#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

[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.

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[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."

[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.

[911coded]

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?

[smok3r7]

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.

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“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.

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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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[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! 😂

[pedrotonin]

B R I N G T H E W H I S K E Y

Summary: Joel catches you stealing from his brother. He ensures the punishment fits the crime.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Minors DNI! 18+ Joel is not a nice person. Smut.

Word count: 1200+

You arrived at Jackson only a few days ago. A group of men on horses scared the living shit out of you while you were hunting for some much needed food. You tried to hide, but they found you, or rather their dog did. It growled and barked, and you had no choice but to show yourself. They'd screamed and pointed their guns at you and threatened to let the dog attack. While you cowered in front of them, thinking your last minute on this godforsaken planet had finally arrived. It hadn't. Once they made sure you weren't infected, they brought you over to their settlement. They took your gun and knife, but you got to keep the rest of your belongings.

A guy named Tommy told you you were welcome to stay, but also free to leave. That was after they held you hostage in a prison like building for a couple of days. Wanting to make sure nobody would come for you. Nobody did, so Tommy took you under his wing. He said he was going to get you your own house, but until then, you were welcome to stay in one of his spare bedrooms. That's where you were currently sitting on the bed, looking at raindrops cascading down the window.

Tommy and his wife had been really kind to you. They'd not only let you stay at their house, but also shared their food and clothes with you. It was nice. They were nice. But you didn't like being here. Actually, you hated it.

You hated people in general. Being let down so many times in your life, you trusted no one anymore. Not easily anyway. That's why you lied when you told them your name.

Jacky. That's what you came up with. It popped in your brain while you were ogling their whiskey collection. Some of it original and some home brewed. You had a couple of good night sleeps and a full stomach, so it was time to leave.

You would wait until midnight and then sneak out. Taking an original bottle of Jack Daniels with you.

When they retire for the night, you wait an hour before you sneak out the front door. Goodbye Jackson.

You hear the soft snorting sound of horses coming from the stables. Horses, how could you forget. You'd steal one of those as well.

You slink towards the stables as quietly as possible. Inside, you grab a saddle and throw it on the first horse that comes into view.

The sound of a trigger being pulled freezes you, and you feel the cold metal of the gun against the back of your head.

"The fuck you think you're doin'."

A deep, male voice, just behind you.

You don't immediately answer him, and he pushes the gun harder against your head.

"Fuckin' answer me!"

You raise your hands and slowly turn around. He is tall, and very, very angry.

"You're that kid living with Tommy," he states.

"I'm not a kid, old man. I'm fucking 25 years old," you hiss. Earning you a backhanded slap across the face.

"Give me the bag," he snarls.

You don't.

"Give.me.the.fucking.bag" he punctuates each word while taking a step towards you. Jezus, is he going to kill you?

You hand it over, and he opens it. Pulling the bottle of Jack Daniels out. Raising his eyebrows.

"What's this? You fuckin' stole this from my brother?"

Brother? Interesting.

His hand curls around your throat. Walking you backward until your back hits the wall. Then he forcefully turns you around, putting your arms behind your back, holding them with just one of his hands. The other pushes your face against the cold, wet wood.

"Ouch, you son of a bitch!" you howl. The sharp wood poking into your cheek.

"You're going to pay for this," he hisses in your ear. "They hung people for less around here."

"No. No! Take the booze! I will leave this place and you'll never see me again! I'll do anything, please!"

He stays quiet for a second. You can feel his large body hovering behind you.

"Anythin' darlin'?"

What? What is he playing at. Well, you sure as hell aren't getting yourself killed over a bottle of whiskey. So yes:

"Anything."

He smirks. His hand leaves your face to tangle in your hair, and he pulls. Hard. Your head snaps to the side.

He kicks your feet apart and moves your arms above your head. He steps closer and nudges his thigh between your legs.

"Be careful what you wish for," he breathes in your ear. You can't help yourself, you outright moan.

"You like being manhandled like this, sugar? Just my luck."

He presses his whole body against your back, pushing his hard cock against your ass.

"Feel that?"

You lower yourself on his thigh a bit more and start grinding it. Hell, it's been so long.

"Fuckin' slut," he whispers.

His hand opens the button of your jeans and he reaches inside to cup your pussy through your underwear. Finding you wet. He tuts.

"If you run, I'll kill you." He lets go of your arms and grabs your shoulders to turn you around.

You take a better look at him. His mustache and beard are streaked with grey. His hair is curly, also greying. Eyes brown, dark, filled with anger and lust. He's much older than you, but handsome. Tall, strong.

"On your knees."

You do as you're told. He opens his jeans and pulls his cock out. It slaps against your chin. Christ, he's big.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out and he wastes absolutely no time, putting his leaking cock inside. You close your lips around him and begin to suck him off.

He grabs your head and fucks your face. You choke and gasp for air. He lets you for a moment but then he pushes himself back inside, hitting your troat. Strings of saliva run down your chin and your eyes water while you struggle to breathe.

