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crushedbyhyperbole · 2 months

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Whiskey on the Tongue

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You are the forbidden fruit Dean had always wanted to taste, and when you steal his whiskey the way you do, he is powerless to resist.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: This is my first ever Supernatural fic after having started watching the show just before Christmas. I know I'm late to the game but is it ever really too late to start loving a fandom? I've tried to make the reader generic in every way other than being cis-female, and Dean finding her hot.

It's been an absolute age since I wrote anything and probably longer since I posted anything here on Tumblr but I'm getting back into it now. Hopefully this finds its way to people in the Supernatural fandom who love a bit of Dean smut.

I hope you enjoy and, as always, I value your comments and feedback.

Warnings: Smut, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, mentions of people who have passed away, profanity as standard with pretty much everything I write.

*** Minors do not read or interact - 18+ content ***

Dean let his head fall back against the headboard, clenching his fists to try to distract himself from the deep ache in his left leg. It had been falling asleep for well over an hour now, but he didn’t want to move and disturb you.

The door to his room in the bunker was closed. Locked, in fact, though he did not remember doing it. You didn’t comment or so much as move when Sam brayed on the door and tried the handle, calling out for Dean to return his book. The very book that was in your hands right now.

“I need that book back, Dean.” Sam grumbled.

“Not now, Sammy!” Dean called back, hoping his little brother would just go away.

“I’m researching Nephilim to help Cas with the Kelly situation, Dean. It’s important.” Sam became more insistent.

“I said NOT NOW, SAM!” Dean hollered with a kind of finality that even Sam wouldn’t argue with.

Outside the door, Sam huffed and stalked away. Dean looked down to see you looking up at him from your position, lay on his bed. Your head was resting on his left calf, his leg bent with his foot tucked under his right knee. You had your knees up with your foot tapping along to his banging playlist, your jeans tight around your thighs and with your head tilted back he could see all the way down the deep V of your t-shirt.

He was going to hell. Straight there. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. And he probably deserved it.

He snapped his eyes up towards the ceiling but it was too late, he could feel himself stirring uncomfortably in his jeans. If Bobby was alive he would have skinned him raw just for having you in his room. Bobby was always protective of you, his niece. You were only a couple of years younger than Sam but Bobby had made himself very clear that you were off limits.

“If you touch one single hair on her body, I’ll make you regret the day your balls dropped. Do you hear me, boy?”

Bobby Singer. That man did not mince his words. And to this day, Dean had taken that threat as gospel. Even now that Bobby was up there with the Angels, that son of a bitch would find a way to keep his word.

You shifted, causing a painful twang to shoot up his leg. The reflexive grunt he failed to stifle made you look back up at him, giving him that glorious view again.

Dean decided he could die like this. If having a dead leg was a legitimate threat to his life, he would go out happy with the view of your rack in that lacy black bra he could see within the V-shaped window of that too-tight t-shirt.

He raised his eyes, once again to heaven, asking Bobby to forgive him or give him strength or something because – god help him – he wanted to take you right then and there.

It wasn’t unusual for you to seek him out after a case when you didn’t want to be alone, but you didn’t want to talk. You would just sit while he drank, reading or working on spells. You said he quieted the noise in your head. Hell, he wasn’t going to argue, you were a sight for sore eyes every time he came home. You were wicked hot and sexy in a non-slutty way. Not that slutty was bad. Dean liked slutty. But that wasn’t you, you were different.

A drink. That’s what was missing. Dean needed a damn drink, especially if you were going to torture him by laying on him all evening.

He reached over to his bedside unit, for the bottle he kept in there for special occasions. A bottle of twenty-five-year-old Speyside single malt that he liberated from the British Men of Letters on his last interaction with Ketch.

The pour made you stir again but it wasn’t until he raised the cut crystal tumbler to his lips did you move. Your hand came up and claimed the glass from underneath, twisting it as you sat up so as not to spill any.

“Where’s yours?”

The cheeky glint in your eye had him pursing his lips in mild annoyance.

“Don’t pout.” You lifted the glass, turning it until the mark left by his lips touched yours and you sipped, looking him straight in the eye.

Dean’s jaw went slack. The glisten of the whiskey on your lips and the satisfied hum you made when you swallowed – he swallowed unconsciously when you did – made his mouth go dry. He had never seen you like this.

You moved to kneel on the bed and walked your way slowly closer, giving his leg a tap; an instruction to move it aside. He did, causing pins and needles to infest his nerves like ants swarming on a log to escape a flood.

Knelt between his spread legs, you brought the glass to your lips again, sipping at the amber liquid. You leaned in.

Dean watched you, breathing shallow, attention rapt. You hadn’t so much as touched him, yet every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. The closer you got the shallower he breathed until he was almost holding his breath, looking down his nose at how close your lips were. His eyelashes looked to flutter against his cheeks just as yours did when you brushed your whiskey dappled lips against his.

He refused to lick where you had been. He couldn’t. As soon as he tasted, he would pounce, and…

“Don’t.” He croaked out when you moved to lay your lips on him once more.

You looked confused but at least you didn’t look hurt. He couldn’t bear it if you looked hurt because of him.

“Bobby…” Was all he could say through his constricting throat.

You smiled then, full of amusement, lips brushing against his, you whispered “he’ll understand.”

Dean tried not to respond to you but you coaxed his lips apart and teased your tongue to meet his, short circuiting his brain. The taste of the scotch and the sweetness of your mouth made him groan. He had fantasised about having you for years, but never did he think it would be you seducing him.

His hands on your hips guided you roughly to straddle him, the bulge in his jeans pushing up against you as you settled. He took the glass from your hands and downed the contents, his eyes on yours as he dropped the glass carelessly on the bedside unit.

Your lips met his again but this time you devoured each other, tongues stroking together, moans stifled by each other’s mouths. He trailed his hands up your body, dragging your t-shirt along with them. Finally, he could see what he had been having glimpses of this whole evening. Plush breasts cupped in scant lace that was completely impractical for a hunt, Dean realised, like you had meant to come here like this. You had intended this from the beginning.

He tore at the lace, dragging it under your breasts to free them, shoulder straps slipped down. Pawing at them like he had never touched a tittie before, all he wanted to do was suck and nip and nibble.

Your breathy sigh was divine, and the moan that followed was filthy. You cupped the back of his head as he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, pressing him further, asking for more.

While he worked on your breasts you undid his belt and fly, reaching into the front of his shorts to release him from the awkward angle at which he was trapped. You stroked him, firm but slow, feeling him for the first time. You had always wondered what he had going on down there that every woman he had ever been with would come back for more at the drop of a hat. You weren’t disappointed.

Dean lifted his hips, you thought to allow you to push his jeans down but instead he flipped you, making you squeal. Once under him, he ravished your breasts anew, pinching one nipple hard while licking and sucking the other. Soon you were a mewling mess, hips writhing, begging for something he hadn’t given you yet. Excited that he had taken control away from you, you watched him sit up and yank your jeans down, lifting your legs until they were bare. Your knickers followed and he spread your legs without preamble, lowering himself between your thighs until his hair and eyes were all you could see above your mound.

“Jesus Christ of Nazareth!”

You groaned as he suckled against your sensitive spot. Fuck, he was good with his tongue. Everything about him was good except his image. Bad boy Dean Winchester. He was every woman’s wet dream. He had been your wet dream since you were seventeen. But now you were plenty old enough and finally getting what you wanted.

