "Just in case."

"Take whoever you need," said Hammond. "Off-world protocols, Doctor. You've got half an hour."

Thirty minutes isn't long enough to prep two teams for 'gate travel, but I didn't argue. SG5 and my team stepped out of the wormhole onto P7X-882 42 minutes later. Sam was waiting for us, almost dancing on the spot with impatience. There was dried blood on her hands, her face, her fatigues.

"I'm fine,” she said as she hurried us towards a distant stunted treeline. The surrounding terrain was brown, barren, rocky. The air was thin and dry, the single sun low and burning. "Most of it's Daniel's.”

That conjured unpleasant images. "How is he?"

"Hanging in there.” She toggled her vest radio. "Colonel, it's Carter. We're on our way."

Crackly, distorted, the colonel replied. "Make it snappy. Teal'c's hurt now."

Sam said something very unladylike under her breath. "Copy that, sir. See you soon."

"How far, Captain?" said Major Barlow, SG-5's team leader.

"A little under three miles," Sam replied, and glanced at the equipment-laden members of his team. "Sorry."

Barlow just grunted, and picked up the pace.

We heard Daniel before we saw him. Some trick of the cave he was trapped in amplified his voice, which escaped from the crevasse he'd fallen through.

"What? That translates as 'The parrot of my great-aunt is limping'! You've read it wrong, Jack! Try again!"

Teal'c sat on a boulder nearby. The left side of his face was smeared with blood from a vicious scalp wound high above his eye. When he saw us he stood and shouted down to the cave below. "They are here, O'Neill!"

"Good!" the colonel shouted back. "Send them down quick, before I kill Daniel!"

I tried to look at Teal'c's wound, but he blocked the effort. "My symbiote heals me. You must attend to Daniel Jackson."

"I will," I said. "If you'll show me how to reach him."

The rocky plateau we stood on was humped and riven with crevasses, scattered with boulders large and small. "He is down there," said Teal'c, pointing. One side of the crevasse he indicated was newly scarred, its old lip had broken away, revealing fresh pink stone veined with a purple mineral I didn't recognize. "I will lower you to him by rope. But you must be extremely careful. The cave is unstable."

Great. As SG5 unpacked the equipment they'd humped from the 'gate I told my med team to stand by, tied the climbing rope round me in an abseiler's cradle, took an extra-tight hold of my medkit and let Teal'c lower me through the crevasse to my patient.

The cave's interior was dimly lit with field lamps, enough so I could see Daniel pinned ankle to mid-chest beneath a single slab of fallen rock, and Colonel O'Neill crouched beside him. Cleaned of blood, Daniel's drawn face was cut and bruised and his eyes were unfocused.

"You don't need me, do you?" said the colonel, straightening as I touched the rubble- strewn cave floor.

Like Sam, he looked exhausted. Bloody. Caked with dirt. I didn't bother trying to check him over. "No," I said, and handed him the rope. Moments later he was being hauled out of the cave and it was just me and Daniel.

"Hey there, Dr Jackson," I said, kneeling beside him. "How are you doing?"

"I've been better," he whispered. "Is Jack gone?"

I locked up, to see the colonel's boots disappearing through the crevasse. "Yes."

"Good," he said, and started shaking. "Sorry, sorry," he stuttered, teeth chattering. "God, how embarrassing..."

"It's okay, you're in shock," I soothed him as I checked his pulse, his color, his capillary refill. "Does it hurt when you breathe? Or when I do this? This? This?"

It didn't. There were no broken bones or squished internal organs. Bruises aplenty, and some nasty scrapes and cuts, definitely a concussion, but otherwise he was intact. Thank God. The large rock holding him fast to the cave floor hadn't crushed him, just sat balanced on smaller rocks and pinned him down like a cat's paw, too heavy to be lifted even by someone as strong as Teal'c.

Mindful of his rattled brain, I gave him a light painkiller to take the edge off things. Punching the needle through his skin I said, "What were you translating?"

Daniel turned his head a little, lifted his free arm and pointed. "It's cuneiform. Related to the Hittite language, I think. Here, of all places. Miraculous."

The ancient writing had been carved into the cave wall. Lots and lots of mysterious symbols that made as much sense to me as crow-tracks in snow. To Daniel, it was like reading the morning newspaper. Incredible.

"How did you find -"

"We were playing military Hide and Seek," Daniel said, his teeth still chattering. "I was running over the plateau and I tripped. Came down beside the crevasse. When I realized there was a cave underneath I couldn't not investigate. Used one of my flares. Don't tell Jack. I saw the inscriptions - tried to get a better look - and the edge of the crevasse gave way."

"You could've been killed," I scolded. He managed a smile. "But I wasn't. And I found this." His blurry eyes again tried to focus on his discovery.

"Fool's luck," I said. "With emphasis on the 'fool'." Despite the circumstances, I laughed. "And only you would be worried about accurate translations at a time like this."

He flinched, and suddenly there were tears in his eyes. "I was distracting myself."

His distress was more than plain shock, or the mild pain of his injuries. I leaned closer, resting my hand against his cheek. "Daniel, what's wrong? You can tell me, it's doctor-patient privilege. Is there something you haven't -"

"My parents," he whispered. His undamaged fingers groped for mine. "They died like this. Crushed. When I was little. I was there..."

Oh, dear God. "Daniel, I'm so sorry. But you're safe now, and we're getting you out of here."

He nodded. "I know. I know. It's just..."

I held his hand and crooned nonsense as he battled his demon memory. Overhead, the others' voices rose and fell in spirited debate, working out how best to rescue him.

"Don't tell Jack," he said at last. "He doesn't need more grief." The ghost of a smile touched his lips. Affectionate. Regretful. "He'll tear me a new one for this but he really blames himself. He always does, when someone gets hurt."

I suspected as much, given his personal history, but it was interesting to have Daniel confirm my hunch. As hard as he argued with the colonel - and they really did go at it sometimes - I'd sensed beneath the passionate opposition an unexpected vein of protectiveness. Observed a kind of watchful concern that couldn't be explained by current events.

Daniel knew something about Jack O'Neill that I, with all my impressive security clearances and access, didn't. Something I was certain involved the first mission to Abydos. Boy, did I want to know what it was.

"If he starts yelling at me," said Daniel, "let him. Okay? It'll make him feel better."

Before I could answer, the colonel dropped smoothly back into the cave. "We're ready. Is he stable enough to be moved, doc?"

"Yes. Provided you take it easy."

"Then stand back. This'll be tricky." I squashed myself into the farthest corner of the cave, up against Daniel's precious cuneiform, and watched as a cramped and crowded O'Neill, Teal'c and half of SG5 performed the sweaty, delicate extraction, assisted by Sam and the rest of SG5 up on the plateau. A couple of times my heart stopped, but thanks to Teal'c disaster was averted.

Those inscriptions weren't the only miracle in that cave, let me tell you.

At last Daniel was freed. After another swift medical assessment - our resident archeologist's bruises would've taken first prize in a modern art exhibition - I saw him secured in a harness and lifted to safety. Then I grabbed hold of the rope and followed him up.

The last light was fading fast; we'd need torches to get back to the 'gate. Efficient as ever, my med team already had Daniel strapped to the evac stretcher. He wasn't happy about it. "I'm fine, I can walk, you don't have to carry-"

"Daniel!" barked Colonel O'Neill. "The only thing stopping me from knocking you on your ass and shooting you green and orange with my paintball gun is you staying horizontal on that damned stretcher!"

Daniel tried to sit up. "Look, Jack-"

"Daniel!"

Daniel subsided, grumbling. All right, all right. There's no need to yell." In the fading light I caught his swift, secret glance in my direction. The faintest of shadows still haunted his eyes, but his lips quirked. "I'm not deaf."

"You're damned lucky you're not dead, moron," was the colonel's sympathetic reply. "Now let's get the hell out of here. I'm missing The Simpsons, thanks to you."

Sam insisted on taking one end of the stretcher. Teal'c took the other. I nodded at the med team and they fell in behind. SG5 took point, torches blazing the path back to the stargate. As the expedition moved out Colonel O'Neill touched my elbow.

"You're sure he's okay?"

In combat boots I'm knee-high to a grasshopper. Staring up at him, perilously close to cricking my neck, I said calmly, "Of course. D'you think I'd let you yell at him if he wasn't?"

