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eddiesgirlstevesbabe · 1 year

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Your beautiful boyfriend won't get home till after 10 and you're missing him, every damn inch of him, so you drop by Family Video for a little flirtatious foreplay. What's the harm in that?

Warning: Pure girly 80s nostalgia trash 😍

It's 5'o clock on a Friday night in 1986. You lock up your shop with a jingle and jump into your cherry red '79 VW Super Beetle convertible. Your brain on autopilot, you start the car and mindlessly head back to your cute little apartment when you turn the radio dial and Eddie Money's 'Take me home tonight,' is already at the chorus.

"Take me home tonight, I don't wanna let you go till you see the light."

You sigh dreamily and pull over into the nearest strip mall parking lot. Your lip sticks out and the pout is so stupid and babyish, you shake your own head at yourself. It's just that… You miss him! And of course, this could be considered your song, since you played it for him on your first official date and then he gave you that look. The look that said 'I'll take you home tonight, and every night after.'

But Steve didn't have his own place then, so he brought you back to yours, and you never wanted him to leave. It wasn't long after that you decided to ask him not to leave, like ever again. And he had all his belongings there before 11pm that night.

You don't think you can stomach the next five hours without seeing him, thinking how lame it would be to just go sit at home in your pajamas and wait and pine for him.

So, you pull into the diner he likes that makes you feel like he's Archie and you're Veronica. Two to-go chocolate shakes with extra sprinkles and whipped cream later, you find yourself on the way to Family Video. You hit the gas to ensure you make it there before your brain starts working again and you force yourself to turn around and go home like any sensible girl would.

But hey, now you're already in the Family Video parking lot, might as well stop by and say Hey. You yank the rearview mirror to get the best look at yourself before pulling out your Maybelline Great Lash and bubblegum flavored Kissing Potion lip shine. Just to touch up. You spritz yourself with Calvin Kline Obsession and fluff your hair before grabbing his shake and heading inside.

The door jingles as you enter, making Steve look up right away, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as he says, "Well Hello, Beautiful."

The older couple he's checking out turn to look at you and smile. Steve licks his lips and flips his perfect hair, accidentally beeping the same movie twice with his scanner.

The couple turns back to him. "Sorry," Steve explains, "got distracted, that's my girl."

The couple doesn't mind. There are oohs and awws over young love and how they used to be just like you two. They agree that you're especially pretty and you just grin and thank them as you hand your boyfriend his milkshake. "Extra sprinkles just for you!"

He thanks you and waves goodbye as the couple leaves with their tapes. Steve's amber eyes sparkle. "How did you know how bad I was missing you?"

"Lucky guess," you smirk.

"Test out that kissing potion on me, yeah?"

Your palms pressed firmly onto the counter, you lift yourself up just an inch or two to reach him, melting as your lips touch his soft ones gently.

"It works," he sighs dreamily, "every damn time."

He leans in for more, "God you're perfect," he hums, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue. You allow him access, letting a cute, needy little moan to fall into Steve's hot mouth as his tongue teases yours.

"I wish I had backup," he breathes heavy when your lips finally part, "Cause I'd take you in the back room right now and show you how badly I missed you. How much I need you, Baby."

A pink blush creeps over your cheeks because Steve Harrington is a lot of things, but 'all talk' is not one of them. You feel the desire building lower and lower inside you as you think of last week when you came to visit him on your lunch break. He'd let Robin man the counter while he'd fucked you from behind over the back office desk, lending you his knuckle to bite on as you saw stars and tried not to scream, coming in wave after wave of ecstasy on your boyfriend's stupidly big, beautiful dick.

You pout again as you begin to hear footsteps approaching from behind you. All you want is him and that big, dumb cock that you can never get enough of, in that back room, right now! But it's about to become busy as hell in here and you both know it.

Steve sees the customer and waves them over, but keeps talking to you.

"Feel free to browse and grab whatever you want, but don't forget to check what I've picked out for you. I'd like to think I know what you like," he says with a smirk, tilting his head to the counter behind him.

He begins helping the customer, so you just nod and peek behind him. You see, under the counter, a big popcorn tub filled to the top with movies and snacks. Your cheeks are still rosy, thinking of how he used his time before you got here to reserve everything he thought you might want, so other girls couldn't swoop up the films you'd want to see. This only grows your desire for Steve, if that was even possible.

You head over to the counter behind him, grinning as you pull the bucket up to get a good look at what's inside. You get momentarily distracted seeing that the next customer is a gorgeous blonde, batting her big lashes at your boyfriend. You stifle a giggle as his eyes are totally glazed over, not noticing her hotness at all, it seems, not turning on his charm in the slightest, treating her just the same as the random guy in his 40s he'd helped before her. You are the luckiest girl in Hawkins, and you know it.

You pull out the red vines and m&ms to see the tapes underneath. You grin at his choices for you. St. Elmo's Fire. Breakfast Club. Teen Wolf. The fourth one makes you break out in giggles. Your laughter makes Steve turn and look at you with a mischievous smile. "Yeah I thought you'd like that."

You just shake your head, amused that Steve would think you'd get turned on by the viewing of, "Perfect," a cheesy looking love story that centers on the 80s aerobics craze, where John Travolta basically just thrusts his crotch in Jamie Lee Curtis' direction and vice versa for two whole hours. The fact that your boyfriend thinks you need Travolta to get turned on at all is utterly hilarious to you, considering you find Steve hotter than any movie star in existence.

"The perfect selection," you say just loud enough for him to hear while still helping customers, "just gonna browse once to see if you missed anything." You don't miss the slight shake of his head that says 'yeah, yeah, I could never guess your mood 100% but I tried.'

You wander the movie aisles at a leisurely pace, fingertips brushing against the textured vinyl of the cases of each tape. You find yourself in the horror section because you're that kind of girl, and you don't think Teen Wolf will quite cut it tonight. You needed something to pretend to be super scared of, ha! As if you needed an excuse to jump into Steve's arms, but it was always fun to pretend. You pick up the latest Friday the 13th, and head back to the counter.