Bobby had told you to stay away from him when you were a kid. Dean had a reputation as a ladies man even then, but he respected your uncle Bobby enough to keep his distance… until now.

Dean dipped two fingers inside, creating pressure in exactly the right spot. You gasped and gripped his hair as your pleasure began to crest, tugging on it for dear life. He looked up at you then, to see your eyes closed against the intensity of it, neck and face flushed red with your oncoming orgasm. When it came, the pulsing of your core was his sign to slow down. He left off his suckling and stroked you through the pleasure, watching you all the while. You were a beautiful mess.

“That’s my girl.” He praised you in that deep rough tone you adored, helping prolong your climax until you took his hand away yourself. “Are you ready for me?”

You nodded, allowing him to lift your knees up and stroke the weeping tip of his cock over your swollen clit.

From the front pocket of the jeans he still wore, he pulled a foil packet with Trojan embossed on it. He was swift with its application, aiming his tip just so.

When he slid home, your eyes rolled back and you reached to grip his forearms. It was something Dean would never get tired of seeing but it felt that much different with you. You were the forbidden thing he had always wanted but could never have. Even now he didn’t know whether he would come to regret this. God, he hoped not.

Balls deep in you, he leaned forward to kiss you, wrapping your legs around his hips. His instinct was to fold you in half and pound the living shit out of you, but you were already overwhelmed and he wanted to make this soft for you.

“Tell me what you need.” He spoke softly as he nuzzled your neck.

“Just you, like this.” You sighed. Who knew Dean Winchester was a considerate lover.

His slow, measured thrusts brought you closer to the edge, your core fluttering each time, he could feel it. It surprised him how quickly is climax built at this pace, but the added connection you both shared seemed to turn him on. He would never give up Busty Asian Babe porn but he could get used to this with you.

You didn’t close your eyes against the pleasure this time, you watched him come undone above you, gasping as his orgasm made his legs and arms shake, muscles clenched tight to keep his weight from collapsing on you. When he swelled you dug your fingers into his hips to pull him deeper with each stroke, and when he spilled you also came, eyes fluttering shut finally.

Dean knelt up, slipping the rubber off as soon as he was clear of you and, tying a knot in the end, tossed it in the direction of the trash can.

“Shot.” You said with a smile as the sticky bundle went straight in the can.

He quirked and eyebrow and give you a slightly smug lopsided smirk that said: What can I say? I don’t miss.

When you moved to sit, he stopped you.

“Here, lemme get that.”

“Thanks.”

He stripped his t-shirt off and used it to clean up the wetness between your legs. Though none of it was his, it would still dribble when you moved. Afterwards he tucked it under your ass and flopped down on the bed at your side, moving his arm behind your head so you could rest it on his chest. You were both content. Both had goofy grins on your faces. Both disbelieving that you had finally gotten what you wanted.

A loud knock at the door started you.

“Are you done?” Sam said. “I need that book.”

“NO!” You and Dean shouted back in unison, laughing afterwards.

“Bobby’s gonna kill you.” Sam called back through the door.

“I KNOW!” Dean yelled gruffly, pulling you closer.

There might be a time in the future where the ghost of Bobby Singer came to make him regret the day his balls dropped and, if it happened, Dean would be happy to see him again. In the meantime, you and he could work on a whole bunch of reasons to make the cranky old bastard come down from up high for a visit.

Dean pulled the sheets over both of your heads, nibbling at your neck until you moaned his name. Aside from the roar of Baby’s engine, he had found his new favourite sound.

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floralcyanide · 7 days

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ʙᴏʙʙʏ's ɢɪʀʟ

(joe rantz x fem!reader)

Joe has a major crush on you, but you're Bobby's girl. Or so he thinks.

✣ warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting

✣ word count: 1.4k

✣ author’s note: I wish I had more time to work on this, but I've been busy with work, and a friend has been in town so ): I will definitely post more Joe though. hopefully it'll be better quality lol I just wasn't sure of what to write for Joe specifically so this is sort of a brain dump.

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

Joe Rantz has a major crush on you, but you’re Bobby’s girl- or that’s what he thought.

The first time Joe sees you is when the team meets Bobby, their new coxswain. You had tagged along as you followed Bobby everywhere he went, as he did you. The two of you were as thick as thieves. It made Joe a little jealous because he thought you were attractive, and Bobby didn’t seem like the type to have a girl on his arm all the time. Don’t get him wrong, Joe respects Bobby. But he seemed more focused on other things rather than dating. Joe watched you that whole day when his attention wasn’t on rowing. As the weeks of practice continued, the more the boys got to know you. Plus, the more they improved, the more you cheered them on. You took pride in getting the boys in the boat to do better than before. And the more you pushed them from the dock, much like Bobby did in his seat, the more they showed out for you, especially Joe. Joe would catch you smiling at him, and he’d smile back but would quickly recover. You’re Bobby’s girl.

After the team’s first win, you’re glued to Bobby’s side at the celebratory party. Joe tries to keep his eyes off you and your stunning outfit but fails most of the night. At one point, you separate from Bobby to converse with Don and Chuck for a little while. Then, you find Joe, who is tucked away in the back of the gymnasium. He quickly looked away from you, not to give himself away.

“Enjoying the party?” you ask, nursing your punch glass.

“Not really my scene,” Joe shrugs.

“Oh,” you nod, “What is your scene, then?”

“The library, usually. Or the boat, of course.”

“I’d say so. You’re great at rowing. I love watching you all.”

Joe blushes at that, “I’m glad.”

Suddenly, Bobby pulls the needle off the record player on stage, forcibly introducing Don as the live music for the night. You and Joe watch, amused, as the boys shove Don across the stage and to the piano bench. Don dug his heels into the stage floor the best he could, to no avail. He nervously looks out at the crowd before beginning to play.

“Wanna dance?” you ask Joe.

He hesitates for a moment before answering, “Sure.”

The two of you dance along to the music, singing along as well. Joe tries not to let himself get too deep in his head about how close you are to him. You sense this, trying not to get too handsy despite your inner desire to. You leave room between the two of you for it to be casual. When the song ends, you kiss Joe on the cheek and go to find Bobby. Joe’s cheek burns the rest of the night as he reaches up to brush his fingers across it a few times. He wanted to make sure what had happened was real.

Bobby encourages you to tag along with the team to the East Coast. This race was significant for the boys and would throw them off if you weren’t there. Bobby especially- Joe even more. On the train there, you sit with Bobby. You’re mid-conversation about the paper he’s reading when suddenly, Joe lunges at Chuck. You hurry to stand from your seat and pull them apart, following Joe to the other side of the train when he hurries away from the group.

You stand there momentarily as Joe catches his breath, his face beet red.

“What was that all about?”

Joe brushes you off, not making eye contact. You sigh and sit next to him.

“Chuck probably didn’t mean it like that, Joe,” you put a hand on his shoulder, “Even if he did, you know his jokes are shit anyway.”

Joe cracks a smile at that, glancing over at you without moving his head, “Yeah.”

Before you can say anything else, Chuck comes to apologize, and you get up and leave them to it. When you return to your seat, Bobby is smirking knowingly.

“What?” you ask, already knowing what’s gonna come out of his mouth.

“Nothing,” Bobby says, returning his eyes to the paper he was still reading.

“Just say it,” you sigh.

“You guys should kiss already.”

You snort, “I don’t think Joe likes me like that, Bobby.”

“It’s so obvious,” Bobby slams his paper down on his lap, “He’s so obvious, you’re so obvious. Just get together!”