The colonel looked worn down. On edge. There were shadows in his eyes, too. Unpleasant memories. But even so, his expression was rueful. Resigned. Beneath the surface tension, aggravated affection. “He'll want to come back here, you know. He'll nag nonstop until I get Hammond to greenlight a mission exploring every last damned cave looking for chicken scratchings on the walls. Cuneiform!" He made a sound of disgust. "What is that? It's not even a proper word!"

I grinned. "You're very fond of Daniel, aren't you, Colonel?"

"Fond?" Another derisive snort. "He drives me nuts."

"Even so. You'll get Hammond to agree. Won't you."

The colonel grunted. "Maybe. It depends."

"On?"

"On whether I get home in time for The Simpsons. Let's move out, doctor."

True to my word, I didn't tell the colonel, or anyone, what Daniel confided to me in that cave. In my job we call it The Seal of The Bedpan. I understand his reluctance to share; he's the only civilian on a team of seasoned, formidable warriors. He's afraid if he shows any kind of weakness it might count against him. Diminish him in their eyes. Especially the colonel's. He's wrong about that, but it's something he needs to discover for himself..

I still don't know what happened between him and O'Neill on that first insane mission to Abydos. But give me time. I'll find out. And when I do, I'll be one step closer to understanding what makes those mismatched friends tick.

I can't wait.

#Stargate #stargate sg1 #stargate sg 1 #Janet Fraiser #Daniel Jackson #jack o'neill #sam carter #teal'c #my post #also i have the jpgs in magazine spread form so its just 3 images as well as a pdf if anyone wants them

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lockandkeycake · 2 years ago

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Ignore this post, my HoTD moots, this is going to be a long post you don't care about.

it's PJO/HoO rant time.

What can I say, Tumblr brings me back to the simpler times of 2016.

Y'all baby Frank too much. Like. Way too much.

Leo was a dick at times, no doubt. But I think y'all forget Frank was absolutely being antagonistic because he was paranoid over Leo looking like Hazel's ex. You can argue it's because Leo fired on New Rome, but Frank himself counters that claim and Leo is initially grateful Frank didn't blame him.

Frank was also the first one to bring up Sammy, not Hazel, just before that. Later, all before Leo says anything against Frank, Piper thinks Frank's behavior is because it seems like Leo and Hazel had a history. This is a longer bit of a book scene, but I feel like it gets ignored.

This is still before Leo says anything against Frank. I will be saying that a number of more times. Leo just complimented his ability and Frank responds with a pretty catty comment about Leo's physical abilities. You can see the difference in how he reacts even more clearly in a scene before, when Hazel is commenting on Frank turning into a dragon

Frank doesn't counter the idea to become a dragon, he just has an issue with leaving Hazel with Leo. Leo again, so far, isn't upset with Frank. He wants to prove he's trustworthy.

When Piper does her fun little exorcism on the lads, this happens. I have to say yet again. Leo has not insulted Frank at this point. Not a huge issue, Frank was a bit shaken up, but it was still kind of a dick move to just. Let him hit the dirt. I'll excuse it because it is very funny.

Later when they find out about Nico, this scene below happens. Leo has still not said anything against Frank at this point - Jason even agrees repeatedly with Leo, but Frank only glares at Leo.

After this, when Hazel is upset and leaves, Leo starts to likely say he should go apologize, but Frank cuts him off saying, "you've done enough."

We're a few hundred pages through the book now at this point. Frank has insulted Leo, he doesn't trust him, doesn't want Hazel around him, singles him out, and literally let him fall to the ground. Leo has not said anything against him yet.

Even Percy notes that Frank's mood is tied to his relationship with Hazel, and Leo seemingly threatening that.

(and for those who are curious - baleful means threateningly, or to wish harm)

This is when, after a good chunk into the novel, we reach Leo's first dig at Frank.

Then ~the iguana incident~ comes not long after, but if you're going to call this Leo bullying him, you'd have to include... Everyone. Since they literally all laughed at Frank turning into a lizard to get out of the finger trap. Hazel, Percy, Annabeth, everyone. Not a fun moment for Frank, I sympathize with him there, but I wouldn't personally call this pointed bullying. You may disagree but I do not think at the very least that Riordan intended it to be seen as bullying. This is followed by Leo sending Frank's dirty laundry out on Buford for awhile (though he does claim that it would be cleaned and returned to him, eventually we do learn the laundry is lost. This was not a planned thing by Leo, and I don't understand why this is characterized by some people as him purposely throwing away Frank's clothes.)

All this eventually leads to this exchange.

Gee, I don't know, Frank. Maybe because you keep glaring at him anytime you're around him to the point even Percy was like oh boy I got to get him off the ship before he folds Leo like a pretzel.

Later, Frank actually helps save Leo in eagle form, but ends up injured in the process - and drops Leo. I really don't think Frank meant to drop him, but Leo thinks Frank dropped him on purpose. That's kind of a big thing, even though it's a minor line.

Then, Frank is back to being untrusting of Leo. He's glowering, glaring, and again - doesn't want to leave Leo with Hazel.

When Hazel is alone with Leo, she finally takes the time to defend Frank.

So, clearly, Frank scares Leo.

Leo scares Frank.

It's a fun horrible little wicked web! It's almost like the author intended them to buttheads! Shocking!

I've run out of pictures to add!

I could and probably will continue this nonsense, but the general point of this rant is Frank is not just some totally sweet big guy who has never done anything wrong in his entire life, and characterizing him as such just makes him boring. He's self conscious, insecure, and lashes out at- boy, doesn't that sound familiar. Anyway.

He was kind of a dick to Leo, and Leo was kind of a dick to him in turn.

I'm pretty sure I had a better ending for this originally, that summed everything up, but now I'm distracted and just bitter they didn't kiss.

I didn't even have time to reach their interactions underwater.

#leo valdez #frank zhang #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #if i tag this #valzhang #how angry would y'all be #what about #frazeleo

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 8 months ago

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Hello! I found this small but really interesting ask about some comments Alya made in Origins about Adrien that Imthepunchlord answered a long while ago, and I’d love to also hear your thoughts on the points that they and the asker brought up! Please feel free to put your thoughts directly in a reblog if you like the post enough to add to it instead of answering this ask since that would probably be convoluted.

https://imthepunchlord.tumblr.com/post/651542468774526976/i-just-rewatched-origins-and-i-cant-stop

(link to the post in question)

I don't have much to add. @imthepunchlord summed the issue up really well at the end of their post, "what is 'in character' is up for debate most of the time."

These kinds of character analysis questions just aren't possible in Miraculous. The characters are wildly inconsistent, so you're not taking a well crafted story and pointing out how it all flows together. You're taking a slapdash story and twisting yourself into a pretzel to try to make it all make sense. Hard pass. That's why I just focus on the character's core and ignore a lot of the nonsense that canon pulls. It's not that I want to deny canon. It's that you cannot embrace all of canon and write a good story.

However, you all know that I love to play fix it, so let's give Alya some sugar and talk about how you can write her character to make her reactions to Adrien make a little more sense. I don't think that canon has thought her through this much, but this approach really fits her character and I love it! For those who don't want to follow the link to the original ask, we're looking at this bit of dialogue:

Marinette: Okay. I get it. Good job, you three. Very funny. Adrien: No, no, I was just trying to take this off! Marinette: Oh, really? You're friends with Chloé, right? Adrien: Why do people keep saying that? (Marinette huffs; he goes to his seat) Chloé: Now do you see what I mean about respect? Marinette: I know I've seen him somewhere before. (sees images of Gabriel and Adrien Agreste on Alya's cellphone) Of course! He's the son of my fave fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste! Alya: Daddy's boy, teen supermodel, AND Chloé's buddy? Ha! Forget it.

And trying to make sense of how Alya goes from this to being the head of team Adrienette. The obvious answer is that something happens off screen between Origins and the main part of canon, but let's go a little deeper than that.

A lot of people approach Alya as a reporter. A truth seeker. A fact finder. That approach isn't wrong, it may even be how canon wants you to read her, but it's not the approach that I like to take. Whenever I have time to really flesh Alya out, I go a slightly different route.

To me, Alya is a story teller. She wants the stories she tells to be accurate, but she can easily get caught up in a narrative and forget to take a moment to check her facts. A good reporter watching the above exchange would go, "If Adrien is a bully, then why did he protest his innocence? What's the real story? Who can I talk to in order to get the facts?"

