#where's daniel jackson when you need him

[sga-owns-my-soul]

not tryna die

not tryna live through the current state of the world

need a secret third thing

[dollveis]

☆ ┆ SHE'S A LADY AND I'M JUST A LINE WITHOUT A HOOK. ellie williams — ❝ you can hold my hand if no one's home. ❞

CHAPTER 1 : you're a pond & i'm an ocean. trying to excuse yourself from dating rumors you end up saying ellie's name when someone asks you who you like.

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featuring. college!ellie x afab!reader content warning ! loser!ellie x popular!student, reader referred to as she, reader gets paired with a man but shows no interest towards him, ellie being reallyyy a loser, she's also awkward, onesided interest, maybe fluff if you squint and mention of ellie wearing glasses.

❀ omg?? im finally releasing the first chapter for she's a lady frfr? took me long enough but here it is, this first chapter it's pretty simple maybe blank but we're in for a ride. IT'S ALSO PRETTY SHORT BUT I WANTED IT TO BE KIND OF AN INTRODUCTION

It's Monday, the morning is crisp, the sky sharp blue against the red brick buildings of Jackson College, students move in waves, chatting, sipping overpriced coffees to go through the morning, scrolling through their phones. The air hums with conversations about upcoming exams, weekend parties and the latest and juiciest campus gossip. It's the same routine every day— familiar, predictable. Everything has a rhythm.

You move through it effortlessly with iced coffee in your right hand, people greet you left and right, some call your name, other offer just quick nods of acknowledgement if like acknowledging your presence is a necessity, you return them with small gestures, a nod, a polite smile, nothing too personal. Your reputation proceeds you, the one with the grades, the friends, the effortless charm. You're used to being watched but never closely enough for it to matter. 

You see your friends waiting near the main hall, where the weekly academic rankings have just been posted and you don't even need to see it to know that your name it's at the top, as always, not that it's a surprise. 

Hana, who's been your best friend since freshman year, says, “let's see,” scanning the list closely, “and yep— there she is, of course. God, you're a machine.”

“Or a vampire,” Daniel adds, squinting at you with an inquisitive look, “i swear you don't sleep.”

You roll your eyes, “i sleep.”

“When?”

You don't answer, instead you look at the list again, your gaze flickering over some names below yours, the same handful of students hover in the top five, the rest of the names blurry to you, you don't recognize almost anyone but one further down, really further down catches your attention. 

Ellie Williams.

You don't recognize it. A name that stands out but not the right reasons, her ranking is unimpressive, hovering dangerously close to the failing threshold, maybe that's why it sticks out for you, it's uncommon to see names that low when you're used to scanning only the top. 

Either way, the thought is fleeting. You move on quickly. 

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You think the morning will go by just as it usually does, boring and monotone but it doesn't. You don't even make it to lunch before people are talking, casual whispers between classes, side glances as you walk past. At first you ignore it, you're used to people speculating about your life, attaching stories to you that don't exist. 

“She'd be perfect with him.”

“They match, at least academically.”

“She's doesn't date though.”

“But maybe now—”

The looks and curious humming in the background makes you grip your tray harder, trying your best to stay calm and chill. But then you run into him, Aaron Carter. You barely know him beyond the fact that he's one of the few people who can somewhat compete with you academically. He's tall, well dressed, in a dozen clubs and with an air of effortless confidence that makes people gravitate towards him. So obviously people expect you to be interested in someone like him. 

You don't dislike him necessarily, but you're also not interested. 

“Hey,” Aaron says as he falls into step beside you, trying to match your walk. 

You glance at him, “hey.”

He smiles, his perfect white teeth showing, “sooo, interesting rumor going around.”

You contain yourself from rolling your eyes, sighing internally, “let me guess.”

He chuckles, “yeah, apparently we're dating now.”

You scoff, “we're not.”

“I figured,” he tucks his hands into his pockets, “but you know… it wouldn't be the worst thing,” he shrugs. 

You stop walking, freezing, “excuse me?”

Aaron smirks like he knows exactly what he's doing, “relax. I'm just saying, people seem to think we'd make a good match. And honestly? they might have a point,” he shrugs. 

You furrow your brows, “are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes for real this time, “unbelievable.”

“Hey, can't blame a guy for trying,” he says, amused, “but if you ever change your mind…”

“I won't.”

He grins, “noted.”

With that he walks off, leaving you more annoyed than before. By the time you reach your usual lunch spot your irritation must be obvious because Hana immediately raises an eyebrow. 

“What happened?” she asks, leaning against the table with obvious interest. 

“Aaron,” you say flatly. 

Hana groans, “oh, God, don't tell me he believes the rumors.”

You stab at your salad, frustrated, “he suggested they might be a good idea.”

Daniel bursts out laughing, holding his stomach, “holy shit.”

Hana smirks, “did you crush his hopes and dreams?”

“As quickly as possible.”

Mia tilts her head, examining your expression, “he's smart, popular, good-looking. It makes sense, to be honest,” she nudges your arm, “not gonna lie, you'd be kind of a power couple.”

Daniel snickers, “you two probably have matching grade point averages. Academic royalty, a match made in GPA heaven.”

You groan, rubbing your temple as if you were trying to keep your cool, “i don't like him.”

“Then who do you like?” Mia asks, raising a brow. 

The problem is you don't like anyone. Not in the way they expect, romance has never been a priority and you've never felt the pull that seems to drive everyone else. These comments are meant to be casual, just part of the teasing, of the typical campus gossip. But you know them, you know how this works, if you don't shut this down now, the rumor will only get worse, and by next week, half the campus will be convinced you and Aaron are planning a future together with two babies. 

So you do what any rational person would do, you blurt out the first name that comes to mind. 

“Ellie Williams.”

Silence. 

You can feel them staring. Hana blinks. Daniel looks confused. Even Mia, for all her nosiness, seems momentarily thrown. 

“... Who?”

Fuck. 

You clear your throat, “Ellie Williams,” you repeat, like that somehow makes it better, “she's in our year.”

Mia stares at you like you've just announced you're dropping out of college to become a circus performer, “Ellie Williams,” she repeats slowly, as if testing the words on her tongue. You keep your expression neutral, but inside, you're already regretting your life choices. 

Hana leans in closer, intrigued, “wait, how come you never mentioned her before?”

“Because it's none of your business,” you answer smoothly, picking at your salad like this conversation is beneath you. 

Daniel, still looking baffled, scrolls through his phone, “i'm literally searching her up right now, i don't even know what she looks like,” panic flares in your chest, if he looks up her grades— he suddenly snaps his fingers, “oh! i think i know her. Quiet, kind of awkward? sits at the back in most lectures?”

Hana hums in thought, “the one with messy notes and the guitar case sometimes?” she stays quiet for a moment, “wait, is she the girl who nearly set the chem lab on fire last semester?”

You nearly choke on your drink. Great. 

Mia nods, clearly enjoying this, “yeah, i remember that. Apparently she mixed up two compounds because she forgot her glasses.”

Daniel squints at you, “no offense, but… since when is that your type?”

You resist the urge to bury your face in your hands, “i don't have a type.”

Mia grins like a shark sensing blood, “oh, you do now.”

“Wait. That's actually kinda cute,” your best friend smirks, “i never thought you liked shy girls.”

You sigh, “can we please change the subject?”

Mia nudges your arm, “tell us more. Have you guys talked before? how'd you meet?”

You glance at the time on your phone, “would you look at that? class is in ten minutes. Gotta go,” you stand up, without even finishing your salad, grabbing your bag. 

Daniel rolls his eyes, “that was the weakest escape attempt ever.”

You don't care. You just hope that Ellie Williams never hears about this. 

But she does. 

Ellie has had a crush on your months, not that she'd ever planned on doing anything about it. You exist in a world she doesn't belong to— too put-together, too untouchable, always surrounded by people who seem effortlessly in sync with you. Ellie, in contrast, struggles to remember her assignments, barely scrapes by on tests since she just draws stars in her notes, she owns exactly one backpack that she never closes properly and has exactly one friend (Jesse, who is much better at life than she is). 

She likes watching you though, not in a creepy way. Just in the way someone watches a shooting star— distant, beautiful, something she'd never reach. 

But today. Today you say her name. 

Ellie is passing through the dining hall to go outside, too tired to deal with packed tables and loud conversations, when she hears it. Her name. In your voice. She stops. At first she thinks she's misheard. But then she sees your table— the reactions, the wide eyes, the disbelief. And it clicks, you just told everyone you like her. Her. Her eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. 

Ellie nearly drops her tray. She's not sure how she's gonna make it through the day without spontaneously combusting. When she reaches her usual table outside the cafeteria she can still hear your voice. She must be hallucinating. Maybe she fell asleep in class and this is just some fever dream but no. Jesse is sitting across from her, watching her with mild concern as she continues to stare blankly at her ham and cheese sandwich. 

“Dude,” he finally says, “you look like you just saw a ghost.”

Ellie slowly turns to him, her brain still short circuiting, “i think she likes me.”

Jesse raises an eyebrow, “who?”

Ellie swallows, “her.”

He frowns, “you're gonna have to be a little more specific, man.”

The freckled girl runs a hand through her hair, exhaling, “Her. You know. Smart. Popular. Untouchable.”

It takes Jesse approximately three second to put it together. His eyes widen, “no way," Ellie nods and Jesse leans back, looking thoroughly amused, “okay, explain.”

So Ellie does. She tells him about overhearing your confession, about how your friends reacted, how it didn't seem like a joke— at least, not from what she could tell. The guy listens, nodding along. When she finishes, he lets out a low whistle, “damn. Didn't see that coming.”

“Yeah,” Ellie mutters, rubbing her temple. 

Jesse watches her for a moment before grinning, “so… what's the problem? this is, like, your dream scenario.”

“No, it's not…” she groans, “i was fine just admiring her from a distance. What the hell am i supposed to do now?”

He shrugs, “go talk to her.”

Ellie stares at him, “what?"

"You like her, right?"

She hesitates, "yeah."

"And she just said she likes you?"

"Yeah, but—"

"So go talk to her."

Ellie crosses her arms and furrows her brows, "that’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard."

He snorts, "what, you want me to tell you to ignore it and hope it goes away?"

Ellie groans again, slumping in her seat, "i don’t know, man. She’s, like... way out of my league. I barely pass my classes. She’s literally the smartest person on campus."

Jesse rolls his eyes, “okay, first of all? shut up. Second, you won’t know if she’s actually into you unless you ask. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Ellie considers, "public humiliation?"

Jesse waves a hand casually, "happens to the best of us. You’ll survive."

She glares, "you’re the worst."

A grin, "nah. I’m the best. Now, go talk to your girlfriend."

Ellie groans one more time for good measure, and, against all better judgment, she heads off to find you after the classes end. 

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You try not to think about it after lunch, hoping this whole situation would just be a day or maybe two, so you go about your day hoping to find some peace but when you're leaving the library, in the afternoon someone calls your name quietly when you're passing by the entrance. 

Ellie is standing there, clearly waiting for you. You recognize her instantly— not only because of the photo on the board but because there's something about her that makes her stand out in a quiet way. A few freckles dusting her nose, auburn hair tied back messily, hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie, the way she won't quite meet your gaze. She looks… different, like something you're not used to, like she doesn't belong in the whirlwind of polished, high achieving students you surrounded yourself with Her posture is tense, shoulders slightly hunched, like she's half expecting you to tell her to get lost and yet, here she is. 

“... Hi,” Ellie says. Her voice is lower than you expected, a little rough, a little nervous. 

You raise an eyebrow, “hi.”

Ellie exhales sharply, like she's bracing herself, “uh, so—” she clears her throat, shifts on her feet, “i heard what you said at lunch.”

Your stomach tightens. Of course she did, you should've expected that. Still, hearing her say it out loud makes it feel… real. You tilt your head slightly, keeping your expression neutral, “oh.

The girl in front of you nods, she looks like she's about to pass out, “yeah and, uhm, i just—” she exhales, then forces the words out in one breath, “i like you too.”

Silence. For a second all you can do is stare at her. Something in her expression makes your stomach twist into knots, there's sincerity there but also uncertainty, like she doesn't quite believe the words coming out of her own mouth. She looks like she really means she likes you. Ellie looks alone, not in the obvious way, but in the way people look when they're used to being overlooked. And that makes you feel worse, the idea of rejecting her outright feels… wrong. 

You tilt your head as you cross your arms and sigh, “look, Ellie…” she tenses like she's preparing for the worst, you choose your words carefully, “i'm not really into dating right now.”

Ellie blinks, “oh," it's quiet for a moment, you expect her to shrink back, maybe make some awkward excuse and leave, instead she just shifts her weight, scratching the back of her neck, “... that makes sense.”

Your eyes widen a bit, you watch her, “it does?”

“Yeah,” she mutters, “i mean— you're busy, and uh, probably have better options.”

Your brows furrow slightly once again, “that's not what i said.”

Ellie shrugs, but it's too casual, too practiced, “i know, just saying.”

You study her for a moment. She's defensive, not because she's mad, more like she expected rejection from the start and is just trying to act like it doesn't bother her and for someone reason that bothers you.

You sigh, “i wasn't lying, you know," Ellie finally meets your eyes directly, you hold her gaze, firm but not unkind, “i really don't wanna date anyone right now, i have a lot going on, it's not about you,” she nods but she looks she doesn't totally believe you. And that's it supposedly, you should walk away, that would be the smart thing to do but instead you pause and then add, “but… we could still talk.”

Ellie blinks, confused, surprised, “talk?”

You shrug, glancing away, “if you want. You don't seem like you have a lot of people to talk to.”

Ellie snorts, “wow. Thanks.”

A smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, “am i wrong?”

She hesitates, “... no.”

You nod satisfied, “then it's settled," Ellie frowns slightly, like she doesn't quite understand how she got here but she doesn't argue and you take that as a win, “See you around, Williams,” you say before turning to leave and she watches you go, and despite everything, smiles to herself.

For some reason Ellie intrigues you, she's different. Not in the obvious i'm trying too hard be unique way but in the doesn't seem to care about fitting in way. She seems real, and maybe that's refreshing.

[eupheme]

PPCU - 2024 FIC RECS

a rec list to share and support all the gorgeous fics I read this year. please check these out and support these writers, they are all incredible! 💖

COMANDANTE VERACRUX X READER

— the bet by @/flightlessangelwings

DAVE YORK X READER

— sweet dreams by @toomanystoriessolittletime

For you it was just a very intense wet dream, clearly never thinking a candle you bought at an occult store would give you the best orgasm you had ever experienced. For Dave York, cursed to fuck whoever lit said candle, you were a willing virgin waiting for him to take you.

DIETER BRAVO X READER

— i'll try anything once by @murder-wife

When you make a joke to your boyfriend about pegging him, he takes you up on it

FRANKIE MORALES X READER

— do me yourself by @/jolapeno

a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

— seasons of you by @kedsandtubesocks

your first winter in the valley brings in a frosty breeze & a push towards a certain blacksmith

— wet 'n wild by @/jolapeno

“This what you wanted?” His breath fans across your cheek, your neck—teeth all but gliding over your hammering pulse. “You just wanted me to touch you, querida?”

JACK DANIELS X READER

—trussed up by @wannab-urs

The stress of being a Statesman Agent, especially one in charge of the entire New York operation, gets to Jack sometimes. When he needs release, he comes to you.

JAVIER PEÑA X READER

— bite me nicely by @jolapeno

Javier Peña, a guilt-ridden vampire, struggles with the growing intimacy between him and Bones, the woman who willingly offers her blood to keep him alive.

JOEL MILLER X READER

— a happy man by @/psychedelic-ink

when your friend sets you up on a blind date, you had no idea how impactful it would be.

— anywhere but here by @pedgito

A poor damsel in distress, saved by the most unlikely of man.

— as it was by @/psychedelic-ink

you decide to host a New Year’s party and when Joel shows up soaked to the bone thanks to the rain, you lead him to the bathroom to dry him up.

— could i have this kiss forever? by @flightlessangelwings

— don't move, honey by @jolapeno

joel doesn’t want you to move or touch until he comes back to bed.

— eleven stitches by @/almostfoxglove

After Joel comes back from patrol injured, he wakes up restrained to a bed in Jackson's clinic where you've been tasked with patching him up.

— flowering by @tinycozycomfort

Always itching to be blamed for something, just so he can try and redeem himself; some kind of penance has sunk its teeth into the soft belly of his desire, staking its hold.

— first love in the late spring air by @moonlight-prose

in the late spring air with summer setting like the sun, life with joel suddenly becomes clear.

— get you alone by @5oh5

joel wants you, but you aren't his to have.

— half asleep, half awake by @morning-star-joy

Every time Joel Miller realizes he loves you. Every time he wants to tell you, and the time he does.

— handyman by @/mrsmando

it’s the worst time of the month for you, and you’re in pain. joel hates to see it, and will do whatever he can to make you feel better.

— him. he. joel. by @/jolapeno

you don't know his name. he doesn't know yours. yet.

— hiraeth by @honeyedmiller

the most invigorating and intoxicating drug you’ve had in your life is completely forbidden… and then there’s weed.

— his sweet secret by @ozarkthedog

joel fucks you over the kitchen sink.

— how do you sleep? @thriftedtchotchkes

joel's always there to comfort you with his words and a warm bed after a nightmare, but tonight, you need a little more

— is it that sweet? by @joelscruff

you probably shouldn't let some random middle aged man on the beach take nude photos of you, right? right?

— it’s different in the sun, in the day by @/jolapeno

— juno by @lotusbxtch

Your honeymoon with Joel is off to a bang.

— knuckles deep by @/ozarkthedog

 joel fingers you for the first time in his truck.

— mornings like these by @pedrospatch

There’s a reason you’re always late to morning patrol. That reason’s name is Joel Miller.

— night breeze by @hier--soir

joel comes home to find you sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes.