But of course, it’s not that easy. Joe keeps his distance, so you keep yours out of respect for him.

Securing the win to head to the Olympics meant preparing to go to Berlin. So, training and practice is never-ending. The stress is, too, and it bleeds into you and Bobby’s usually chill dynamic.

Everyone had already left the gymnasium except Joe one day after strenuous practice. He decided to piddle around for a little while. He had nowhere else to be, anyway. Joe sees you and Bobby getting into it by the boat and hangs back to eavesdrop.

“You have got to get your head in the game, Bobby! Stop worrying about everything else and keep your focus on the team.”

“It’s kind of hard when he’s making mistakes because he can’t stop thinking about you. It’s becoming a problem, and I think you need to fix it.”

Joe’s ears perk up at that. He couldn’t possibly be talking about him, right? That’s when you shove Bobby into the water. You wish he’d realize it isn’t that easy to solve.

Bobby resurfaces, pushing his hair from his eyes, “You bitch!” he squeaks in shock.

You start laughing like a maniac at his expression, and Joe is left wondering what is really going on between you and Bobby.

“What’s going on here?” Joe steps out, walks to the dock, and offers Bobby a hand from the water.

“Typical sibling banter,” you wave Joe off.

“Sibling?”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m Bobby’s adopted sister.”

Joe’s face is one of shock. Bobby is behind the blonde, keeping him from throwing you into the water next.

“Makes sense now,” Joe chuckles, blocking Bobby, “If I were you, I’d skedaddle.”

You make a run for the gymnasium quickly, Bobby trailing just a little behind. Joe shakes his head, relieved that you aren't Bobby’s girl. From then on, he paid more attention during practice now that he wasn’t plagued with thoughts of you and Bobby together.

The Olympics come quickly, and you’re nearly as nervous as Bobby. Berlin is an interesting sight, considering every surface is covered in Nazi propaganda. You can sense Bobby’s nervousness about it and try your best to ease him. Being someone of Jewish descent in a place like this was not easy. Don isn’t doing too well health-wise when you all arrive and skips out on the opening ceremony. You watch the USA walk with pride from the stands, your eyes on Joe the whole time.

You’re a ball of nerves during the qualifying race, but of course, that goes away when Bobby pulls his magic stunt, and the boys win yet again, making an Olympic record. You’re beyond proud and can’t wait for how they compete for Gold.

The day comes for the final race, and when Bobby starts off delayed, your heart jumps out of your body. You’re on pins and needles the whole time, urging the boys to push. When the results of who won aren’t immediately apparent, you hold your breath and hope and pray, even, that your boys won. And sure enough, the USA takes the gold. You shoot up from your seat, cheering louder than anyone else around. When you finally are able to meet up with the team, you slam into Bobby full force in a bone-crushing hug.

When you pull away, Joe immediately approaches you and wraps his arms around you.

“You did it!” you grin.

“We did it,” Joe smiles, “But we couldn’t have done it without you and Bobby.”

You and Joe stare at each other momentarily, and Joe seems to be deep in thought about something.

“Just kiss me, Joe,” you blurt, your arms still around his neck.

Joe throws caution to the wind and kisses you in front of the whole world, finally able to breathe with you pressed against him. The boys cheer, and Bobby stands there with his arms crossed, shaking his head with a smile. Finally, you have taken your leap of faith. But you were a stubborn Moch, after all.

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keep-on-burnin · 1 year

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this short little piece was requested by my lovely friends, you know who you are😇 enjoy some drunk and lovey bob<3 also unedited cause I’m lazy ;)

the only sounds in the house were the washing machine rumbling quietly in the background and an old record you’d thrown on. You sat lounging on the couch of your living room, book in hand and half empty wine glass on the table. A stupid rom-com that you weren’t too interested in played on mute across your TV screen. The sun had already set and the sky was now filled with stars. A cool breeze from the ocean blew into your little home through a slightly cracked open window, gifting a pleasant scent of salt water.

You didn’t get much alone time nowadays. All the hustle and bustle that comes along with being a US Naval Aviator rarely let up, and when it did, you’d usually be enjoying a few pints and a round of pool at the Hard Deck with your fellow officers. Tonight though, you’d decided to let Bob go off on his own in favour of finishing a couple loads of laundry and a bottle of wine.

It was nice every once in a while to have time alone with yourself to catch up on all the missed self-care. Bob was always good at reminding you to take care of yourself, though he was kind of a hypocrite.

Tonight was yours to unwind and his to let loose. He was always the one to stay sober at the Hard Deck, politely declining every beer in favour of a glass of water to ensure that both of you and your friends had a way of getting home safe. He was ever the gentleman. Before he left though, you had told him to go have fun and if he needed you would pick him up when he was ready. So, it was quite the surprise to hear the crunching of gravel in your driveway and the sight of old yellow headlights beaming through your open window.

You heard faint slurred sentences of, “I can walk by myself,” obviously Bob, and “You’re plastered, Robert” which could be non other than Rooster.

You could only assume that Bradley was the designated driver tonight, poor soul. You’d had your fair share of DD nights and taking care of drunk aviators was not easy, especially a light-weight like sweet Bobby.

The sound of your front door flying open and a muttered “shit” could be heard from the entry way. You thought about getting up to help your boyfriend, but ultimately decided to sit back and enjoy the show. In your defense, you never got to see Bob drunk, like, ever. Once he passed through the threshold into your softly lit living room you realized just how drunk he really was. His normally gelled back and neat hair was askew, his cobalt eyes drooping, and his signature tipsy smirk was sitting on his lips.

He leans, a little ungracefully, against the doorway.

“Honey, I’m home!” He chirps, that stupid smirk growing wider.

Shaking your head and huffing out a laugh, you slide your bookmark into place and set your paperback next to your now empty wine glass.

“How was your night?” You ask, already full well knowing it must’ve been great.

Bob doesn’t move from his spot against the door frame, he just looks at you and smiles. That fucking smile that makes you weak in the knees. Thank god you’re sitting on the couch or you probably would’ve fallen face first into the carpet, but despite that, you rise to your feet and make your way over to him. Once you’re standing close enough, Bob practically throws all of his body weight on you, making you stumble back a couple steps. You laugh heartily as you let him nuzzle your neck and leave kisses along your skin.

“Night was good. I missed you though.” He confesses, breathing in the subtle scent of your perfume and sighing out once you begin to comb your fingers through his soft hair.

Moments like these were your favourite. Just you and Bob in your own little world, loving each other, holding each other. It was true bliss.

After a few minutes, Bob pulls his face away from your neck and smiles a lopsided, lovesick grin at you. Oh yeah, he’s hammered.

“How much did you drink?” You ask with a giggle, moving your hand down from his hair to the side of his face.

“Too much tequila.” He all but whispers, not wanting to speak too loudly in fear that this moment between you two would end. His soft eyes bore into yours, and now your sporting the same lovesick smile he is. Bob begins to sway back and forth slowly to the new song on the record. Of course it’s a classic love song from the 50’s that he knows by heart, so he sings it to you. It’s romantic, slurred words and all.

It truly feels like a movie. You and Bob dancing under the soft yellow light of the living room, one of you tipsy from wine, the other one plastered from tequila and cheap beer and both smiling like idiots in love.

The silence was nice and comfortable, until Bob said something you’d never thought would come out of his mouth, especially in this state.

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” You ask back in disbelief, chuckling at the very sudden question.

Bob would normally recoil while his pretty face flushed with a dark pink, but drunk Bob is a different breed. He just smiles wider, if that’s even possible, before continuing,

“I love you so much honey, and I wanna love you everyday for the rest of my life.”