A story teller may still do that, but they may also take Chloé's earlier bullying along with Adrien being Chloé's friend and come up with a very believable story about Adrien being "Daddy's boy, teen supermodel, AND Chloé's buddy." It fits the facts that the story teller knows and they don't have a reporter's instinct question everything. They'll only start to question their version of the story once a hard fact pops up that goes against the story.

The reason I like this approach is that Alya is the chosen of Illusions. That's not a great fit for a truth seeker. Illusions is a much better fit for someone who is drawn to stories. A person who values the truth, but who isn't driven by it. A good reporter is driven by truth. A good story teller is driven by the call of a good story.

If we take that approach and look at Alya's actions in Origins, then we see that she had a story in her head and was happy to fit the pieces into that story until Adrien did something that no longer fit the story. That's when the "ask questions, get the real story" instinct kicked in, leading her to discover that she'd misjudged Adrien. It would have been nice to see that happening on screen, but Origins didn't have time for that so we're just left wondering what changed Alya's mind and making up various stories to explain it.

You can also take Origins and use it as the start of an arc where Alya learns to be a better reporter by not jumping to conclusions since she does a lot of jumping to conclusions in season one (and even does it on occasion in later seasons). But you don't need to give every character a strong character arc like that and I enjoy letting Alya be solid as-is. I tend to tone down her jumping to conclusions issues and make her more open to giving things a second look.

This is extra true because Marinette has a pretty clear problem with snap judgments, so I don't want her and Alya to have the same flaw. I want Alya to be more unique in her flaws. It's not that she jumps to conclusions, it's that she's a little too quick to stop asking questions once she has a believable narrative. It's in the same vein as Marinette, but still it's own thing. It's also still a flaw that Alya needs to work on, but in a more nuanced way where it also acts as a strength under the right circumstances such as when she's in the field and needs to come up with illusions on the fly.

I cannot say if this is what canon is trying to do with Alya. The bones of this read are there, but the bones of the reporter read are also there. I just like this read more. It doesn't drastically change Alya, it's just a minor nuance that makes her fit into her place in the story with a little more grace.

#anon ask #alya deserves better #ml writing critical #ml writing salt #sorry that it took me so long to answer this one #I kept thinking that I had nothing to add but I left it in my inbox in case I eventually changed my mind #And today I suddenly read it and had a thought #so here you go!

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belowzion · 1 year ago

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Adam and Why I Felt His Character Disappointing

Sooo, I have watched the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel! While I did really enjoy Status Quo (The song, the fact that Vox loses his first match against Alastor in the show is quite sad.) the rest of the show, I had a lot of problems. Especially the way they handled Adam.

(Look at this lil' shid.)

The dude-bro thing is just too much. It feels like his entire character is just Mammon but Angel.

Now, I've been working on rewrites for months now, slowly turning it into my own piece of fiction. Funnily enough, me and Vivzie had the same idea of taking from Paradise Falls. I feel like the book is great and can have many different ways of interpreting it. However, I am not here to talk about Lucifer, so lets instead get back to Adam.

So, let me tell you all about Adam in Below Zion and how he is in a bit of an odd spot considering Angels...:

Adam is in his luxury spire, pacing around, phone in hand, another hand flailing, disappointment, sadness and anger is felt in the presence of his holy living room.

"You hold the keys to the Well of Souls, you lead an army of an entirely new species of Angels! And you're letting these absolute nutjobs beat you!? Adam, come on! You're better than that! I mean for fuck sake man, you have the name of the first human! He got like... 100 percent of woman in his time!"

"Good on him, but i have 0 percent. I'm telling you, there's something wrong with women. They Never go for a nice guy like me, only for douchebags who probably don't even treat them right!"

"Well, Adam. Do tell me… how would YOU treat your woman?" "Well, i treat M'lady like a queen, of course! They don't know how good they would have it with me!"

"... M'lady...M'lady? Adam... you don't treat woman like... oh my... Mrghhh! Look, this is the third time this week. Why don't you just come over to me and... we'll talk bro to bro. How does that sound, hm?"

"...I don't know what you have, the Virtuosos (opposite of sinner, worships angels despite flaws) tell me it's Top gentemanly behavior of the century. And yes... I'd love that. I'm coming. And i'm bringing my emotional support Lute."

"... Just... just come over here and we'll fix you up... or attempt to at least..." Adam sighs, and hangs up. Lute comes out of Adams room with a suggestive smile, like she always does.

"Mmm, we're visiting Master Lucifer, sir?"

"We are, my dear Lute."

He says, kissing her forehead.

"Just a trip for a talk between bros. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"

"Indeed, sir... Would you like me to transform?"

"That would be preferable for the way... yes. Makes getting out of town easier."

She nods... and folds into a brilliant lute! And then... Adam is off... taking flight to meet with Lucy...

Adam is an agent of Lucifer whom is... okay, lets not beat around the bush here. He is an incel. The odd thing here is that, Exterminators are an unofficial branch of Heavens military. So unofficial that even Arch-Angels don't know about them. They are robotic angels, made by Lucifer and a dear friend of his, trained and maintained by Adam. Adam is also not the leader of the Angels. He works at a very high position, that being that he guards the Well of Souls that leads to the conjuration of all the souls on Earth. All Exterminators are made for Lucifer and Adam. The marks on their eyes are the Mark of Lucifer. They belong to him. They do whatever HE wants.

This makes Adams girlfriend a robot.

He has an AI girlfriend.

He objectifies women to no end.

He is also very good at his job as being Lucifers mole in Heaven. While Sinners do pacts with each other, Adam allows Lucifer to have a foothold in Heaven, years after he got kicked out...

Adam is in his luxury spire, sitting at his computer, with a plate of pretzels on the desk, phone in hand, screaming wildly to it!

"What you're suggesting is ABSOLUTELY ludicrous! I will have NONE of it! You will deal with the Brightwing family until next week or I'll make sure to put that pact to good use!"

From the phone, a rather paniced individual speaks!

"Hah, BITCH! You think you have any say in here!? Killing the guys children- what don't tell me YOU have any children!? You do?! Well, uh, thats the thing! Noooot anymore you don't! I'll see you again soooooon~

The other angel on the phone seems to speak in an extremely agitated and afraid tone! Pleading!

"Oh! Changed your mind have you!? Great, GREAT! NOW! I got the whole thing planned out for you, so YOU can't mess this up! Sending you the docs. DON'T. MESS. THIS. UP! BYE, ASSHOLE!"

He hangs up and grins triumphantly…

He continues to deal with the usual fluff. Lucifers extend into heavens business. Angels need a good amount of convincing to stay in line sometimes, but it's good work, and… dare he say it, fun~ With how he feels life is treating him, it feels Great to be able to make the lives of others even worse. It having such a positive impact on the work of his best bud is of course a wonderful bonus!

He is a lonely asshole that lives off of the misery of others and finds purpose in serving someone like Lucifer.

He is a villain, but he is a lot more complicated than just being a dude-bro.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel rewrite

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somefishycat · 7 months ago

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WIP Wednesday 10/16/24 (with a few bonus sentences from 10/9/24's backlog!)

marble wall 2 for @loyal-house-of-lupin @kallisto-k @quietly-sleeping @violet-prism-creatively @adhdavinci

@creative-girl

Each of them orders something different, and they all share so everyone can try different things. And they each get an eye scream, of course. They don't have eyes in them, though. Now that he thinks about it, Gus didn't see any eyes in this whole store… Well. Everyone eats except Hunter. That's nothing new, but then he so casually mentions that he'd never actually had eye scream. It makes Gus sad again. Luz starts to say something, but quickly shuts up when her mom approaches. She silently hands her the remaining half of her giant soft pretzel. “Ready?” Camila asks, finishing the snack. “The next bus should be here soon.” The stuff in the basket is now in plah-stick bags, so they can each carry some in addition to their bags of clothes. It's a lot. Gus kind of gets, now, why Camila insisted on only the most essential items for today. They feed the transport demon some more snails and Camila tells its trainer where to take them. And then they go back home. At least as close as they can get to home, now.

marble wall 3 for @asha10100101010 @wizisbored @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @twyrewolf @tamsinswriting (x2)