He spots you coming with your pick and scoffs, "how could I be so dense? I picked teens falling in love when I could've picked teens getting murdered! I should've known!"

You add the tape and a box of Nerds to your stash and leave it there for him to bring home to you tonight. You blow him a kiss, "I love everything you picked," you assure him. You want to kiss him again but you feel more customers approaching so you simply smile and say, "Travolta has nothing on you, Babe."

He greets the next customer but his eyes are on every inch of you as you exit the store, "you just earned yourself an extra large, extra hot-"

You laugh as the door jingles.

"Pepperoni. See you at 10!"

You love the feeling of his desperation for you, his eyes trained on the curve of your ass in the tight Jordache jeans he bought for you as you walk out.

You are so glad you didn't just drive home and sulk. That was fun, you think, a little foreplay to keep your mind occupied until tonight. You can't wait.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things fanfiction

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malevolent-muse · 4 months

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Torrential Desire - Smutty Captain Swan -OUAT Fan Fiction

Amidst a deluge of rain from the heavens, Hook opts to pull Emma's beloved yellow VW Beetle over to the side of the road. Normally, a pirate does not fear such storms but Emma is unusually rattled. Seeking to distract her, Killian suggests a titillating way to pass the time until the torrential downpour passes.

The rain was falling hard and fast.

In fact, it was coming down too hard and too fast for even the roads to be visible or the streetlights’ beams above to permeate through the curtains of water falling from the sky. Given the conditions, it was better to be safe than sorry and Killian Jones decided right now wasn't the best time to be operating a motor vehicle. Besides, driving a stick-shift was a challenge for him in the first place, given the fact that he had to use his hook to steer.

Pulling over to the side of the road, Killian clicked on the emergency flashers and put the yellow Volkswagen Beetle in park.

Glancing over at his wife, the pirate could see the fear glistening in her eyes along with her tight lipped expression and the white-knuckled grip she had on the handle above the window. This wasn't like her. She had faced dire situations time and time again, why was a little rain bothering her now?

"Luv," he asked, "what's the matter?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Emma muttered in return.

He and Emma had very recently found out that she was expecting. Perhaps, after years of particularly nasty incidents, she no longer had the aptitude for such unexpected situations given her condition.

“Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay. We can wait out here until the rain clears.”

“That might be hours,” Emma fretted, absentmindedly tucking a lock of her long blonde hair behind her ear.

Well, Killian knew what would take her mind off the situation at hand. Reaching out and dragging his fingers along the edge of her red leather jacket, the durable yet flexible material sliding beneath his fingers, Killian remarked, “I think I know a way to pass the time.”

Emma was quick to catch on to what he was implying.

“We could get caught,” she said with hesitation. “The windows aren’t exactly tinted.”

Killian grinned wickedly as he slid his hand down the front of the fitted dress she was wearing and cupped her breast.

“Dirty girl like you had never minded putting on a show before...”

Beneath his hand, he could practically feel her heart beat faster and her breath hitched as he lightly pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“You going to talk dirty to me, pirate,” she asked.

“Only if you moan like a dirty fucking whore,” he answered.

The fear in her eyes had gone away, the danger of driving in the rain now eliminated. The look she had now was of a very different nature. Emma shifted in her seat and Killian knew her well enough to know the answer to his next question before he even let the words fall from his lips.

“You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” Emma returned with a not so sheepish grin.

“You want to show me?”

“Mmm,” Emma hummed.

Lifting her pretty ass off the seat, Emma reached under her skirt and slid her panties out from under her. The pale skin of her legs contrasted against the bright red of the skimpy piece of fabric as she slid them down her long legs. Quickly stepping out of them, Emma handed them off to Killian.

“See for yourself.”

It was evident and he could clearly see the damp patch of her slick arousal, coloring the cotton crotch of her panties.

Giving her a sideways smirk, he pushed, “Surely you have more than that. Don’t you want to show me how wet I make you.”

Emma’s fingers traveled under her skirt once more and quickly emerged, her digits glistening with her dewy juices. Offering them over for Killian’s examination, she returned that same smile he had given her a moment prior.

The smell of her arousal was intoxicating and he found himself unable to resist the urge to lick her fingers clean. Sucking on the fingers in his mouth for just a second, Killian eyed her hungry.

Pulling his lips away with a pop, he demanded, “You’re sweet but I want more than just a taste. I want to see that cunt.”

Glancing through the windows and at the surrounding area, Emma seemed to evaluate the opaqueness of the rain before turning in her seat, splaying her legs wide, and lifting her skirt.

There it was, her pretty pussy on display.

The puffy lips of her outer labia did little to hide the swollen and excited flesh of her sex. The ruffles of her inner labia were slick and deepened in color as blood rushed to the area.

“Oh, Luv,” Killian gasped, feeling his own cock respond to the sight, “you are fucking beautiful. Like the sea on a still night, there is not a single imperfection to be seen. You’re perfect combination of sex and desire. A hurricane of erotic pleasure.”

“Mmhmm,” Emma muttered, leaning her head back against the glass before pulling down the neckline of the dress to expose her lovely pair of tits, “go on.”

“Fuck,” Killian growled, “ you are the very definition of sinful immorality. You’re the type of woman that inspires myths of mermaids, naiads, and kelpie. Creatures that lure men into chaos with their sexual prowess. Bet you like that, being the center of attention because you are a wanton slut.”

Rubbing the cool steel of his hook along her inner thigh, Killian pulled at the fly of his trousers with his other hand. If he didn’t get his cock out quickly, he felt like he might burst. Finally, freeing himself, he gave himself a few good wanks before placing his hand back on his wife.

“I’m going to finger fuck your sloppy cunt,” he told her. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll feel it for days. And then, I’m going to have you hanging off my cock like the fucking dirty whore that you are.”