"Fuck!!" he moans and without warning he comes. Thick, white ropes of his cum hit your tongue and your troat. You swallow all of it.

You think he'll maybe let you leave now, but he's not finished with you yet. He pulls you to your feet and pushes you against the wall again. He rips your jeans and panties down and drops to his knees behind you.

"What are you d-"

His tongue licks a fat stripe over your dripping cunt. Words fail you, only a loud gasp escapes.

He grabs your thighs and burries his whole face between your legs. Eating you out like a man starved. Pushing one, two and even a third finger deep inside you. Fingering you hard and assaulting your clit with his tongue. It doesn't take very long until you feel your orgasm crash over you. You scream while your pussy contracts around his fingers. He takes them out of you and starts to lick them clean. Slurping as he does. Your eyes widen at the sight.

"I have a better idea," he says while he pulls your jeans up and puts his cock back inside his own.

"You come live at my place. I'll keep you safe and you keep my cock warm."

You stare at him. Is he for real?

"Bring the whiskey," he says as he walks out.

You smile and follow him. Yes, this could work.

[docjacksons]

In which I ramble about my ace spec Daniel Jackson headcanon

This post will be exactly what it says on the tin lol. This will be an unorganized post about some scenes with Daniel that strongly feel ace spec to me. This won’t be a well structured essay or anything. Before I get into that, I’ll share a little asexuality 101 info so you know what I’m talking about. If you already know this stuff, feel free to skip to below the read more. 

So! Being on the ace spectrum means you experience little to no sexual attraction. Being asexual isn’t the same as being aromantic. Aromantic means you experience little to no *romantic* attraction. You can be aro and ace, but a lot of ace people aren’t. For instance, I’m grey-ace biromantic, which to me means I very rarely experience sexual attraction to real people but I’m romantically attracted to multiple genders. 

I headcanon as Daniel being ace spec but not aromantic. I don’t think he’s heteroromantic either. I don’t have a label in mind beyond that that I’d give to him. But yeah, that’s the perspective I’m coming from in with my headcanon! 

Here are some moments that stand out as particularly ace to me: 

— When Daniel gets accidentally married to Sha’re in the movie and she starts undressing, he seems very flustered. However, he doesn’t come across as “awkward but turned on” to me. To me, his surprise reads more as someone who has no idea how to react in a sexual situation and, in fact, the situation might not entirely compute for him. 

— There are a couple examples of someone expressing sexual attraction towards Daniel and him not seeming to understand this at all. 

One example is in “Need,” where Shyla tells Daniel “You’re my destiny,” and he incredulously says, “ … What?”

Then there’s the scene in “Bounty” where the assassin lady pretends to be into him and says, “You’re very attractive,” and he’s once again very confused. 

— Soooo many of his interactions with Vala read to me as an ace and allo person who are interested in each other but the allo person doesn’t understand that he doesn’t feel sexual attraction. 

The main example that stands out in my mind is when Vala propositions Daniel in season 10 and he rebuffs her advances. She says, “Am I really so repulsive?”

I have not personally experienced this, but I’ve seen a lot of ace people online with allo partners describe times when the allo partner feels hurt that the ace person doesn’t sexually desire them, although the ace person has romantic feelings. That scene between Vala and Daniel *really* feels like that kind of situation to me. 

Daniel does seem pretty shocked by that question and just goes, “No!”

I’m sure there are other ace Daniel moments I’m forgetting, but these are the ones that particularly stand out to me!

[tiltingheartand]

i'm sorry; that's classified

what's classified, precious?

a lot of things actually!

that's the working title (i ... will not be using it, i just hate coming up with titles so that's how it's saved) for the fic this snippet from several sentence sunday is from.

i suffer from a Terminal Case of “what if this character i just met who has a military background was on a gate team?” (… note, for those reading this who do not know what that means: this is a stargate reference.) part of this is the fact that eliot spencer quite literally would have been on one in canon if the sets had still been around, but also it is a symptom of my incurable Let’s Cross Everything Over With Everything Else problem. so. anyway.

the original version of this idea, before tommy kinard waltzed back into all of our lives, was going to have eddie be the one to have been on a gate team (and, i think, have that possibly have been one of the reasons he reenlisted? i can’t actually remember now), and that would have required so. much. timeline fuckery. and like, yes, the 911 canon timeline is very much doing the Jeremy Bearimy thing anyway, but i would’ve had to start screwing with the sg-1 timeline too and that was. a lot.

whereas tommy kinard, the man that he is, slots into the sg-1 timeline perfectly without any fuckery required; whenever anyone thinks he was actually in the army, we have a Hard Date of when he was in LA at the 118 — 2005 — and that is exactly when it needs to be to not require me to start moving things around in the sg-1 timeline.