@sourb0i

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be too late. This is something that Hunter should probably say now. “Great,” he says instead. “Looking forward to that.” Oh well. He's sure the rest of them can choose something nice without him there. Willow… Willow has to be good at that, right? “And… what do we say?” Vee asks. “I think we're supposed to talk about what a great person you were? Is that how this works? I've never actually… been to a funeral before.” And she probably wouldn't have much good to say about him. She barely knows him, except as the Golden Guard. That's fine. He thinks he'd rather not hear everyone talk about him like that anyway. It's weird, and wouldn't feel as genuine, probably. “I'd rather you not, I think. Not while I can hear it? I'm right here. Don't talk about me like I'm not right here.”

ones left behind for @whimsicalmeerkat @kalira (x2) @zyrafowe-sny @aparticularbandit (x2) @enigma-the-mysterious

“As touching as your concern is,” he says, refusing to be intimidated by Raine Whispers, “I assure you, I have thought this through. I want to find them as much as you do. And we need to know what happened to Belos. We don't have a convenient spirit to question anymore.” He doesn't explain, doesn't need to explain, why he didn't do so when he had the chance. He probably wouldn't have gotten a coherent answer without an Oracle witch assisting. (Admittedly, he didn't really try that hard, either. Perhaps Steve would have been enough?) “If you're sure. And if Eber agrees.” Darius is fairly sure Eber has been listening in for a while. If they had any objections, they'd have interrupted by now. A furry orange head pokes through the doorway. Eberwolf grins. Excellent. Whatever they find out there, they'll be ready.

@1attheedge @eriquin @auburnlaughter (x2) @stonemaskedtaliesin @post-and-out (x2)

@asha10100101010

Talking isn't really Eberwolf’s thing. Nor is drinking poisoned apple blood. Listening to the other two dumbasses make fools of themselves, though? Of course he's doing that. He plays with Darius's scroll, too. The man left it unlocked when he tossed it aside, a choice Eber intends to make him regret. He's just finished changing the background to a rather lovely picture of Odalia Blight when the scroll dings. Someone is messaging Darius? Interesting. Eber reads the message, of course. If Darius wanted them to stay out of his conversations, he shouldn't have left his scroll open. It's not from Alador Blight, unfortunately. That would have been fun. Instead it's that Porter guy on the crystal? I know we haven't spoken in a long time, the message reads, but I noticed your crystal ball is disconnected. I'm sorry. Eber doesn't reply. Darius probably wouldn't. Here's a summary of today's report. I heard you were working with Eda; you might find some of it relevant. Any information you may have regarding the whereabouts of my son would be greatly appreciated. Thank you. Eber waits a few more minutes, but that's it. They reply, :(, and then open the attached page. There's some stuff about Eda. That she's still out there, they knew that. A retraction of the report from a week ago accusing her of murdering the kid, that's new. And some other things Eberwolf doesn't really care about. You're not Darius.

#wip wednesday #golden ghost au #ooops looks like olb is gonna be a multichapter now too #ooh. how about 3. one for each of them.#also eber is so fun to write why haven't i done this before

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glittter-vamp · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER 7

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: 18+MDNI. Angsty. Mentions of homophobia. Fluffy. Smut.

Word Count: 3.1k

"Those pinks don't match." Karina says.

"What do you mean they don't match?" Gen sighs in annoyance.

"That's regular pink and this one is ...baby pink." Karina says holding up the balloons.

"What the fuck is baby pink? Do you mean pastel pink!?" Genesis says annoyed.

"You guys are giving me a headache." Val sighs getting up from her chair and looking for aspirin.

"She's making this more complicated than it is, it's an engagement party not your actual wedding!" Genesis says to Val.

"You guys offered to throw it! Of course I want it to be perfect." Karina argues back. Val ignores them and takes the pills with some water returning back to them.

"Okay! Okay... we'll get your baby pink balloons, no worries. Now, the food." Val says going down her list.

"Oh boy." Gen mutters and Karina gives her a look.

"Kelly wants to do like finger foods, so doesn't have to be a proper meal or anything." Karina shakes her head.

"Anything in particular?" Genesis asks.

"Fruit, crackers, cheeses, pretzels...all that sort of stuff." Karina nods.

"Have you guys set a date for the wedding at all?" Val asks.

"Yeah...we're going to announce it at the engagement party." Karina smiles.

"Aww, I'm so excited!" Genesis claps her hands. Gen was a hopeless romantic so this was her favorite thing ever.

"I have a question to ask though...are we inviting Joe to any of this?" Karina asks Val.

"Uh, it's your party and wedding, you invite who you want." Val shrugs.

"Well, we know things are kind of in the air and usually he'd be your plus one but I feel like it'd be mean to not invite him...especially since he's gotten Karina and Kelly us tickets the games over the years." Karina says awkwardly.

"Like I said...it's up to you guys." Val says not knowing what to say to them. It's been two full week now since her and Joe have gone on a break and they've only texted once to see how one another was doing.

"Have things gotten any better?" Gen asks.

"Nothings changed if that's what you're asking." Val bites her lip.

"I really hate that you guys are going through this because of me." Gen sighs.

"It's not because of you, even if that video was never posted I would of came clean to him anyway about what happened between Summer and I. Plus he still would of done what he did as well." Val rolls her eyes at Gen.

"Yeah, but you're still getting hat from people online and stuff...that has to take a toll on you." Gen responds.

"It sucked at first but I haven't been letting it get to me, I've focused on other stuff." Val shrugs.

"Has Joe said anything about it?" Karina asks.

"He just asked if I was doing okay and that he was sorry about everything." Val sighs.

"That's it? He's not gonna stick up for you?" Gen scoffs rolling her eyes.

"Like his publicist would let him, they'd question why he would be defending me if we never dated or aren't dating like we've both said publicly before. Everyone will try to spin it some way." Val chuckles.

"So!? I publicly apologized on my account for basically outing you and putting that video up without your permission. Plus the entire group has been defending you left and right on social media. Joe could say something if he really wanted." Gen says annoyed.

"I...have to agree. He could at least make a statement about respecting you and his privacy or something because the homophobic comments are all over his own Instagram comments and he doesn't even limit them either." Karina says.

"Him saying something isn't going to change that, it might actually do the opposite. We're dealing with NFL bro's here, they are vile already unprovoked. Imagine if he did say something? I'd have to delete my account." Val says hoping her friends would understand just how delicate this matter is.

"I guess... I'm just tired of seeing you always be put second in your own relationship. Joe's cool and all... but he's losing my respect day by day, you deserve better than a half ass relationship." Gen says getting up from her seat and going to the bathroom. Val hearing that was like a stab in the chest.

"Does everyone feel like that about him?" Val asks Karina. Karina sighs and leans on the table.

"We just want you to be in a relationship where you receive back what you put in, Joe is a good guy but not the best partner to you and it sucks seeing you suffer when you put him first plenty of times and he never really does that for you." Karina says patting Val's arm. Hearing this from her friends was a slap to the face for Valeria. Maybe it was for the best that they just broke up and she focused on herself. If she had to do this, she would have to do this now before the season starts and Val didn't know if she was prepared for that.

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It was later in the night now, Genesis and Karina left a while ago and Val was currently falling asleep on her couch when there was a knock on the door. Checking her watch she see's that it was 11:26PM. Confused on who could it be she gets up and checks the peep hole to see Joe. Taken off guard as to why he was here out of the blue she opens the door. He was in a hoodie and sweat pants and the infamous ugg slippers Val hated that he would wear to places that weren't his house.

"Hey...what are you doing here?" Val yawns letting him in and closing the door behind him.

"I just wanted to see you." Joe shrugs looking at the flowers on your counter.

"At 11:30 at night?" Val questions.

"Who gave you these flowers?" Joe asks looking over at her.

"You came here at 11 at night to snoop on me?" Val crosses her arms.

"No, I couldn't sleep and I wanted to see you." He mutters like an embarrassed little kid. Val takes a deep breath and locks her door. She knew the drill when Joe was like this. This wasn't the first time he came over here like this before.

"No funny business." Val says to Joe making him smile before he makes his way to her room. Val shuts all the lights off and heads to her room where Joe was already comfy in her bed. She knew better than to let Joe stay the night but she knew something else was up with him and regardless of it all, she still loved him and cared for him at the end of the day. Val joins him already being showered and in her pajamas.

"So you want to tell me what's really going on?" Val asks looking over to him.