And with this declaration, Killian sunk two fingers in her wet twat.

Fuck.

She felt amazing.

The warm heat of her sex enveloped his digits, soaking them immediately. The soft muscles of her pussy squeezing his fingers as he felt for the spot he knew made her feel best. Wiggling the tips of his fingers, he thrust his hand back and forth.

Focused on inducing as much pleasure as he could as he was raking over the beauty of her face, tits, and pussy, with his eyes, Killian said the most filthy things he could imagine.

“You are such a perfect slut. Letting me finger-fuck you here.

“Look at you, not a single care that someone could walk by and see you.”

Killian kept rubbing his own cock while telling her what she needed to hear.

“Anyone could walk by and look in and see your cunt.

“Your pretty cunt.

“Wide open.

“And those tits... babe…

“Any man seeing those would want to get their mouths on them immediately. And I wouldn’t blame them. You are the epitome of all things carnal. It wouldn’t be long before they’d want more. And you’d give it to them. You’d let them do anything to you. Because you know what you are, don’t you? A fucking cum dump.

“Filthy.

“Cum-hungry, cunt.

“You just want to get your whore holes filled.

“But you’re mine, hear me?

"Mine to fuck.”

Emma’s chest was heaving and pinpricks of sweat were appearing along her skin. Moaning loudly, her voice was all but absent as she mouthed words he could not hear.

But he knew what those words were: “more” and “please” and “don’t stop.”

Killian continued talking as dirty as he could, pausing only to change the position of his hand so he could rub her clit with his thumb.

“Look at you, slut. Begging for more.

“I’m finger fucking you like a cheap hooker and still you want more.

“Dirty cum slut, can’t wait for a big cock to spread those pussy lips wide.”

“Ugh,” Emma groaned, suddenly bending forward and yanking his head down into her lap.

Apparently, she was more interested in having his mouth on her than to allow him to continue talking.

Her fingers gripping the strands of his jet black hair tightly, the soft skin of her inner thigh rubbing against the rough stubble of his face, she ground her clit up and against his outstretched tongue.

She tasted heavenly.

Using the tip of his tongue, the pirate fondled her clit. All the while his fingers were buried in her twat as he played her like a fiddle. Within moments, he could feel her clamping down on his fingers, as tremors of ecstasy ripples through her core.

Not wanting her moment to end, Killian pressed his head down, suckling on her clit as she rode his hand until the tension of that climatic release left her body... and still, he sucked her clit

It wasn’t until the last aftershocks had left her body did he finally let off.

“More,” she said softly, turning in her seat and lowering the backrest.

Shimming down his trousers over his hips, Killian quickly maneuvered (and rather clumsily) to the passenger side.

His cock was hard and dripping precum. Taking just a second to align himself with Emma’s cunt, he quickly found his mark. With one swift push, he entered her sloppy pussy.

Fuck .

If he thought she had felt good around his fingers, the way she felt around his cock was ecstasy.

As much as he liked to brag about stamina, once he had started he had found himself quickly overwhelmed by her presence. It didn’t take long. He probably only lasted a minute or two. Thrusting into her, Killian’s climax hit him hard.

“You like that?” he growled right before he came. “You like being knocked up like the dirty filthy wench that you are.”

Emma didn’t reply but simply grabbed his hips and pulled him against her, hard. He’d have bruises in the morning, not that he cared.

Bucking his hips forward, his cock spewed forth thin ropes of cum, filling her with his seed.

Panting heavily, muscles shaking, Killian rested his head on Emma’s bare chest as she practically purred in satisfaction.

Quite unexpectedly, there was a flash of blue and the whoop of a police siren. This was all it took to alert them to the fact they were not alone.

Startled, Killian haphazardly pulled up his pants and climbed back up into the driver’s seat. Not the easiest feat to accomplish with one hand and a hook.

A second later, a tap on the window and the beam of a flashlight preceded Killian rolling down his window. Seeing who it was, the pirate cursed under his breath.

“You two okay?” Sheriff Nolan asked. “I saw you had the flashers on.”

Groaning and wishing he could somehow find himself magically transported to another realm, Killian tried to keep his voice calm as he answered his father-in-law.

“We’re fine,” Killian said.

“Emma, sweetheart,” David added, bending down further so he could take a look at his daughter in the passenger seat, “you doing okay?”

“Yeah, Dad,” she answered, shifting in her seat. “We’re just waiting for the rain to stop.”

Glancing at his wife, Killian didn’t envy her, sitting there with a pussy full of cum. But at least she had gotten her top pulled up and skirt down before her father had gotten to the vehicle. He was just hoping that David wouldn’t notice his fly was still undone.

“Alright,” David said, straightening up and giving the door frame an absentminded tap. “You two stay safe.”

“Will do,” the pirate muttered curtly, glad that Charming was finally departing.

Rolling the window back up, Killian looked over at Emma who was beet red with the laughter she was holding back.

Shaking his head, Killian rolled his eyes and waited for the rain to stop.

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transformersmr-hq · 3 months

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just found your world building minibots post (it’s so good 🫶) but i wanted to know why the smallest of the flight frames aren’t considered minibot since a lot of them are unmanned drones which are usual smaller then a VW beetle (14 feet car) like the nasa x - 43 a which is a 12 foot drone in length

Short answer: Because I slacked off and halfassed the research when writing that post big planes fly longer and higher

Long answer:

You've got a very good point there. To be honest, All I had in mind at that time was "hee hee plane big car small". Now that I received your ask, I'll try to give answers that are much more acceptable than that.

The size and weight of an aircraft affects how long it can fly. The bigger the plane, the longer it flies because it can store more fuel. The example you gave me, nasa-X43a was an interesting example, but if my research is correct they could only fly for 10 seconds due to fuel issue.

Moreover, in order to afford engine(s) strong enough to lift them higher, an aircraft has to have some sort of minimum size limit.