The confession surprises you to say the least, but you know that drunk words are sober thoughts, you also know that sober Bob has probably been stressing about that question since the day he met you. So of course, with a teary eyed smile you answer his question by saying,

“Ask me again when you’re sober” and you sealed the deal with a kiss.

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rose-pearls · 8 months

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Office hours - Part 2

Part 2 of this story: Bradley and you can't stand your bosses flirting/arguing so you decide to get them together.

Relationships: Icemav, bob x hangman (mentioned), Bradley x reader

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain (open for every fandom)

Top Gun taglist: @bisexual-watermelons (open)

“Do you know what Mav just sent me?”, Bradley asks as he falls down on the chair in front of your desk, a pout on his lips.

“I don’t, and it’s still weird you call him Mav when you are at the office.”, you say, and Bradley rolls his eyes before turning back to you.

“He has just told me that he won’t be coming in today because he is ‘too busy’.”, Bradley says with air quotes, and you can’t help but snort.

“Too busy with Iceman probably.”, Bradley looks disgusted at the words, and you laugh at that.

“That is my godfather you are talking about.”, he says, and you shrug your shoulders.

“Not my fault they finally have gotten their heads out of their asses and are enjoying some alone time.”, you say, and Bradley still looks slightly disgusted but there is a soft smile on his lips.

“Alright love birds break it off.”, Jake says as he barges into your office, and you can’t help but sigh in answer.

“Does no one knock in this office?”, Jake simply ignores you before sitting down and giving you your favorite coffee order.

“And that is why you are my favorite.”, you tell the blond and receive a smirk in response while Bradley scoffs.

“Now that we all know that I’m your favorite, I need some advice.”, this surprises you and as you look at Bradley, you see him with an equally surprised face.

“Shoot.”, Bradley says, and Jake lets out a dramatic sigh.

“I met with Bobby yesterday and it was perfect, I mean that man is the most perfect human being on earth.”, Jake continues to ramble about how perfect Bob is in every way before you roll your eyes and interrupt him.

“Why do you need advice?”, Bradley nods, looking relieved that Jake isn’t waxing poetry anymore about Bob.

“I need to figure out how to woo him.”, there is a silence for a moment before Bradley starts laughing, quiet loudly, until he sees that Jake is serious.

“Wait, you are serious?”, Jake rolls his eyes at the words before letting out a sigh.

“Bob seems to think that I am a player.”

“He is not wrong.”, you say and Jake glares at you but you just smirk back.

“So, I need to show him that I am serious and that I only want him.”, Jake says, and you can’t help but look him over, he seems a little bit scared and desperate, which is something you never thought you would see on Jake.

“Well, why don’t you start off with little gestures. Discover what he likes, like flowers or maybe he is someone that prefers to spend time together. Find little things that will make his heart flutter and will show him that you truly care.”, there is a hopeful smile on Jake’s lips before he jumps out of his chair and kisses your cheeks with a loud smack. Leaving you in shock and Bradley with wide eyes.

“Thank you so much!”, Jake says before leaving, ignoring Bradley’s stuttering about how you are his girlfriend.

“That man is something.”, you can’t help but say as you take a sip from your coffee and Bradley agrees grumpily.

“Aw common Brad, he just kissed my cheek to thank me for helping him find a way to ‘woo’ Bob.”, you say teasingly but Bradley seems to still be pouting so you get up from your chair and go stand in front of him.

“Talk to me.”, you tell him softly and he lets out a sigh before bringing you closer to him, between his legs.

“I just, don’t like it when other people touch you, especially without your consent. And because I get jealous of them touching you, when I’m the only one that should.”, you feel yourself shiver at his heated gaze and his hands that are wandering along the lines of your body.

“Good thing you are the only one touching me.”, you whisper, and Bradley brings you into a heated kiss, making you sit down on his lap.

The kiss is far more heated than it should be, at work, but you can’t stop yourself from kissing him just as fervently. His hands are running across your body before gripping your ass, making you gasp into his mouth and giving him the opportunity to kiss you even deeper. You can feel him getting harder against you and you rock yourself against him, enjoying the breathless moan from him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t come into work today but-”, the door is flown open, and you nearly fall from Bradley’s lap from the surprise but his strong hands on your ass stops you from falling. The both of you turn around to find Maverick and Iceman in the doorway of your office with mouth wide open.

“Told you.”, Iceman says with a smirk, and you feel confused for a moment before Maverick grumbles and gives Iceman a crumbled dollar bill.

You scramble off of Bradley’s lap and you try to get yourself back together, but it seems a bit more difficult than you thought it would be.

“So sorry sir.”, you say quickly as you sit back down at your desk, but Iceman only has a bright smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’m happy that the two of you are together, you should come by for family dinner.”, Iceman says, and you can’t help but look at him in shock.

“I – I would love to sir.”, you say and Iceman smiles happily before looking at the two of you with a cold gaze.

“However, don’t let me or anyone else catch you in this kind of position. Is that clear?”, he says, and you feel slightly scared at the cold blue eyes.

“Yes sir.”, you tell him, and Ice seems satisfied, Maverick is looking at Iceman with so much love in his eyes you feel like he is going to explode but there is something else in there that you don’t want to think about.

“Yes Ice, but make sure you and Uncle Mav don’t get found into a similar position.”, there is that cheeky smile on Bradley’s face and you can’t help but look at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah that is all Maverick’s fault.”, your boss says, and you can’t help but laugh as Maverick rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t hear you complain old man.”, Maverick says with a smirk and Ice rolls his eyes.

“I’m one year older than you.”

“Still one year.”, the two are looking at each other with heated gazes and you suddenly feel like you are interrupting something.

“Not that we don’t enjoy your company but keep this foreplay between the two of you and between locked doors.”, Bradley says, and Ice seems to try and say something, but nothing comes out. Maverick rolls his eyes and drags Iceman out of your office with a smirk on his lips.

“We are taking our lunch break it will be of an hour.”, there is a smirk on his lips before he closes the door, and you look back towards Bradley.

“They really can’t keep it in their pants.”, you say and Bradley snorts in answer.

“What do you say we lock that door of yours and get back to what we were doing.”, he whispers, a seductive smile on his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

“Better do it quickly Bradshaw because time is ticking.”, that is the only thing you need to say before your boyfriend locks the door and brings you into another heated kiss.

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Me and mom just finished season 5 of spn. I cried like a baby because fuck me I forget how beautiful Swan Song is.

Mom loveddd the finale was great but says the show should have ended with Dean settling down, Sam in the cage Bobby hunting and cas in heaven (I 100% agree even though I’m glad we have 10 more seasons).

She believes chuck is more than a prophet given his last scene.

She doesn’t believe that Dean would ever actually settle down and give up hunting; that Sam would be the more likely one to do that not Dean. She feels it’s a tad ooc but understands he’s doing it because Sam asked.

The very iconic line of: “Not for nothing CAs, but the last person who looked at me like that got laid 😉” had her do a double take because hello Dean why did you say that to a man you are in a platonic relationship with and suggestively winked????? The Destiel is getting harder for her to ignore and she’s really starting to see why people think they were a thing/everything.

She almost started crying when both cas and Bobby died.

She was shocked to see Sam out of the cage at the end; she turned to me and asked who pulled him out and all I said was we have to find out in season 6 and she groaned. Like yes now understand the spn pain.