— no one can hurt you now by @guiltyasdave

You’ve been traveling through the country with Joel and Ellie. After finally arriving in the safety of Jackson, you realize how much Joel means to you.

— pretty baby by @mrsmando

working as a nanny for joel miller is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

— phonophilia by @ozarkthedog

Joel Miller loves how responsive you are.

— put your sweet lips on my lips by @/thetriumphantpanda

He won’t ever kiss you, those are the rules, but you fall in love with him anyway.

— real love, baby by @/honeyedmiller

joel has a bad day at work, but seeing you dancing in the kitchen makes it all better.

— red light by @kiwisbell

The men you keep bringing home are no good for you. It's up to your landlord Joel to protect you from heartbreak. 

— ripe by @/hier--soir

a night out with old friends helps you and joel realise what’s been missing in your relationship.

— road trip by @elflutter

car sex with joel on the way home from a weekend trip ;)

— say yes to heaven by @/psychedelic-ink

joel finally allows you to pamper him.

— seasons of you by @kedsandtubesocks

it’s your very first spring living in the valley & you’re very sure Joel Miller already wants you to leave

— so much goddamn talkin’ by @stargirlfics

Sometimes Joel has to quiet the noise in your head. Luckily he’s quite good at that.

— sundown by @bageldaddy

you're used to being alone. that changes when joel moves into the trailer across from yours.

— sweet days of summer by @ozarkthedog

you and joel sneak away for a quick fuck during a family outing.

— sweet release by @/cavillscurls

the aftermath of finishing without joel’s permission.

— take care of you by @theidiotwhowritesthings

You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

— that pretty girlfriend by @psychedelic-ink

When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

— the checklist by @thetriumphantpanda

Your new boyfriend Joel finds your hidden stash of porn, full of pages with their corners folded over, marking the things you like the most. Expecting him to feel bad about finding things you’re into, things you haven’t asked for from him, you’re surprised when he offers to help you tick them off.

— the duke's illicit affair by @hellishjoel

You want to tame the wild stallion that is ‘the Duke’, Joel Miller. Even if you have to lose your virtue in the process.

— the last day by @elflutter

It was the morning of his thirty-sixth birthday the last time he saw you.

— the older one by @frannyzooey

Best friends with younger one, you’ve known the Miller brothers since forever — you’ve wanted the older one for just as long.

— the way he was by @/cavillscurls

a recollection of joel miller and the man he was for you.

— trouble by @/mrsmando

joel miller hasn’t seen you for years, and what a goddamn surprise you turn out to be.

— you all the way down by @covetyou

You have a rare moment of privacy, a chance to luxuriate in bringing yourself closer and closer to a peak you’ve been teasing yourself with for hours…. Until a knock at your door snatches it all away.

— walking through fire by @macfrog

you’re neck-deep in a bout of seasonal depression. your boyfriend suggests an autumnal walk.

— what happens here, stays here by @fettuccin-e

— when his eyes open by @/jolapeno

joel wakes and admires you and the morning.

— wherever you stray, i'll follow by @cavillscurls

Joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into Jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

JOEL MILLER X READER X TESS SERVOPOULOS

— between two lungs by @/ozarkthedog

you join Joel and Tess mid fuck.

— july by @psychedelic-ink

you’re new to town and tess invites you to go camping with her and joel.

— three's a party by @/studioghibelli

joel knows you, his pretty little girlfriend, has always harbored sexual feelings for tess. he can’t help but oblige you on your birthday.

JOEL MILLER X TESS SERVOPOULOS

— wish you were here... by @always-andromeda

Joel mourns a life he wishes he could've had.

MARCUS ACACIUS X READER

— broken vows by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

When Acacius receives word that he is to be sent to the arena, he must decide where his true loyalties lie.

— prima nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Tomorrow, you will marry your husband-to-be. But tonight - it belongs to his father.

MARCUS PIKE X READER

— give and take by @agentmarcuspike

marcus asks you for something he's wanted for some time...

MAXWELL LORD X READER

— stiff by @idolatrybarbie

Blackjack has the best odds of winning in any casino game. All you have to do is beat the dealer. Still, the notion doesn’t comfort Maxwell Lord. He likes to be certain. He likes to win.

MAX PHILLIPS X READER

— the prettiest by @almostfoxglove

After a restructuring at the company, Max finds himself dead—this time for good—and haunting his old duplex. Lucky for him, you move in. Now he'll do anything it takes to have you.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[aceofwhump]

hi ace hope you’re doing well! do you have any recs for a bunch of friends worried about a whumpee? i don’t know exactly how to word what i’m thinking, but anything similar to 1x11 of The Ark is kind of what i’m going for. several people worrying over one whumpee is to die for! okay done rambling thank you <33

Wasn't The Ark 1x11 SO GOOD with that trope!?! I'm obsessed with it. I'm literally spinning it around in my head all day. That scene on the bridge where Brice passes out and Eva, Felix, and Kabir are all with him? IS MY FAVORITE THING! I want 1000 more scenes just like for Brice.

Anyways, yes. I have several recs for you because the whole team/friends/found family worrying about a single whumpee is one of my absolute favorite forms of whump. Kills me every time. Check out these:

9-1-1

The whole show is chock full of stuff for this trope but my favs are 2x18 and 6x10/6x11

In 2x18 Buck's leg is trapped under a firetruck that got hit with a bomb and he's trapped and in pain and afraid and the whole team tries to get to him and they all work together to rescue him and it's so fucking good.

Then in 6x10 and 6x11 Buck is struck by lightning and you've got the whole team saving his life, freaking out, and staying at the hospital waiting for him to wake up from a coma. IT'S AMAZING

NCIS

NCIS is another with lots of this trope. I particularly love 2x22 SWAK when Tony is infected with the plague and the whole team thinks he's going to die.

Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis

Both shows have a lot of moments. My favorites are: SG-1 Daniel Jackson is whumpee: 3x04 Legacy, 5x21 Meridian, 2x05 Need, 7x06 Lifeboat. SGA John Sheppard is whumpee: 1x04 Thirty Eight Minutes, 3x07 Common Ground, and SGA Rodney McKay is whumpee: 5x06 The Shrine

Hawaii Five-0

H50 my beloved. Has so many examples. So much whump for everyone but I'm gonna plug my all time favorites which have the whole team worrying about a single member. 1x23, 8x10, 10x22, 6x25, 2x10, and 5x07.

The A-Team

5x13 and 2x23 are the BEST. Face is the main whumpee in 5x13 and he gets shot while they're held hostage. And in 2x23 Murdock is shot and they're on the run. Amazing episodes

Hudson & Rex

My favorite is 3x09 Grave Matters when Charlie is kidnapped and buried alive.

Graceland

3x08!!! The whole team helping Mike through his withdrawal? Amazing. Showstopping.

Merlin

1x04 The Poisoned Chalice and 4x02 The Darkest Hour pt2 are great examples of it too.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

prompt from: @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic

prompt: “sorry it’s just — I thought you could use an umbrella”

requested by @illiana-mystery

tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @lilyevans1

warnings: swearing

"Great." I groaned as I stood under the overhang of the hotel. "Just my luck." Rain was pouring down outside and I had read the wrong weather report. I had to be across town to meet with linguist in an hour. If the rain kept up, I wouldn't make it in time. I walked back over to the front desk and smiled at the receptionist. "Hi. I'm sorry. How much longer is it supposed to rain?" I asked.

"Oh. According to the report, it's supposed to keep up for most of the day." she said, smiling sadly at me. "I could call you a cab if you'd like." I shook my head and thanked her anyway.

"Damn." I breathed out as I drew my jacket tighter around me. I looked out at the bustling New York traffic as I thought about what I could do. I originally planned to take the subway but getting there was out of the question now. I didn't have the money to take a cab all the way there either. As I did the mental math to figure out if I would be able to afford a cab ride to the subway, a man in a hoodie and a windbreaker stepped up next to me. He pushed his blond hair out of his face and sighed as he looked out at the storm. I stepped out to hail a cab, shivering as the rain hit me. I sighed as each cab passed me by. Either they were already full or the driver didn't want to stop. An umbrella appeared above me and I squeaked when I turned around to see the man from before.

"Sorry. It's just -- I thought you could use an umbrella." He said softly, pushing his glasses back up. I wrapped my arms around me and nodded.

"Thanks." I said, teeth chattering softly. "Can't get a cab." I shrugged, looking over my shoulder as traffic slowed to a standstill. My body sagged as I realized even if I could get a cab, it would take twice as long to get to my destination now.

"Where are you headed?" The man asked as he shoved his free hand in his pocket.

"Cross town. I needed to get to Brooklyn." I said, eyeing the man slightly nervously. "I have a meeting with a colleague. He's supposed to translate something for me." The man nodded.

"I'm headed to my office in Brooklyn." He said. "It actually is just a few blocks over. Do you have the address?"

"Yeah." I said as I dug the letter out of my pocket and handed it to him. The man started laughing, holding it back out. "What? What's so funny?"

"Pleasure to meet you in person Dr. (Y/L/N)." He held out his free hand. "Dr. Daniel Jackson at your service. Your lecture on cross referencing texts was truly enlightening." My eyes went wide and I shook his hand.

"You're Daniel Jackson?" I asked in awe. Daniel nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. I was in your lecture earlier. About the pyramids..." Daniel gave me a small smile.

"Ah. Yes. That...lecture..." He shrugged before nodding towards the side. "Uh let's head over to my office. Well I say office..." He started walking and I moved closer to him to stay under the umbrella. "More like my apartment. That address I gave you was at the university. They uh fired me. Two days ago. I tried to send you something but I guess you were already here for the conference..." I nodded.

"I got here a week ago." I admitted. "I needed to meet with someone else. A Catherine Langford. She had a proposition about an artifact she wanted me to take a look at." Daniel chuckled.

"Me too. She caught me yesterday at the conference." He said. "What did you tell her?"

"I said I'd think about it." I said, moving closer as the people of New York darted past us to get out of the rain. Daniel noticed and offered me his arm. I took it and pressed as close as I dared to him. "What about you?"

"I said yes." He said. I stared at him in awe.

"On so little information about the artifact?" I asked. Daniel nodded. "Really?"

"What do I have left to lose?" He said with a sad smile. "I lost my job. I lost my grants. I'm about to lose my apartment. I have no reputation." Daniel chuckled. "Well I do have a reputation but it isn't a good one. So...yeah. I took the job without fully knowing what I got myself into."

"Wow." I breathed out. "I wish I was so brave." Daniel tugged me closer as a woman with a dog walked by.

"I wouldn't say brave." He said. "Brave is coming out here to New York just for me to translate something for a paper you are writing." I felt my cheeks heat up slightly at his words. "Brave is telling Catherine you would think about it before taking a jump that could potentially ruin your career. I'm most likely stupid."

"I wouldn't say that." I said, smiling softly at him as he led me into his apartment building. We parted as Daniel closed his umbrella. "I think there's something up there in that pretty head of yours that made you think this was a good idea." Daniel blushed at my words.

"Pretty?" He asked, smile growing as he took off his glasses to wipe the rain off them.

"Yeah." I nodded, shifting as I waited for him to lead me up to his apartment.

"Well I think you're pretty too." He said, cheeks turning even more pink. "Maybe once our professional relationship is over today, we could start on a more personal one?" I smiled as he offered me his hand.

"Sure." I said, taking it and following him upstairs. "I'd like that. Very much."

[southernbelllle]

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Private Daniel Jackson x Reader

Prompt: Jackson snaps at you...

Word Count: 1.8k

AN: Writing Jackson angst is so fckn funny bruh imagine getting yelled at and bro starts reciting scripture.

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The lake was shimmering white dots of light as the sun began its daily descent. The heat was prickling at your shoulders as you watched Daniel’s pole bob up and down into the water.

His beautiful blue eyes were trained on the small red and white bobber, unmoving for large amounts of time.

“Damn” you heard your inner monologue sigh. The steel lapis of his irises put the clear blue water to shame. He sat on the dock, shirtless in the sun. His ragged blue jeans were cuffed around his calves, his toes gently nipping at the water’s surface.

His brows were tightly furrowed together in concentrated dread. No bites all afternoon. He was biting the plushy blush colored corner of his bottom lip.

“Still nothing?” You leaned beside him, your head resting lightly on his shoulder.

“Nope.” He stated bluntly. His eyes stayed glued on the bobber.

You had noticed all morning that your Daniel hadn’t been himself. When you woke up, the side of your bed in which he usually smothered you in kisses, was empty. He was standing outside on your deck facing the water, watching the blue heron fly away from its nest. You had offered to cook him his favorite, a full Saturday morning breakfast, he didn’t want it. He said he wasn’t hungry. In fact, you had to follow him out to the dock in order to get a word out of him. He never liked fishing alone, he told you constantly that your conversations made up for the boring parts of fishing. The excitement in your voice when he’s reel in what felt like a good catch was enough to fuel his ego for weeks, and yet you weren’t invited this time.

Daniel scoffed as he reeled in his rod. Not a single fish caught in two hours.

“Sonofabitch.” He got up and headed to the small wooden table where the tackle box sat.  He threw the plastic lid off the container of worms he’d gathered that morning.

You sprang up beside him, “Oh, Daniel!” You followed him with bare feet. “Let me bait the hook for you!”

He turned his back to you as he fiddled with the hook. ”Nah I needa do it.” He mumbled.

“Oh, c’mon Danny let me do this for you, you been out here all afternoon.” You pleaded. “Let me help you somehow.”

“Nah, I got this. I can do it.” He shot in a tone that almost felt…mean? Judgy? Upset with you?

“Are you sure Daniel I don’t mi-“ You were interrupted by a guttural yell.

“Dammit woman I can do it myself!” There was no mistaking his tone this time. You had never seen this side of Daniel before.

You shrank downward into yourself as you stepped backward from him. You were, to be quite honest, in shock at him.

“Sorry…” you mumbled to no one in particular. “I’ll just be going back up now.” You turned to walk to the rocky path that led to your kitchen door. You felt a few tears fall and escape your eyes. You let your hair fall down beside your face so he wouldn’t see you cry. You needed some time alone.

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You threw yourself into your cooking as means to distract yourself from the snarling dog that stayed behind you on the dock. You had been planning a nice dinner for your boyfriend all week. You had been secretly slipping to the supermarket with the extra change you’d collected. You’d buy the fancy herbs and spices to add to the juicy salmon that you assumed your Daniel was soon to catch. You remembered what they say about assuming, now.

Tears began to fall once more as you moved the small bottles you’d bought into the cupboard. You guessed you wouldn’t need them anymore, your Daniel had very clearly grown not only tired but annoyed by you.

You never imagined that this was a possibility for your relationship. You could’ve sworn that he loved you, loved you like one day he’d get down on one knee and ask you to be his forever. That dream felt lost to the wind right now, there was no hope.

He was probably going to leave you, He was going to find him another nice girl he went to church with, and discard you like an old hubcap. It was the most painful thing you could imagine.

You were holding your arms up against the cupboard doors, starring into the empty void that had just sucked up all of your most precious memories when you heard heavy footsteps rutting against the rocky path. Daniel was coming back, and you had damp eyes the color of Jupiter’s great storm. You wiped your eyes and once again brought your hair down to curtain your face and busied yourself by cleaning the coffee maker.

Daniel walked in with steps much lighter than you’d heard before. You felt his eyes scan you up and down, never once daring to turn and meet his gaze. You picked up the wet yellow sponge and brought it to scrub the inside on the glass coffee pot.

Quietly, he approached you like a rabbit to an eagle. You cold see his advances in your peripheral vision through your hair. You turned the faucet on to rinse the pot.

He unexpectedly reached his arm out toward your shoulder, causing you to jump and drop the glass pot into the sink. It shattered into a million tiny pieces with an echo that sounded far too similar to his earlier outburst.

The straw that broke the camels back, you drop to you knees and bring your hands to your face. You open mouth sob, completely disregarding the man who stood behind you.

“Aw nah” he sighed remorsefully. “Aw nah baby,” Daniel whispered, wasting absolutely no time to scoop your shaking frame into his strong arms. “I’m sorry, Darlin’” he repeated over and over, rubbing small circles atop your shoulder blades. “I’m awful sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to bark at ya.”

You continued to sob into his shoulders. Bracing him for dear life, as if you were to physically stop him from walking out the door to find a girl that would grant him more independence, and not insist on doing menial tasks such as bait a hook for him.

Your cries broke him into more pieces than the shattered coffee pot. He, as your man, was to eliminate any reason that you’d cry, and now look at him. He was the reason your tears were now dripping down his shoulder. “I’m so so sorry, baby.” He gently rocked you back and forth as you both still sat on the ground.

You lifted your head up to look at him, it was the first time you’d seen his face all morning. Even when he was miserable, completely drained from hearing your painful sobs, he was still beautiful.

“No,” you said. “I’m sorry. I should never have offered to bait your hook, I know you’re perfectly capable of doing-“ Daniel quietly shushed you as he pulled you back into  a soft hug.

“No,” he interrupted. “No, I’m sorry. I never shouldn’t have yelled at you.” He kissed the tip of your scalp. “I been strugglin with somethin for a while and I took it out on you.” He pulled you in tighter. “I failed my duty as a man.” He whispered under his breath.

You broke free from his hug, “what’s been bothering you?” You asked, bringing your hands up to cup his face. All insecurity fading as Daniel grew vulnerable.

“Truth is my darlin’” His big eyes met yours, “I been called to duty.”

Your mouth hung open, eyes the size of dinner plates. “You what?”

“I gotta call from a recruiter late yesterday afternoon. Theyn’t a single man inna whole military who can snipe worth a sheeyt.” His palms rested in the curve of your hips. “They need me, darlin.”

You knew this was Daniel’s dream. God gave him this miraculous talent for a reason, and he’d been praying over the foot of you bed every night for an opportunity for his talent to arise.