"I'm stressed out of my mind, I miss you...my parents are on my ass about everything that's happened, especially my mom. The fans and their comments are getting to me and I know they're bothering you. I just, needed you." Joe mumbles as he lays downs and plays with Val's fingers in his hands. She wasn't expecting him to unload like that on her.

"You can still text me and stuff...I'm not going to ignore you." Val says brushing his hair back.

"I know... I'm sorry for showing up here like this. But you're not talking to me either, I worry about you." Joe sighs.

"It's okay and I'm alright I guess...people are starting to leave me alone."

"That's good I guess... but, since I told you the truth, wanna tell me who you got you those flowers?" Joe looks at her with his big blue eyes.

"Why couldn't I have gotten those flowers myself? Why are you automatically thinking someone had to get them for me?" Val asks smirking.

"Because your favorite flowers are burgundy or purple carnations, not lavender roses from...Krogers." Joe snorts.

"Summer got them for me as an apology." Val admits and she could tell Joe didn't like hearing that.

"Apology for what exactly?" He asks.

"I uh...came clean about us to her and she apologized for how she acted when I first told her and for how she flirted with me in front of you that day at the store." Val answers truthfully.

"Mmm...I still don't like her or trust her." Joe says which makes her snort.

"May I ask why?" Val asks.

"I know she's going to end up right here where I am currently on one random night." Joe says somberly.

"What?" Val sits up.

"She wants you, if another night happens like the club night...it's going to be inevitable. I'm not stupid plus whatever is left of our relationship is hanging on a thread, it won't be long before she has your attention again" He shrugs.

"You don't know what you're talking about, that was a drunken mistake which you should know all about as well since you did the same thing." Val scoffs.

"I see the way she looks at you Val, I look at you like that...and you look at her like you look at me...or at least used to anyway." He sighs.

"Joe--let's just drop it. Let's get some sleep." Joe cuts her off before she could say anything to that. Val doesn't say anything else getting up from the bed to turn the lights off. As she lays on her side getting back in bed & setting her devices to charge for the night, Joe wraps his arm around her and kisses her neck softly a few times.

"It's been so long since I've had you, I've missed you so much." Joe whispers, Val feeling his hand slowly creep his way under shirt.

"Joe..." Val bites her lip trying not to give into his touch right now but she couldn't help wanting him as bad as he wanted her.

"Hm?" He hums back as he slowly grabs her tit and massages them in his warm hand making her let out faint moan. Turning around, Val makes out Joe's face with the help of the outside lighting shining through her blinds and into the room. Joe leans in filling the small gap between them and kissing her lips, softly at first but the kiss soon became intense and filled with all the emotion they had both been feeling. Val runs her fingers through his soft hair tugging on it a bit receiving a low groan from Joe. Everything then happens so quickly, clothes were off and both of them were beyond aroused by each other as if they were two animals in heat.

Val went to get into the position she normally gets into for Joe which is always either on her stomach or face down or ass up but he stops her and shakes his head no. Instead she lays on her back he settles between her legs as she lays back onto the pillows, giving her a few more tender kisses as he aligns himself at her wet entrance and slowly slips inside her. Both of them moaning into each other mouths at the feel of one another. Slowly Joe moves his hips, moans and whimpers escaping both of them as they get lost in each other after so long of not feeling each other.

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The next morning Val wakes up to her usual alarm and notices Joe was gone. Sighing as she turns her alarm off she notices a note on the pillow Joe slept on the night prior.

"Sorry I didn't say goodbye, had run to practice because I promised the guys I'd be there and didn't want to wake you. Don't worry I locked the door, Have a great day at work! - Joey <3

Val sighs remembering last nights events and feeling stupid for having sex with Joe like that. She failed miserably at creating boundaries with him while she still tried to figure out what she wanted to do in this relationship. She gets up from bed, still completely nude from the night before and she takes a long much needed shower. She makes a mental note to change her sheets when she comes home and gets ready for her long work day ahead of her.

The store was getting the shipment of the Pride collection today and she knew Kade & Elsa were going to be brainstorming about the display all day so she had to mentally prepare for that. After showering and getting dressed, Val left her condo locking the door and making her way to her parking spot, getting in her car. She still couldn't get last night out of her head so she decided to call Karina for some clarity since she knew Genesis was probably already at work and busy.

"Hello?" Karina answers as Val drives in the crazy Cincinnati morning traffic.

"Hey, Goodmorning! Got time to talk for like 10 minutes?" Val bites her lip hoping she did.

"Yeah, I'm just getting ready for work but I'll put you on speaker. What's up?" Karina asks.

"I fucked up last night and I'm stressing over it!" Val blurts out and Karina lightly chuckles.

"What do you mean? What happened!" She asks.

"Joe showed up at my door late at night, seemed in distress, and we ended up having sex. We haven't had sex for awhile even before this whole 'break' we're taking and I gave in like an idiot going against my own boundary." Val sighs slowly moving in this bumper to bumper traffic.

"What if... that's what you guys might need? It sounds like you guys were lacking in that department. Maybe more intimacy is what you guys needed? Kelly and I always make time for that and it helps us reconnect when we go through a few bumps." Karina says and Val sighs.

"I don't know, I feel like I got played somehow. He was being all vulnerable and then one thing suddenly lead to another and we had sex. Then when I woke up this morning, he was gone and only left a note about how he had to go to practice." Val explains.

"Oh he wasn't even there when you woke up? That's... strange. You're not some one night stand where he can come dip in and run out." Karina responds.

"That's exactly how I felt. Now I'm sitting here confused as shit and feeling regretful more than anything which is fucked up because he's boyfriend." Val sighs in annoyance with herself.

"Well next time you get a chance you should tell him how you feel about this. If you don't appreciate something, say so. If he doesn't like it, that's too damn bad." Karina says making Val chuckle.

"You're right... he also officially dislikes Summer too and didn't hesitate to let me know. So, I have to figure out how to let her know that we need to distance ourselves." Val sighs not taking her eyes off the traffic and she hears Karina laugh.

"What's so funny?" Val asks confused.

"He's threatened by her, typical man. " Karina snorts.

"Why do you say that?"

"Uh..did you see the video of the club? He know she can turn you inside out like a sock better than he can." Karina laughs.

"Karina!--

"What!? I'm not wrong. I remember hearing the stories you used to tell us about your hook ups with Summer, she knew what she was doing and you would brag about it...you don't seem to do the same with Joe..." Karina mutters the last part.

"That's because we're in a serious committed relationship and I'm not going to talk about our sex life out of respect." Valeria defends herself.

"If you say so, just remember he already complained about having limp dick with a hot model. Ours doesn't do that and it comes in different sizes & colors. When he can do that, then come talk to me." Karina says which makes Val almost choke on her spit.

"Bye Rina! I should of called Mateo or something instead." Val shakes her head.

"Hey, I'm just being honest. Even if you don't do anything with Summer but end up with a girl instead of Joe...he should know why so the next girl doesn't suffer cause what do you mean you guys guys haven't fucked in a long time? C'mon now. " Karina scoffs and Val just rolls her eyes to herself. Val thanks her for answering the phone so early and they say goodbye to each other, hanging up. Having that conversation with Karina didn't really help her clarify things in the way she's hoped but now Val was wondering if she was trying to hold onto Joe despite calling the break herself and she wondered if she wasn't being so honest about her feelings towards Summer. She decided to push them to the back of her mind and focus on her work day.

Making it to the shop, she parks her car and enters to see Elsa and Kade already with the shipments on the floor. She wasn't expecting them to be delivered yet so it caught her by surprise. Setting her things aside at the register she walks up to them looking at everything they were unpacking.

"Morning guys!" Val smiles.

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be in this early." Elsa says and Kade smiles at her.

"I knew the shipment was going to be here but I didn't think this early. They always come at like 2PM or later." Val says grabbing one of the mugs and looking at it.

"That's cause Kade is messing around with the delivery guy so we're first on his route now." Elsa chuckles.

"Hey! Don't go telling my business!" Kade laughs but he doesn't deny it.

They look through the few boxes, Dani eventually coming in for her afternoon shift around 1PM. As Kade and Val move stuff around the store to start setting up their pride displays in the window and another in the store, a man comes in holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hi! What can I do for you?" Val smiles politely for him.

"Hello, I uh...have flowers for a Valeria?" He says reading reading a scanner hanging on his side.