All in all she enjoyed season 5 immensely. I’m unsure how she’ll react to season 6. In find of season 6 but I know for a lot of people it just didn’t sit well so we’ll see.

I’ll post more of her thoughts when we get in a couple of episodes of the seasons probably tomorrow.

#supernatural #destiel #spn

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I really enjoyed this episode! Without spoilers, it felt like the 911 that we all love a-la season 3 kinda feeling. The characters felt connected rather than disconnected like they were in season 6 and some in season 5. The 911 calls were the perfect length, nothing lingered unnecessarily, again unlike in season 6 where that was an issue. And I really enjoyed the theme of relationships, romantic relationships in particular, and examining if the relationship is healthy or perhaps going stagnant.

🌟 Now on to my Spoiler Thoughts for 7x1 in no particular order. 🌟

-Marisol was legit on screen for maybe 3 seconds, and Eddie even mentioning her was to say “oh I’m dating a woman.” We really got nothing from it beyond, to me at least, some cringe. That’s it. 😆 Bruh, this is really giving “yeah she won’t be around that long,” cause she wasn’t presented as particularly important.

- Marisol was helping chaperone Chris’s date? Ngl that’s a bit weird if she and Eddie haven’t been dating long, but perhaps that’s just me. I’m so curious how Chris even feels about Marisol. Does he think, “Doesn't matter, she probably won’t stay”?? Does Chris only like Marisol because it seems to make Eddie happy, but that’s the extent? So curious.

- Omg Eddie wants Bucks to talk to Chris, a player apparently, because at one time Buck was one. Like father, like son.

- Again loved this theme of couples just seeing if they’re doing well, are they stagnant, and just what’s important to them.

- Oh gosh, Chris sees that no matter how nice or good you are, he thinks the girl will still leave. Like his mom. Godddd. </3 And this also shows that Chris still thinks highly of his dad. He sees that his dad is a good guy, but women in his life still leave. Goddddddd.

- Bye Natalia, you will not be missed. Buck and Natalia broke up off screen because “all she wanted to talk about was death.” And thus I liked Eddie’s comment to Buck, “Welcome back to the living.” Indeed!

- I’m into this exploration of Bobby and Athena seeing what they are “without all the chaos.” Poor Bobby he was trying so hard with Athena on this cruise, being so patient. And don’t think I didn’t miss his heavy implication of, “we can just stay in bed the rest of the time ;)).”

- Soooo much Eddie on my screen THANK GOD. 💕💕💕

- Sooo much Buck and Eddie! Together! Being friends and helping each other out in parenting!!!

- Hen being one hell of a captain. 💕

- All three parents - Eddie, Buck, and Shannon - sitting in the same spot on Chris’s bed. 🫠

- I’d been wondering for so long about Chris’s thoughts about Shannon. So he did recognize that she left. Based on him reading the letter and standing the picture back up, I’m guessing…. he’s at peace now about his mom? Or getting there??

- Honestly I loved the hot tub 911 call where Eddie was so compassionate about calming down the woman. It was a funny scene, but not cringey. Ryan and the actress played it with such sincerity that it worked.

- This episode was definitely a good intro for new viewers. It shows the Buckley-Diaz family of it all, Buck and Eddie with a very close friendship, Hen in a captain role, Chimney and Maddie and their upcoming marriage talk, Shannon and who she is to Eddie and Chris, Buck is single, Eddie is dating but you really don’t need to know more about the who fghjhkb, and how close the 118 are.

- There were quite a few callbacks to episodes in seasons 2 and 3, which was so neat to see.

- Shirtless Eddie…. 🫠 Buck saw it too mmmmm. 🫠 - Maddie and Chimney were so cute. =)))

- This whole pirates or whatever they are taking over the cruise ship story is fun! Can’t wait to see how it continues to play out. - Eddie is a nester. Hmmmm. And Buck pointing out - something about he and Shannon barely dating before she got pregnant and boom! Marriage.

- Buck and Eddie being battle boyfriends. 😌💕

I think I got everything haha. Again, what a great start to the new season! I'm feeling good about what's to come. =D

#911 spoilers #9-1-1 #my thoughts #long post

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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You don't know how much I ideas I have for you lol 😭

Reader x Steve but they get locked in their job during closing time 💀and then they pass the time by getting to know each other until someone comes recuse them! Then they admit their feelings

13. "Well this is awkward." Oblivious idiot Steve who's not that oblivious??? omg. 🎂 bday prompts list 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warning: mean reader (she's very sorry), smutty implications... dom!Steve (if you squint) wc: 1.1k

"You've got to be kidding me," Steve tried pulling the doors again, but they just rattled and stayed locked. Obviously.

"I don't think they're going to have magically unlocked since the last time you tried," you sighed, sitting back on the chair behind the counter. "I'll try Keith."

Keith, your delightful manager, had been distracted all day. He had a date planned for tonight, something he'd told you at least 100 times throughout your shift. This had led to him completely forgetting about you and Steve in the back room when he'd locked up for the night.

"He'll be at the restaurant, or movies, or minigolf. I don't know where he said he was going I wasn't listening."

"I'm hoping he's gone home to get ready," you said as you held the phone up to your ear. Keith answered after the fifth ring. "Keith! You left before Steve and I could leave and now we're locked inside."

He sounded distracted. "Oh, is there a spare key in the back office?"

"The back office is locked," you said, looking at Steve who was fiddling with the lock on the front door.

"Right. I'm busy right now, I can come and unlock the door after my date."

You sighed, "when's that going to be?"

"Depends if I get lucky-"

You cut him off with a groan, "that is for sure an HR violation."

Keith huffed on the other end of the line. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll be there in a few hours, okay? Why don't you start inventory?"

"Will you pay us?"

He hesitated. "No."

"See you soon Keith," you hung up with a groan, putting your feet up on the counter. "He said he'd be a few hours."

"Do you have a hair pin? I could probably pick this lock," Steve asked, peering through the keyhole.

"Have you ever actually done that, or is that just something you've seen in the movies?"

"It can't be that hard. You just stick it in, wiggle it around and boom." He looked at you, a growing grin on your face. "Right?"

"My my my." Steve looked a little confused. "Stick it in and wiggle it around? Are all the ladies that lucky, Harrington?"

"Shut up," he mumbled, turning back to the door.

You pulled a bobby pin out of your hair, tossing it to Steve, which he didn't catch. "Knock yourself out, Macgyver."

Steve spent the next ten minutes trying to pick the lock, while you watched; half with curiosity, half with keen amusement. He only stopped when the bobby pin broke in half.

"Well this is awkward." You grinned, watching as Steve groaned and slumped against the front door. "You stuck it in and wiggled just a little too hard and it snapped." When he didn't respond, you elaborated. "See, I'm using the bobby pin as a metaphor for your dick and saying you're bad at sex."

"I got it the first time, thanks," he sounded a little defeated.

You continued, "I guess it shows you're enthusiastic, if not a little clumsy. But some girls like that. They find it endearing."

This had been your relationship with Steve for the past few months, since you'd worked at family video. You'd known him in high school, back when he'd been King Steve. He'd been a dick to you then, and now that he had fallen from grace, you'd taken pleasure at reminding him of his social awkwardness. Something you'd confided in Robin about after she'd asked why you enjoyed pissing Steve off.

"And do you find it endearing?" He asked casually, his head leaning back against the window. You stared blankly at him, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You said some girls find it cute when a guy is clumsy. Do you?"

Steve wasn't suppose to fight. The banter between you had always been one-sided, you were not prepared for him to bite back.