“Ya know I been talkin to the Lord about it all day,” he shared. “I been so wrapped up in deciding whether I should take it or not, that I took allat frustration out on you.” You could tell he genuinely felt nauseous for snapping at you. “I made my little wife cry. I’m so sorry,” he began to silently cry into his hands.

“Aw baby,” it was your turn to comfort him. You understood where he was coming from, why he felt the way that he did. While serving a greater cause and devoting himself to the honor of his country was Daniel’s ultimate goal, that meant leaving you, his girlfriend, (who he had just referred to as his “wife.”) He was clearly being torn apart by two giant life altering decisions. It was a reasonable thing to get upset over.

“Daniel,” you felt your eyebrows bend in sadness, “I forgive you, I really do, I always will.” You brought his blonde head down to your chest. “I’ll love and stick by you no matter what. Whether you’re an hour or an ocean away. I’ll be there.”

He sobbed harder into your chest, bringing his arms to pull around you in a snake like embrace. “I didn’t mean to bite, I just know God put me here to defend my country, and I was terrified that meant sacrificing you, my ass was on fire and my head was catchin’.”

You felt your heart melt like butter in a hot skillet, but with a light chuckle. Even in the darkest of times, Daniel still shined through. “Baby,” you whispered into his ear. “If you go, I’ll miss you every single second.” He got worried again. “But” you stated, “But I know that this is your talent. I know that God didn’t give you the skill he did just to have you sit at home shooting squirrels.” HE looked up at you like an abandon puppy. “If you want to go, I’ll be here when you get home.”

“Really?” He whimpered.

“Really.” You kissed his cheek.

He hugged into you once more, breathing in your scent and committing it to memory.

“Now, I need something to cook for dinner…” You teased, motioning to the lake that glimmered outside of your living room window.

For the first time that day, the sun came out. Literally and figuratively. The sunlight danced across his face as the corners of his mouth traveled upward.

“Oh, my darlin, I’ll catch you the biggest, baddest, juiciest fish that there river has ever seen.” He stood both of you back up and brought your arm up to kiss your hand. “C’mon back down and sit beside me hot stuff I gotta give you something to remember.” He laughed.

“Well, on one condition…” you trailed off.

He knit his brows together in worry again, “Anything. Anything at all my love.” He stated with a genuine heart.

“You let me bait your hook?” You tried to hide your smile by biting your lip.

He felt the color wash back into his face. “Yes,” he laughed. “Yes, of course.”

You giggled as he grabbed your hand and led you to the rocky path. “Now I gotta ask you something when we get down there,” his fingers slipped into his back pocket of his jeans to fiddle with the small velvet box holding his mother’s wedding ring. “Somethin’ real important about this idea I have after I get home.”

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And he comes back home alive and well and puts a ring on it and has 10 babies with you praise Jesus Hallelujah

[lovethestarrs]

Chapel — 𝒿ℴℯ𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇

« I'm going to get married today .. So please don't touch me, please stay away .. I know I'm not good, I've never been true .. But you know that I love him and I don't love you »

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: ANGST .. infidelity .. use of y/n .. Joel is kind of mean .. age gap, it’s not specified .. your soon to be husband’s name is Daniel .. some religious themes .. possessiveness .. set in Jackson .. kind of short .. not greatly proofread

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I am not a good angst writer so forgive me, just needed the thought out (ಡ‸ಡ) inspired ‘chapel’ by Nicole Dollanganger

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: I am not 18, so if that makes you uncomfortable dni or block ♡ pls keep the peace [ starting to add these again because I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, I’m a very anxious n paranoid person so I just feel like it would be good to warn ya … thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ ]

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You looked absolutely beautiful. Right out of a fairytale. If that fairytale was placed in the apocalypse… but it was good enough for you. You’ve practically gotten everything you wanted. You had managed to find a nice dress, something from an abandoned bridal shop and it thankfully wasn’t eaten away at by whatever still scurried around.

You glowed like an angel from the sheer amount of happiness that filled you and everyone could see it. It made everyone happy— everyone but Joel Miller.

He couldn’t give two shits about the asshole you were marrying, he hated his guts. You were his girl first and he wouldn’t give it up.

He hated how the whole town fled to the chapel, flowers and lights decorating the walkway as chatter filled the area. C’mon, who would want to celebrate him? He wasn’t good at patrolling, God, he sucked ass. Once when Joel was assigned as his patrol partner (which he hated and almost shot him), Daniel couldn’t even save himself, Joel had to save the damsel in distress— and the damsel was in fact his ex girlfriend’s fiancé.

So when he heard about the wedding, he knew he had to go get you out of whatever mess you were getting yourself into. Sneaking in through the back door of the chapel, right where you were waiting. He waited until you were alone, hearing no more talking before almost bursting in.

When you heard the door swing open you whipped around in surprise. ‘What the fuck?’ You thought to yourself, eyebrows furrowed. Then you saw it… him. Joel motherfucking Miller. “Joel? What are you doing here?” You ask as he parades himself to you, shoulders as broad as you remember them, his beard has more grays since you last saw him. “Y/N…” His throat is dry, you looked so beautiful, a damn dream.

You can feel his as they wander down, taking in and appreciating your beauty. “My God…” He mumbles to himself, his hand stroking down his beard, falling to his chest. “Look at you. A damn angel on earth.”

“Answer my question, what are you doing here?” You spoke, felt the heat creeping to your ears from his compliments, all too familiar. Joel saw the way you tensed up, jaw clenched and hands too. He knew you like the back of his hand.

“I came here,” he sucks in a breath, “because I don’t think you should marry him.”

“It doesn’t matter what you think, Joel. I’m gonna be with him and that’s final.” You argued, staring at him with a look of confusion. Why now? Why does he only say something now, right before you walk down the aisle and stand in front of God, proving your love to be true. It didn’t take long for you to realize that this must be a test. God is testing you, tempting you with the man who was your weakness.

“Y/N, do you really want to do this?” His eyes soften. Those stupid eyes that could make you give up your soul to him. You look away, not being able to bear the way he draws you in, bringing you to your knees. “Do you love him?”

“I do.” You answer, it’s a whisper in the air.

“Do you love me?” He sounds choked up, his voice a soft rasp. He knew the answer, and you knew he did. But he wanted to know if you’d say it, admit it. Or would you lie in the house of God? He sees the way you continue to shift away from him, trying to make yourself smaller so you can just get away. But you were cornered.

“I love him, Joel.” You repeated, avoiding answering the question, eyes already watering.

“That ain’t the question, Y/N.” He said assertively, shifting his weight from one knee to the other. You were bound to snap, he wasn’t one to give up.

“Gosh, Joel. Why today, huh? Why do you have to ruin everything?” Your hands cover your face, before Joel’s booming voice echoed out.

“Because I love you!” He said between clenched teeth, moving closer to you. “Please, Y/N… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You lost me when you left me, Joel!” You shouted back.

There goes your perfect (as can be) wedding day— gone out the door when the man who still had your heart waltzed in professing his love for you.

“You think I wanted to leave you?” He was so close now, so close that he could whisper and you could hear it over your thumping heart. “Your father was breathing down my neck tellin’ me to leave you. Tellin’ me I was no good for you. And he was right. I ain’t a good man but that don’t mean I don’t love you and that I won’t try my hardest to keep you safe.”

“It’s too late, Joel…” Your eyes fluttered shut, stilling the tears that welled up waiting to be released.

“It ain’t too late, darlin’. We can go, you can stay at my house and lay low for a bit until it all blows over. Please, Y/N… don’t do this.” He was rambling. No matter how tempting it seemed you knew it was just a fairy tale. You could never show your face again if you ran away, especially with a man like Joel.

In silence you shook your head, “I can’t,”

“You can’t or you won’t?” He interjected. You don’t answer but the silence speaks for itself. Joel doesn’t press on anymore, he knows you’re stubborn, one of the things he loves so much about you. As much as his heart breaks knowing you’ll be another man’s, he’ll think back to all the questions you dodged because you both knew the truth. “Well if you ever change your mind… or if that,” he holds back, the last thing he wants to do is curse (again) in such a holy place. “If he hurts you, you come to me.”

He wants so badly to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his one last time, but he won’t let himself, so he tries to breathe you into memory, burn your heat into his skin.

“I love you.” He breathes one last time before making his way out. And there you are left dressed in white with tears down your eyes. Joel Miller slips away again.

A voice perks up, calling your name and you quickly try to pull yourself together, lying and saying you were just so excited to marry the love of your life. But even God knew that if that were true, Joel would be the one at the end of the aisle, waiting at the altar to make you his wife.

So as you walk down that aisle, looking at Daniel with tears and a feigned smile, you know that now you’ll have to spend every night lying to yourself because you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself.

But whether you left now or later, you’d find your way back to him. Back to your man. Joel Miller.

I don’t like sad endings. maybe if I’m not a lazy cunt I’ll write a part two

[aangarchy]

Alright. I've rewatched the trailer like 20 times by now and i've been processing it.

First things first: anyone that's gonna talk shit about Gordon Cormier is gonna have to go through me first. I've only had Gordon!Aang for a day and a half and if anything happens to him i'll kill everyone here and then myself got it?

Just look at him! This is the exact big eared cute little kid i wanted them to cast for Aang. He looks adorable and honestly his outfit is growing on me.

The glowing arrow looked cool as hell. I like that the light spread through his tattoo almost like veins. I'm still curious on how the full avatar state is gonna look, how they're gonna get the glowing eye effect. Please don't let it look goofy.

Y'know what does look goofy?

Is it better than the m night shyamalan appa? I guess. Does that mean it looks good? Well.... at least momo sort of looks cute instead of some folklore nightmare like in shyamalan's version. But also you can tell in this shot in particular that it's very green screen-y

Then we go over to the bending, the limited shots we have of it. Mainly firebending was shown (a little airbending too but kinda hard to get a stillframe for that one)

Idk how to feel about it. In screenshots it looks alright but the shots while they were moving looked a bit off, especially the one where zuko's kicking. We only got very limited shots and that's intentional. I feel like the bigger cgi fails are gonna show up once we get the full show. If the bending looked good all the time i feel like they'd be showing it off by now.

What i don't like, is how apparently they're gonna SHOW Zuko getting burned. Like sure in atla they didn't bc kids show and Nickelodeon wouldn't allow it, and netflix can take darker turns if they so please. But i personally always felt that scene made so much impact because we didn't see it. Iroh is telling it from his memory and he didn't look when it happened, so we don't see it either. It's like a courtesy the show extends to both Zuko and the audience. We just hear the harrowing scream, and that's enough to know how devastating it is. I don't need a dramatic overlook so we can see the whole thing in detail, netflix.

Another thing is the hair in some scenes.

Daniel dae kim looked better in that promo photo, bc here you can just see how the bulky goatie was glued on. And then Sokka's hair..... where's the ponytail? It's laying completely flat against his head... why? Is it bc that's Ian's hair and they didn't know what to do with it? Literally get a comb and tease that bitch. This is like the complete opposite of Jackson Rathbone's hair in the shyamalan version, and somehow that full maybelline ponytail makes more sense than this sad excuse of a tail. Either way at least Suki looked dope.

Another thing i found weird about the trailer is the narration. I think it's either Iroh's voice or maybe Gyatso's? (I haven't heard Iroh's actor talk yet so idk, but it felt like it was being said TO either Aang or Zuko) but the lines they gave him... it felt like some weird mumbo jumbo tbh. Something something about the past and present being the same and it's up to us to know the difference and be the difference? It's saying everything and nothing at the same time and it felt kind of out of place. They're probably saving the iconic opening narration done by Katara for the full trailer (i hope???) but still they could have just gone with music, or maybe just a few iconic existing lines?

The music? Fire. Nothing needs to be added there. Was i kind of hoping for a different soundtrack? Maybe a bit. But am i mad? Not at all. They clearly took the nostalgia route with the more epic version of the avatar theme, and i can only respect them for that.

So far, very mixed reviews for me. I'm morbidly curious and very nosy by nature though, so i'm absolutely watching.

[fiveredlights]

also I now have so many questions about the DAUD AU world that I don't know what to do with them. if a DAUD performs really well in the other universe does that do anything for them in their home universe?? What if they do really poorly? is there a system in which they are allowed to stay in the alternate universe?

Has a DAUD for vcarb/rb/alphatauri/whatever ever been part of one of redbulls mid season driver swap/promotion/demotion shenanigans?? is that even allowed?? rb still run three cars as allotted for being the designated team but they run 3 drivers from their normal universe and red bull steals the DAUD for their second car?

thank you for enabling me to talk about The DAUD AU

before we begin i very quickly have to solve the problem of benjamin’s DAUD program being one race only versus matilda’s DAUD program bring a whole season by saying in 2030 the FIA changes the program that drivers have to stay for a whole season and everyone agrees that it’s fine for teams to run three drivers for the season because as callan says, the DAUDs are usually shit!

okay now onto your very good questions. usually DAUDs are reserve/junior drivers and if they do well in the program, usually teams will move them up into the seat but it’s not like a direct correlation. sometimes DAUDs can do really well but they don’t end up with a full time seat 🤷‍♀️ like how winning f2 doesn't always guarantee a f1 seat.

but it helps your case massively if you do well which is why people attempt the DAUD program as a way to get into a f1 seat. that’s probably the main reason why benjamin does the DAUD program, he’s in the RB junior team and needs to make a name for himself.

matilda does the DAUD program because she hates her teammate (devon jackson when i catch you) and ferrari won’t fire him because idk he’s like super rich (pay drivers have hit ferrari in 2048) so he sees it as a way to escape for a season.

(also she’s running away from someone like callan but we don’t need to get into that. matthew doesn’t like her in the beginning and i wonder why …)

if they do really poorly there’s leniency depending how far forward/back they went (eg. drivers who go back 20+ years almost never do well so nothing happens) but if they went to a similar time period and do very badly they will almost always get dropped from their teams. like if you were from 2024 and get sent into 2025 and you DNF in the race you are unfortunately probably gonna get kicked out.

DAUDs aren’t allowed to stay in the alternate universe permanently because of *waves hand around* universe somehow not liking it BUT if you win the race/championship you get a special little universe time travel bracelet that allows you to travel between your home universe and your alternate universe whenever you wish. so matilda is absolutely travelling back and forth for the sole reason to annoy matthew and callan.

there’s a whole thing where callan’s like you don’t want kids after knowing matilda and max just sighs super loudly and is like “you must be really stupid if you don’t think daniel considers you two as his weird adult children. i knew i would be stuck with you two when i started dating daniel. be so serious callan.”

okay so the whole Red Bull/RB/DAUD swap is such a funny and great thought because red bull are absolutely doing crazy shit like that. below is the craziest possible option i could think of.

in 2035 in the old habits/glitter on the floor DAUD verse i think RB/red bull attempt this crazy driver thing, where the RB DAUD does incredibly well for the first race but then does like mediocre for the rest and of course red bull are immediately like well with results like that we gotta get them in the main team!

the race before the summer break, the 2nd red bull driver contracts appendicitis on the friday. red bull call on the RB DAUD to replace them, he beats matthew for that race and red bull are like okay you're staying for the rest of the season. i don't think you can give someone appendicitis but there's obviously going to be news articles on red bull giving appendicitis to the 2nd red bull driver as a way to get the RB DAUD into the seat.

everyone starts petitioning the FIA to stop red bull from doing this, lawsuits are launched, there's a full on civil war between teams, everyone in red bull and RB are walking on eggshells, and to top it off the after the 2nd red bull driver recovers they refuse to drive the RB so they quit midseason and then we go into summer break with five cars between the two teams and only four drivers.

RB didn't run the 3rd car in the race before summer break, so obviously now daniel has to find a driver for the rest of the season. he doesn't want to pull up any of the drivers from the junior team because they are not ready and honestly he's still holding a grudge against red bull for stealing one of his drivers behind his back AGAIN. he is teetering between also quitting mid season and calling andretti up being like hey you wanted a f1 team right??

matteo jokingly says daniel should drive the 3rd car, daniel is like i can't drive because of my hand. he's trying to figure out if he can call matilda again but ferrari won't let her drive. then max is like well i can. everyone turns to the door and max is like well it is not like i am doing anything else.

daniel thinks he's joking but then realises he is very much not joking and he's not going to look a gift horse in the face, shoves max into the factory to do seat fits etc. everyone in RB agrees to keep it hush hush because red bull would throw a fit if they found out max was replacement driver and swap the DAUD for max.

matthew catches wind that max is the replacement, attempts to get himself demoted so he can be teammates with max, callan throws his phone out the window before anything can happen.

summer break is over and RB haven't announced who the replacement driver is so everyone assumes they're abandoning the DAUD program/3rd car. no one suspects that max is the driver when he walks into the paddock, but when FP1 starts and people see the 3rd car with 33 on it everyone promptly loses their shit, daniel and max have the biggest shit eating grin on their face, christian is having a mental breakdown down at red bull, red bull shareholders are pissed, matthew is still trying to get himself demoted and on top of that FIA places a temporary ban on driver swaps mid season to deal with the lawsuits/petitions.

so then it turns out that the DAUD who was once thought to be a generational talent maybe wasn't that good at all because the first race back he hits matthew and causes him to retire. a fluke maybe. nah he hits callan in the next race. red bull come to the startling realisation they are stuck with this guy for the rest of the season. someone googles how to give appendicitis to someone else.

adding salt to the wound, RB finish above red bull in the WCC, callan wins the WDC and matthew quits red bull and the FIA give red bull a massive fine because what they did was illegal and outside of the regulations etc. red bull agree to sell RB to andretti at the end of the season and daniel has never ever been happier. this is what he wanted all along.

max wins the last race, we finally get the daniel, max, matthew, callan podium line up. max retires again, matthew quits red bull and goes to andretti with daniel as TP. matteo also joins andretti, we get the oops all matt team and mostly everyone lives happily ever after.

matilda visits at the end of the season and is like woah. what the fuck happened here and everyone just starts crying because it's been a long year.

is this situation so ridiculous and crazy? yes. but so is this universe.