I still have no idea how Cybertronian evolution tree would work(not to mention wether it exists or not), but I believe flightframes couldn't afford to go smaller than certain size. Cybertronian spark itself is quite big, and in order to sustain that one needs a reservoir(fuel tank) in case they couldn't find another fuel source for a while. If their size was too small, this could have been a huge problem to their survival.

For now, I'd like to believe that flightframes that are smaller than a car would be mechanimals(robot birds and bats etc). The size limitation I've set for flightframes is BD-5, which is known to be the smallest jet plne(I know this is a manned aircraft, but imagine there is a more powerful equipments inside the cockpit instead of pilot's seat).

These Cybertronians are often called by the nickname of "Pixie Seekers", and they are essentially treated as minis among flightframes. They might look like regular BD-5, but they can fly much faster. They also cannot make a seat for humans as they are designed to be as compact as possible.

Thank you for submitting an ask!

#ask #anon #worldbuilding #transformers: mobius run #pixie seekers #bd-5 #minibots #flightframe #this would sound like total bullshit when I wake up and read it again tomorrow #but I think the gist is there

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laurolive · 5 months

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Paul and Linda: Fun with Captions

Craving more captions? See the post Paul and Linda: More Fun with Captions.

Linda: And then you're going to take out the garbage, oil the squeaky cupboard hinges, change the burnt out light bulb in the bathroom ...

Paul: Yes dear.

Paul: Linda, you want a puff?

Linda: No thanks, I’ll just stand next to you and breathe the air.

At least Paul is wearing his protective glasses to shield his eyes from the (alleged) pot fumes! 🤣 😂 🤣 😂

Linda: Hello, is this Jane Asher? 🎶 Na-na na-na-na 🎶

March 12, 1969, Paul and Linda’s wedding day is coming to a close. In my pretend caption world, Linda couldn’t resist making one last phone call. 😉 Well, she had to brag to somebody!

Linda’s reactions, in photographs.

1st photo: serious Linda

2nd photo: Linda after hearing Paul say, “I’m thinking of giving up pot.”

1st photo: Linda’s face when Paul says, “Linda, you look beautiful.”

2nd photo: Linda’s face when Paul says, “… but you’d look even better with a mullet.”

Jimmy (seated): I don’t like that seal giving me the evil eye.

Seal: You gonna finish that martini?

Jimmy (seated): Whoa seal, back off. Go bug that Eskimo standing behind me — he’s got a harpoon.

Seal: Me just want martini.

Linda: I am NOT saying “obey” in my vows.

Paul: But I told you it will only apply when we’re in the recording studio.

Paul: You mean there are other people here? I didn’t notice.

Linda: I love it when you play your chest, I mean ukulele.

Heather: What happened today? Everyone was taking pictures. I got flowers. Girls were crying. We went to church. We had dinner at a fancy hotel. Did I just marry a Beatle?

Paul: Sure we can all go in the VW Beetle. Linda and I will squeeze tight together like this to make extra room.

Jimmy (band member): Oh, so that’s why you’re always renting Beetles.

Paul: When I’m interested in a woman, I like to point my lit cigarette as close to her eye as possible.

LOL, this photo is cropped, making the cigarette appear closer to Linda’s face than it actually is. Moreover, Paul probably held it like that for only a second or two. I still couldn’t resist the humour implied by the visual.

This pic is absolutely PREGNANT with caption possibilities, ha ha. Here we go:

Paul (whispering): Okay, Linda, it’s just like we planned. While I get them to look over there, you lift some cash from John’s waist wallet.

Paul points in distance, which is his and Linda’s private signal for “let’s get away from these losers.”

____________

Paul: Hey John, the nearest barn raising is two miles that way.

(John looking very Amish.)

____________

Paul, stoned: Can’t you see it? That tree over there looks just like Ringo on the toilet.

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Paul: John, even that donkey in the field over there would make a better manager than your guy Allen Klein.

Paul: Something clicked here tonight.

Linda: That was my camera shutter.

Paul: I wasn’t talking about the photography.

😍 🥰 ❤️ 💕

Linda thought bubble: I've just seen a face. 🎵 😍

Paul thought bubble: Falling, oh yes I'm falling... 🎶 🥰

💖 💞 💘

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radracer · 2 years

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vowfailed-a · 5 years

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sonia’s super strength, while not on the level of knuckles or amy’s, is impressive, and the vast majority of people would find themselves easily outclassed in terms of physical power. she’s also athletic generally and extremely agile, making her very skilled at dodging and maneuvering to make her hits count. add to that her speed that, while not on sonic’s level, is far beyond the average mobian, and you get a woman who’s a very dangerous fighter even without her medallion.

#headcanon.#shes not at tank lifting level ( yet! shes working on it! ) but she is at like #lifting a vw beetle level

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annaofthenorthernlights · 2 years

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Can you do prompts 6 and 3 for kristanna??? 💛

Hello my dear, thank you for your question which has given me an idea that may seem scary to some people.... hopefully it's to your liking.... Anyway, it was fun writing this for you! 😘

03. Do you need help 06. I think, I´m not feeling well

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It wasn´t Elsa´s fault, that she lay sick in bed, with fever and a severe cold.

Anna came out from the pharmacy shop, packed with enough medication to cure a battalion. She wanted her sister to be back on the slope with her in no time. It was no fun, going for skiing just to be ending up sliding down the hills alone.

It was all neatly packed on the side seat and Anna started the engine of her VW Golf to retreat out of the parking lot. Unfortunately, she had not noticed the big pile of snow behind her that had not yet been removed from the early morning shovelling by the streets´ facilitator. The car got stuck in the massive mop of snow, the rear wheels dug in deep within the white mass.

Anna stomped her foot and cursed behind her steering wheel. How stupid that was and now she had to ask somebody to help her out of this, because she could not make it on her own, with the wheels spinning like that. She gritted her teeth because she felt embarrassed to be noticed by anybody like this, and for a second Anna thought of just leaving the car and walking back by foot, just to come back once the snow had melted away…

She started at the knock on her window.