ANYWAY. jesus goddamn christ. all of which is to say, this is the fic where jack o’neill and daniel jackson are in LA and get embroiled in some traffic Incident (i’ve rambled and/or bounced ideas for this and the original version off of @wilddragonflying and i’m fairly sure goats are involved) that the 118 rescues them from.

and then a few days later they swing by the firehouse just to say thank you, again, and tommy’s there specifically to pick up buck (and say hi to everyone while he’s at it), and then tommy goes downstairs and sees jack and daniel at the same time they see him, and it’s. A Moment. because a) they all know each other from something so fucking classified that in-universe the president of the country doesn’t even hear about it until after he’s been sworn in, and b) they all knew each other when DADT was in effect. different goddamn world.

so tommy’s acting weirdly distant and buck can’t figure out why, and then it comes up that jack and daniel are married (the 118 already all know, because it came up the other day, but why would tommy know), and — this is the snippet that i posted in the link above — there’s a weird semi-standoff until they all realize Hey, We’re All Okay Here.

(ask me about any of my WIPs, if you’d like!)

[anretc]

2024 Master List

https://archiveofourown.org/users/anr

Like Bullets on Skin There's a bar, once. Star Wars: The Mandalorian. Din Djarin/Bo-Katan Kryze. Teen And Up Audiences. January 2024.

Where the Light Goes Space feels cold, after. Star Wars: Sequel Trilogy. Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren. Teen And Up Audiences. February 2024.

Building a Reprise "We should go," she says, but she doesn't move, and neither does he. (aka, Five times Tony and Ziva are together at dawn.) NCIS. Ziva David/Anthony DiNozzo. Teen And Up Audiences. February 2024.

A Harbour in the Tempest The baby stirs in her arms as Beru walks forward to take him, and Padme's broken heart splinters again. Star Wars: Prequel Trilogy. Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi. Teen And Up Audiences. March 2024.

Skin to Bone One-two-three and pause. (aka, Five times Elizabeth doesn't escape, and one time she does.) Stargate: Atlantis. John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir. Teen And Up Audiences. April 2024.

Bonfire Hearts There are worse ways to survive an ice storm than sharing body heat. Star Wars: The Mandalorian. Din Djarin/Bo-Katan Kryze. Explicit. April 2024.

Shatter Into Constellations Sliding his arm around her shoulders, Cassian tugs until she's pressed tight against him, his lips grazing her temple. (aka, Five times Cassian and Jyn kiss.) Star Wars: Rogue One. Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso. Teen And Up Audiences. May 2024.

A Moment of Warmth When Vala makes a break for freedom as soon as everyone's backs are turned, Daniel doesn't hesitate to follow along. Stargate SG1. Daniel Jackson/Vala Mal Doran. Teen And Up Audiences. May 2024.

Miles and Miles of Mountains He's never really done a long distance relationship before but he couldn't bring himself to walk away from her back when the town of Dante's Peak still existed, and that feeling hasn't really changed in the aftermath of it disappearing. Dante's Peak. Harry Dalton/Rachel Wando. Teen And Up Audiences. June 2024.

This Is Our Place "If you don't mind me sayin' so, y'all certainly seem to have some very mature opinions for ones so young," says their realtor, locking the door after them and placing the key back in its little lock box. "Old souls," says Jack, straight-faced. (aka, Mini!OTP go house hunting.) Stargate SG1. Clone Sam Carter/Clone Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill. Teen And Up Audiences. June 2024.

As the Pendulum Swings The last time she left LV-426 she lost fifty-seven years and her daughter. She doesn't want to think about what she'd lose this time. Aliens. Dwayne Hicks/Ellen Ripley. Mature. July 2024.

This Way Forward It's unexpected but not unwelcome. Stargate: Atlantis. Asuran | Replicator John Sheppard/Asuran | Replicator Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir. Teen And Up Audiences. July 2024.

Born in a Thunderstorm It was late when they got back to the hotel. Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. UEF James T. Kirk/La'an Noonien-Singh. Explicit. August 2024.

Just to Feel You by My Side When his hand slips under the edge of her shirt, his palm flat on her warm skin, she sighs a little and he feels it. Star Wars: Rogue One. Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso. Explicit. September 2024.

Tracing Shadows on Your Back They'd promised each other they wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Star Wars: Sequel Trilogy. Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren. Explicit. September 2024.

How Endlessly You Fall Morgause holds out her hand and begs, "sister," but Arthur has her snared, hands her his sword and a dagger and crown of gold and ruby, "please." She stays. Merlin. Morgana/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin). Teen And Up Audiences. October 2024.

Locked Inside Your Heart-Shaped Box She needs to put an end to this -- them -- now, before it goes any further. (It should probably bother her to know that she won't.) Star Trek: Enterprise. Mirror T'Pol/Mirror Charles "Trip" Tucker III, T'Pol/Charles "Trip" Tucker III. Explicit. October 2024.

Love Is Just a Dream Away She smiles. "One more time then." (aka, Five times John dreams of Elizabeth.) Stargate: Atlantis. John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir. Teen And Up Audiences. October 2024.

Tonight and the Rest of My Life A thin curl of sweet satisfaction. (aka, Five times Cordelia dreams of Angel.) Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. Angel/Cordelia Chase. Teen And Up Audiences. October 2024.