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Chapter 2: Death By a Thousand Cuts

The footsteps were getting closer and Tommy realized that there were two sets. He looks up to spot two men walking toward him briskly, the younger of the two looks to be 10 or 15 years older than Tommy and the older, who he is assuming is the VIP, with his air of authority, walks with a cane and seems to be another 15 years older than his….companion? Friend? As they get closer, he can finally hear their conversation over the slight wind.

“Careful! Why did you drag us down to McMurdo again? I don’t have any messages asking for translation help and there’s not much of a crew right now, what gives?” the younger asks, while reaching out a hand to steady the general over a bit of ice.

“A little bit of a favor, a bit of boredom, some nosiness, and I beat Sheppard in a game of rock paper scissors,” the VIP replied, with a slight smirk, making his way with surprising steadiness for a man in need of a cane.

Tommy felt a vibration from his pocket and frowned in confusion. Lucy is the only one who knew where he was and how to contact him. He glanced over furtively at his two passengers but they were still far enough away for him to take a quick look, it might be an emergency or it might be her just giving him shit about his life choices in between calls at Harbor. He pulls out his phone and stares in confusion.

The sound of someone clearing their throat grabbed Tommy’s attention and he could feel the tips of his ears heating in embarrassment. “Ah, sorry,” he said, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “Only one person back home knows this number and I was afraid it was an emergency. If you gentlemen are ready to go, you can climb on in.”

“And was it?” the younger man asked, moving closer with a hand still on the VIP’s elbow.

“I’m sorry?” Tommy replied.

“Was it an emergency?” he asked again, gently.

Tommy went to rub a hand on his neck but thankfully stopped himself before knocking the hood and knitted hat from his head. “No. Not an emergency, just weird, but unless you know a general named Jack or John, I’ll just have to figure it out later.” Tommy pulled open the helicopter’s side door to usher his passengers inside when the VIP froze in place as his younger companion’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Ah, I see! I guess Parrish warned young Evan, then. We should get in out of the wind, this cold is killing my knees,” the VIP said as he climbed inside, gesturing for the other man to follow him, which he did with no further comment.

Tommy sealed the door behind them and hauled himself in the cockpit. A hand stuck itself in between the seats, “General Jack O’Neill, retired, 2 L’s, nice to meetcha. With me is Dr. Daniel Jackson, retired civilian contractor with the US Air Force.” Tommy numbly shook the offered hand while his mind whirled trying to figure out what was happening here.

“Here, we should probably start with this,” General O’Neill handed him what looked like a small metal sphere and as soon as he was holding it, Tommy wanted to throw it very far away. “Anything?” General O’Neill asked, which got him a shove and “Jack!” from Dr. Jackson.

“Um, should it want to play with me?” Tommy asked, on the edge of hyperventilating. The thing, (toy?) wanted to play, (talk about?), emotions? This made no sense, he was dreaming about Evan again, but it was turning into a new nightmare with metal toys that “talk” in feelings and the general in his chopper acting like everything is…wait. “Did you say young Evan?!” Tommy burst out, interrupting General O’Neill and Dr. Jackson’s argument they were having about….him? “What is going on?! Is Evan ok?! Did you just drug me with this thing?!” Tommy dropped the sphere into the seat next to him and felt its disappointment as it fell from his hand. He wiped both hands frantically against his flight suit.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Kinard, now I realize why Jack brought me along. What you are getting from the sphere is a neurological link to advanced technology. It is genetic and the easiest way to determine if you have the genetic ability to connect with this kind of technology outside of a blood test is to hand you a piece that has been proven to be harmless and ASK you to activate it, RIGHT JACK?!”

“Now, Daniel,” the general tried to interject but Dr. Jackson talked right over him. “Jack, here, is also part of one of the genetic lines that can activate the technology. There are people all over the earth with the genetic ability but they aren’t easy to find, and usually it happens by accident that we find anyone at all. Jack is now going to explain why he tested you, aren’t you Jack?” The general huffed but followed orders, “One of my generals brought to my attention yesterday that about ten years ago one of his people ran into a young man in Peru who accidentally activated a piece of technology that the general carried with him as a matter of course. Turns out that the handheld device really liked the young man and if it had the physical ability to get up and walk away, it would have found its way to young Evan’s pocket and exposed a classified program to a twenty-four year old man who was at that time wandering, trying to find his place in this world and didn’t have the skills to join our program no matter how well he did in the SEAL trials.”

Tommy swallowed hard. “How did he get back on your radar? And did you even need a ride?” he asked, looking between both men, attempting to see something about their intentions for him, for Evan.

“Ah. Well, that depends. Would it stress you out more to continue this discussion here and now, or would you prefer to fly us around for the projected fuel allowance while we continue to talk in here where any lookie-loos can’t hear us?” Tommy silently handed General O’Neill and Dr. Jackson headsets and started up the rotors. “Fair enough.”

Once they were in the air and all three wearing headsets, the general cleared his throat and began talking again. “Evan learned about you fleeing to Antarctica and reached out to his friend from Peru who, at the time, was listed as being stationed at McMurdo. The story gets muddled here,” O’Neill explained.

“Or you stopped listening,” Dr. Jackson interjected.

“Or I stopped listening,” O’Neill confirmed. “But, Parrish told Colonel Lorne and General John Sheppard about Evan’s plan to chase after you and it was suggested that since Evan had such a strong impression of the genetic marker which allows us to connect with this technology, that it was a strong possibility that you would have it too.”

“Why,” Tommy croaked, then cleared his throat and tried again. “Why would I be likely to have the genetic thing?” he asked. Dr. Jackson answered this time.

“We don’t know why it happens this way and it doesn’t every time, but the genetic carriers tend to find each other and are drawn to each other in some way. Sometimes romantic, sometimes strong friendship, and occasionally irrational hatred, though that is extremely rare…the point is, something about that genetic marker is able to ensure a strong bond if you let it,” Dr. Jackson pointed out.

“That’s right! Us freaks need to stick together!” exclaimed General O'Neill.

“Damn it, Jack!” Dr. Jackson shouted, and with that, the general and Dr. Jackson went back to bickering about who should be doing the explaining and Tommy’s mind drifted while he tuned them out and concentrated on his instruments. Everything looked right, but something felt wrong. (Sounded wrong?) Tommy didn’t know how to feel about any of this but right now something was pulling him to the north of their position.

“Sir? Is there any of that technology to the north of us?” Tommy asked tentatively.

“Yeah. Why, you see something? Something that looks like a flying squid?” General O’Neill asked, peering out the windows of the chopper.*

“No, but I can feel - er hear it? I think?”

“What’s it saying?”

Tommy was taking a guess here, but it sort of felt like someone was knocking on a door that only he could hear and inviting him inside.

“I think it wants us to come visit?”

*References episode 1 of Stargate: Atlantis; Jack was being flown in a helicopter from McMurdo to the SGC (Stargate Command) research base when an alien drone was accidentally launched, targeting the aircraft. The drone looks like a glowing squid.

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I would like a male satyr x reader please (any gender reader it's fine), and I hope that it's okay if I add some lore (it's my first ask) but I was thinking that it would take place in Camp half blood (if you write for percy Jackson if not a normal summer camp is alright as well) and reader is a child of Hermes and the satyr is a son of Dionysus and they are lovers and they plan to have their first time near the lake under the full moon (can be SFW or NSFW), thank you in advance! 😘

(8k+ NSFW; SON OF DIONYSUS/X/ANY READER- DECENT OF HERMES: INTOX/SEXOUTSIDE/ORGY/WORSHIP/

EDGING/BLOOD/ KNIFE)

Text is color-themed-

Purple is background SFW text

The green background is for the horny stuff, so if you want to skip down you can.

EACH CHARACTER GETS THEIR OWN DIALOGUE COLOR, THE COLORR MIGHT BE REUSED IF A CHARACTOR LEAVES.

(I'm not sure if I do camp half-blood because I dont plan on doing more research than I already have to to make the characters. However, the thing will be heavily based on the same rules and dynamics)

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You and your single father lived in a rural town smack in the middle of Georgia, and your life was very comfortable, considering your father was very good at his job and was paid well for it. He worked at the local newspaper warehouse, printing the news on thin sheets of paper to be read by the few people who still picked them up from the local grocery stores.

But, what he loved most was writing them, which he was able to do on the side. He would submit beautiful stories that would always make the first and second pages, even if it was hidden in a small corner.

He was a very enthusiastic and creative man named Samual, but of course, everyone called him Sam or Sammy, and occasionally, his work buddies would call him Uncle Sam.

For him, it was because he was always fighting for people's rights and what was just.

As American Uncle Sam should've, instead of swallowing young boys and girls and spitting them into the system that churned them out to their muddy, camo demises.

One night, it was raining, and you and your father were sitting quietly, doing your own separate little tasks. You were reading a Greek book about poetry and the many philosophers in the period, while he was working on an article for the following day.

You usually read books in any other language due to your dyslexia. Greek and other languages had always come to you naturally, the letters spinning and weaving themselves into something you could read, even though English was not as simple.

The letters would dance off of the page as you tried to decipher them until the inconvenience reached a point where you decided to have your teachers print things out in Spanish for you.

Your dad walked over closer to you, snapping you out of your imagination's adventures, and moved from the couch to the armchair across from yours, both of you now next to the cold area of the rain-soaked window.

"Hey, kiddo. i need to talk to you about something."

"Yeah sure, whats up?"

You slipped your bookmark into the pages and set it aside to give him your full attention. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he stared at the ground uncomfortably.

Your brows furrowed.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen to Daniel?"

Your first thought jumped to the fear of his best friend getting hurt at work. He looked sad and so lost. You'd only seen this when your father was grieving something.

"No... It's about your birth father."

He looked up to meet your eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh a little and gesture to him, up and down with your hand palm-side up.

"uhm?"

He smiled softly and rolled his eyes. He unbuttoned his flannel button down and opened the two sides, exposing two small scars, now well healed with time under his pecks.

"The one who helped make you. I gave burth to you after I had already had my top surgery, and soon after you were born, I had a full histerectomy, which removed all of the interior female organs, then bottom surgery. I'm still paying those bastards back for the medical bills."

He laughed softly as he buttoned up his shirt.

You sat there, pondering. You wondered if this really changed anything. You'd always questioned who your mom was, but your father was kind and good enough for you not to hold onto it so much. You had asked, but not gotten much of an explanation except-

'when you're older. I promise.'

You were older now.

"what im going to say, might not make any sense, and that's okay. But I received something in the mail today."

He slipped You a pamphlet. The title read

'Ἱερός Λόχος, Hierós Lókhos'

You could read this as 'Sacred Band of Thebes'. Then beneath that, you assumed it was the same thing but in English, which you couldn't read very well.

Your eyes sifted through the pamphlet, greek and English scattered about the pages, describing a camp for those who are born of gods, blessed blood, and warrior training. There were mentions of 'finding purpose' in this place, you looked up at your father and laughed.

"What is this? some prank? C'mon- Dad. I wasn't accepted to hogwarts. Someone is pulling our legs."

"Your father was Hermes."

He blurted, but he was serious, his voice was steady and unenthusiastic. He obviously thought he was telling the truth.

"Okay so a crack head got you pregnant and claimed to be hermes then what- disappeared to float away to the clouds? do you have any idea how rediculous that sounds?"

He rolled his eyes softly.

"What do you know about Hermes, (Y/N). Just tell me, I'll connect thee dots."

You sighed but decided to entertain him.

"Hermes, god of travel, messanger of the gods."

"You never stop writing, and reading, and you've always yearned to walk and travel to unknown places. the road trips we've been on have always left you hungry for more."

You ignored him and kept going.

"Speed, trickory, and charm."

He cut in once more.

"You've spent your whole life, pranking me and your friends, though light-heartedly. You joined track as soon as you could and are one of the fastest runners. You make friends so easily and have been told multiple times by family and friend, aswell as partners that you're exceptionally charming."

Dots were being connected. But you still didn't, no- didn't want to believe it.

"That doesn't prove much..."

"(Y/N). What would be the purpose of lying to you? There's no reason for me to. Your father came back to visit when I was pregnant with you and explained things to me, before leaving you and me in the dust."

Wow, he'd clearly been holding onto that for a while. This also felt like a knife in your gut. It might make sense, but how would this be proven? You didn't understand what kind of powers you would truly have even if this was true.

"Maybe you could go for a little while and come home to visit. See if you enjoy it, I think you would. Test your limits, have an adventure and some fun."

His voice broke slightly and his eyes began to water and you rushed over to hug him.

"If you want me to, I guess it couldn't hurt.."

You decided it might be fun. And worst case, they'd find out you weren't a god's child by whatever weird blood test technology they might have to figure it out.

Your dad helped you pack your things, and within the week, he took you to Long Island, where you would meet all of the other children who claimed to be of 'godly decent'.

The car ride was fifteen miserable hours, you and your dad taking turns as he thought you the road. You would get your permit soon but have been holding off as long as possible due to a bad accident when you were small.

One morning, on your way to school, a small country intersection was busy with early morning activity.

On the left-hand side, there was a line of cars waiting to turn, and your dad couldn't see very well. The first driver in the left-hand lane waved for him to pull out into the lane. Just as the nose of the car entered the intersection, a drunk driver sped by and collided with your dad's car, causing it to do a full 180-degree spin.

For two minutes, you couldn't hear anything because of the airbags, and to this day, you still hear ringing in your left ear.

You and your father took shifts driving until He drove past a sign that said 'The strawberry fields', at which point your Dad made a slight u-turn and parked on the side of the road.

"Alright, little britches. Let's go."

That was a sweet nickname he'd always called you, very Southern, even though all it meant was 'small pants', a child's nickname.

You stood and grabbed your things, pausing your music, and slipped your phone into your pocket. He led you down a small game trail into the woods, and just when you assumed that the two of you were lost, you approached a wooden archway.

'Sacred Band of Thebes'

Was carved into the larger wooden banister in Greek.

Your dad smiled and hugged you tightly.

"Hey kiddo.. be safe okay? and i dont think your phone works in there so, try to write home every day."

You could hear his throat closing up softly as he tried to choke out his goodbyes, inevitably not expecting this kind of goodbye till college. You had graduated a few years ago but hadn't found a college that felt very- you.

"I will dad."

You laughed a little as your nose burned with tears.

"I love you, (Y/N). You're my everything."

You jumped on him and hugged him closely, and he squeezed the air out of you. You loved his bear hugs and would miss them.

"Walk me in?"

He nodded and walked a ways behind you as you crossed the archway. You felt a soft rush of happiness, of safety and comfort, and then you heard a soft, warped thud. You turned to see your dad with his hand on an invisible wall and could almost see his heart clutch in his chest. You walked over to him and gave him another hug, hot tears pouring out of your eyes. You took in his scent, and he smelled like firewood, weed, and home.

"I'll write to you every day i promise. With dates and everything!"

You sobbed softly and he helped you dry your tears. You heard a soft twig snap behind you and turned to see a boy with cocoa-colored skin, about your age leaning around the wooden pole that held up the banner.

You waved at him and he stood just behind the barrier, smiling. He had a small gap in his teeth that made him look very sweet. You tried to wipe your face some more to make yourself more presentable, then pushed forward into the barrier. You looked back at your father, for the last time for a while, and waved.

He waved back and watched you walk into the camp, which you could now see was humming with activity, many kids doing some sort of military training, though they were dressed like Greek warriors from The Gladiator.

The boy you'd seen earlier hopped in front of you joyfully. His bright blonde coils bounced and glinted in the sun, even overcast, he seemed to glow.

You felt a slight tingle in your cheeks as he smiled at you and you looked down to see his legs, he was a satyr.

"WOAH!"

You blurted out as you looked down to investigate him. He took a confused step back, and you remembered your manners.

"Sorry- ive just never seen- a real life satyr- you look so cool..."

He smiled proudly once he heard this and pranced around a little, putting on a show for you. This made you laugh as he made all sorts of ridiculous 'strong man poses' and those of the old glory days of men in ponytails standing with one foot on a rock, looking to their destiny.

"Yo!, Im Hadrian."

He held his hand out for you to shake, and you took it happily. His hand was very soft as he gripped yours. You couldn't keep your eyes off his bright green ones.

"Hey, I'm (Y/N)."

"Neet, Who's your godly parent?"

He tilted his head slightly to the left as he looked over you. It seemed as though he was trying to guess before you spoke.

"My father says Hermes."

He looked a little confused off to the side.

"Fa-?"

"It's complicated. I'll explain later."

You cut him off and laughed a little. He accepted this and nodded.

"So- how do we know where we're staying?"

"If you know your godly parent is Hermes, probably that cabin over there- there's only one other kid there, but he's pretty cool. So you should get along fine. C'mon, I'll take you over there."

You picked up your things and followed him along the gravel path to the cabin. It had a dark wood-paneled exterior with emerald green window shutters.

As you wandered closer, a loud clattering came from the inside. You leaned up to see if you could look in the windows. Things were being thrown around, and kids were jumping at each other, wrestling, and laughing.

This immediately made you feel at home, all of the chaos made sense to you, and you wondered why they were there.

"I thought you said there was only one other kid? "

The boy shrugged,

"These are the kids who are of godly decent but haven't been claimed at the campfire to get placed properly. Most grow out of the Hermes cabin and into their own to get sorted into their godly parent's cabin. Until then, this is where they stay. Some of them just managed to wobble their way into the camp, maybe ran away from home. But they were able to get in so- clearly weren't human.

They're the only family they have."

This punched you in the gut. You'd always grown up around people with siblings and seemed to make them a part of your family as well, so you were excited to see where this adventure would take you.

Hadrian led you to the door and knocked, louder clangs rang out as many young faces pushed their way to the door, looking through the stained glass window on the front door.