"That's me." She nods confused.

"Here you go, have a nice day!" He smiles handing her the flowers and walking out quickly.

"Ooo, secret admirer!" Kade teases and she just shrugs. Val goes to the back and finds the card in the sea of Burgundy Carnations. She opens it and reads the white and gold card.

Here's a real bouquet with flowers you actually like, I'd suggest throwing the other ones out. She's not winning this round. - J.

Val scoffs at the petty note from Joe and shakes her head looking at the gorgeous flowers.

"What the fuck is happening." She mutters to herself.

A/N: Joe seems a lil jelly, what do y'all think? 👀

#joe burrow imagine #joe burrow smut #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst #joe burrow series

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cxhleel108 · 1 year ago

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S7 Thots for this week: Sigh…

• Die

• For whatever reason but sure🫤

• Why do we need to help Uma and Alex fix their problems? DO NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING COMMUNICATE???

• The way Daphne just let go so easily of the fact that Uma tried to make moves on Raf. She’s too nice omg girl we needa get you outta here before these people ruin you😭😭😭

• Y’all I could not go through this post without acknowledging this swimsuit it’s sooooooo good.

• Yeah ummmm Daph, even if I wanted to revenge flirt to make Bryson jealous literally none of these other people tickle my fancy in the slightest bit so that was never even in consideration.

• Get a load of this guy😂😂😂😂😂

• Oh wait never mind Travis is a part of the Willow Hate Club, he’s cool now🤩

• Yes, working out with Bryson instead of just speaking to him is gonna help the current issue…

• Aw even Raf is a #Tyson stan…well he’s also literally in love with Tanya but that’s besides the point!

• I’m crying they all fucking hate Willow girlllll get yo ass outta here💀💀💀

• Ok Raf’s advice at least makes more sense for Bryson but once again what am I getting advice for when I literally just have to talk to him??? That’s that damn cash grab shit we be talking about chile.

• No, I really don’t think you know how annoying this is babe🫤🫤🫤

• Mmmm I hardly believe that but sure I guess I’ll go with it!

• Aw they made up, how sweet😍 (They’re literally gonna fight again next week)

• Oh girl PLEASE

• The apology being her saying sorry like twice and then going on a whole tangent about why she still thinks her and Bryson are meant to be…someone give me the number to the nearest psych ward I’m not kidding.

• Finally after 2 centuries Bryson wants to talk.

• Oh we are so back yassss!

• I'm glad Bryson knows how lucky he is🥰🥰🥰

• Why I forget that we were coupled up with Vicky LMAOOOOOO sorry girl.

• It's literally the middle of the day and we're finna do a challenge...why are we getting dressed up??? Anyways outfit time!

• Fusebox I gotta hand it to y'all. 90% of the looks this season have been eating.

• Yasss bae is starting to act like a real man!

• Vicky I'm so sorry to leave you with that demon but I gotta put me first sis.

• What???????????

• Bryson don't be saying freaky shit like that to me like I won't pull them pants down right now!

• That convo on the terrace was too cuuuuuute.

• Fusebox why can your AI not spell "biased" right? This is the second time it's been spelled wrong. What the fuck is "biassed"??? Bitch nobody has two asses, how can someone be "biassed"?????

• OH END THAT RAGGEDY BITCH!!!

• Outfit time again!

• Can I just say I love all of the Y2K influences I'm seeing in a lot of the clothes this year ugggghhh they know me so well.

• They be coming up with anything😭

• Everyone trying hard to look like the perfect couple and then there's just us doing a marriage proposal with a pretzel...literally goals.

• These niggas are a literal cult I'm so dead😭😭😭

• This whole boytime bedtime sequence was so stupid and honestly I'm glad this season is bringing back just pure unserious moments like this.

• If you know me then you already KNOW what option I chose😈

• Oh boo I thought clocking his tea would get more of a reaction than that. I guess they gotta save the drama for the "big reveal" at the last recoupling🙄🙄🙄

• Oh brother...

• Yes, please end my suffering!

#omg wait that means willow is leaving YESSSSS #litg #love island the game #litg s7 #litg stick or twist #litg season 7 #litg mc #litg willow #litg bryson #litg uma #litg alex #litg rafael #litg daphne #litg vicky #litg travis

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demons2003 · 2 years ago

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My Boys (Chapter 54)

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Eddie's pov

I place my stuff at the table while my group follows in behind me. I look around at the cafeteria and notice that almost everyone was in there for once. I look around, trying to find Y/n but didn't have any luck until the door swings open. I look to the door and watch as Y/n walks in and the whole basketball team starts to whistle and clap at her. She rolls her eyes at them and throws them a middle finger while walking away. I try to listen to the things they yell out but Gareth throws a magazine in my face. I glare at him while he puts his hands up and says, "Look at page 99. Read it out loud." I continue to glare at him but pick up the magazine anyway, quickly having a read and smiling at it.

"The Devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behaviour to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide and even... murder, " I dramatically read out to the guys who are at my table, all of us breaking out in laughter. "Oh that's a good one," Jeff laughs while I cross my arms over my chest. We all nod and slowly stop laughing. "I mean, how is a game supposed to be responsible for all of that?" Gareth questions, looking at us all as if we have an answer. As Greg goes to answer, two of our little sheep slam their food trays down to sit. "Society has to blame something. We're an easy target," Greg says. "Exactly. We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game," I explain, before slamming my hands on the table, climbing on top and continuing very loudly. "But as long as you're into band, or science... or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets..." I yell at all the tables, ending with looking right at Jason. Someone in the background yells out loser while Jason stands up and yells, "You want something freak?" I laugh at him a little and do a little devil pose, poking my tongue out in the process and making a funny noise at him. The boys at my table laugh and I watch Jason turn around and whisper something.

I smirk and turn around, walking back along the table and explain, "It's forced conforming. That's what's... killing the kids!" I yell, and jump off the table, scaring the girls that are walking past. The guys continue to laugh at me while I let a few girls walk past me, stopping and bowing slightly. "That's the real monster," I finish, sitting back in my chair and looking at the magazine again. It is really weird that they think a game would be the reason people commit suicide. I mean, people like Jason are the real reason for that, why blame a bunch of nerds for the jock's crimes.

"So, uh, speaking of monster," Dustin says, causing me to look up at him and pop a pretzel in my mouth. "Uh, Lucas has to do his, uh, balls in laundry baskets game," Dustin explains to me but I just stare him down, wondering where he is going with this. "So...he's not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight," Dustin explains to me, chuckling nervously and giving me weird looks. "And I know there's no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and Mike, we were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that maybe we might..." Dustin tries to explain to me. I slowly get a little angry as he goes but really get angry when Mike finishes Dustin's sentence with, "Postpone." The other guys yell at the two of them. They all continue to yell at each other until I yell, "Shut up!" Everyone spots yelling and looks at me. "You saying Sinclair's been taken in by the dark side?" I ask the two younger boys. "Uh, something like that," Mike says. "Something like that?" I snap and through a pretzel at them. "Jesus Christ," Dustin squeaks. "And rather than find a sub for him, you want... you want to postpone 'The Cult of Vecna'?" I ask them both, confused by the whole thing.

"I...I don't want to postpone it. We don't want to postpone it. It's just that, you know, most of the subs will be at the championship game." Mike tries to defend while I slowly get up and walk a little to the window. "Oh, it's the championship game?" I turn and sarcastically ask. "Yeah," Mike says, not knowing if I'm being serious or not. "Can I level with you?" I ask them, trying to be a little less mean and moving slowly around the table. "Jeff graduates this year. Gareth's got, what? A year and a half? Me, I am army-crawling my way towards a D in Ms O'Donnell's. If I don't blow her final, I'm gonna walk that stage next month, I'm gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, and I'm gonna flip him the bird, I'm gonna snatch that diploma. I'm gonna run like hell outta here." I tell them, looking over at them both, both of them laughing at me. I start walking a little away from the table but walk back when I hear voices talking to me. "Didn't you say that last year?" Gareth asks. "And the year before?" Jeff adds. "Yeah, yeah and I was full of shit. This year's different. This is my year. I can feel it. '86, baby." I look over at Y/n and give her a soft smile. She looks sadly at me and turns to Robin, whispering something and running off. Robin looks confused at her and starts to follow behind her after a few seconds.