It Must Be Light Wherever You Are The Doctor touches her cheek. "I'll see you soon." Doctor Who. The Doctor/River Song, Tenth Doctor/River Song, Eleventh Doctor/River Song, Twelfth Doctor/River Song, Fourteenth Doctor/River Song. Teen And Up Audiences. November 2024.

When the Whiskey Burns She's been dreaming on this ever since that first night after Liberty Island when she'd woken up craving a drink and a smoke and the warmth of another body pressed up naked against hers. X-Men. Logan/Rogue (X-Men). Mature. November 2024.

Blue as the Sea She's tempted, she is, but she also knows, deep down, that she still likes him too much and he probably only likes her just enough. Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. James T. Kirk/La'an Noonien-Singh. Teen And Up Audiences. December 2024.

Accretion The growing together of separate parts into a single whole. (aka, Five times Cooper and Brand touch.) Interstellar. Amelia Brand/Joseph Cooper. Mature. December 2024.

It's Here That I Belong "I'm alive," he whispers, his voice raw, "how?" She could ask the same thing about herself. Ready or Not. Daniel Le Domas/Grace Le Domas. Teen And Up Audiences. December 2024.

[the-bi-space-ace]

Daniel Jackson & Why Stargate SG-1 is the Best Show in the World

Here we go again. Listen, my obsession with this show knows no bounds and I’m going to simply have to take you through my thoughts on every character. 

Strap in. It gets long.

Daniel Jackson. Linguist and ancient aliens believer (Daniel. It really is your worst quality. Even worse that YOU WERE RIGHT HOLY MOLY) and he figured out how to dial the Stargate and get it to work. A character known for his intelligence and empathy, his moral compass and being petty as fuck. A man who pushes those around him to be better people, and to think outside of themselves. Also he has allergies which plays into a very cute intro to his character in the show where Jack literally tosses a tissue box into the Stargate to make contact with Jackson. Let’s get into it. 

We open season one with the SGC traveling back to Abydos where they left Daniel Jackson in the og movie after disaster struck (that disaster you may ask??? ….. I have no clue I haven’t watched it yet BUT I DIGRESS). There’s a problem. Aliens came through the Stargate and took one of their own. They need to talk to Daniel, to the Abydonians, and what follows is unfortunate. 

You see, they defeated Ra in the movie, a parasite pretending to be a god, and thought they were done with this villain. Unfortunately they’re facing a new one, same shit different name: Apophis - brother of Ra. And it turns out they aren’t finished with stealing and enslaving people. Now, the genre of villain they’re against is swift, cunning, technologically advanced, and ruthless. The Goa’uld. They attack Abydos and take a young boy named Skaara and Sha’re, Daniel’s wife, captive along with the SG team member. 

Ugh. Sha’re. Daniel is so sweet to her. They’re so clearly in love. Daniel Jackson has my favorite quality in a man which is that one of his primary personality traits is that he loves his wife. Ugh. It kills me that the Goa’uld took her away and he spends the next few years desperately tracking her down. The Goa’uld end up possessing both Sha’re and Skaara and it leads to Daniel Jackson rejoining the SGC and joining Jack O’Neill and Sam in SG-1. 

It’s important to note a few things about Daniel here that inform me about why he is the way that he is. He was orphaned as a child, he lost his wife whom he loved very much, and he is extremely empathetic. He basically imprints on every being he comes across that doesn’t have a family and that kills me. He’s desperate for connection and he tries to understand the motives and meaning behind everything. He cares about people. He cares about culture. He cares about respecting things you don’t understand. 

While we’re on the subject of imprinting, let's talk about Daniel and his friendships. We’ll start with Sam and Daniel. True science besties. I love every interaction between these two. It's like they found their platonic soulmate that they’ve spent their lives looking for. They info dump with each other, bask in each other’s intelligence and value it even when they have zero clue what the other is on about. Their friendship is pure and quick and beautiful and I can’t talk about Daniel without touching on how he quickly latches onto his friends and makes them important and how it makes his life fuller to have them. He does the same with Jack. They clearly care deeply for each other and Daniel finds a safe space in Jack. A space where he can push and be angry and ask questions and share how he feels and never receive rejection from Jack. Yes, they fight and argue and disagree but it is (typically) a safe disagreement where they’ll mend anything they hurt. Then there’s Teal’c. Teal’c, the man who is… kind of responsible for taking Sha’re from him. A man that Daniel wants to hate but can’t. Because Teal’c is a changed man. A man who had little choice. A man who Daniel has come to recognize as a friend and ally. This. This is big for Daniel. 

Imagine. Your wife is taken from you. The man responsible for choosing her to take is now saying he is going to help you defeat your enemies. He lives on earth with you. He is treated as an honorable man and warrior. He is part of your team. Your everyday life. And you forgive him. You forgive because it’s the right thing. You forgive because you know it’s not his fault. You forgive because your heart is big enough to do so. To not assign blame where it’s unfair. That is Daniel Jackson. That is who he is. And fuck do I admire this in him. If it were my partner taken, life stolen from them, parasites taken over their body and using them to harm people. If I had to look at the man who chose her every day I might not be so forgiving. I might not have it in me to see a difference. This quality is something I admire because it is something that would be excruciating for me. 