The truth was you did find Steve cute. You'd always thought he was good looking, even in high school. Although his personality had knocked his attractiveness down a few levels back then. But now you could unashamedly say he was handsome. He was a loyal friend to Robin, he was nice to those kids that were always hanging around him, and he'd even been respectful of Nancy and her new relationship. Steve Harrington had turned in to a nice guy. So why did you keep having to piss him off? You weren't even trying to at this point. It was just happening naturally.

"What, no witty remark? You haven't even answered my question."

"Well this is awkward."

"I'm just asking a question, you're the one who constantly brings up my sex life and makes shit awkward."

"Is it much of a sex life if you're not having sex?"

"See, there you go again. Why?"

You groaned. “I don't know, I can't help it.”

"I think you're jealous,” he admitted.

"Jealous?" You asked slowly.

"Yeah, jealous.” He was smirking now, "I think you have a crush on me."

"Me? Have a crush on you? Did you rattle that door too hard and smack your head? You're delusional, Harrington."

"You wouldn't be denying it so much if it wasn't true."

He'd seen right through you and figured it out even before you had. You had a crush on Steve Harrington.

"I only bring it up because it's mutual."

"You like me?" You stood up, stepping out from behind the counter to see him better.

He shrugged, "yeah, is that so hard to believe?"

"But I've been so mean to you," you whispered, sliding down the window to sit next to him.

"Some guys find that endearing," his smile was small. "Look, I know I was a dick to you when we first met and throughout high school. Robin told me what you said, so I get it. And I deserved it. But I've changed over the past year, I was hoping you'd eventually see that."

Your eyes were wide, and you nodded. "I have seen it, Steve. I know you're a good guy. I'm sorry for making fun of you, I think it's a protective shell."

"Like a ninja turtle?"

"Like a ninja turtle," you smiled. "Maybe if we ever get out of here, we could see a movie?"

"Or," he glanced around the store. "We could watch one now?"

"Deal. Teen Wolf?"

"Sure, I'll get the snacks," he stood up, holding out his hand to help you up. When you stood up, he pulled you close to him. “And by the way, when we eventually sleep together, you be too busy cumming to find it endearing.”

- Y'all remember that episode of Superstore where they get trapped in the store because the doors are controlled by corporate? That was my thought when I was writing this lol

#waratah-moon's birthday 2023 #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #stranger things #maggie writes

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Cars/Planes Headcanons!!!!

MUSIC EDITION

CARS

Lightning - he would definitely listen to all the songs from the whole Cars Series like "Real Gone", "Life is Highway" or "Ride". Personally, I think he would be a fan of Imagine Dragons and The Score.

Mater - in my opinion, our lovely tow truck would listen to country songs, most often from Brad Paisley, possibly a few songs from musicals

Sally- Personally, I think she would be a huge ABBA fan. Just imagine her singing this band's songs as she works

Doc - I don't think our legendary Hudson Hornet would be addicted to music, but I know he wouldn't despise "Everybody Wants To Rule World" and "Nothing else matters" (he would despise today's music, saying that the 80's was the best)

Luigi -he could certainly be a fan of jazz and swing. I feel like this music brings back memories for him

Guido - in the case of a pit stop champion, I believe he would listen to some accapella. I don't know why, it just seems that way to me

Ramone- seems to be a guy who listens to rap/punk (I don't know what to call it) Something like "Gangsta's Paradise" or "Punk Tactics"

Flo - The Rolling Stones. She. is. Just. Big. Fangirl. Of. It.

Red-well, our sensitive guy could listen to lofi music, which always helps him to organize his thoughts and calm down

Fillmone -would be a fan of Michael Jackson. He would love his voice and his favorite song would be "Heal the World"

Sarge-I don't think he would have any fun with music. He would listen to whatever is playing in the background

Lizzie-like some hits from the 30s. She'd definitely mention Stanley on "It's been a long long time"

Mack- he would have a lot of fun listening to Skillet. Every time he goes somewhere, he'll vibe to one of these songs

Sheriff- he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he loves musical songs. Especially "From now on" from The Greatest Showman

Cruz - QUEEEEENN!!! SHE WOULD BE A HUGE FAN OF THIS BAND! I even have a vision of her excitedly sitting at the premiere of "Bohemian Rhapsody" (her favorite song is "Show must go on")

Finn: Did you think Mack was a big Skillet fan? Look at this agent. He would go to every concert because he thinks this band is badass. Just like Fall out Boy. He plays these songs EVERY TIME when he's on some mission (in one earphone of course) Sometimes he'll listen to "Warriors" by Imagine Dragons

Holley - I think she would like to listen to Katy Perry. It was her childhood idol and now her songs help Holley to cheer her up

Chick-probably would listen to typical rap

Strip - our king would be a fan of The Weekend. His favorite song would be "Pray for me"

Cal- Like his uncle, he would love The Weekend, but he wouldn't disdain Imagine Dragons

Bobby-would listen to Pitbull. I don't know, somehow I see him enjoying his music

Jackson - I think he would love Panic! At The Disco. He would most like "Let's kill tonight"

Francesco- he would be a fan of Kesha. I know it's weird but I just see him dancing to "Blow" or "Timber"

Prof Z - he would probably turn up a villain playlist on YouTube and enjoy it. He would also feel like a boss listening to "Crazy=genius" by Panic! At the Disco

Miles- Maneskin would be glad. Once for laughs, he sang "I Wanna Be Your Slave" to Prof

Sterling - That son of a bitch (I hate him, sorry) probably wouldn't like music :V

Tex - our favorite Dinoco owner would probably listen to jazz, which would calm him down and give him satisfaction, because he believes that "jazz is music for successful people"

Acer and Germ - these two are die-hard fans of Eminem. I imagine them driving to their "work" listening to one of his songs

PLANES

Dusty-When Doc said "Today younglish don't know anything about music" he certainly didn't mean our favorite plane. Ozzy Osbourne, Electric Light Orchestra, Guns N Roses, Queen, Metallica, Nirvana or even single tracks like "Let's Grove Tonight" are like a piece of cake for him. He has music from the 70s, 80s or 90s in his little finger. (also fandom songs for ex. "Build our Machine", "Get Out" or "Hero Forms")

Dottie- Personally, I think she would be a fan of Arcane songs. She often listens to them while she works, which gives her a really cool vibe (especially "Playground" or "Snakes")

Chug - a fan of the opening credits of various series or cartoons and more (and also fan of Disney/Dreamworks songs) For sure, while watching "Ninjago" or "Monkie Kid" together with Dusty, he would sing it out loud (I'm not surprised :V)

Skipper - Personally, I think Skip would love to hear songs from "Sweeney Todd" (Highly recommended)

Sparky-Weezer fan. Definitely

Mayday-I personally think he would listen to songs about courage and sacrifice for example

El Chu - romantic songs are for him the rhythm of his heartbeat. I guess I don't need to explain this 😅

Bulldog -anthem of Great Britain. Just kidding, he would probably listen to Avicii while still grieving over the death of that artist

Ishani-I think Ishani would be a Lady Gaga fan. She'd have no problem dancing to "Bad Romance" or "Americano"

Rip - our emo plane would probably be a huge fan of Slipknot. He really gives me the vibe of someone whose favorite song is "People=Sh!t" from this band

Rochelle - She's Swiftie. I JUST SEE IT as he listens and vibes to "Anti-hero", "Welcome to New York" or "ME!"