An older boy made his way between the smaller kids, gently pushing them out of the way of the door.

Hadrian spoke up.

"Another blood kid, they're cool so I think you'll get along with them. Also-"

He gently punched you on the arm as he walked away.

"Meet me down by the lake in abiut and hour once you've gotten settled in. There should be a counciler around to come give you a tour."

He walked away, leaving you with the boy on the other side of the door, and he opened it, scooping the children behind it back a couple of inches.

"So. You're my father's other kid huh?"

He grabbed your hand to shake it, his grip firm but his face almost expressionless.

"I'm Jayce. And you are?"

"Oh, I'm (Y/N)"

You offered a polite smile that he shrugged off and he began to walk away. You assumed you needed to follow him, so you did.

"You get top bunk, I don't feel like climbing all the time so, there you go. You can use that dresser for your things, it's empty because I don't have alot of stuff, most of my stuff is in it's own little shed outside of the cabin. Don't ever go into my shed please, that's your only real rule."

You tried to keep up with his instructions and information as he rapid-fire spat it at you. You felt like you were intruding, but then again, you supposed you were new, and he more than likely never expected to have a blood or half-blood sibling.

"The bathroom is just outside the room to the right, and you'll meet all the other kids eventually. They like to wrestle though and will try to jump on you, so be ready for that. Thankfully only one of them bites."

"Wait- which one of them bites??"

You took a double take and spaced out of the listening portion of the conversation. He just looked at you and brandishing a smirk, then as if you'd said nothing, left the room and the cabin.

"Good luck!"

He yelled on his way out. How lovely. He seemed like a basket of roses. Rotten, smelly roses.

You spent the next forty-five minutes unpacking your things into the drawer and sat your writing tools and other little things you'd brought with you under some of your clothes. You weren't sure if any of the kids had sticky hands (like to steal), but know you did when you were younger.

Once everything was packed up, you walked out of the room and decided to find your way down to the lake and see if Hadrian was there.

Besides, it wouldn't hurt to wander around the camp and try to learn where everything was. Thankfully, there were plenty of signs pointing in all directions at each small intersection of the path.

You followed the various signs that gestured to the lake, with silly little waterline squiggly next to the words. Most of the paths were dirt and fallen bark from the looming trees overhead.

Unlike the normal paths that went through the camp, there were grave walkways that led to the different cabins, though each of them seemed to be different kinds of rocks or stones.

Hades Cabin trail was a beautiful pathway of dark browns and black rocks, and you couldn't help but snag one of them.

Aphroditey's trail was filled with rose quarts and white rocks that brought out the soft pinks of the crystals, which you also nabbed one of.

You fidgeted with the rocks in your pocket and could see the lake coming into view between the tall trees, taking a small sigh of relief that you hadn't gotten lost.

Which would've been embarrassing considering what felt like hundreds of signs that practically held your hand and led you to the water's edge.

As you reached the dirt path next to the lake, you saw a cabin that overlapped the water next to a dock.

It was devoid of life, but filled with outstanding blues and the trail leading to it was full of river stones that were built into a small bridge, gently dusted over with sand.

Your curiosity piqued and drew you closer and closer to the massive building and then to the door. It was an open entryway, the many carvings in the wood filled with mermaids and fish alike. Clearly, this was Posiden's cabin.

It came in close second to the beauty of Hades's cabin, bonus points for being by the water.

You knocked only to hear the soft echo of your hand on the hollow wood, and no one answered. You stepped in and your heart lightly jumped in your chest as you heard a voice behind you.

"I see you've found Posidens cabin."

A voice interrupted the silence behind you, and you turned to see a beautiful centarian woman, a horse from the hips down, and a woman from the waist up.

Her horse half was jet black with white tufts at her ankles and was at least ten hands high alone without her top half. Her tail was the same jet black, flickering back and forth as she studied you.

She wore a chest wrap of some kind, a darker, possibly leather material that squeezed her chest to support it.

Her skin shone olive in the sun; and her deep, chestnut brown hair fell to her waist. The curls fell perfectly over her shoulders.

"Are you going to introduce yourself?"

You blinked and realized you'd likely been staring harder than was polite.

"(Y/N), are you a counselor?"

"I own this camp. My name is Lyla."

"Woah, So- is- Did posiden not have any kids? That doesn't seem very likely.."

She raised an eyebrow at you, making you almost regret the question and questioning your intelligence. It was the look of a mother who asked 'if I was seriously asking a question like that.'

"Our camp might be protected by magic, but we can't just sense if a magical child has been born. We have investigators and in each state who determan if there are any odities that travel and pay very close attention. Or, If a parent has knowledge or suspicions of a godly child, they are able to contact us via the gods themselves or a little bit of internet digging."

"Wait, The gods know about this place too?"

"Of course, That's the smartest option to ensure the children's safety. or if they are needed for any sort of war. Occasionally the parent will feel pitty enough to inform the parent of the camp. Other times, we find them, and send information to the address that is found.

As for Posiden having any children, Yes it is very unlikely that he hasn't, but we haven't found any yet, though there is some suspicion of one being close by, so keep your eyes peeled for a newcomer."

She slipped you a playful wink before you saw her look up over you as if someone was behind you. There was, Hadrian lightly tapped on your shoulder and bounced happily around in front of you.

"Miiiiss Lyla- can I be the one to show the newbie around?"

She smiled a little and waved him off.

"Alright, Just make sure you bring them by the office later so we can assign them a schedule."

He skipped around a bit and made his way back over to you. He clearly loved his legs and used them to be as springy as possible, making you smile uncontrollably.

Lyla walked away at a normal pace to finish her duties wherever she was needed, and the boy stopped in his tracks when he saw your smile. His freckles crinkled with his nose as he smiled, too.

"You uh- have a very nice smile, (Y/N)."

This made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

"And I like the way your nose wrinkles when you smile."

You spent the rest of the day being shown around the entire camp, taking mental notes on the layout of everything. You’ve always had an excellent memory, particularly when it comes to remembering the layout of places. So, after one or two long walks, you felt confident you could recreate a map on paper. You decided it would be wise to do this in case anything unexpected occurred.

You didn't believe it could, considering how protected this place seemed to be, however, you figured you'd be better off safe than sorry.

The last stop on the tour was the office Lyla had asked Hadiran to bring you to. It was one of the largest buildings on the campgrounds, attached to the Dining hall. You only knew because of the giant sign.

This made you laugh softly. Signs everywhere. The blonde turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"What's funny?"

He smiled again, his teeth showing. The gap in his teeth was the cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Just the signs everywhere, It would be almost impossible to get lost, and I'm not sure it's funny but it it really silly and super cool."

"Oh yeah, I think it's for the kids with any disabilities that might cause them to forget. I've never thought about it enough to ask but if I were to make an assumption, that would be it."

You hadn't thought about it, but you didn't consider that godly children could be disabled. Considering how many gods there were in the Pantheon, and they were half-human, there would be a chance.

"That's super smart and I bet those kids find it helpful."

Both of you made your way through the building, finding the counselor who would handle your schedule. It was organized by last name, corresponding with a set of last name letters to handle.

"Hello! You must be new. Im Mr. Evans. I'm assuming you have a last name that's (Letter- Letter)?"

"Yes, My name is (Y/N)"

He looked over the list on the clipboard in front of him, putting a mark next to your name and pulling a paper out of his desk drawer after sifting through some files. He handed you a slip of paper with a list of times and your schedule.

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8:00-9:00 Breakfast – Cabin Inspection

9:00-10:30 Ancient Greek

10:30-11:00 Chores*

11:00-12:00 Battle Training

12:00-12:30 Greek Mythology

12:30-01:30 Lunch

1:30-3:30 Activity*

3:30-5:00 Chores*

5:00-6:00 Free Time

6:00-7:00 Dinner

7:00-9:00 Competition*

9:00-10:00 Campfire

10:00-11:00 Free Time

11:00 Curfew

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Hadrian playfully snatched it out of your hand and left the room you thanked Mr. Evans and walked after the blonde.

"Yes! we have Ancient Greek and Battle training together!"

You rolled your eyes and snatched the paper back, reading over it properly now that you had it back into your grasp.

You could piece together what everything was, wondering where more of the solid curriculum classes were. This was nothing like public school, as you'd already figured out via the children of hots and sword fights just inside of the camp.

The blonde gently held your hand and led you out to the office.

"Here, I'll lead you back to your cabin, and you can get ready for dinner by the camp fire."

When he held your hand, a soft shade of red pinged in your cheeks, heat flooding your face. His hands were so soft and smelled like coconut.

You gripped his hand tightly as he led you back to your cabin. Between the tall trees, you could see the sunset bouncing off the lake, the most beautiful melted mosaic of oranges, pinks, and stunning reds.

Once you'd arrived at your cabin, Hadrian smiled at you and gently rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

"Hey, so- tomorrow theres this uh- party that my cabin is hosting and I'd really like it if you came."

He spoke quieter and leaned closer to you.

"There's going to be herbal refreshments along with drinks…"

"Yeah, It sounds like fun. I've never been to a party before so It could be fun.."

His eyes lit up and he let go of your hand, bouncing around excitedly.

"Awesome, I'll come back to pick you up and take you to the campfire in twenty minutes."

He pranced off, jumping from hoof to hoof and you laughed to yourself before walking inside and to the back into your shared room. Jayce was nowhere to be found, so you decided to write your dad while you had a little bit of free time. You talked about your day and all of the things you'd seen and discovered. You even told him about your strange schedule.

Once you had sealed the letter and folded it into itself, you daydreamed about your home, and your dad probably tired and driving on his way home. You imagined what would happen if you could just speak to him through telepathic waves.

Why couldn't that be one of your powers? But you settled for the letter and looked down to find it shriveling to ash in your hands.

You panicked and fumbled with the ashes and pondered.

Just then, you heard a ping from your phone, which was supposed to be unusable. You dug around in your drawer to see a text from your father.

"Hey kid, I know you won't see this, but the weirdest thing just happened to me. I found a letter that it looks like you wrote in my passenger seat, it almost set my seat on fire, there's a burn mark now. I thought maybe you'd left it in here, but it's about your day. Seems like a cool power, huh? Can't wait to talk to you normally ish again."

You laughed and danced around in excitement, your phone showed no bars but you were still able to receive a text.

You send him one message at first.

"Test?"

And heard another ping.

"Yo kiddo! I thought phones didn't work?"

"I thought they didn't either. Looks like mine does, though. I'll probably just use it for pictures and maybe a text here and there though, don't want to dampen my experience."

"So, how about that burning letter huh?"

"I'm not sure what that's about. Maybe since Hermes is the messenger god? Would make sense. I gotta go though, dinner is happening soon and there's a campfire. I'll see if I can get a picture with my new friend"

"Alright, kiddo, have fun. Put my messages on mute, I might tell you about my day and you can check it at night."

"Alright talk to you later."

You slipped your phone into your back, jean Pocket, and walked to the cabin's front door.

You tripped over a small child who was lying on the ground and screamed on your way down to the wood floor.

Then you felt a surging pain strike your arm.

"Shit!"

You cried out, only to look down and see a small brunette child with their teeth sunk into your arm.

He let go after a second and laughed. Running off to one of the other rooms, all of them full of bunkbeds like your own.

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your arm, wondering if it would get infected.

You stepped outside, and Hadrian popped out from behind a wall, scaring you. You screamed and punched him in the arm on reflex.

"Ow! Jeez… I was trying to be funny. Anyway, I came to lead you to the campfire. Well- after we grab food from the dining hall."

You thought for a moment before speaking.

"So what's the point of the campfire? Does it get super cold out here or something?"

He laughed and shook his head.

"No, We give offerings to the gods. It's not enough that they're all powerful, they want to feel appreciated."

"for what- The gift of childhood abandonment issues?"

You raised your eyebrow and laughed a little. The ego of the gods wasn't shocking, but it was funny. Hadrian laughed at your statement and acknowledged it with a slight, momentary head tilt.

"Yeah- sounds about right."

Once the two of you arrived at the dining hall and picked out everything you'd wanted, the satyr led you to a huge bonfire. It must've been the size of a master bedroom.

It had to be and seemed to grow even bigger as you stepped closer, towering over you and the rows of split logs that the kids lined. This reminded you of home, bonfires with your dad, smoking stolen joints by yourself in front of the flames as the smoke filled your nostrils.

God damn it, you missed weed.

You sat your phone down in your spot, picked a seat directly in front of the fire, then walked up and looked at Hadrian for guidance on how much of your food went into the fire. He scraped a relatively small portion and gently flicked it into the fire, seemingly scared a flame would snatch him up if he dared to step any closer.

This made you giggle and you scraped your food into the fire and sat back down where your phone was, slipping it back into one of your pockets.

"Why do you have your phone? I thought they didn't work."

"Mine does, and besides, even if they 'didn't work' I'd still like to take pictures. For example-"

You held up your phone and leaned on his shoulder long enough to snap a quick picture. His face turned reddish purple, and he froze up lightly, his expression now caught on camera forever.

You looked over the picture and smiled.

"you're cute when you blush"

You mocked him softly under your breath, and as he heard it, his ears turned down slightly in embarrassment.

"Shut up-"

You chuckled and the both of you enjoyed your dinner. You kept sneaking peaks at Hadrien to see his cheeks still dark as he likely replayed those moments over again in his head.

Once dinner was done, he walked you back to your cabin. As you two were walking, his hand softly bumped into you, then carefully slipped into yours.

First, your pinkies gently touched, sending a shiver up through your arm as he carefully linked his pinky with yours. Throughout the walk, your hands slipped together and gripped tightly.

He stood with you by your door and ran his thumb over your hand. The memory struck you and you snapped out of your romantic daze.

"So- when is the party tomorrow?"

"Oh- It's really early in the morning so- it's almost tonight. you're going to want to rest beforehand definately."

He laughed nervously.

"So- what time?"

"Oh- 2 Am."

This struck you as odd, but you figured it wouldn't hurt too bad. You'd just take a nap and set an alarm on your phone. You gently snuck a kiss on the cheek from the other and disappeared behind the cabin door.

"See you then-"

you ran to your room, now checking to make sure you didn't step on the teeth trap that was on the ground previously climbed up the bunk letter, and threw yourself into your bed, giggling softly.

At first, you thought it was just the initial butterflies of a crush until you felt your hands slipping between your legs to free yourself from your pants, and then to your underwear.

Your mind slipped into a soft fuzzy imaginative world, Hadrian slipping his hand down the front of your underwear and gently rubbing from your genitals to your hole, back and forth to grant you more stimulation.

You rubbed yourself in your beloved satyr's place, gasping quietly as you felt yourself leaking cum already. You'd never touched yourself thinking of anyone before him, but now all you could think about was his soft, coconut-scented hands groping and playing with you.

You thought of his lips and tongue venturing over your sensitive neck, then down to your shoulder and back up to just behind your ear. One of his hands slipped around your neck, squeezing softly. This pushed you further and further into your fantasy.

Hadrian rubbed you faster, teasing your throbbing, desperate hole which was now wet from your cum. His warm breath was against your neck as his blonde curls rested against your cheek.

You imagined him keeping hold of your throat and pulling you back to look at him, into his beautiful bright green eyes staring into yours with desperation, seemingly needing your pleasure to get off himself.

You could almost feel his boner against your back as he touched you, you could sense your orgasm pooling in your stomach, traveling through your groin and spinning in all of the right places.

Hadrian's lips crashed into yours a couple of times until you were breathing against each other's mouths needily. He moved between your legs and lubricated his fingers with your wetness before saving two of them into your hole.

You were now using both of your hands to please yourself, lying on your back and panting like a dog in heat. You fingered yourself with one hand, the other rubbing yourself vigorously, until finally,y the sweet release overtook you, you came harshly, and your cum coated your stomach and thighs as you rode out your orgasm.

After the fireworks, your vision was blurry for a second. You took a moment to catch your breath before cleaning yourself and everything else up.

(Keep going there's more porn <3)

You used your tee shirt from the day to wipe away the mess, then checked the time on your phone. It was already one AM? How long have you been distracted? Nonetheless, you needed to get ready.

You changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a different teeshirt that lightly hugged your body. You quickly applied deodorant and cologne with a spritz of a citrus perfume that complimented the other smells.

You decided to go ahead and head out, grabbing your phone and once again tucking it into one of your pockets and leaving the room. Everyone else was asleep, and Jayce was still nowhere to be seen. You found this weird but figured he was possibly exploring himself as you were but with more privacy- lucky shed-having bastard.

You tried to remember which godly parent was Hadrian's, then associated the partying with Dyonisis, and began walking in the direction of his cabin, figuring you could meet him there or on the way to yours.

Once you arrived at the cabin, which was relatively large and tent-shaped, you wondered how you would alert the people you were there. You didn't see anywhere to knock and were nervous about just barging in. Thankfully, Hadiran ducked out of the tent carefully with two drinks in hand.

His eyes lit up and he pushed one of the cups into your hand.

"Hey! you're early, I was just on my way to come get you. Come on in."

You took a sip and immediately caught the taste of vodka and- maybe Sprite or some sort of off-brand, clear, citrus soda. This however was very tasty and you made sure to drink slow, but still drank it fast enough to show interest in the alcohol.

Hadrian gently held the tent flap open to let you slip under, and once he entered and it closed behind you, you realized how well-insulated the tent was. This shocked you, only because you'd assumed the tent would be almost blowing over in the wind or chilly or cool from the night air, but it was a relatively cool temperature. As you looked around, there were wooden beams, floors, and supports all around the large structure holding it upright.

There were large, circular couches and conversation pits, all of them covered with fluffy pillows and blankets. The fabric for the couches was a multicolored fabric that would look tacky anywhere else but here. There was a fireplace in front of one of the conversation pits, and many different kinds of furniture spread all over.

You couldn't help but notice the odd shapes of some of the leather furniture, imagining people just like to lay on it and sit in strange ways.