"You know what that means?" I focus back on the boys, trying to get back on track. Before I can say anything more, a loud bang rings throughout the cafeteria. I look over to the nose and see that Jason has pulled Y/n close to him and they are whispering to each other. I roll my eyes at the display and Y/n punches Jason in the face. I laugh but Jason lunges at Y/n and pushes her against the wall. Her head bounces off the wall but she doesn't lose the sharp look in her eye. Jason leans into her and whispers something to her. I hear movement next to me and look over to see Mike holding Dustin back from walking over to them. "Dude, she said to stay away from her. Just ignore it," Mike whispers to him. Dustin shakes his head and sadly whispers, "But I have to protect her." I look confused at them while hearing, "Come on man, she's already said no, leave her alone," I turn back to find Sinclair moving towards the two of them. "Stay out of this little boy." Y/n snaps at him. Why is she being so rude to the boys? And why the hell is she keeping them away from her? And why is Dustin so protective of Y/n? She's way too old for him. Jason starts to push harder on Y/n shoulder but she just stares off into the distance, pain written all over her face.

As I go to step towards her, Robin comes up behind Jason and wacks him over the head, causing him to let Y/n go and falling over. Robin moves in front of Y/n and whispers to her before taking her out of the cafeteria. The basketball team all surround Jason and everyone looks away from the scene. "See? She's all good," I hear Mike whisper to Dustin, who finally calms down and sits back in his seat. I turn back to the two of them and ask again, "You know what us graduating means?"

They shake their heads and I explain, "It means you boys, are the future of Hellfire." I move to lean in between them both, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. "I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table right over there, looking like... looking like two little lost sheep. You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt, which I thought was brave." I tell Dusting, remembering the second time I saw the boys. "Thank you," Dustin whispers, looking away from me. "Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mummy bought you from the goddamn Gap." Everyone laughs at my statement while I think of my next move.

Without another word, I grab onto the boy's shoulders and pull them up from their seats. I push them so they are facing the door to the cafeteria. "And we showed you that school didn't have to be the worst years of your lives, right?" I continue to ask the two boys. "No," They both whisper. "Okay, no, no. Well, I'm here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help. Who needs you." I tell them before spinning them to face me while saying, "And all you guys gotta do is get your Bo-Peeps on and go and find one." I snap and push the boys towards the cafeteria area.

They both run off and I sit down at the head of the table again. "You ok man?" Gareth asks me. I look up at him while shoving another pretzel in my mouth. "I'm fine. Why?" I slightly snap at him. He puts his hands up in defence and says, "You looked like you were gonna help that L/n chick. Making sure you were telling us everything." I laugh at him and look at the magazine while eating more pretzels. "Nah, just didn't think it should get out of control," I whisper, not looking up at the boys for the rest of the day.

#5 seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin x reader #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve x reader x eddie

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shirogane-oushirou · 2 years ago

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8,6,7,5,3, and 9 for whichever f/o you're feeling right now! (for the spicy asks)

i forgot i had that ask game in my queue. screaming crying sobbing. i don't know why this is making me nervous, i'm CONSTANTLY in nsft post tags blabbering on about how i want to give my otter man a brain-melting orgasm to cure him of his Conditions... ;;;

answering these for ren bc he's the one i'm most... in tune with? i COULD answer some spicy asks about some of the others (mars is a good runner-up), but i've never put as much thought into this side of a relationship as i have with ren. SO!!!

whether i ramble on with details nobody needs to know or i just give a-few-words-long answers is up to fate. 🙏🏻 (edit post-writing: ......you wanna guess which option fate went with? 😩 i'm so sorry in advance kjNKJN)

3: Is the sex between you and your f/o usually sensual? Passionate? Animalistic?

more sensual and passionate, if i have to pick among those options.

r!ren's much more passionate from the start, since he isn't forcing himself to play a role and can just be open with his affections. he's the kind of guy to quickly go from a light kiss while we watch something to Full Throttle if he's given the OK kjndfkjn.

doc!ren starts out playful and sensual, and he has more control wrt things like light affection staying light, but as things heat up the mask starts to slip and the passion comes out in him as well.

but, with both rens, we're also very silly. like, he's intentionally being a goof the entire time (see: that one post about an f/o saying "shoot your goo!" when you're about to cum), and if his hands get shaky while he's trying to put on a condom, that isn't gonna ruin the mood... if anything i'd be like, "oh no, he's failing to put the condom on... oooh he's struggling so hard... 💕" and then offer to help with my own shaky hands kjsndkjn. like this is us when something silly happens or we have trouble with something stupid:

5: Do you and your f/o prefer having sex in the dark or with the lights open?

lights on! he wants to be able to see everything... not only in the "i love your body" sense (which is also true), but in the "i want to see every facial reaction so i can figure out what works for you and what doesn't" sense.... whether he's doc!ren or r!ren, he has a mind for study, close examination, and analysis.

and -i- want to see his every reaction bc he's handsome and cute and veeery expressive :3 i wanna see him Fucking Lose It in full hd quality.

6: What was the most embarrassing thing to happen between you and your f/o before, during, and/or after sex?

i can't think of anything in particular that's truly embarrassing tbh. i think there are also things that both of us could feel embarrassed about individually that the other would find endearing, but i don't really count that... :/

idk, it just isn't something i've put much thought into in spite of the fact that something would inevitably happen at some point!

7: Any favourite positions?

nothing too creative! we both enjoy missionary, cowgirl, pretzel dip, and reverse spooning, and he in particular loves giving and receiving oral so face sitting + kneeling at the edge of the bed... really anything that's face-to-face and as close as possible.

and if i'm not up for anything on my end, i'm usually more than happy for us to sit or lie next to each other while i help get him off (often a good chance for some fun power play, teasing, etc) or give him JOI if i'm not up for anything physical at all (ALSO a good chance for power play and teasing lol). he understands that we have VASTLY different "batteries", so even if i'm just sitting next to him while he takes care of things himself, to him that just means we're sitting close and spending time together, yippee~!!

8: Any favourite places (ex. bedroom, kitchen, on a desk, against the wall etc)?

honestly, if it were up to him, i think he'd be up for just about anywhere, and in my wildest dreams i'd also be up for more creative use of space... but because of my pain and health issues, the best places are the bed and sofa ;;; kissing elsewhere for a bit would be okay, but once things really start to get going we need to get somewhere soft and cushioned lmao.

9: Any kinks and/or fetishes?

OKAYYYY. the Big Question. so. i imagine us, when we start discussing the possibility of sex, sharing our most searched "tags" as a starting point to see what we have in common, figure out if one of us is squicked by one of the other's kinks and need to avoid it, etc. the most relevant kinks are:

femdom (no shit lol, we VERY quickly figure out we're a perfectly matched sub top and dom bottom/service dom)

light bondage (nothing too intense, just a "hands tied to the bedposts, blindfold over the eyes" every now and again kind of deal)

edging (gotta make my boy sooooo desperate~)

body worship (self explanatory)

scent (i can't decide if ren's like... a scent guy or a MY PERSON'S SCENT guy... but he loves to bury his head in my hair and neck, especially if we're doing our ro's-battery-is-empty sessions and he just wants to lean into me.)

sound (to complement his scent Thing i guess ksjdkjn voices are a huge things for me, and i think moaning is super cute, and uh. welp...!! he's good at it!!)

i'm not gonna lie, i think it'd be hot as fuck to fuck doc!ren in gloves and his labcoat KJNJLJNKSJM i have a thing for hands and labcoats so the double whammy would knock me out cold.

aaand i simply enjoy seeing my lovely boyfriend blissed the fuck out ^^ my cocktail of being ace, what i can feel, how often i feel it, etc. is a little fucked, but even when everything is at its lowest possible levels, i'd still get some indescribable Thing out of helping push ren to his limits, watching him completely lose it, and enjoying as he comes down from the high. it'd make me feel good to see him feel good, even if the source of that good feeling is different for both of us. 💕

#so wild to just. talk about this shit openly. haven't done that since college KJNKJFN.#📌 [ my posts. ]#[ nsft. ]#[ nsft ds. ]#🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ]#🦦 [ can't escape it. ]#✨ [ oc lore. ]#[ need to draw. ]#[ asks. ]#🧃 [ who is in control. ]#anonymous #🐸 [ look ahead. ]

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viewer-of-many · 2 months ago

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HWLR Alterverse AU: Car Wash Catastrophe

🎤"It's a beautiful morning here in Hot Wheels City. And I tell ya, nothing can ruin this grand opening of the Hot Wheels Ultimate Car Wash...except a giant rampaging octopus!"🎤 Said octopus began lurching toward the car wash, its rider clearly enjoying all of this. 🪞"Ooh, this is fun! For me that is- it's scary for you!"🪞

Meanwhile, at the Ultimate Garage: 💛"Ever get thirsty on a long race? My new dashboard water shooter can solve that! Just press this button and...whoa!"💛 The water ended up going everywhere, but it was turned off quickly enough. 💛"Whew! Sorry, Dash! That wasn't right. Looks like some adjustments are in order- like changing the angle."💛 "Ah, don't worry, Spark. Every failure means you're one step closer to success! Keep trying!" Just then, Squeakers rushes towards them in a panic, slipping on some water as he does so. 🐭*hurried squeaking*🐭 "Uh, I might be paraphrasing, but did Squeakers just say there's a GIANT OCTOPUS?!"