Ned and Zed - they even have the same taste xd. I think they would both enjoy listening to Halsey or Billie Ellish, sometimes even Melanie Martinez

Franz -our favorite German would not have a favorite genre. He would just listen to whatever he wanted

Echo-this fighter wouldn't mind listening to Twenty One Pilots. The song "Stressed Out" is his favourite

Bravo - his favorite artist would be Rob Zombie. "More human than human" always accompanies him on his patrol

Blade- Well, at first our favorite helicopter wasn't a big music fan, but when Dusty showed him the song "Gladiator" by Jann, he started listening to it addictively

Windlifter-dude seems to me to be the type of person who listens to action movie soundtracks (for example Avengers) It gives him strength and motivation to train and fight fire

Lil'Dipper - anime intros can sing like no other. She is such a big fan of Britney Spears and Blondie. She also won't despise K-Pop.

Maru- Our fireman mechanic would be a huge fan of AC/DC. He loves to listen to them while working and often asks Patch to put on one of these songs during the action (it was even in the movie :V) He would also love "You're the best" or "Eye of the tiger.

Dynamite- For sure her favorite song would be "Black Widow". She would also like to listen to punk rock like "I Am A Poser"

Pinecone -she would 100% listen to fantasy songs like "Willow Tree March" because it brings the world to life in her head (in headcanon, I think she's a sensitive person with a vivid imagination)

Blackout-N.I.R.V.A.N.A totally. I don't know, I have the impression that he would listen to this band since he was a child and would go to every concert if he could

Avalanche - as with Rip, he would listen to Slipknot. It helps him release his emotions

Drip-I personally think he would be a Bruno Mars fan. Imagine him in sunglasses, chilling to "The Lazy Song"

Cabbie-Fan Rag N Bone Man. He would love the vibe of these songs and would relax to them

Patch-The Runways would be the band she fell in love with after watching Guardians of the Galaxy (basically, she listens to all the songs in that movie)

Cad - in my opinion, he wouldn't listen to music except for the song "I'm Awesome"

Nick- He would feel great joy while listening to Metallica. Once Blade walked into his dressing room and saw him singing and jumping to "Master of Puppets"

Leadbottom - this old man would complain about today's music even more (and more annoyingly) than Doc. He'd think 50s music was the best

#cars #cars fandom #cars universe #cars headcanons #planes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes #planes headcanons #music #music headcanons #pixar #disney #i hope i wrote it well #have a great day

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Saw the finale and enjoyed it quite a bit. And I want to talk about the Buddie of it, which was to many, from what I can see on my dash, extremely disappointing.

There wasn't a payoff to any of the theories and metas and little hints and nudges and winks. They are both in the beginning stages of potential relationships with girls that are not on the same narrative level and thus make it hard for fans like us to be invested, especially because we're already invested in another relationship: Buck and Eddie.

Now, I don't want to talk about whether or not that was a letdown of narrative arcs (I personally don't think so, but that's a matter of interpretation) or their personal growth (I see a lot of people saying Buck is repeating old mistakes, I say, he's not, he said "help me pick out a couch" which is a very different thing to "came with couches").

To me, the moment they would have started signaling an actual change in that story of two best friends becoming more would have been Eddie's talk with his aunt, after the date with Vanessa. That would have been the latest they could have started building up so much as a realization in the finale - not even a get together, just a proper realization.

They didn't do that and we don't know why. We don't know if the show has been nudged into this direction by executives or they didn't want to rush it and because they were afraid of cancellation they thought doing it badly would be worse than not doing it. Or maybe they just didn't want to.

What I do know is that this show isn't subtle, it never has been. Eddie saying "dating someone you rescued never works out" is a giant unmissable red flag the size of "are you following your heart, or Christopher's". So I don't think those relationships are meant to last in a meaningful way and that's okay. Because I don't know what you got from "Love Is In The Air" but what I got from it is that the attempt is worth it, that love and trying to love is worth it even if it doesn't work out. So them starting something with girls that are probably not going to last is not the worst thing that could ever happen. Eddie has literally never been in an adult relationship and Buck, well, Buck to this day (including Natalia) has never chosen one for himself.

And what upsets me when I think about Buck and Eddie is that their relationship with each other is so precious, but also weirdly fragile, like they're two magnets that keep spinning so they're in turns drawing together and pushing apart. But I know that they're meant to be together to the end - and that's the lesson of "Love Is In The Air" too, it doesn't matter when, your true love will find you in the end. (see also: Hen's mom, Athena and Bobby, Hen and Karen, Maddie and Chim - they're all people who've had other significant and occasionally disastrous relationships before finding each other)

I know how hard it is to root for a queer ship, I do know the difference between this and shipping het couples. Because there IS a significant difference to how seriously it's being considered. Het couples don't always get together either or get handled badly, but there is always this expectation that they will. When you're into queer ships that aren't foundational aka initially intended by the narrative, you're always on the back foot, always fighting to be taken seriously, and if you, like me, are also queer, it's often personal in a way that het ships just aren't.

And vindication is such a good feeling - this moment when they get together and you were RIGHT. You read all the signs and you were RIGHT. It's nice. Winning at fandom is a hell of a rush.

Today it feels like you lost. It's like your team fumbled the ball and you're sitting there with all your paraphernalia and your team is in the mud, crying because someone else took the trophy. That's okay. You're allowed to feel that. And it's okay if you want to come back tomorrow and still root for them or pack it all away to move on. There should be no judgement either way.

But you were not wrong. Poker date was shot as a date. Eddie was wearing Buck's shirt in the hardware store when Bobby gave him dating advice and they made sure we knew that. Buck and Eddie are so often put together in ways that make you think, hey, hey, maybe?

You are not wrong.

The people in charge of these stories, the people making them, the writers and producers and actors, they actually don't know that we're working from a place of deep hurt - because this thing that only ever happens to straight people, this long slow burn that pays off and makes you feel like you won something, we deserve that, too. But to them it's all just stories, the same stories, they don't understand that they're hurting you - us - when they treat it so casually. Like, "will they, won't they", is only fun when they ever, ever, at least once, do.

I can't tell you where this is going - I know that in a lot of ways, each season of a show is a new start, a new story. Buddie isn't any more dead today than it was yesterday or the day Taylor kissed Buck. It's no less real than any other ship that hasn't quite gotten there yet. And every season is a new beginning. I can tell you that side characters like Marisol and Natalia? They exist in het couples, too, just ask the Chenford fandom about Chris and Ashley. (btw, this is how Buddie double date with feelings realization can still win)

And I know how hard it is to trust a process when there's no precedent, no time to look back and and say, hey, remember that other time, that other show, where that totally worked out? Because it just hasn't, really. There isn't a show where main characters of the same gender explicitly fell in love over the course of seasons even though they weren't originally intended to, at least not one that I remember.

But nothing says they won't, not today. This could be a speedbump, or it could actually be helpful. You know all those thousands of fics where dating other people actually helped them realize what they have/what they're missing? Some of the most popular fics in the fandom are about exactly that. So it's not like we're dead in the water.

(And just for kicks, here's a thing: I thought couch theory was never very substantial as a working *theory* of anything, but as a metaphor it actually has come into its own - Buck wants to pick a couch with Natalia because *he* believes that couches and romantic relationships are connected. And that actually gives more power to the way they showed him on Eddie's couch again and again, something he already has but that isn't really his. Just like Chris and Eddie. And one of these days, he will figure that out.)