A young man with a mane of blonde hair, the bangs wittily hanging nearly into his eyes and he smirked to her, gesturing to roll down the window.

“Yes?” Anna asked as unobtrusively as possible.

“Do you need help?”

“No, why?”

“Your wheels are stuck.”

“Oh, that?!”

He blinked, straightened, and stomped towards the rear of her car, which had Anna curiously poking her head out of her window.

“I think it´s not that hard to get your little beetle out of here.”

“Excuse me, it´s a Golf.”

“Whatever. Want to get out of here?” He pointed to the wheels that had almost disappeared by now.

“Yes, please. That be very kind, indeed.”

“Okay, only a little bit of gas, don´t tap the pedal too hard, okay?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you.”

Anna turned back to her steering wheel and doing as she was told. There was a hard ruck from the back and the car nearly hoped out of the snowpile. Once out on the parking lane, Anna halted the car and stuck her head out of the window again, this time with a relieved smile on her face.

“Thank you so much! I feel a bit silly about this, but lucky you came around.”

“No problem. Next time check the rear, alright?”

“Yeah, sure…”

“Bye then!”

“Bye! And thanks again!”

He had already gone his way.

You could have at least asked for his name… Nice man, so attentive and then good looking, too…

With a regretful sigh, Anna was driving back to their little home, and by the time she later went to get to the slope – on her own – she had nearly forgotten about that oddly but somehow nice incident….

***

It was a wonderful day to spend on the white wonder of hill and gliding down those slopes was one of the best sports Anna could think of in winter. It was a pity that Elsa could not join, but her sister had insisted that Anna should enjoy her time, and then surely Elsa would be back on her legs, well, her skis, in one or two days.

Anna didn´t waste any time to explore all sorts of slopes, except the really difficult black marked ones. They were still too scary and steep to her skills. But the blue and red ones, they were okay, and she fancied most, when she could speed down the hill for a final run and then stopping fast before the ski lift.

Those moments, she dreamed of being a ski racer and she ducked like they did and pretending she was passing the finish line and then slowing down and stopping hard, turning to check the alternator for her scores. Of course, it was all in her imagination, but she giggled to the idea and then, when she got fired up with her thrilled dream.

Only that Anna didn´t notice the person who had just turned in from the other side of the lift and was standing now right before her and she bumped into the human braking block, her skis crossing his and the sudden stop and bump made her fall backwards right onto her bum.

“Hey!” “Ouch!”

They both exclaimed at the same time, and Anna pulled a face in pain with her sore coccyx when she looked up and into a somewhat familiar face.

“You don´t really look neither backwards nor ahead, do you?”

“You?!”

Anna stared blushing. The guy from the parking lot. And he grinned, his weight braced on his forearms by leaning on his skiing sticks. Then, he chuckled and reached out a hand to help her up.

Anna flinched at this embarrassment, but gratefully took his hand and pulled herself up, which was easy because his grip seemed to nearly tear her off the ground by sheer overcoming gravity.

Wow! He was strong! First the car, then her… well, she was not that heavy as the car, but still…

“Thank you. Again.” She pulled an apologetical face. “And sorry for hitting you like that. Was no intention.”

“Yes, of course. Your first day on skis?”

“No!” Anna frowned upon that cheeky remark, but then, after all she was the one who had daydreamed and not watched out. “I was in thoughts and didn´t pay attention.”

They had by now moved up to the front line of the ski lift. There were not that many people there anymore, since it was already late afternoon and so, it seemed kind of obvious they would end up being seated in one of these 2-seats chairs together.

They fell into the seat and the gondola took them frontward with a harsh ruck, which had Anna giggle for a sniff of a moment.

They sat in silence for a while when Anna couldn´t bare the stillness any longer and needed some conversation to overcome the oddity.

“So… Thanks again for your help and then stopping me from colliding with the lift fence.” She snortingly giggled, which had the blond mountain god turn with a raised eyebrow and chucklingly shrugging.

“That´s alright. One does what he can.”

“I´m Anna, by the way.”

“Kristoff.”

“Nice to meet you, again, Kristoff.” Anna blinked smilingly and held out her hand by turning her body a bit.

Kristoff nodded and shook her hand in return.

“So… is this your first time?”

“Of what?”

“Coming here to ski?”

“Oh, no. I grew up around here, and my family still lives here.”

“Oh, how nice. My sister and I found that little cottage in the internet and booked for the holidays. But Elsa is sick in bed, and so I got onto the slopes on my own. Well, now, luckily, I´m not on my own. But then, I didn´t expect to bump into you, nor anyone, you know. But it´s nice not to be alone.”

“I like alone.”

“Really? Can´t believe that. Nobody wants to be alone.”

“Yeah, believe me, some people do, and the mountains are a wonderful place for that.”

“Why?”

“They are magical quiet place. Most of the time, that is…”

Anna looked at him in disbelief. And then she noticed his grin. She had done it again…

“I´m sorry… I guess I´m the reason for you now to miss the tranquillity of this surroundings, right?”

“Hm. Maybe. But I have seen it before.”

“What?”

“That people start babbling on the chairlift when they´re nervous.”

“Nervous? I´m not nervous. I´m so cool, I´m the coolest.”

Anna waved her hand lightly in the air, laughing cheeringly, when there was ruck to the gondola and a squeaking sound coming from the steel rope above them.

The lift had stopped, and the chair bounced loftily up and down from the sudden halt.

“Oh no, what happened now?” Anna groaned and sat back in her seat, holding on to the safety hanger before her.

“I don´t know. Maybe somebody has difficulties with entering or exiting the lift.” Kristoff shrugged, glancing over to the girl next to him.

“What´s the matter, cool girl? This normally doesn´t take long.”

“I know that.”