Speaking of excruciating things: watching Daniel’s face when someone he loves is in danger is like getting stabbed through the heart. One of the moments that sticks out in my mind is when Jack and Teal’c are trapped on a submarine that is being overrun by Replicators. Their only hope at not letting these bastards take over the earth is to blow it up, with both of them on it. Jack tells them to prepare to do it and Daniel is immediately against it. Jack takes his helmet off so he can hold the camera up so Daniel can see his face, can talk directly to him, and tells him to do it. When Daniel, in desperation, pushes again Jack reiterates that he does not want to die by the replicators. He doesn’t want his life to be over that way. Daniel has to let him and Teal’c go. Daniel eventually gives in but he refuses to look away while two of his friends die. (Spoiler alert is that they get saved at the last minute, thank fuck.) 

We watch this despair each and every time one of his loved ones is in danger. We watch his expression, his heartbreak, his feelings of powerlessness. He’s desperately done everything he can to keep them safe. Daniel is not a soldier. He is an academic. He doesn’t have the training that the rest of them do. He hasn’t been taught how to handle battlefields and death and loss like they have. Watching his friends get hurt or die is so devastating for him. They are his family. Losing them is like losing everything he has left, especially since losing Sha’re and leaving everyone on Abydos. His heart holds all of them so dear. 

We know he values his friendships, but what about the times he makes friends with beings from other planets? One of my favorite times is with an Unas who kidnaps him to sacrifice him. Now, Daniel spends a lot of time trying to communicate with this Unas. He shares food with him, talks, they play games. All while he’s being dragged through the wilderness to be slaughtered. He starts to understand the Unas, to learn that he has a connection with this one. Eventually this connection is what saves him in the end. Daniel even goes on a rescue mission to save this Unas when he gets captured in a later season. 

Then we have Reese. Oh, Reese. I liked her. She was an android responsible for creating the Replicators, a dangerous villain in later seasons of SG-1. Daniel spends time bonding with her, learning about her, and figuring out why she made the Replicators. She was lonely. She spent her life being told she was ‘made wrong’ and that she needed to be ‘fixed’. She was sad and emotionally uncontrolled. I’m about to be annoying about this but this is why Daniel bonds so well with her. She was lonely. She wanted friends. She wanted kinship. Daniel so desperately wants these things. He’s so lonely, has been since childhood. He sees himself in her. And when she dies he’s heartbroken. It’s the first time you hear him cuss at Jack, a line that will live in my head forever: You stupid son of a bitch. Now, Jack isn’t stupid. Daniel knows this. Daniel is angry. But Jack was just trying to protect him, doing the thing he does to show his love, and it was rejected. This moment stings. It stings because of the context. It stings because of when it happens. It stings because of what happens only a few episodes later. 

Daniel dies. Daniel dies because of his empathy and action. He dies protecting people. He dies. And it’s heartbreaking. Watching everyone say goodbye to him is one of the most tear-inducing moments so far. (I cried for… a long time.) Teal’c honors him in a way culturally significant to him with tears in his eyes. A man that is usually stoic and a strong silent type letting himself mourn a friend he’s grown to love. Sam cries and reminds him that she loves him and she wishes she could do more for him. He can’t even respond to her at that point but she sits with him and takes in what little time they have left. And Jack, well, he makes a joke. He tries to be serious about it but it’s too uncomfortably close to talking outright about his feelings so he makes some joke about how Daniel has been a pain in his ass for five years and despite all of that he has grown to admire the man that Daniel has become. It’s so painfully Jack O’Neill that it’s charming and gets Daniel to smile. (CAVEAT Daniel is not like… dead dead… I’ve been informed that he returns and my sadness over it is only temporary since the character will be back soon… and yet I still cried for over an hour over him.) 

The worst part is that there is a chance for him to be saved. But he stops them so he can ‘ascend’ and ‘do more’. And how does he stop them? Well, he talks to the one person he knows will respect his decision, the one person he knows will let him go, the one person he knows he can trust to have the responsibility to take care of it. Jack. He tells Jack to let him go, to make them stop, to let Daniel move on. And Jack, despondent and unhappy as he is to do it, does. It is horrible to watch. Daniel standing in front of Jack, crying, telling him he’ll miss everyone while Jack says ‘yeah. Me too.’ and lets Daniel go. Ugh. It kills me. He says at some point during the episode that his life is worth no more than anyone else’s. That he hasn’t done much. He’s not done enough to help. Oh boy. He’s so wrong. He’s so unbelievably wrong it hurts. He’s an idiot. Not enough? Daniel, sweetie, you’ve given your life to this. You’ve saved civilizations, saved earth, saved Skaara, what more do you need to know that you have done miraculous things? His low self esteem hurts me here. He doesn’t believe he’s done good, that he is good. How does a man who has given his life to this cause think so little of himself? Well, I think it stems back to his parents. 