There weren't that many people, but in the opposite area of the fireplace-having a conversation pit was a large semi-circle couch with a beautiful sun-themed rug beneath it.

The people who graced the fabric all seemed to be glowing, all of their skin, no matter what color, having a soft hue of pink littered around their bodies.

"Where do you want to sit?"

The satyr beamed and walked around you, surveying the tent. You gestured to the glowing individuals.

"They look like nice people."

"Well, nice is one way tto put it. they're the children of aphrodite, so- I think we'd better go with 'Crazily flirrty and horny beyond all reason.' "

You laughed and said out loud, which you hadn't meant to sound so eager.

"Sounds like fun- Let's go-"

you dragged Hadrian over to the group and pointed at a spot next to them.

"Hi! Do you mind if we sit with you guys?"

Hadrian stood shyly behind you and the group looked at each other, exchanging smiles as they took in both of your features. A man who, in the light, you could now see was glittery as well as beautiful said,

"Of course, please.. come sit in the middle. We'd all love to get to know you"

You excitedly took your seat and pulled your satyr friend to sit with you.

Within the hour, more and more people showed up to the party and many brought drugs, weed, alcohol, and other fun refreshments. By this time you were halfway through your cup and it seemed to keep refilling.

Soon enough, a bong was being passed along the couch you were sitting on with your new friends, and after a few hits, you began to lean a little against the taller, olive-skinned man who'd invited you to the group.

He smiled down at you with his pink-dusted cheeks and slipped his arm around you.

"Did you notice it's getting alittle warm in here?"

He cooed at you softly.

"Oh- kind-of. I thought it was just because I was high."

Without you noticing, Hadrian had ended up in the lap of a fair-skinned woman, her thick, coily black hair slipping down her shoulders and hips. She was gently massaging his groin until his erection lightly poked out of his slit.

"What's your name- mysterious stranger?"

You giggled softly and he pulled you into his lap to straddle his lap. His bulge rested lightly against your privates in a delightful, comfortable way.

"My name is Eliza, and i have a fun little fact for you, pet. When the children of Aphrodite sweat, our skin releases pharamones basen on our emotions. Right now- Im feeling- very turned on by you…"

The boldness of his words brought a hue of red to your cheeks, and you began lightly grinding against him without much control over your own body. Your hands slipped up over his chest and to his curly, chestnut brown hair.

He groaned and wrapped his arms around you, moving his hips with yours.

Hadrian grew more erect as he watched your interactions with the other, the girl who pleased him whispering teases into his ear, lightly mocking him for enjoying watching you get off from another person.

The other people surrounding you took to each other, kissing and groping desperately for one another.

At some point, your and everyone else clothes had been discarded onto the floor by the couch. Eliza held your hips and adjusted his leaking shaft against your hole, pressing lightly against it. His length slipped in easily as you'd been working your fingers in it earlier that night.

The dark-haired woman had bent over facing you and your current fuck buddy, her ass in the air as Hadrian pushed himself into her. He imagined it was you, pretending her warmth was yours enveloping him as he slipped in.

You looked over at him, watching as he stared at you hungrily.

As the two of you watched each other, you found yourself right on the edge of orgasm, Eliza slamming lightly into what felt like your guts as he moved.

Your moans were uncontrollable and loud enough that a few people moved to your space just to watch the show.

Your hole clenched tightly around the dark-haired man's shaft, and he leaned foward and groaned to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and ground into you desperately.

You screamed out as you came, the spark seemed stronger than when you were touching yourself alone. Eliza whimpered softly as he worked himself over the edge, pulling out as he came on your chest and thighs.

He panted, and you gently rolled off of him, laying your head on his thigh with your legs along the sofa.

You looked down the couch to Hadrian who examined your body and pulled out of the dark-haired woman. He made his way over to you and between your legs and your lips crashed together.

Immediately, hands were groping and touching every inch of the other's body, as if you were digging for his soul through his skin.

He slipped into you and his breath shuddered as he mumbled about how warm you were, his pointed tip pressed gently against your cervix as you wrapped around him, holding him and his knot against your hole.

Both of you began to move your hips, you moving yours faster to encourage Hadiran to speed up.

You slipped your fingers into his blonde curls and gripped them softly.

"Please be rough with me…do bad things to me.."

He was huffing softly as he moved, his thrusting becoming closer to that of a rabid dog. Hadrian slipped his hand up your chest to your throat, gripping softly as he sounded into you.

His tip kept beating up your cervix, there was a threat to fill it, and you wanted him to.

All you could think about was him knotting and filling you. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and sank your nails into his back, and he groaned into your ear as you pulled, almost tearing skin.

He began to whimper as he throbbed against your walls, clearly coming close to orgasm.

"Come in me- Hadrian-knot me.. breed me.."

You grunted softly into his ear and you clenched around his cock.

He gripped your throat even tighter and cut off your air completely calling out your name softly as he thrusted and finally plunged himself as far into you as possible.

He locked his knot in you as he spewed thick, hot cum in what felt like your stomach.

"Yes!!" Fuck!!"

You came harshly over yourself and him both, the other people surrounding you giggled softly.

"You two are adorable together.. I think they'll make it out of the party.. Hey.. do you think we should show them -'THE' room? Goat boy here looks like he would love it."

The others nodded in unison and gestured for us to get up. You barely remembered that a few of the people who were watching you have fun were now helping you bathe.

The area was very well decorated, and many flowers and gold-trimmed porcelain vases were displayed around the elegant, what looked to be a bathhouse.

There was beautiful, intricate marbled flooring.

"We've got to get you two clean just to get you all dirty again-"

A dark-skinned woman with bright purple eyes loomed over you, her thick hair pulled back into a half-up do.

It only felt like moments later, when you were semi-dry and walking down a set of stone spiral stairs. The image of an old-fashioned dungeon popped into your head. You were immediately excited and couldn't stop smiling.

the stairs ended at an old creaking wooden door, and it swung open to reveal what you'd dreamed of.

"This is so- amazing-"

You slurred softly, apparently still a little intoxicated.

"Thank you, we take great pride in keeping it. We all have too much fun with the people here not to."

Eliza picked Hadrian up and pinned him to a leather chair. He elevated it by stepping on a lever, then forcibly strapped The blond's hands to the armrests.

"We're all going to have so much fun-"

The woman who tended to your bath earlier loomed behind you, and you now noticed that she towered over you by at least a foot. She picked you up and strapped you to a table that held your legs open.

You buzzed excitement as she did, happily behaving and letting her do as she pleased to you. She gagged you with a cloth and tied it behind your head.

"We should blood bond the two of you.. That would be so cute. And the sex would one houndred percent be better.."

"That's Narcissa. She's actually from the Hades Cabin."

"Yes- im like pretty boy but I'm much cooler."

She giggled pulled a knife out of her pocket and removed the towel you had covering you. You gasped once as the cold hit your skin and Hadrian turned to look at you, worried about what was happening.

Narcissa held the blade up and chanted something softly, then she began to push her blade into your tender arm flesh, small beads of blood sliding down your skin. She drew a couple of symbols, one of which looked like an H for Harian's name.

She walked over to him and did the same thing to his arm. I hissed at the pain and she gently stroked over my arm, the wound healing over to leave a scar.

She held her hand over the steel blade and fused until the blood flowed away from the blade and circled in the air over the palm of her hand. She chanted something once again and split the small blood wad into two circles, holding both of them over your mouth and Hadrian's.

"Open your mouths,"

she said bluntly. You felt nervous, not wanting to drink it but interested to see where this was going and she gently removed the gag so you could open your mouth. The tiny amount of blood slipped down your throat easily though you could taste a bit of the copper along the lining of your throat.

Hadrian struggled until he saw you participate, and begrudgingly followed suit. He consumed the small sphere of blood and made a face, probably feeling the same thing as you.

"Unbind him."

the woman stated, and Eliza obliged happily, removing the blond's restraints.

"Hadrian, you will be worshiping (Y/N)"

You'd wondered how she came across your name but assumed you must have told her one of the times you'd blacked out.

Eliza lit something and held it up to you. It was a blunt, and you hit it eagerly. You were searching for the falling, fleeting depth of your high. After a few good-sized hits, he stepped to the side and hit it himself. Narcissa carefully led Hadrian between your thighs.

"Kiss, Lick, Suck- worship them. It shouldn't be hard, you look like you want to already."

The blonde immediately took to pressing his lips against your inner thigh, desperately kissing and licking over every inch of your skin that he could access. He squeezed and groped every curve gently kneading you like dough. He murmured compliments as you gasped at the stimulation.

"you're so beautiful.."

"I cant resist you.."

He pinched your nipples softly and licked over them as he rubbed you a little faster. The praise was heavenly, you were already leaking precum.

"I need you more than anything.."

He kissed his way back down between your legs and greeted your bits with his tongue, and he took his time to explore every part of you.

His tongue moved from your hole back up and over your groin and thighs. He kissed along your legs to the tops of your feet then back up the other leg, trialing his kisses over your stomach.

"You're so sweet-"

"you're so warm, (Y/N)"

you squirmed with every kiss, every lick, and every touch at your sensitive part drove you insane. You ached to touch yourself, you wanted to cum in his mouth.

Narciss had moved the gag back into your mouth when you weren't paying much attention.

You did your best to praise Hadrian in return for how well he was doing, and how good he felt. He began to tease you, licking you from the hole to your sensitive (tip/clit).

This made you almost scream past the fabric every time, your thighs quivering and trying to close. Sadly this was very unsuccessful due to the restraints.

Hadrian noticed and reviled in this, now playing with your patience on purpose, his devious little smile peeking over your mound every once in a while as he teased you.

You shot him glares and whined every time he'd push you right to the edge and stop before you were about to burst. Thick cum slipped out of you, begging to finally be released, pleading for any kind of attention that would push it closer and closer to orgasm. You cried out through the fabric in your mouth.

"Please please! Please let me cum!"

He laughed a little and slipped two fingers into your lubricated hole, curling them up slightly as he fingered you. With his tongue he overstimulated you, also using his free hand to rub over and pinch your nipples.

The aggressive attention sent your body into an orgasmic overdrive. After a few seconds, you were violently thrusting your hips against Hadriand's fingers and face.

"I'm cumming! Fuck!!"

"That's it.. come for me- c'mon- if you cum I will… I dont even need to touch myself, you already have me busting at the seams…"

He whined softly, seemingly desperate for somewhere to insert himself.

"Fuck me!"

You shouted against through the gag and he quickly, and desperately obliged, pulling his fingers out and shoving himself in. With one hand he still kept stimulating you, now his tip once again pounding into your cervix. You screamed out loudly as you felt your hole contract and grip him harshly.

You spewed cum all over him once more, making a mess of you, him, and the leather seat beneath the two of you. He cried out as he held your thighs, humping into you happily. His eyes were dazed as he held his hips to yours and filled you with his cum again.

Once his knot was locked, he fell foward onto you and rested there sleepily, and you blacked out during the orgasm, having come significantly harder than you ever have and found yourself finding asleep with Hadrian on your chest.

Hadrien and Eliza were helping you into your door when you woke next. They helped you through the threshold and you looked down to see yourself in new clothes that were too big to be Hadrian's. Elza must've lent you his clothes.

Once you could stand up by yourself, you smiled and bid them good night before making your way back into your room. Across the room, sitting at a desk against the far wall, was Jayce.

Pt 2 can be a fun little thing where (Y/N) Has a little drunken fun with Jayce and we find out he's only (kinda) related to Hermes but still technically counts.

[dabuerre]

man honestly Daniel Jackson is such a bro in "Moebius" haha. i usually dislike these "oh no the universe is changed do to our stupidity" episodes, but these guys are greeaaat lol. especially sammy loool. she is so cute. to be frank she is always cute so.

goddamn mckay keep your fucking hands to yourself my god. where is jack with a p90 when you need him

watching part 2 right now and you know what? alternate danny and sammy are such fucking queens lool

im happy to see jack and sam finally kiss, but its not them :( its a bittersweet moment for me

THERE ARE FISH IN THE POND????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? WHAT ARE THE GREATER LORE IMPLICATIONS FOR THIS?

[singledarkshade]

Always Left Behind

Summary - Returning home after leaving his grandfather with the giant aliens, Daniel is fine.

Author’s Note - @gateathonworks month three, the prompt I chose was Episode Tag.

This is an episode tag to Crystal Skull with spoilers for The Gamekeeper and Forever In A Day.

Hope you enjoy.

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The clang of his feet on the ramp was a relief to Daniel, meaning he was actually solid once more. Reaching the bottom, he was instantly greeted by General Hammond.

“It is good to see you, Dr Jackson,” Hammond said.

Daniel smiled, “It’s good to be seen again.”

Hammond glanced behind him as the Gate shut down, “Where is Dr Ballard?”

“Dr Ballard,” Daniel stated, with a little more brightness than he intended, “Has opted to stay with the giant aliens and learn more about them for us.”

Hammond stared at him in silence.

“He’ll contact us in a few months to give us an update,” Daniel added before noting, “I’m guessing Janet wants me in the infirmary after everything.”

Without another word, Daniel headed out the Gateroom, heading to the infirmary knowing that Hammond was asking Jack what had happened.

~

Jack quickly explained what had happened to on the planet and waited.

“It looks like I now have to report we lost Dr Ballard. That’s a conversation I’m looking forward to,” Hammond frowned before asking, “Dr Jackson is…”

“Being Daniel,” Jack replied, “I’ll catch up with him once the doctor is through with him.”

Hammond nodded, “On that note, all of you should get to the infirmary now. We’ll do a full debriefing later.”

Jack motioned the other two members of his team to head out before he followed, worried about his friend.

But he knew that he would need to hold off on that, especially when he reached the infirmary and found Daniel fast asleep. Janet had him hooked up to multiple machines, ensuring he was fine after his disappearing act.

“Amazingly,” Janet said moving to Jack’s side when he watched his friend sleep, “He’s in good health. A little tired, a little dehydrated but astonishingly in healthy.”

Jack sighed softly, “That’s good to know.”

“He’ll be asleep for a while,” Janet assured him, “Go and get something to eat then rest. I’ll let you know when he’s awake.”

Jack stared down at Daniel’s face, lax in sleep and for once not bothered by bad dreams.

“His grandfather stayed on that planet,” Jack said softly, “Chose the aliens over his own grandson, who he’d just made amends with. I don’t understand it.”

Janet sighed, “I don’t either. I will say though that in Nick I saw a part of where Daniel’s focus on his work comes from.”

“But Daniel wouldn’t abandon those he loves for it,” Jack replied.

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Daniel was in his office when Jack found him after ensuring SG6 were debriefed properly and then meeting the new recruits who were joining them. That was always fun, watching the newbies going from disbelief to astonishment in the space of a few seconds.

“Aren’t you meant to be resting?” Jack asked.

Daniel glanced at him, “Just trying to find a book to take home with me,” he held up his hand and clarified, “A specific book I want to read.”

“How you doing?” Jack tried to be nonchalant.

“Still a little tired,” Daniel explained, “But I’m fine. Just hoping Janet will sign me off on Monday so we can get back to work.”

Jack chewed on his lip for a moment as Daniel moved several books to one side and tried again, “About Nick.”

“What about him?” Daniel asked absently.

“Just thought you might want to…” Jack hesitated because he knew, like him, Daniel didn’t really do conversations about feelings.

“Want to what?” Daniel glanced up.

Rolling his eyes, Jack stated, “Talk about Nick leaving.”

“Jack, I’m not upset by what happened,” Daniel told his friend. He shrugged, “It happens.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jack said.

Daniel tilted his head slightly, “It does to me.”

Nodding when he looked at the book he picked up, Daniel put it in the bag then grabbed his journal sliding it in and turned to Jack.

“I’m heading home before Janet chases me,” Daniel said, “I’ll see you in two days.”

Before Jack could say anything else, Daniel was out the office calling back at Jack to turn the light out when he left.

~

“Well,” Hammond said when Jack finished his version of events after Sam and Teal’c debriefed, “That matches what Dr Jackson told me. How is he, considering his grandfather stayed on the planet?”

“He told me he’s fine,” Jack said, the frown unbidden.

Sam tilted her head thoughtfully, “Isn’t that Daniel-ese for not fine?”

“Usually,” Jack told her, “But when I talked with him, he actually seemed fine.”

The other three stared at him amazed.

“Does anyone have anything else?” Hammond asked, when they all shook their heads, he continued, “Then you have forty-eight hours leave. Dismissed.”

“I would like to visit Ry’ac while we have the time,” Teal’c stated before Hammond left them.

“Of course, Teal’c. Be ready in an hour and we’ll open the Gate for you,” Hammond replied before leaving them alone.

“Tell me you’re not going back to work, Carter,” Jack said sternly.

Sam chuckled, “I’m going to go see my brother. What about you?”

Both Sam and Teal’c stared at him, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m going to check in on Daniel,” Jack assured, “Then I’ll see.”

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Daniel answered the door, looked at Jack before he turned around and walked back into the apartment knowing Jack would follow him.

“I promise I am resting,” Daniel said as he sat on the couch again, “You didn’t have to come check.”

“Well, the doc doesn’t trust you,” Jack smiled.

Daniel rolled his eyes, “If you want some coffee, the pot is fresh. And there’s some pastries as well.”

Jack raised an eyebrow questioningly as he headed to the kitchen.

“I felt like a walk,” Daniel noted at his friend’s unasked question, “Passed the bakery and they smelled so good. After not eating for a few days, I really wanted one.”

Snagging a chocolate and almond croissant, Jack poured himself some coffee before taking a seat across from his friend. They sat in silence while Jack ate, and Daniel continued to read.

“So,” Jack said, after he finished the last few crumbs, “How are you?”

Daniel let out a soft sigh of irritation, “I’m fine. Jack. I am.”

“Even with what happened with Nick?” Jack pushed.