Anna said quietly, carefully bending to the side to get a notion of where they had come to this unwanted halt. Yeah, sure, right above a super deep gorge. Why could they not have stopped a few meters before the upper exit, or at least where the slope was crossing not that far below the lift… She didn´t like it. Not so far up high, with no moving, and dangling like an ape from the tree. Anna sat back again and closed her eyes, trying to breath away the flattering and uneasy feel in her stomach and to think of something down to earth…

A felt eternity they sat like that. It was nerve taking when Anna heard a soft voice from somewhere far…

“Are you alright?” Kristoff asked quietly, and his voice indicated that he was not making fun of her. She felt so silly, so unexplainably dumb… But she couldn´t help it… which did not increase her wellbeing.

“I think, I´m not feeling well.” She whispered timidly, tears threatening to embarrass her even the more.

"Are you scared of heights?"

“No. Not particularly… I don´t know. Just the feeling of… hanging here, so far up. Have you noticed that ravine?”

“Yes, I know. It´s not the coolest place for standing still. But don´t worry, I´m sure the lift will proceed in a jiffy.”

“How you know.”

“Lots of experience, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Sorry.”

“Like to talk, for distraction?”

“Don’t want to mess with your preference for silence.”

He chuckled and placed a hand to her shoulder.

“No need to play the hero, okay?”

“Hm. Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“No problem.”

And then they talked for a while, about how they had grown up, what they were working when they were not skiing, or hanging on a steel rope like now, which made Anna even giggle a bit. And then at some time, she started to relax a bit more, and feeling calmingly at ease with this friendly man, Anna shifted her weight to sit a bit more comfortably just to find herself an inch or two closers to Kristoff´s side.

He didn´t seem to mind, then he didn´t pull back from her.

“Are you sure, there is nothing wrong technically?” Anna now questioned. It had been quite a while by now since they sat like this.

“Hm. Yes, it is indeed a bit odd. Hang on.”

Kristoff pulled his mobile phone out of the front pocket of his jacket and then took the mitten from his right hand to scroll through his contacts, dialled a number and after a few beeps he had someone on the line.

"Hey Sven, what's up? Have you all gone home already or what?" He laughed.

He laughed! Was he crazy? That wasn't funny.

---

"Hm."

---

“Hm. Really? Oh shit.”

Shit? What was that???

---

“Hm. Yes, I understand. Yeah, right. Thank you. Yes, we will. Well, there is hardly a place we can go from here. You should see the spot we´re stuck.”

---

“A holiday-guest.”

---

“None of your concern. A girl.”

---

“Sven, see you, okay?”

---

Now, Kristoff glanced at the girl, shaking his head with amusement, and rolling his eyes playfully.

“Yes. Anna.”

---

“If you do that, I´ll strangle you own handed.

---

“Bye, Sven! And get that chairlift moving!”

Sighing, Kristoff put his phone back in his pocket, pulled the mitten back over his hand and shifted slightly in his seat.

"What was that? There's a technical problem, isn't there?"

"Yes, but nothing they can't fix. We just have to hang on... for a little while."

"A while? What kind of a while?"

Kristoff shrugged his shoulders, let out a long breath and raised his hand indeterminately.

“Who is that Sven, a friend of yours?”

“Hm, yes.”

“What did you mean when you said you would strangle him.”

Now, Kristoff groaned and rubbed a hand along his neck, glancing at her with a smirk.

“Believe me, you don´t want to know.”

“Yes, I´d like to know.”

“We could continue that discussion about how to build a perfect snowman…”

“You´re distracting, aren´t you?”

“Maybe.”

“What did he say?”

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"Come on! Pleeeaaase!"

She winked with a sly grin, for by now Anna thought Kristoff was a nice person to converse with and his friend's mysterious comment tickled her curiosity enormously.

Kristoff sighed. Somehow, he couldn't deny her the desire to be in the loop, and for some inexplicable reason her lovely blue eyes clouded his reason.

“When Sven heard that I sit here with a girl about my age, named Anna, he said that he could just as well leave us here over night, so I get the chance of meeting a lady properly, what - according to Sven - was about time.”

He chuckled blushingly about this prompt statement, scratching the back of his head in an awkward attempt to look totally easy.

Anna sat there with mouth agape, and flickering eyes now, leaning closer and putting a hand to Kristoff´s arm.

“He wouldn´t do that, no? I don´t want to be sitting here all night. Not that I would not want to sit with you all night… But not here….”

Now, there was a broad grin appearing on that friendly face and Kristoff´s brown eyes glinted with amusement.

“When we´re off that chairlift again, and then down the slope…”

“Yes?” Anna interfered nervously, realising her forward statement of before, feeling a bit girlish, but flattered…

“Would you like to go out with me to a less freezing place?”

“Would make talking easier and less chilly, right?”

Anna´s lips quivered by now, but her face felt hot, and her ears were burning, making her suddenly forget the dreadful gorge lurking below them....

And Kristoff laid his arm around her to wrap her in a warming embrace, which had Anna dreamingly melt into his side.

Kristoff liked Anna´s company, and he didn´t mind her talking at all. Her voice was soft and her beaming eyes narrating her tales in a way on their own fascinated him. The thought of getting to know her better thrilled him secretly.

And when Anna stated that if this had happened in summer, she´d call Sven personally to leave the technical fixing to the morning hours, they laughed heartily upon that disturbing but then again lucky incident

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Love Isn’t Always On Time Part Forty

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Notes: Not Beta-Read. Part forty. Holy moly. I just want to thank everyone that is reading this! Like I’ve said before, I posted this fic on a whim and the response that I’ve gotten has been absolutely insane! Thank you for all of your kind comments, likes, reblogs, and tags! You guys are the best!! Warnings: None for this chapter Summary: “Hey,” I heard. I hummed in response, groggy and not in the mood to be moved. I heard Bucky’s chuckle and a quiet, “Gotta wake up, doll, we’re here.”