Goodness. I believe his parents loved him more than the moon and all the stars. I believe they raised that boy with attention and affection and love and care and it is a damn shame that they died. It’s a damn shame they died at the same time. It’s bullshit that Daniel watched it. He watched both of his parents die when he was around 10-12 years old. He became an orphan in an instant. He went from two loving parents to the foster system in seconds. Now, he didn’t have to go to the system. He had a grandfather that could have adopted him but the man didn’t. He had a career more important than Daniel. I wouldn’t make the same choice if it were me. Hell, this little baby lost everything in a day and he needed someone. He needed love. He needed a home that was familiar. And instead of taking on the responsibility, instead of working through his anger and helping him cope you left him. My sympathies lie with Daniel here because I love him so deeply so I get angry when I think about little Daniel having a family member that could take him and instead being given up because of… what? A career? Some things are more important. (Sidenote that I am not condemning people for prioritizing themselves instead of having children… I am not ever going to have children and that is completely of my own free will and choice and wants and needs. What I am saying is that Daniel’s grandfather chose to leave him for the sake of himself and I think this rejection is where Daniel’s low self esteem comes from.)

His grandfather’s rejection is the start in a long line of rejections. Rejection from his peers, rejection from superiors, rejection from society. He finally finds somewhere he feels he belongs (Abydos) and that is gone too. In the blink of an eye. He thinks he isn’t good enough. And I think that blows. (Another side note that I think Daniel has at least ADHD if not also Autism and since I have both of those things I get really fiery about Daniel so… I’M BIASED OKAY.) He spends the rest of his life searching for connection, community, love. Hell, he even tries to infodump to Jack in episode one and faces yet another rejection of his skills and interests and I can’t help but feel like that hurts. Now, Jack does this song and dance often throughout the show with Daniel but it starts to feel more like they’re purposefully winding each other up and not like Jack is trying to hurt him. But… a different post for a different day. 

Now, I won’t lie. I am super drawn to characters like this. I had a huge crush on Milo from Atlantis as a kid and Daniel is very very close to that character in a lot of ways. The floppy hair, the glasses, the nerdiness, the excitable way he talks. So… I’m a little biased… but this character… this character rules. He’s sweet and kind and sometimes so petty it makes me laugh. He’s funny and charming and GOSH I JUST LOVE HIM OKAY. HE’S STUPID CUTE IT MAKES ME MAD. But. He has flaws. Flaws that make me like him even more but flaws nonetheless. He can be one track minded. He takes things into his own hands and puts himself in danger and puts his team in uncomfortable positions because of it. He lets his emotions get the better of him. He compartmentalizes by throwing his all into things like working and solving something. He’s a great man. But he’s confused and scared and has such low self-esteem it hurts. 

His flaws are on full display when he puts himself in immediate danger to stop Jack from destroying a ship that is about to wipe out a civilization that they helped get a new home for. Daniel has talked to this person, knows that he can prevent two civilizations from being destroyed, but Jack is focused on helping the one they’ve already connected with. Daniel disobeys Jack’s order. He puts himself in the path of an explosive in order to convince the other person to cease unintentionally destroying the planet in order to find another solution. While Daniel does succeed and it is the right thing he still puts Jack in a situation where he has to choose to sacrifice Daniel if he is to complete their mission and save a whole group of people. It isn’t fair. It hurts Jack, pisses him off, but Daniel isn’t putting that piece of it as his top priority. He’s putting saving two whole civilizations of history, art, and passion as his top priority. He doesn’t think past the consequences of what he’s doing. 

Another case like this is in season one, The Torment of Tantalus, where they find a device that contains information well beyond our wildest dreams. ‘Meaning of life stuff’ as he likes to say. He values this preservation of history and knowledge. Even more than his own life. His one track mindedness here almost gets him killed. Jack begs him to go, tries to force him, but Daniel refuses and again forces Jack to make the choice to leave him behind and get everyone else to safety. Now, Daniel does end up following and getting out of there but it does take him a little bit of time to come to the conclusion that he does have to leave. He can’t just give up his life to stay behind on a planet about to be destroyed by a storm. 

I want to touch on his pettiness for a moment because it is damn entertaining to watch him get… petulant for lack of a better word. I have never seen a man more willing to mouth off to high ranking government officials or question his bosses or down right taunt someone holding him captive. He will say some stupid joke in the driest tone I’ve ever heard and all I’m thinking is: yep this is the day he gets punched in the face. This is it. They’re going to do it. This man does not know when to shut up. My dear, sweet boy sometimes you have to SHUT UP!!! Self preservation, Daniel! Ever heard of it?!?! By far the best part of his pettiness is the looks him and Sam share when someone says something stupid. Some high ranking officer saying something stupid or derogatory? Sam and Daniel are sharing a ‘do you hear this guy?’ look. Someone being a bit too mouthy for their liking? They’re side-eyeing each other. They are true best friends. Having silent conversations with one another while everyone else in the room argues. I love their very first meeting. Sam geeking out over the dialing device while Daniel watches her like ‘who is this and why is she literally the most amazing person I’ve ever met’. Them interacting that whole first episode is just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They are best friends, your honor. I cherish them.