🎤"The octopus is running, uh, slithering wild! And not even the police can tame these tentacles!"🎤

The campers ran over to where a holographic display of what's going on was located. 💛"The octopus, it's destroying the city!"💛 "We have to stop it!" "Challenge Accepted!" "I choose: the RocketFire!" "I choose: the Baja Jump Truck!" 🩶"I choose: the Mountain Mauler!"🩶 "I choose: the Power Surge!" "I choose: the Roller Toaster!" 💛"The best thing to stop a sea creature- another sea creature! I choose: the Shark Bite!"💛 Cars selected, all lined up, and away they go to save the day!

Back at the car wash: 🪞"I'm destroying Hot Wheels City, and all the cars in it! What a glorious day!"🪞 🎤"You heard it here first folks: this pesky professor is gonna destroy the car wash!"🎤 🪞"Hey, don't undersell it: I'm destroying the WHOLE CITY! This is just, you know, first."🪞

At this point, the campers had arrived. "Hey dude, this is a no octopus loading area!" 🪞"Race back to where you came from kids, because I, Professor Rearview...wait, is that Cruise? Oh, you better race back home right now, you're in so much trouble, do you hear me?!"🪞 "Cruise, you know this guy?" "Yeah...that's my dad." The other campers were very surprised by that! 🪞"Glad you're still willing to admit it! Now then, where was I...oh, right: I'm going to make this city pay for its love of cars! I hate them so, so much: they're loud, they pollute like crazy, and don't even get me started on parallel parking! This city, and all its cars, will be destroyed! And I'll evilly laugh like this: *attempts an evil laugh- keyword being attempts.*"🪞

💛"Ok, I analyzed the octopus. I think the best way to stop it is to use its tentacles against itself! Let's all race really fast at the tentacles so they get tangled up like a pretzel! Come on!"💛 They go to do exactly that, but the professor isn't going to make things easy. 🪞"Octopus, get those racers!"🪞 Using two of its tentacles as a fan, the octopus was able to blow the racers back! 🪞"Ha! Nothing can distract me from my plan, nothing...hey, is that a pizza truck down there?"🪞

"Well, that didn't work, like, at all." 💛"It's like Dash said: every failure means we're one step closer to success. Hmm...let's try racing at the octopus from different directions!"💛 "If we do that, it'll be a lot harder for the octopus to catch us!" "One extra-large order of calamari, coming up!" Meanwhile, Professor Rearview was chomping down on pizza, one slice at a time. 🪞"Mmm...back for more, racers?"🪞 The campers split up into two teams: Cruise, Mac, and Sidecar on one side; Axle, Brights, and Spark on the other. As they raced around, the octopus took a bit to decide who to focus on first. "Yes! We're confusing it! Keep it up...whoa!" 🪞"No, we'll keep you up! Also, while you're here...*tries to hand her some of the pizza* ...want some? It's got your favorite toppings!"🪞 "I'm not hungry." 🪞"Fine, more for me then! Octopus, get those other racers!"🪞

"Uh, I don't remember reading about this on the camp website." 🩶"Maybe it was in the brochure!"🩶 The octopus had gotten hold of one whole team! 💛"Don't worry guys: this is why we raced in different directions. If some cars get caught, we still have a chance to stop the octopus!"💛 "Smart thinking, Spark!" The two of them crisscrossed their path, thus causing the octopus to do the same with some of its tentacles. "It's really working...Ah! Never mind! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!" 🪞"There's still one more racer!"🪞 Axle managed to get on the upper side of the octopus's tentacles...before also getting grabbed...and the octopus had more in store for him! "Ugh, you need a breath mint!" Down the hatch he went! 🩶"Axle! NOOOO!"🩶 Thankfully, he was in a big car that didn't stay down easily. 🪞"I think you might've eaten too fast, octopus. Kind of like I did with all those pizza slices."🪞 What goes in now comes out, very dirty, but otherwise fine. "Axle, you ok?" "Oh, I'm fine, Cruise. I love getting burped up by some thing your dad made!"

🩶"I know Dash thinks we could do this, but all we've done is fail."🩶💛"Failure doesn't mean quitting- it means trying even harder!" 💛 "I agree, Spark! The way we win is to try, fail, and repeat until we get it right!" "Then come up with a new plan, fast!" "Yeah, those tentacles are snatching up cars like Professor Rearview snatches up pizza slices!" 🪞"Hey! Don't judge me, it's my cheat day!"🪞

💛"We need a way to keep the octopus from grabbing us. Cruise, any ideas?"💛 "Well..." *flashback starts* "Dad and I had to wear some special Slip Suits he invented so it didn't grab us while we took care of it" *flashback ends* "...but I don't think we can put something like that on our cars." Spark looked up at the Ultimate Car Wash. 💛"Or can we? Everyone, follow me!"💛 "Yeah! I don't know what you guys are talking about, but I like how you said it!"

🎤"What's this?! It looks like the racers from the Ultimate Garage Racing Camp are taking their cars for a spin- a spin cycle that is!"🎤 Through the car wash they go, getting their cars all nice and soapy. 💛"Now that we're slippery, we can race in different directions and the octopus can't catch us!"💛 🪞"These kids don't quit! Put an end to all this, octopus!"🪞 Once again, the campers drove all over, only this time, when the octopus tried to grab them, it couldn't hold on for long! "We're giving this octopus the slip!" "Let's wrap this up once and for all!" 💛"With all this soap on our cars, we're way too slippery for the octopus to pick up!"💛 A bit more driving around, and the octopus's tentacles were too wrapped around each other to move!🪞"Just wait a minute...oh, I'm losing, aren't I? Great."🪞 💛"Now it's time to send the supersized sea creature back where it belongs! Mega Crunch, activate! Go Hot Wheels!"💛 A super sized bite on one of the car wash's pipes unleashed a torrent of water straight at the octopus, sending it far away into the air! 🪞"I'll get you and your cars for this! I'll be back!"🪞

As the racers drove over to where Dash was, they started talking about what they achieved that day. "Epic aim, Spark!" 💛"Thanks, Mac! I realized that pipe was like a bigger version of my dashboard water shooter. This time, I got the angle right!"💛 "You sure did! But if I know my dad, then I'm sure we haven't seen the last of him." When they reached Dash, they saw her and some other guy talking to the police. "Oh, hey campers! Good work today- I'm so proud you never gave up!" 💛"We just had to try, fail, learn, and repeat, until we succeeded!"💛 "Exactly! And trying until you succeed is why you earned a Flame Badge!" *Cheers all around* 💛"Thank you, Dash! I'm honored...but, what's going on here?"💛

"There's...another issue." The police explained from there. 🚓"Missing persons case. Any of you seen him today?"🚓 A picture was shown that most of them recognized. 💛"Coop? No, we haven't."💛 "Who's Coop?" "He was supposed to be at camp like us, but he got sick. We all sent him well wishes over a video chat!" Oh yeah, Cruise did see them looking at a tablet when she showed up- guess this was what that was about! At this point, the other guy that was there- Coop's father- spoke up. "He's feeling a lot better now. I thought it would be nice to take him to the grand opening of the car wash today, and then straight to camp tomorrow. But we got separated during the octopus attack, and now, I can't find him anywhere!" Oh, that sure can't be good...

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