Putting his mug on the table, Daniel looked at his friend, “I’m fine, Jack. I’m not upset. This isn’t the first time Nick has left me.”

Jack winced but didn’t get a chance to say anything as Daniel continued.

“Nick has left multiple times in my life,” he said with a shrug, “I’m always the one left behind.”

“That’s not true,” Jack told him.

Daniel shook his head, “I’m not talking about you, but my parents left.”

“They died, Daniel,” Jack reminded him.

Shrugging Daniel replied, “That time. My parents loved me, I know that. But they weren’t expecting to have a kid so early in their marriage, or possibly at all. I was an accident. And before you ask, I know because I overheard my mom say once that I was the best accidental discovery they made.”

Stunned into silence Jack wasn’t sure what he could say, surprised when Daniel continued.

“They sometimes forgot I wasn’t an adult and there was more than one time that one of the workers had to remind them I was waiting for them. Then they died and Nick left me for his work, doing the same every time he visited which wasn’t that often,” Daniel paused and sighed, “Then Sha’re left me.”

“She didn’t want to leave you, Daniel,” Jack said softly, “You know that.”

Daniel dropped his head back, “I know. But it feels like it sometimes because she spent the last of her energy trying to tell me where her son was, instead of how I could save her. Then we would have found him together. I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help but feel that way sometimes. And now Nick is gone again. But I’m fine, Jack because I’m always the one left behind. I’m used to it now.”

Jack frowned, “Not anymore.”

“Let’s not kid ourselves, Jack,” Daniel stated, “If we survive this, Teal’c will one day return to the Jaffa, while you and Sam are both career military. You’ll be promoted at some point and could be sent anywhere. I’ll be here. There’s nowhere else I can go.”

Jack stared at his friend for several minutes, he knew that no matter what he said Daniel was in one of those moods that needed more than words. Pulling out his keys, Jack unhooked the spare key for the house from it and placed it on the table in front of his friend.

“Am I getting instructions on what you want me to check?” Daniel asked sarcastically before demanding, “Why are you giving me your spare key?”

“It’s not a spare key,” Jack stated, “It’s your key. For now, and no matter where I am, no matter where I live. If I get promoted, which is very unlikely by the way considering me, you will always have a key and a place in my house.”

Daniel stared at the key.

“You won’t be left,” Jack said, “And you’ll always have me there to drive you crazy.”

Chuckling, Daniel took the key and stood. He added it to his own keys with a smile, before turning to Jack.

“I’m hungry,” Daniel said, “Do you feel like lunch?”

“Only if you’re buying,” Jack jumped to his feet.

Shaking his head as he grabbed a jacket, Daniel motioned his friend out, “Why am I buying? It’s not like you worked through the night to find me.”

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Is Leaving Even An Option?

Joel x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Five: Running Away

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My Ao3

Summary: Your days have become one in the same, even with the terrifying reality of death right outside the walls of Jackson. You never thought you’d be in the situation you’ve been stuck in for seven years now, the daily abuse you endure has become an expectation. You take whatever your husband throws at you, literally and figuratively, because you’ve been trained to believe this is normal. But a new man, Joel, moves next door and happens to be friendly towards you, this causes your husband’s anger to worsen. Your mind starts a gruesome war with itself - can you leave him or do you stay until the inevitable happens?

Chapter Summary: Nate is officially out of the picture for good, at least for the last year. A fun night of card games and alcohol causes you and Joel finally to have a chance to maybe spark something new. But you get scared, and what do you do when you get scared? You run away.

Word count: 5.8k

⚠️Warnings: cards against humanity, sexual tension, grinding, fingering, relationship ptsd, feeling confused

I just wanna give a big shout to @chloeangelic she has been an absolute blessing to me, thank you so much for helping me through this process, love you🫂🫶🏼

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The warm summer breeze flows through your hair as you sit on a rocking chair on the wrap-around porch you’ve come to relax on, the sounds of children playing surrounds you, the sun beaming down onto the green yards filled with dandelions in the neighborhood, and you couldn’t be any happier.

Another year has passed by without any problems, you practically live with Joel and Ellie, and you can’t remember the last time you set foot in your old place, too many horrific memories associated with that home. Nate has been gone for months now - he and Daniel got an assignment to go out West a bit more to find different supplies Jackson needs.

All you know is that they’re still alive, based off of radio communications, but in reality, you don’t care anymore, to the point where you have asked Henry, who’s in control of the radio, to stop giving you updates.

You’ve mentally and emotionally moved on from Nate, and he’s more a figment of your imagination by now. You don’t have any more romantic ties to him, which means, you’re back to your normal fun self. Your witty personality takes over the weak one that grew over you like weeds, and it’s pretty funny; you and Ellie are very similar, she’s what you would imagine your daughter to be like. It’s bittersweet.

“Hey darlin’,” Joel greets as he comes out of the house you now share with them, with a glass of lemonade in each hand, “Extra sugar, just how you like it.” He winks at you when you reach out to grab the tall glass, a smile grows on your warm face, “You, Miller, are the best.”

He laughs as he sits down next to you in the other chair with a groan, “I try my best.” You shake your head and take a drink of the freshly squeezed lemonade and your mouth is filled with the perfect mix of sugary sweetness and fresh lemons. You hum from the pure satisfaction that flows through your tastebuds, “Gotta hand it to you, Miller,” you turn your head to look him in the eyes, “This is perfect.”

His eyes gaze from your eyes down to your lips and back again, a soft smile grows on his worn face as he smoothly says, “Anything for you, sugar.” The two of you continue to stare at each other as you both silently drink the delicious yellow drink, just enjoying the beautiful summer weather.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with you both enjoying each other's company, along with the surrounding noise of people outside. However, there’s something different about the way you and Joel are communicating, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

—

“Okay, okay, here we go. What killed the dinosaurs?” Ellie finally gets out after a burst of laughter. Joel and you have started a game night type of thing every Friday with Ellie, Tommy, and Maria, and tonight is Cards Against Humanity.

“AIDS, oh my god,” Ellie chokes, as does the rest of the group playing, but you hear Tommy snicker under his breath. Welp, that’s Tommy’s.

“Bees?” She laughs as she sets the white card down, “I mean, what?” She shakes her head and leans back in her chair, “John Travolta’s right hand… Okayyyy.” A confused look grows on her face as she looks at Joel, but he doesn’t give any hint of whether it's his or not as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

“And finally,” she flips the last white card and immediately looks at you across from her at the dining room table, you try to give her a what are you looking at sort of look, but the wine you’ve been drinking catches up to you as you try to hide your smile that’s just waiting to crack with your hand. You know it’s your card and it’s a doozy, “Old lady, you’re something else,” she shakes her head and reads, “Having no legs, just toes.”

You and Ellie are the only ones who are cracking up, both of you hitting the wooden table and starting to see tears rolling down each other's faces. The rest of the table, however, doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you both do. “That’s the winner!” Ellie hollers as she slides the black card on the table to you, and your hand stops it from flying off the table.

“I win!” You yell with excitement as you put your arms in the air and start to wave them side to side, the red wine Maria brought over giving you a boost of adrenaline and confidence to be who you truly are, and you don’t care if they don’t like it - because this is the girl you’ve wanted to be for decades, the girl who could be what she wanted and didn’t care about what others thought.

“Really? AIDS was so much better!” Tommy playfully argues with Ellie, but Ellie is quick with the rebuttal. “I know but just imagine a T-Rex with its baby arms, and with just toes and no legs!” She breaks out into a fit of laughter before she can even finish her sentence, and it causes the whole table to erupt in laughs.

God, you can’t remember the last time you felt like this - just pure happiness and comfort. It’s so heartwarming to be able to live through this moment during the time of what seems to be the end of the world, along with surviving your shit marriage. You never thought you’d be able to see or even feel this again, it’s beautiful.

After the roaring laughter dies down to a lower volume conversation about whatever Town Hall is planning for this weekend, the sudden touch of Joel’s large warm hand on your skin catches your attention. You take a second to subtly look down and you notice how his hand fits perfectly on your squishy thigh as he softly squeezes your flesh. A shudder crawls up your spine, pure ecstasy surges through your body and, god, yes, you haven’t had this feeling in years, so long you honestly don’t even know how to take care of it.

Your cheeks start to heat up and your breathing gets a bit heavy, the wine definitely not helping to keep this hidden. Without giving it a second thought, you bring your hand on top of his and give a gentle squeeze back to tell him, this is okay. Over the last couple months, the subtle flirting between you and Joel has slowly turned into something that could potentially become serious, but the conversation has never been had between you two, so it’s been a gray area for awhile now.

You’re trying to keep your full attention on Maria who is discussing to the whole table how she’s so sick of having to plan all of the events that go on in Jackson, but let’s be real, you can’t pay her any mind. All your attention is focused on Joel and his gentle touch as he slowly swipes his thumb close to your now arousal covered panties, your stomach doing flips from the anticipation, and even though you continue to nod your head with her complaints, your patience with Maria is running thin.

All you want to do right now is drag Joel upstairs and fuck him like it’s the last and only time you’ll be able to, but that’s not possible at the moment.

Joel must be thinking and feeling the same thing because he then leans into your ear and whispers for only you to hear, “Want me to send them home?” You slightly turn your head, mainly your eyes, and all you do is bite your bottom lip in a smile that’s covered by your hand, as you barely nod your dazed head.

You’re so lost in the fantasy of you and Joel finally being able to end the long-awaited game of flirting, that you’re really not even mentally here as Maria and Tommy do their farewells and Ellie tells you two that she’s gonna head over to Dina’s for the evening. It feels almost like a dream kind of state, you haven’t drank like this in god knows how many years, and you really only had three glasses of wine - but you feel like you drank a whole bottle to yourself, so you’re drunk, basically, but not in a sloppy way, just with newfound confidence.

—

Now it’s only you and Joel, just the two of you alone in this huge house, and anything could happen. As you stand in the living room a few feet away from his muscular build, you slowly make your way to the staircase, and Joel then shuts the big door behind Ellie, then locks it, twice.

Joel turns around to face you, your hand now wrapping around the brown railing that leads to the second floor. He has this smirk on his lips that shows you he’s as riled up as you are.

Feeling a bit of confidence rise in your belly, you sing to him, “Catch me if you can, Miller,” and as you start to run up the hardwood steps, only a second later, you hear him chuckle, ooh just wait, and the sound of his quick feet behind you. Normally this would terrify you, but this is different, you’re not even close to feeling scared, you actually feel excited.

You’re feeling kind of frisky too, so you decide to be a little extra; you reach the door that leads to Joel’s room at the end of the hallway and you quickly spin around to face him as he reaches the top of the steps. You strip off your flannel and undershirt, then slip the flannel back on with only your black lace bra showing. Might as well make this more fun, right?

As he sees you showing off for him, he whistles and slowly struts towards you, “My, my, darlin’,” then gently wraps his fingers around your waist and presses into your plush skin, his bearded face close to your lips, “You sure know how to put on a show.”

You gaze at his eyes, his nose and his jaw, and when you see the way he adores you, a feeling stirs in your core that you can’t place, almost like a sense of hope. But you really don’t have a clue, you can’t place it, and it scares you, but for right now you push it out of sight and out of mind because you really want this. And, well, let’s be honest - you need this.

“I thought you might deserve it,” you purr back to him as you stare into his eyes, the ones that hooked you the first time you met him, and your hand rests on his chest. The next thing you know, you feel his soft lips on yours, the scratch from his beard riling you up even more, making you kiss him back with lust.

His tongue peeks out in search for permission and you eagerly open your mouth for him to lick every inch of you, his hands still on your hips but with a tighter grip, pulling you closer to grind on his hardening cock. Your hands are now grabbing his green flannel on his chest, your fingertips beginning to dig into his broad chest, both of you groaning into each other.

Somehow Joel gets his door open and you almost fall backwards into the warmth of his room, but he’s quick to catch you. “Good catch, Miller,” you chuckle as he brings you back into his chest and you begin to unbutton his shirt as he softly shuts the door behind him. He smiles as he says, “Would never let you fall, darlin’.”

Then, like a light switch flipping on, this overwhelming feeling of needing to be in control takes over, one you’ve never been able to have before in the bedroom, and you’ll be damned if that’s going to continue - this is happening on your terms only.

You swiftly spin your two bodies around, meshed together, your fingers reaching his bottom button, and when you undo it, you slide the flannel off of his shoulders and he lets it drop to the floor. Both of you pause for a moment to take in each other, and you watch his brooding chest rise and fall with his breaths, the drops of sweat that roll down his neck, and you eye his happy trail on his belly. God damn.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, sugar,” he murmurs softly as he lowers his lips to your neck and leaves a trail of kisses up to your pleading lips.

Your hands naturally move back to his chest, applying pressure for him to walk backwards to the queen size bed, his hands moving from your waist down to your jeans as he unbuttons them and rolls the zipper down. The feeling of Joel stopping his moving feet makes you realize that you’ve reached the mattress. “Sit on the bed,” you demand between moans and kisses.

“Yes, ma’am.” You can feel his smile on your plump lips as he leaves one last meaningful kiss, then sits down at the edge of the white comforter covering the bed, his legs spread open for you to stand between.

Even though you haven’t had satisfying sex, or gotten off at all in over ten years, not even by your own devices, the routine of it all has come back, almost like it never left you. You slowly strip yourself of your light washed jeans and discard them somewhere on his carpeted floor. Shit, you hear Joel whistle at the sight of you.

You bring your head back up to meet his gaze and you growl, “Back up to the pillows, take your jeans off first.”

“Gotta say, darlin’-” he starts sliding his jeans off and starts to move to the head of the bed, “I like you in control.”

You smile at his words and think, I do too. The image of him in front of you with his legs spread and his arms folded behind his head, just waiting for you to make your first move, makes you crave him ever more. You start to crawl on the bed towards him, your face is now above his black boxers that show an imprint of his cock.

God damn. You knew he was big, but not that big.

You continue to move up his body, along his belly and his chest, moving in rhythm with each other, and his face, his breathtaking features that you love so much. Your hands come up to wrap around the back of his neck as you sit on your knees on either side of his thighs, and your panty covered folds sit on his throbbing member, his large hands holding your ass as you start to slowly rock back and forth.

You’re so pent up that you could likely orgasm just from this, but you want to feel him fill you up and claim you as his own. No, you want to claim him - make him crumble apart for you, and only you.

The mixture of moans and groans from the both of you echo off of the bedroom walls, neither one of you trying to be quiet, not even the slightest.

“Fuck, sugar, keep doing that,” he groans as he watches the way your hips grind on his cock with such ease.

Your fingers wrap around his soft curls and firmly pull to make him look you in the eyes as you bring your lips to his in a fiery kiss. Your tongues battle for dominance for a moment before he finally gives in to you, the pressure from his fingers digging into the skin of your ass, causing goosebumps to rise all over.

With your right hand, you release the hold of his curls and you bring it down where your two bodies connect as you start to rub slow circles on your aching clit, causing your body to shudder from the motion. Your lips quiver against his and you see that cocky smile appear on his face again, “I gotchu sugar, not going anywhere.” His voice is low as he brings one of his hands down to replace yours, as he moves your panties to the side and starts to swipe through your soaked folds.

Your hips buck from the sensation of Joel’s thick fingers teasing your leaking hole and your throbbing clit, begging for attention. You feel his middle and ring finger slightly push into you, then release and go back to rub a few circles, and back in again. Each time he goes back to your hole, his fingers reach deeper inside you, creating this new feeling inside you.

A string of yes, don’t stop, and right there, roll off of your tongue from his fingers now fully inserted in your pulsating cunt as he continues to pump up and down.

Your head is in his shoulder as your hands have found their place back around his neck, your hips following the flow of Joel’s thick fingers.

“Look at you, pretty girl, sitting so pretty for me,” Joel coos into your ear, his other hand now on your hip as he continues to help your movements.

You start to feel the tightness grow in your lower belly, and you raise your head to look at him, at his beautiful brown eyes, as the overwhelming orgasm rips out of you. Your body stops moving as your mouth hangs open and a strung out moan leaves it, your forehead now resting on his, your eyes still meeting his gaze.

“There you go, let it all go, sugar,” he praises as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and moves both his hands back to rest on your ass with a gentle squeeze.

Your ears are ringing, head feels dizzy, and your breathing is heavy from the intensity of the orgasm Joel has ripped out of you, almost like you’re a virgin again from how quick he pulled it out of you.

“Thank you,” you finally utter out between heavy breaths.

His face curls, “For what?”, and you chuckle as you pull your face away from his and lay your dazed head back onto his shoulder, burying your face in his neck. You softly say with a gentle tug of his silver and brown hair now damp from sweat, “For all this.”

You listen to the pattern of his rapid heartbeat as your head lifts and lowers with his hairy chest as he chuckles, “Oh darlin’, don’t gotta thank me for that.”

You hum in response with a stupid smile, pure pleasure flowing through you from head to toe, becoming so focused on his heartbeat that you don’t even notice how your eyes slowly start to close and your breathing calms down.

“You still there, pretty girl?” Joel asks, his voice causing your ears to vibrate.

Mhmm, you hum quieter than the one before, the scent of sweat, arousal, and the mix of you and Joel fills your nose as you slowly slip into a calming deep sleep.

—

Pancakes - the familiar smell wakes you up. You yawn as your hands come to rub your eyes and your legs stretch out underneath the thin gray sheet that’s covering you. You slowly push your heavy feeling body up so you can sit, and when you do, you realize you’re alone - just you half naked, in Joel’s bedroom.

What time is it? You mumble to yourself as you turn your head to look at his nightstand, eleven-thirty am, not too bad. You’ve got to be at the stables in about an hour, and you wish you had a bit more time to get ready, but oh well.