Daniel, above all, is the definition of what it means to have a found family. His was taken from him and he spends his life finding a family again. The great thing is that he does find it. He finds it and he holds on so tight. I’m still working through the seasons of Stargate but Daniel is an interesting and beautiful character. He’s traumatized and sad but he’s also wonderfully complex and still learning. 

If you haven’t watched Stargate consider this: the found family trope runs rampant here. There’s plenty of content to watch, plenty of relationships to explore, and plenty of things to be said about this show. Plus, you could write some damn good fic about it if you wanted to :)

[dgct2]

Fanfic Recs

Welcome to my fanfic recommendation list. Thank you to all the amazing tumblr writers out there.

Stories below feature either Pedro Pascal or Chris Evans characters. Most stories are sm*t with something extra so if you are under 18 please DO NOT read. There are a couple that are just fluff or adventure. Please follow the warnings or legend below. A lot of stories are also multi-chapter.

UPDATED AUGUST 11TH, 2024

Legend

⭐️ = Personal Favourite

🔥 = Spicy times ( please note number for how spicy )

⚔️ = Adventure

🥺 = Angst

💗 = Fluff

📚 = Multi chapter

⭐️ Special shoutout to @wheresarizona @softlyspector @psychedelic-ink @finnsbubblegum and @blueeyesatnight who have all written my favourite stories so far.

Jack Daniels 

🔥 Afternoon Sun - psychedelic-ink - After a night of passion Jack takes care of his significant other. Soft, attentive, and so damn sexy. 

Frankie Morales 

🔥🔥🔥 Box Set - frannyzooey - Quite a few stories with Frankie. All are worth reading. 

Pero Tovar

⭐️ 📌 🔥🔥⚔️⚔️💗💗💗📚 - The Cross - blueeyesatnight - I inhaled this story in one night. It is so good! Fans of Outlander and Doctor Who will love this. While on sabbatical in China. you're asked to do research on a mysterious box with weird engravings of monsters on the outside. You're not one for monsters. The museum questions what Spanish bronze would be doing in China? You agree to do research for them. You've heard tales of two mercenaries that were there over 1,000 years ago. You follow the last known trade route, but get lost in the mountains. No big deal. The fresh air is clearing your head. You pull out the box and look at it closer. It is a puzzle box! You push the mechanism and it opens.... transporting you to the past. Where are you? Or more importantly when? The answer becomes clear as two riders approach you. A timeless adventure that is less about logic and more about love.

📌 ⭐️ NEW 🔥🔥💗💗💗📚🎄 - Stranger At My Gate - leslie lyman - Magic and Christmas. Your a food blogger who has returned home for Christmas. You need inspiration for a new book which is due soon. There is a knock at the door and inspiration arrives in the form of a man. A man who is apparently out of time.

Joel Miller

🥺💗📚 To Do The Right Thing - pedgeittopascal - Reader is part of Joel and Tess's smuggling group. She and Joel are together when she becomes pregnant. They figure out what to do because the QZ is not a life for a newborn. A beautiful story of love and sacrifice. There is also a second part to this story being written. 

⭐️ 🔥🔥🥺📚 Adjustments - softlyspector - The 1st Joel fanfic that I read so it has a special place in my heart. Jackson era. Joel and neighbour become close. Neighbour is dealing with stuff and Joel is attentive and protective because she’s part of his tribe. Soft, fluffy, and so beautifully written.

⭐️ 🔥🔥🔥💗🥺📚 September - wheresarizona - My favourite story. I’ve read it a few times. Joel and the reader Doc were building a life in Austin. They were separated on Outbreak day. 20 years later she finds him. The rest of the story is how they reconnect. 

🔥📚 Mr. Miller's Birthday Gift - jksprincess10 - DBF! Joel and reader start a secret relationship. They celebrate her birthday and then his. The relationship doesn’t stay secret for long. 

⭐️ 💗💗💗📚 Where It All Starts - finnsbubblegum - Single Dad Joel and neighbour become friends when she helps takes care of Sarah who is still a baby. Enjoy the fluffiness of this sweet story.

🔥🔥🔥🥺📚 A Future Together - kteague - Joel and Reader had a life in Austin with Sarah. Outbreak day happens. They do not get separated this time. It is now 20 years later and they are still together working as smugglers in the QZ. They are tasked with bringing Ellie to the Fireflies. Retelling of the game. 

🔥 Pistol - cosmictheo - Reader is a ward for Bill and Frank. Frank is fun dad. Bill is grumpy dad. One day Joel and Tess show up just as a storm approaches. Joel and Tess are partners nothing more. Sparks between Joel and reader. He tries to do the right thing but can’t fight that feeling.

🥺💗 Call My Name - toxic-seduction - Set in 1x06. After Joel is stabbed you and Ellie bring him to an abandoned house to take care of the wound. Joel calls out name while on death's door. It isn't yours. Later he tries to explain what happened.