“... What exactly do you think ‘inconspicuous’ means?” I asked Steve as I stared down at the blue Volkswagen Beetle he expected us all to squeeze into. “Right now it means ‘available’,” Sam argued, stepping around me as he added, “Shotgun!” I rolled my eyes, following him. “The only upside to this is I’m going to get to watch you fold yourself into this clown car,” I said before getting into the backseat. Bucky was already inside, head tipped back against the seat. I scooted a little closer, nudging my thigh against his. He opened one eye, giving me a sidelong glance and a smile before shutting his eyes again. I was tempted to curl up with him - my head still hurt a fair amount - but I wasn’t sure where he was with touch and I really didn’t want to push it. “Have you heard back from your friend yet?” I asked Sam. “He’s on his way, don’t you worry,” Sam said. I snorted, letting my head rest against the seat and my eyes fall closed as I mumbled, “When have I ever worried.” --

“Hey,” I heard. I hummed in response, groggy and not in the mood to be moved. I heard Bucky’s chuckle and a quiet, “Gotta wake up, doll, we’re here.” “’Doll’?” I heard Sam repeat from the front seat, irritation dripping from his tone. The two of them had been arguing for nearly the entire trip, and they’d been one bickering session away from Steve threatening to turn the car around (not that he would’ve been able to make good on that threat). “Don’t start, Wilson,” I yawned as I sat up. I heard Sam grumble as he got out of the car, something about ‘weird old-timey pet names’ and if he ‘ever tried to call someone that today they’d pop him one’. He waited patiently, though, holding down the front seat so that Bucky and I could climb out. “Is he always this much of a treat?” Bucky asked. I smiled, nodding, “That’s Sam for ya. C’mon,” I tacked on, climbing out of the car. “Barton,” I grinned at him as Wanda folded me into a hug, “Good to see you, circumstances aside.” “I know, I’d be happier if we were doing brunch,” Clint nodded to me. “You alright?” I asked lightly as Wanda leaned back. She nodded. “It was a ruder wake-up call than I was expecting, but one I needed,” She said quietly. “Viz?” I asked. She frowned, shaking her head a little - not now. “How about the other new recruit?” Steve asked. “He’s rarin’ to go,” Clint smiled, walking over to the van, “Had to put a little coffee in him, but--” I watched as the door open and a man startled awake as the door clicked into place and Clint added, “Should be good.” In the time it took him to get out of the van, I turned back to look at Bucky where he was still hovering back toward the beetle. He was looking around, keeping an eye out for anyone watching or coming close. When he caught my eye, he raised a brow. I nodded him toward us, but he shook his head a little. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to make sure someone was keeping an eye out or if he didn’t want to be clustered with people he didn’t know, but I didn’t push. I turned back in time to see Scott gripping Steve by the arms, as if checking for sturdiness. “Is this...?” I started, leaning into Wanda, who nodded. “From what I can tell, yeah, this is normal.” “We should get moving,” Bucky warned behind us. “We got a chopper lined up,” Clint reassured us. I tipped my head to the side at the sound of an announcement over the PA. “...They’re evacuating the airport,” Bucky translated. “Stark,” Sam grumbled. “Stark?” Scott repeated. “Suit up,” Steve ordered. “In the parking lot? Or do we get to take turns in the van?” I asked, nodding toward it. Wanda snorted. “You can be a smartass when we get out of this,” Steve said, chucking my chin with his knuckles before turning back toward the VW Beetle. “See, you say that as if I don’t know you’re going to be a smartass before then,” I pointed out, following him. -- “I don’t like this,” Bucky mumbled, leaning against the back of the VW. “I don’t love it, either,” I admitted, “But they’re not going to be looking for me the way they’re going to be looking for you and the others. If I can get to the chopper, get it started up, give you guys a bit of an easier escape--” “And stay back,” Steve tacked on, cowl in his hands. I turned back to look at him. “...Well, we’ll see about that,” I said, shrugging. “I’m serious,” Steve said firmly. “So am I. If you guys are in a jam and I can help, I’m going to and you know it,” I argued. Bucky sighed, taking hold of my hand, and I looked down at him. This felt so strange; I used to be the one that patiently waited while Bucky and Steve bickered. I squeezed Bucky’s hand. “We just got you back, Buck. We’re not losing you again.” Bucky looked at me, a small smile on his lips. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I fought the urge to press in for more. Now wasn’t the time. I lifted my head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. I looked up at Steve as he crowded closer to us. Steve’s hand slid over my lower back as he leaned in, kissing Bucky warmly. I rested my forehead against Steve’s shoulder as Steve rested his forehead against Bucky’s. “We have to go,” Bucky said softly, “We don’t have much time.” Tag list: @gloryevans @redryderdesigns @winter-scolder @aactuaaltraash @secretagentben @staplerrrr @elliee1497 @adayinmymeadow @allonszassbutt @mannls @witch-of-letters @niallssweetheart22 @uneniffler @rinthehufflepuff @panic-angel3314 @firstangeldragonranch @kaetastic @mcuwillbethedeathofme @skeletoresinthebasement @i-dont-know-what-im-doing-yay @kkaos15 @iamnotoverlyfondofwhatfollows @bassclarinety @tomshelbystits @rvgrsbrns @marvelmenarebeautiful @tenaciousperfectionunknown @intricate-melody @stuffandstuff-stuff @fanfuckingtastic04 @messybunnyartist @anescapefromtheworld @shesa-riott @bihoeofmanyfandoms @martyniasz @mamooska8

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Suptober Day 14 - Fun & Games

Overall Title: The Road Less Traveled

Overall Rating: Mature (may change to Explicit, we’ll see how it goes)

Tags: Castiel/Dean, mention of Sam/Eileen, Post-Season 15, ExAngel!Cas, MostlyRetiredHunter!Dean, Road Trip

(Note: all ficlets are unbeta’d. At the end of the month, I’ll wrap up whatever I manage to get written, clean it up, get it beta’d, and post to AO3. So please pardon any mistakes!)