A sudden soreness shoots from between your legs as you stand up from the bed. That’s right - you and Joel slept together. Or, actually, he just fingered you, but still-

Oh god, you start to genuinely panic, he never got anything in return, he’s gonna be pissed. Even after growing out of your battered self, you are right back in it, that horrified feeling growing in your stomach and mind all over again. Your mind starts to become overwhelmed by the questions you’re asking yourself, questions that shouldn’t even be on your mind.

Why did you do that? How do you end up in these situations all the time? Why couldn’t you just give him a blowjob or something? God, why do you always have to mess it up?

The soft knocking on the door to the hallway startles you, so you quickly grab your jeans on the carpet and spring into the bathroom and quietly shut the door.

“Darlin’?” You hear Joel’s southern voice question into the now empty bedroom. “I’m in the bathroom,” you chirp out as you pull your jeans up and button them.

“Everything okay?” He must’ve heard the tension in your voice, though you tried your best to hide it, unsure of how he feels about last night.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” You respond a bit more defensive than you wanted.

“Was just askin, but I wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready for you downstairs.”

“Thank you, baby, I’ll be down in a minute.”

You hope that you’re convincing enough for him because you just want to be left alone to think for a second. You hear him sigh, alright, sugar, followed by the click of the door shutting, and now it’s your turn to sigh as you stare at your reflection in the long mirror in front of you.

Your PTSD brain has kicked into full gear, realizing that this is exactly how it started with Nate. Your first time with him was all focused on you, and he said it was okay at the time, and even made breakfast, pancakes, just for you the next morning. But then, the next time you wanted to have sex, he had no regard for you at all - you became his personal rag doll, for him to please himself whenever, however he wanted.

It’s starting to become a sick, repetitive cycle that for some reason just keeps happening to you. Your hands grip the granite counter and you start to rock back and forth, how could you be so stupid? You bend your knees and put your forehead on the edge of the counter next to your hands and you start to cry and cry.

—

You eat breakfast in silence, and even though Joel and Ellie keep trying to engage you in their conversation, you just stare at your plate and try to eat whatever your stomach allows.

After about ten minutes of mindlessly playing with your pancakes and not paying any mind to the conversation the other two were having, you abruptly stand up and gently put your dishes on the counter next to the sink.

“I’m heading next door to grab a couple things, then I’m going to the stables,” you say flatly, and before either one of them can say anything back to you, you’re out the kitchen, through the living room, snagging your bow and arrows that are hanging up, and heading out the front door.

I gotta get out of here.

You enter your old home and you're on autopilot again, your feelings turned off, thinking you’d be hyperventilating if you set foot in here again, but now, you’re not you anymore.

After making sure you locked the door behind you, so no one can barge in asking any questions, especially Joel, you run upstairs to your bedroom you once dreaded walking into. As you push the still broken door open, and you’re not shocked to see it’s in the exact same disaster the night you escaped. He’s such a pig, hasn’t cleaned up in over a year.

You take a deep breath in and out through your nose as you walk in and go immediately to your closet, then grab your dark blue travel backpack you had while you were on your own, and you start to fill the bottom with random clothes that are on your closet floor.

After you feel like you’ve packed enough, you head back downstairs to the kitchen and you start to raid whatever is left in the cupboards, finding cans of random foods that you stuff into the bag.

Lastly, you speed walk over to the front hallway closet and as you swing it open to grab the warm blanket on the top self when you hear rapid knocking and you freeze.

“Please, let me in darlin’.”

Knew it, you mumble as you shove the blanket in the top of the bag and zip it up, you then softly close the closet door and tiptoe to the kitchen, still out of sight of the front door, but another round of knocks happen and they’re louder, followed by the sound of Joel pleading your name, “I just wanna talk.”

You stop at the sound of your name flowing out his mouth with such concern and perfect ease, almost like your name was meant to roll off of his tongue, but you shake those feelings away. You continue to sneakily go out the backdoor, so you don’t have to confront Joel. You just can’t handle it, you know it would be your last straw.

After you shut the backdoor, with your backpack on along with your bow and arrow holder, you sprint between yards to the shortcut path to reach the stables, gotta grab Dougie, your horse you named after your father who passed three years before your mom got with Roy.

—

You sneak past the grocery store, not wanting to be seen by anyone who might ask questions about you having your backpack. You’re still on autopilot at this point, you just want to escape from the suffocating feeling of Jackson and its residents, needing time to really think about what’s going on with yourself.

It’s a little bit past twelve-thirty so Main Street isn’t too busy, most people out doing their jobs or going to the Tipsy Bison or Kenny’s Burgers for their lunch break. Now is the perfect time for you to jump the fence on the other side of the stables and grab Dougie, which you achieve with no problems, thank god.

However, your next difficult task is to come up with an excuse to let Vince, who’s in charge of letting people come in and go out of Jackson, to let you out of here with limited questions.

You’re on a time limit because at any given moment, Joel or Ellie will be here knocking on the barn doors, or they’ll do what you did and hop the fence to get in, and you wouldn’t be shocked if they did, because you know they care about you. So you quickly run over to your beautiful dark brown horse, who huffs as you pet his long face. Hi dad, you sigh, we’re gonna go on a little trip okay?

You unhook his reins and walk him over to the fenced in area, then open up the wooden gate and lead him out as you shut the gate to make it seem like nothing has changed. You finally mount Dougie and do a slight pull on the brown leather rein to tell him it’s time you go, just say Tommy’s okay with this and that Joel is coming after you later.

Thankfully the stables aren’t too far from the massive gate separating the infected from the living so you’re there in seconds, and just like you expected, Vince starts asking questions, but with genuine concern on why you’re going out.

“I’m just going out for a bit, want to take Dougie out for a ride,” you yell up to him as you put your hand above your eyes to shield the gleaming sun.

“By yourself?”

“Tommy is cool with it, and Joel will be coming after me later. I’ll be okay, Vince, I promise.” You nod and smile trying to convince him that this is okay.

He hesitates for a second, your anxiety starting to affect your limbs, your legs slightly shaking in the stirrups. You’re biting your bottom lip and your hands are starting to become clammy and sweaty. Vince, c’monnn.

“I’ll be back with Joel in a couple hours.” You yell at one last attempt to make him open the gates.

“Um, okay. Just … Please be safe by yourself.” He forces a smile, “Open Her Up!” He yells to the guy across from him.

“Thank you, Vince!” You yell up to him as you blow up a kiss to him, and just like that, you and Dougie are off on your own, running into the beautiful wooded land, with no real plan on what you’re doing out here.

—

You’ve been gone for just under a month, after you left Jackson, Dougie took off with you into the woods for a couple miles without stopping until you inevitably had to because the sun went down. You stopped and stayed one night at the same Motel 6 that Nate and Tommy found you in decades ago, and the next day you and Dougie went another couple miles until you found this beautiful little cabin surrounded by dandelions flooding the massive yard in front.

It was perfect for what you needed, a quiet and secluded spot for you to really explore and understand your mind and your emotions.

The two days you had been out, you only ran into just around a dozen runners and clickers, which was a piece of cake for you, and in all honesty, it was therapeutic to be able to really be you for a change.

You haven’t been outside in the real world in years and a part of you deeply misses the independence you once had, along with the constant feeling of accomplishment you received from taking down infected, or people if necessary.

The sun is just beginning to set, the sky a beautiful dark orange with a hint of bright pink hue that meshes perfectly together, and you’re sitting on the front porch on the singular brown rocking chair, ironically all very similar to yours in Jackson. You have a glass of lemonade in your hand as you gaze at the sky, and somehow, the drink is not as good as when Joel makes it for you. What is his secret?

This getaway was supposed to be healing for you, and it really has been overall, however, there’s a piece of your heart that deeply misses Ellie and Joel. This was supposed to be a way for you to make a decision as to whether Joel is exactly like Nate, with the manipulation tactics, or if he’s actually nothing like him.

Your brain knows that Joel is nothing like Nate, the complete opposite actually, however even after a year of excluding Nate as a person, you’re still in fight or flight mode. You are simply not as healed as you thought you were, and that’s okay, but you gotta find something to help you cope through it, you can’t just push it to the back burner.

You glance over to your right and you see Dougie grazing on some tall grass just a about a yard away from you, a soft smile warming your face as you stare at his beautiful brown hair and watch how he peacefully eats without a worry in the world - you wish that could be you, just a horse grazing without a care in the world, what a life.

You sigh as you bring your attention back to the summer sunset, the sound of crickets and birds chirping rings through your ears. You inhale and the smell of fresh flowers and the warm summer air overtake your senses, you lean back in the chair and bring your feet up on the seat as it slowly rocks your body back and forth.

The glass of tasteless lemonade sits on the small round wooden table in front of you and you stare at it, the condensation on the outside of the tall glass pools down around the bottom and creates a dark ring on the table. Why couldn’t you just stay with Joel?

As you continue to stare at the glass, a shadow starts to appear on the other side, you quickly stand up and grab your bow and arrow that’s on the floor next to you. Without any hesitation you grab an arrow and draw your bow back, the string taught against your cheek as you aim the slim arrow at the person riding a lighter brown horse, no way, you think.

The person riding this beautiful horse is about twenty-five feet away from you now, and as you try to make out the face of this mystery man, it finally registers, Joel.

This sense of relief overtakes your body, you drop your bow right at your feet and you stand there in absolute shock, how the hell did he find you all the way out here?

“Joel,” you gasp as hot tears roll down your face.

Before you know it, you watch as Joel jumps off his horse and runs to you, when he finally reaches your shaking body he wraps his large hands around your torso and picks you up like a feather, and he spins you around.

Oh my pretty girl, babygirl, I thought I lost you forever, and what are you doing all the way out here? Spews out of Joel’s mouth, you latch your arms and legs around his thick body as you continue to sob into his neck.

“I’m so sorry.” You repeat over and over.

Shhh, it’s okay, baby girl, he softly repeats back to you, I gotchu now.

The two of you hold onto each other like that for a long time. You don’t know why you ever left Jackson, you don’t know why you left Ellie, and finally, you have no idea why you left Joel. All you do know is that you’ll never leave Joel ever again. Not by your own choice, anyway.

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[brigitoshaughnessy]

thanks for the tag @elenath9, @agent-troi and @stargatesg-1obsessed! Also, sorry I'm horribly late, but... 10 is a big commitment, and real life has been bananas. Because of that, I've been in a writing lull and hoping this will jump start my creativity. Hard to be creative when you're tired.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

A Lot More Fun I was 16 when I got my first car. It wasn’t much to look at, but then again, neither was I at 16. My hair was too short, I had a new pimple every other week, and the Army hadn’t seen fit to give me most of my muscles yet to go along with my latest growth spurt. I had a great time putting that car back together and turning it into something that would actually drive from home to the drive-in 20 miles away in the next town over. I had an even better time once it was finished, and Allison Sheridan agreed to get into it with me. 

You Haven't Said 'No' Actually, when Pete took me to the house, I panicked. I’ve never lived with a guy before. Maybe it should be easy, but there are a lot of things in my space that I like a certain way. Some of it’s organized. Some of it’s organized chaos, but it’s all mine. And in that moment I knew that I couldn’t mix my chaos with his. I didn’t want to. The only chaos I was interested in incorporating into my life was Jack’s. 

Something Other Than Quarks “Sir, I need your help,” an exasperated Carter told Jack as she hit the stop button on the elevator. She had a desperate gleam in her blue eyes, and Jack was beginning to think she may be a bit touched.  “You all right? What’s going on?”  “I’m fine, but I need your help.”  “What’s with the dramatics?” he asked, pointing toward the emergency stop button that she had just smacked before backing herself into the corner and accosting him with her yet unspoken request.  “I really need your help.”  “Well, spill it. I’m sure whatever it is, we can figure it out.”  “Marry me.” 

Milk and Cookies (With distance between me and this story, the title grosses me out now) It had been a couple of days since Jack had woken up alone in bed. The rumpled white pillow next to his gave it away. Looking over his shoulder toward the bathroom door, he checked for Sam, but the bathroom was dark.   The clock read oh-two-hundred-ish. It was Christmas morning, but just barely. Pulling himself out of bed in his sweats and undershirt, Jack dragged himself to the bedroom door and down the stairs.  The kitchen light was on, and he could smell something sweet. It wasn’t Sam this time.  In her pajamas and sock feet, Sam turned, pulling a finger from between her lips as she did. The spoon in her hand had some kind of food on it, presumably. 

Hope in a Side Pocket It was a silly thing really, but still, Daniel packed it religiously into his pack on every mission. A clay cup, carefully decorated and glazed, intended to be treasured, but he traced his finger down the side where the evidence still left its mark. 

When the Hammer Falls “Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c called to him from ladder behind him, and Daniel turned his head, diverting his attention from the stars and toward his friend. Sitting on the ground at the top of this emergency exit on top of Cheyenne Mountain had become one of Daniel’s favorite night time activities during the past several months, and he was especially in need of it tonight. 

Mistaken Identity “Hey,” Jack barked from where he hung off of the door frame of Sam’s lab decked out in his Class A uniform.  “Ja—” Sam began before catching her own mistake. Jack ambled in, dropping his cap on the workbench. “General. I didn’t know you were in town.”  “‘Jack’ is fine, and Landry needed a little hand-holding. Couldn’t find the stapler.”  “That's probably because you took it with you to Washington,” Sam reminded him with a conspiratorial grin.  “Would you," Jack looked around behind him and down the hall before hitting the switch to shut the door behind him. “Keep your voice down about the stapler, would ya?” 

Woman Trouble “Whatcha doin’?” Jack asked when he plunked himself down across the table from a solitary Carter in the commissary. With everything that had been going on since he took over the base, Jack hadn’t had enough time to bug his favorite astrophysicist, and lunch seemed like as good an opportunity as any other, even if he did have a stack of useless forms to sign on his desk. Working through lunch was becoming a filthy habit. 

The Others “Samantha!” Jack called out to her in vain from the ramp of the Stargate. Damn that stubborn woman, he thought as an orange flash and smoke filled the briefing room above. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to come with him to the Beta Site. They needed her. He needed her. He was running out of time, and he might miss his window of opportunity, but did that really matter? He didn’t want to go if it was without her.  Running at top speed from the gate up the stairs, he ducked low to stay under the smoke. She lay on the floor near the door, the grenade having put all of them on the ground. 

A Good Sniff “Last one,” Jack told her, setting his box on top of the stack.  “Thanks, I just didn’t trust the movers with this stuff. You know how they are.” Sam’s PCS was tomorrow. She was officially heading R&D at Area 51, and tonight was the last night that she would be under his command. They both knew it, of course, but neither one of them had mentioned it. 

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[galvanizedfriend]

do you recommend watching The Originals?

Nonnie, you're out with the tough questions 😂

I've been here thinking about this for a few minutes. The answer is... depends? lol I know some people who really like The Originals, so it's hard to say that you should or shouldn't watch it. It really depends on what kind of thing you're looking for and where do you draw a line.

Personally, I have a lot of issues with TO lol And back when it was still airing and I was watching it as the episodes came out, I abandoned it halfway through S3 because I got to a point where the very far and few good parts were no longer making it worth my while. A lot of people think S3 is the best season, I think it's by far the worst one lol So you see how it really depends.

But I do like it that I watched it in end, even though it took me a few years. It gives me authority that I know exactly what I'm talking about when I shit talk it lol also whenever people who can't stand the show have a canon-related question, they come to me because I watched it some 200 times so other people don't have to suffer through it, and I think that's beautiful 😂😂

Here's a simple pros vs cons list *in my opinion*: Pros: it's more Mikaelson screen time, so there's that. That are some plot lines that had potential, although almost none of them are well executed. Seasons 1 and 2 are actually kind of ok. S3 and 4 Klaus hair is 🤌🤌🤌 The WILD CURLS ERA! I'm a simple girl, you give me Klaus in tight Henley shirts with curly curls, I'm in. There are some great family moments scattered throughout the seasons, some really cool scenes that make you think 'wow, this could've been a great show' (right before you get pissed off that it wasn't). Daniel Sharman's Kol is, IMHO, the superior Kol (I don't like Nate Buzz's acting). Jomo really delivers as Klaus regardless the whole bullshittery around him and gets some great chances to just be a little shit, which I love. There are some great Klaroline moments (and not just in S5). And in spite of my overall feelings for TO, one of my favorite all-time TVDverse characters is from there: Vincent Griffith. I love him to bits. I also really like Marcel, even though he becomes a glorified extra after S1, and Jackson. Also, if you're really into werewolves, this is really the show where they get any screen time. I'm not saying it's good, but at least it's there (and no, Klaus never turns into a wolf, it makes no sense).

Cons: Really bad, inconsistent writing. Some seasons have storylines that just die out of nowhere for no reason (*cough*season 3*cough*). The whole premise of the show is insane (there was absolutely no need for Hope when Marcel is right there). The crossovers with TVD are very poorly done and very glaring opportunities go unexplored (like at the end of S1). Rebekah drops out pretty soon into the show. Elijah changes personality at least once every season to the point where, by the end of the show, they just retcon him completely. The finale is RIDICULOUS. Season 4 was written by someone on a wild acid trip, season 5 is really not worth your time AT ALL (except for the Klaroline moments). Female characters are very badly treated (pretty standard in the TVDverse, but anyway). Klamille is a thing, although, as with everything else, it's so badly done it's only marginally there. There are a lot of retcons and rewritings of the show's own mythology, which is annoying. And it's just... Bad. I don't know what to say, it just never lived up to the hype of what a show about the Original family could've been or what TVD had been at its peak. It's never, ever even remotely as good as TVD was around S2-3, not even at its best moments.

Those are my personal opinions, anyway. I'm sure others might feel different, but each to their own. It's really about you considering whether or not that's something you might enjoy or if it will at least be worth your time. Maybe start it and see how you feel? Worst case scenario, at least you get to see more of Klaus prancing around New Orleans.

Also, the first episode of TO is different from the backdoor pilot in TVD. That's more of a Klaus POV one, while the one in TO is more an Elijah POV.

hope my TED Talk helps you! 😂