📌 NEW 🥺🥺🔥🔥 Trying Not To Love You - supernaturalgirl20 - You accidentally slip that you've fallen for Joel. He gives you the cold shoulder. When you go missing on a patrol he searches for you. He admits the idea of loving you scares him. Perfect mix of heat and angst.

📌 NEW 💗💗💗🥺📚 Looking For The Light - cowgurrl - A series of stories set within Jackson era. Joel and you are smugglers bringing Ellie to the fireflies. You both have lost a child during the Outbreak. Is it worth taking the risk again? Family fic. Joel being a girl dad. Mostly fluff with a pinch of angst.

📌 NEW 🥺🥺💗💗 - Put On A Brave Face - toxic-seduction - Reader is shot while on patrol with Joel. He's sorry he wasn't more aware. She's sorry that she put him though the angst. Comfort each other in the end.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 One Thing I'm Missing - joelscruff - Retelling of TLOU from 1x08 forward. Joel and Reader become a lot closer. Ellie makes sure that they have time together. It is hot and really cute at times.

📌 🌟 NEW 🔥🔥🔥📚🥺 Five Days - morallyinept - Set during Jackson Era. It has been 30 years and reader meets Joel again. 5 Days together at an Outpost as all hell breaks loose in the world again. Can the two of you rediscover love again? I inhaled this story. It is so worth reading.

Javier Peña 

🔥🔥🔥 Carry out - soullumii - Javi and secretary are late working at the Embassy. She’s bratty towards him because she missed a date. He makes it up to her in a big way. 

⭐️ 🔥🥺📚 Infections Of Another Kind - psychadelic-ink - Set after KC. Javi is part of the TLOU verse as a former FEDRA officer. Reader is a former Firefly who is disenchanted. The two of you meet and despite your differences make a life together. What happens though when the real world comes calling again? This story is brilliant. The crossover I never knew I needed. 

⭐️ 🔥🔥🔥💗📚 Learning To Live - wheresarizona - Javi has returned to Texas after Columbia. He meets his love Cielito aka you at the supermarket. Sparks fly as you two build a life together. Simply put Javi deserves to have a happy life after all the shit he went through.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 Sin Without Limits - steviesgoldfish - Set during Los Pepes. You are Javier's other partner besides Steve. You're still new to the team. You quickly figure out that Javi is working both sides to help take down Escobar. You agree to work a heated UC mission to get the info needed to find La Quiqa.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 Let Me Love You - thetriumphantpanda - Javier Peña has been the bane of your existence since you arrived to work for the ambassador. When you find yourself at a loose end following an altercation in the street on your way home, Javier is the only person you could turn to which turns your evening into something you'd never dreamed of.

📌 NEW 🥺🥺🔥💗💗📚 Paperwork - blueeyesatnight - A series of one shots set during S2 and S3 of Narcos. Javi and the new secretary for Ambassador Noonan butt heads when she first arrives. Over time she comes to realize that he's one of the good guys.  

Marcus Pike 

🔥💗 Spring Fling - whataperfectwasteoftime - DILF! Marcus is in Washington when his estranged college age daughter Emma and you come to visit on vacation. Immediate sparks between you and Marcus. What happens though when you have to return back to Texas in a week? P.S. This writer has a lot of Marcus fanfics that are worth checking out. 

📌 NEW 🔥🔥💗💗📚 Accidental Husband - supernaturalgirl20 - I'm a diehard Jisbon fan but I also love Marcus. This is post Teresa. Marcus gets his happy ending. Reader and Marcus had a few dates but broke up. The team conspires so they have to drive to her sister's wedding together. What happens when divine intervention and tequila are added to the mix? It is a match made in heaven.

Marcus Acacius

📌 ⭐️ NEW 🔥🔥🔥🥺🥺🥺⚔️📚 Against The Wind - studioghibell - You're the daughter of the Emperor himself. You've fallen in love with his most trusted General, Marcus Acacius. Your father refuses to let the relationship continue.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 Till Death - morallyinept - Marcus has a favourite slave girl who works in the baths. With an impending battle he lets himself feel everything this time as they become lovers. He vows to return to her.

Ari Levinson

🔥🔥🔥 Don’t Get Sad, Get Even - writing-for-marvel - You catch your boyfriend cheating at a party. You decide to get even with his roommate Ari. You discover that Ari is definitely the better catch. 

🔥🔥🔥 After Hours - flordmatista - CEO!Ari and assistant go on what appears to be a business trip. Turns out Ari has other plans. P.S. All of her Ari fanfics are worth reading.

Andy Barber

🔥🔥🔥 A Butterfly will Fly - flordmatista - Dark!Andy and a ballet dancer. Slight bondage. Spicy and sweet. 

🔥🔥🔥 Discipline Me - flordmatista - DILF! Andy. You’re staying overnight. End up meeting Andy in the kitchen. He teaches you how to stay quiet while he drives you wild.