Request for Anonymous
Gif Source: The one bed
Imagine being friends with the Winchesters and you and Dean are pining for each other and on one hunt the two of you have to share a bed.
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“God I can’t wait to just shower and crash in a nice…cozy…” you looked at the motel Sam was currently in the office of to get you all rooms. “well, a bed at any rate, as long as it is clean I don’t care. I’m tired of sleeping in the car.” Dean looked over at you looking just as haggard and tired. “Amen to that.” He said and you didn’t notice the way his eyes lingered on you while you stood straighter, stretching your neck and then you back before leaning back against Baby next to him. Nor did you see the way his eyes lingered on your backside, him biting his lip, as you pushed away from the car at Sam’s approach.
“So get this,” Sam said looking between the two of you, “They only had one room left. There are two queens though.” Sam finished in a rush when he noticed you face drop.
“Oh, come one Sam!” You said defeated. “I am too tired and way too sore to try and crash on the couch, or in the car if god forbid their isn’t a couch.”
Sam sighed. Both him and Dean knew your pain. The very few times there had not been enough rooms or beds in a given location you had all alternated sleeping on the couch or in the car to make it fair. More often than not though you did it because you felt bad for the much taller men trying to make that sacrifice for you. “I am sorry.” Sam said giving you his patented puppy dog eyes. “That’s all they had left. We could keep driving but the manager said the next closest Inn is over seventy five miles away.”
You groaned and made a whining noise in your throat. You knew you sounded like a petulant child, but you didn’t care. The three of you had just got off a very long, and very hard hunt and you all just needed to decompress. This situation could not be happening at a worse time.
“Why don’t we just share? One night won’t kills us.” Dean asked from behind you. You thanked whatever God was above that he was in fact still behind you as you blushed and looked at Sam for support. He knew how you felt about his brother, had for a long time, if there was anyone you could count on to help you out of this situation it was him.
Sam smiled then looking at you before facing Dean an replying, “You know what, that’s a great idea.”
‘Traitor!’ You screamed in your head before plastering on a fake smile and turning back to face Dean. “Sounds like a plan Winchester.” Did your voice just squeak, you thought. “I get first dibs on the shower though.
Dean just shrugged in acknowledgement, seemingly fine with how the night was turning out. You on the other hand were a bundle of nerves and resigned yourself to a very, very cold shower. You would need it. You were about to share a bed with a man you had been pining for for months! How in hell were you ging to lay in bed next to Dean fucking Winchester and not jump the man’s bones.
“You ok there (Y/N), you’ve gone a little pale?” Dean asked sidling next to you as the three of you approached the room, and your doom.
“Yep, yep, all good Dean. Alllll gooooooood.” You said knowing you sounded crazy, but trying to smile through it. Dean just snorted and let you enter the room first watching you bend to set down your bags and remove your jacket exposing part of your upper back.
“Fuck, tonight is going to be a long night.” He said to himself before joining you and Sam inside and closing the door.
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I was feeling like a bit of slightly-angsty isolation this thursday, so...
AU where, instead of a double transmigration happening, RokSoo transmigrated to ogCale's body, but ogCale was put into a newly made double of his body and confined into a dimension pocket.
And just, no one knows about it and he can't get out until certain conditions are reached. For example: that someone finally gets rid of WS.
Luckily for him, RokSoo and company are rather fast to kill the white star. It only took them two years, way better than in his previous timeline.
Although, those are still two years in which og!Cale, the 40-year-old war soldier turned an 18-year-old time-traveler, had to spend trapped in that place. Completely alone except for the occasional god checking on him, and a few animals a god had the kindness to let for him. (It was Loki, but no one is going to call him out).
Og!Cale is a person who loves easily and deeply but, contrary to his true nature, someone who lived through decades without deep boundaries to gave him feedback. Whether it was during the war that took everyone he knew from him, or before that, with the family he choose to stay at distance and love them from the side-lines. He lived so long without feeling genuine care, making any emotional bond that isn't one-sided, that he's hungry for them.
Being in the past, where everyone he loves hadn't died yet, where they will live, and being so close— just a dimensional door away, really— but not being able to see them, hear them, nor even talk to them... It hurts.
He's happy and so, so glad. They're alive. They can laugh and eat and breath again— and, someday, he will see them again. Even if they don't know how to act with him and is uncomfortable. Even if, most probably, they don't know he's not there and don't miss him, he will see them again.