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CHAPTER NINE - FUN AND GAMES

Words: 1093

Castiel gives a final wave to Jody and Donna as they board their winery tour bus with their fellow officers. They were headed to their next winery, but Castiel and Dean were heading back to Petaluma for the night - Dean wanted to be near the 101 so they might cross over the Golden Gate Bridge when they resumed their journey in the morning.

The tour bus pulls out of the parking lot and turns up the Silverado Trail, Jody and Donna leaning out of the window for a final wave goodbye. Raising his hand toward them a final time as they pull out of sight, Dean pulls Castiel towards him and pecks him lightly on the forehead.

“Did you want to drive again, sweetheart?”

Castiel shakes his head. “I’m too impaired to drive, Dean,” he starts, then pauses, studying Dean’s face with slightly bleary eyes. “Are you sober enough to drive? Perhaps we should find somewhere close by to stay the night instead…” Glancing around, he sees nothing but grape vines and the occasional farmhouse or adjacent winery, “although ‘close by’ might end up being further than you could manage, should we instead call an… what is it - Tuber or Luber or something - and come back for the Impala in the morni…”

Dean, laughing, cuts him off with a quick press of lips to his own. “I’m fine, Cas. I only had a couple glasses, you practically had the whole bottle and then some.” Dean’s eyes, verdant in the late afternoon sun, crinkle in the corners with merriment, and Castiel is utterly entranced by them; until he’s distracted instead by his full, plush, extremely kissable lips, now twisting up in barely contained amusement. “And, it’s ‘Uber’, babe.” No longer able to hold it in, he laughs again. “Although there might be a market for ‘Luber’ - getting your freak on in the back seat while someone drives you home!”

Castiel wrinkles his nose in mock distaste. “Dean, that is an abhorrent idea.”

Dean doubles over in gales of laughter. Castiel sighs and makes a show of rolling his eyes, but finds himself chuckling right along. Dean recovers and pulls Castiel close for another brief kiss before spinning him around and pushing him gently towards the Impala. “Let’s get going. We can stop and get some dinner and find a place to crash for the night.” Reaching the passenger side of the Impala, Castiel meets Dean’s eyes over the top of the car, and Dean waggles his eyebrows.

“We get there early enough, maybe I’ll call a Luber.”

Castiel rolls his eyes for real this time but doesn’t grace that absurdity with a response, climbing into the Impala. Dean joins him a second later, still chuckling.

He’s absolutely insufferable when Castiel is drunk.

Castiel sighs. He didn’t used to get drunk this easily. It used to take entire liquor stores; now it only took a bottle of wine.

As Dean starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot, Castiel pulls one of the bottles they purchased out to examine the label. 12.5 percent ABV. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but of course, he was mostly human now, with no grace to buffer the effects of the alcohol. But he finds he doesn’t really mind, It’s a rather pleasant feeling - fizzy and floaty and glowing.

They reach the highway, and Castiel is floating merrily along, watching the scenery blur by - when he’s shaken out of his reverie by a sharp punch to the shoulder.

“PUNCH BUGGY, GREEN!” Dean exclaims, jabbing a finger at a car just ahead of them on the highway, a green Volkswagen Beetle, circa 1972 if Castiel’s guess is correct (and it usually is; he has, as Dean calls it, “an absolutely ridiculous gift” for identifying automobile makes, models, and years). But it has never caused Dean to physically assault him before.

“I’m sorry, what?” Castiel fixes a puzzled glance at him.

“It’s a game!” Dean says gleefully. “You see a VW Bug, you gotta punch the other person and yell ‘punch buggy’ and the color of the Bug. First person to the punch wins”. He grins. “Sam and I used to play it all the time when we were kids, drove Dad nuts.”

Well, Castiel thinks, it seems to be an effective cure for inebriation; the fuzz clearing from his head as he begins to intently scan the surrounding area.

Castiel is nothing if not competitive.

His persistence pays off, as he spies a red 2006 Beetle on the other side of the highway and slugs Dean’s arm.

“Punch buggy, red!” he declares triumphantly.

“No way, man. Newer bugs don’t count. Has to be a classic Beetle, before 1998.” Dean smirked and lifted his hand, forming a fist. “I get to punch you back now.”

Castiel fumes at this seemingly arbitrary rule, but prepares for the blow, tensing and closing his eyes.

The blow never comes.

He opens his eyes, glancing over at Dean, and sees his hand resting back on the steering wheel, a devious grin on his face.

“Tell you what. All Bugs apply,” and the devious grin widens as he glances over to meet Castiel’s eyes. “But for post-1998 Bugs, instead of punching the other person, you have to give them a kiss.”

Castiel rolls his eyes. “Hardly a punishment, Dean. Besides, it will be very hard for you to kiss me while you’re driving.”

Dean nods sagely. “Very true. So we’ll keep count, and whoever catches the most New Bugs…” He pauses dramatically, the smile downright demonic now, “gets to decide what... game... we play tonight.”

Now this is a challenge Castiel can get behind.

“Very well, Dean. I accept your terms.”

“Oh, it’s on, babe. On like Donkey Kong!”

~~~ *** ~~~

Dean cheats, as he does; but it’s not enough to combat Castiel’s millenias-long experience with intense observation. Even having Castiel find them a motel for the night (“Sorry, sweetheart, someone has to do it, and I’m driving,”), by the time they arrive, Castiel claims a final Bug, pushing his count over Dean’s.

“Victory is mine,” he says as Dean turns the key in the lock and opens the door to their room, “and to the victor go the spoils.” He enters after Dean, closing the door behind them, then grabs Dean’s arm, pulling him back around and pushing him against the door, pressing him against it with his body.

From the pocket of his hoodie, he pulls out a small jar of honey he purchased at the winery.

“Hello, spoils.”

#suptober20 #art #fic #destiel

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