So, yeah, he's fine with this situation. He accepted this.
That doesn't mean that the waiting doesn't suck. He, a freedom loving person, trapped in the godly version of a safehouse. Most of the days it's only he, his thoughts and the ridiculous massive library Athena managed to fit in here. And his friends, the animals, of course.
Inside of that lonely place, of course, Cale gets attached to the animals that are by his side everyday. He was already an animal lover, to begin with. The little guys who just go through their lives being absolutely adorable and are more loyal than most people around... How can he not love them?
Besides, Athanasia, the griffin, gives the best cuddles he has ever had.
He gets used, eventually. It's not like he never had lived in a big house where the only beings around wouldn't speak more than three words to him. (Well, at least the animals try to talk with him. He just needed to learn what they mean.)
And Cale can do whatever he wants here. If he wants to play the violin or paint, do acrobatics or keep his training, he can just do it. There's no need to hide. No need to restrain himself.
There's no one here to get sad at her memories. No one to spread rumors about 'skills' or 'talents'. No one to turn his interests into weapons against his own family by comparing Bassen to him.
Eventually, it feels like a different kind of freedom here.
—And then he gets out.
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Things I liked about My Personal Weatherman (2023):
The much-remarked-upon idea that you can create a Pavlovian response in your partner to find sunny weather erotic if you date a meteorologist who only wants to have sex when it's going to be nice out
The reason for that accidental Pavlovian response being that they didn't have a dryer or extra sheets so the meteorologist wants to be considerate of their bedsheets drying on the clothesline
The absolutely unhinged behaviour of being friends with someone for ages and talking about your fave local celebrity crush with them every day, and never once telling that friend that the celebrity crush is your boyfriend
Two people being so incapable of voicing how they're feeling that despite being in a long-term, committed relationship, sleeping together, going on dates and arguably being engaged, they're still confused about if the other person likes them
The idea that despite all of those communication issues, you can maintain a relationship mostly by merit of being really open to constructive criticism, non-verbal gestures and having an obedience kink
A lot of the non-verbal gestures themselves (holding hands, the buying of extra sheets, smiling more, the feeding each other and caretaking when one person isn't well, the moment where Yoh wants to make a charm to make the rain go away)
The concept of falling in love with someone because you think their cooking is terrible and you find it very endearing and you will never tell them how bad it is
Things I didn't like about My Personal Weatherman (2023):
While it is good that Yoh doesn't actually do everything he is told, having the type of relationship they do (ongoing dynamic of obedience and control) and not talking what your boundaries and needs are is a hard pill to swallow, and can lead to concerns around consent
The repeated themes of jealousy and control without actually interrogating what it means for the characters (i.e. just moving past using a tracking device on your partner, lingering questions about financial and emotional dependence)
Mizuki, like many a protagonist, seems to have no friends in his life beyond his partner, and has a hard time accepting his partner spending time with friends. Get some friends, Mizuki!
Absolutely tired of shows framing interest in someone of the same gender as an exception to the rule rather than a part of a person's orientation
They don't get that much better at communicating as the shows goes on! There's hints of it (establishing desires and needs like being greeted at home, acknowledging the enjoyment of the obedience, asking what traits the other finds most appealing) but by the end, they still have not found a way to be more direct with one another. It leaves the plot feeling a bit listless
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My mom: why would someone want to be called "they?" They're not more than one person
Me: See how you just used the singular "they're" there? You use it a lot. Like when you're reading an article or listening to a story about someone, you'd say "they sound pretty cool, who are they?" Or "what was that person doing? They seem lost." There's quite a few instances of using singular they.
My mom: I just find it a bit confusing.
Me: and that's okay to be confused at first! But whether or not you're confused, it's respectful to call people what they want to be called. You wouldn't call someone a nickname that they asked you not to use, right?
My mom: I suppose so.
Me: it doesn't hurt anyone to use someone's pronouns. But it does hurt someone when you call them by the wrong name or set of pronouns. It's just about respecting people's boundaries. It's okay to be confused, but don't let that affect how you treat people.
My mom: That makes sense. Thank you Danielle.
I'm glad that my mom remains open-minded for most things. Many of her friends are queer so she's always willing to learn more. I appreciate her about that.
However, she's a bit more stubborn about some of her other opinions 😅 mostly ableism lol
But my mom is cool as hell
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