#buddie #911 spoilers #911 on fox

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Hi! Hope your having a great day :>

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Honeymoon - Viper

Viper watched you contently from where she lay stretched out on the pool chair, her dark glasses pushed up and her usually loose hair now split into two dutch braids.

How you'd even managed to braid her short hair was still beside her, but she enjoyed every second of your attention. The little faces she could see you making from where she sat in front of the mirror, the way you struggled to secure the bobby pins- they were little moments she was determined to ingrain in her head and cherish over and over.

What she enjoyed most of all, though, was admiring the new wedding ring sitting snuggly on top of your engagement band. With every rise of your hand as you were getting her ready that morning, hairbrush in tow, she caught the glint of the diamond on your finger and found herself transfixed.

She was staring at it out now as you lay in the chair beside her, eyes closed as you soaked up the sun's rays.

The two of you were already three days into your honeymoon, but somehow, Viper still struggled to piece together how she managed to get so lucky. You were soft and welcoming. You lit up any room you walked in just because you were there- armed with easy conversation, a bubbly personality, and a positive attitude that could champion over any bad day.

Viper was the exact opposite. She was cold and abrasive. The littlest things would tick her off and even when she tried, she often couldn't let it roll off her shoulders. She was distant, calculative, and unforgiving.

You were head, she was tails. You were the sun, she was the moon. By all means, she should've despised you.

Viper supposed she was stubborn, too, then.

Because maybe that's why she was so drawn to you when you first joined the other agents at the protocol. Maybe that's why you didn't get under her skin like the other agents could, why it gave her pause when she realized how tolerable you were. Maybe that's why she found herself completely and utterly smitten with you.

She found herself reaching for your hand before she could stop herself, picking it up lightly in her grasp. You cracked an eye open and tilted your head, chuckling as she raised it to her lips and placed a few kisses along your knuckles. She noted how your skin was pleasantly warm from the sun.

“Everything okay, Sabine?”

She wasn’t even sure how to articulate her response. There were so many things she wanted to say. You gave me the time of day even when I gave you no reasons to. I don’t know what it is you saw in me, but you patiently chipped past that rugged exterior to discover it for yourself. I'm so grateful you're mine. Thank you for taking a chance on me.

All she managed was a nod.

“Yes.”

There was no emphasis on the word, no indication of anything beyond polite indifference. But the look on her face, fortunately, seemed to fill in the rest of the gaps for you. Viper should've known better because that's just how you were; under your gaze, she was an open book.

She never hated that, though.

You raised her hand to your face and placed it against your cheek, nuzzling into it. She cupped your face softly and ran her thumb along your cheekbone, her heart swelling at your actions. You could probably tell that, too.

“I love you," you murmured against her palm.

Viper leaned forward, giving you a peck on the mouth. Your lips were magnetic, almost, and she found herself pulling back far too soon. She knew if she allowed herself anything longer, the battle against temptation was painfully uphill and she wouldn't be able to resist giving a show to the other patrons at the resort. Not that she would mind letting the whole world know you were hers, anyway.

"I love you, too," she replied.

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant viper #viper x reader

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useyourtelescope · 3 months

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yuletide 2023 recap!

This yuletide exchange was fun, though as usual I am still making my way through the collection (here's hoping this year I actually finish reading all the open tabs in Jan/Feb at least).

For my gift, I received a gorgeous fic for The Borgias - some Cesare/Lucrezia hurt/comfort post-season 3 with lots of my fave tropes, you can read that on ao3 here:

One Touch of Your Hand

I wrote five fics - 2 for Only Murders In the Building (Gen) & 1 each for Nancy Drew (Nancy/Ace), The Borgias (Cesare/Lucrezia) and Why Didn’t They Ask Evans (Frankie/Bobby). I did end up with 3 unfinished treats sitting in my drafts, 1 of which I wrote about 3k for, but it was probably wishful thinking that I might have completed them in time too. The published 5 are the most individual fics I’ve managed for Yuletide, or any exchange for that matter (though it’s about 1k short of the total words I’ve done for an exchange thanks to the long fics I wrote for Yuletide 2019).

Summaries of the fics themselves and thoughts on writing them below the cut:

A Whole New Direction - OMITB, Charles & Mabel & Oliver, Banter Post S2, ~800 words [ao3 link]

"I know yesterday we said we’d kind of shot ourselves in the foot podcast-wise by limiting ourselves to the building only, never mind whose idea that was—“ “It was your idea,” Mabel and Oliver replied in unison. “But never mind! I thought of a way we could continue the podcast without betraying the original premise.”

I enjoy writing their banter so this was a fun quick one; the main section came easily, it was just trying to decide where I wanted to end it that took the most time.

Co-Location - OMITB, Gen (Charles & Mabel + some Oliver), Canon Divergence in S3, ~1k words [ao3 link]

Charles offers a solution to Mabel's apartment-hunting woes.

This is a bit more sentimental than the general vibe I go for with writing the show (though not as angsty and internal as the Will POV post-Oliver’s heart attack fic I wrote for the last exchange I did), but the idea lent that way and I had to follow. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to end this one either, but when my beta mentioned that perhaps next season in the show Charles might not be able to stay at his apartment after the latest murder and would have to go to Oliver’s, the image of all three of them having to sleepover together made me laugh so I had to work that in.

Got A Lot To Learn - Nancy Drew (TV 2019), Nancy/Ace, Post-Canon Fluff, ~1.7k words [ao3 link | tumblr post]

Nancy and Ace approach a minor relationship milestone soon after breaking the curse.

This was my assignment! My recipient wanted something in canon which gave me an excuse to return to the the idea of Nancy learning ASL for Ace/his dad, which I thought was really sweet when they mentioned it on the show but the timing of that reveal meant it was angsty and I wanted it in a cute scene. Still getting the hang of writing the characters/universe but hopefully I'll be able to play more with them later this year (maybe even with the unfinished ND treat I started, though Nancy/Ace was more background in that one).

Power Over Me - The Borgias (Showtime TV), Cesare/Lucrezia, Explicit, Modern AU - Alpha/Omga, ~15k words [ao3 link | tumblr post]

Cesare has always been protective of his sister. When she unexpectedly has her first heat he worries that he might need to protect her from himself.

This got a bit away from me lol! It's not a trope I expected to write but the recipient's prompt really clicked as Cesare/Lucrezia do have that intensity that lends itself to this type of AU. It was still supposed to be a 5-6k thing initially but then I got the idea of putting Cesare through it on his special shopping trip for Lucrezia lol and started to consider more about the character arcs and showing more of Lucrezia's side of things and it snowballed into a much longer piece. That meant I had to leave aside the other Ces/Lu fic I started writing as a treat for this Yuletide, but even though I think that'll be shorter the storyline is more complicated so this was probably the better one to pick to finish for a deadline and a fun experiment for me.

The Very Thought Of You - Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?, Frankie/Bobby, Mature, Love Letters & Reunions, ~6k words [ao3 link | tumblr post]

A few months into their marriage, Frankie has to return to Marchbolt without Bobby. Finding the telephone insufficient for maintaining their usual level of intimacy, she starts to write to him.

There was a note in the recipient's letter about how they show each other their affection and they prompted letters for another ship which gave me the idea of Frankie and Bobby writing to one another. I was originally going to mostly focus on their time apart and just see a little bit of them reuniting at the end but once they were together I wanted to spend more time with them in the same place and thought it made sense to follow through on some of those spicier letters with giving them a bit of alone time too so it became 6k rather than 3 lol, but most of it flowed quite easily. It was just the letters and some of the historical aspects I spent time rewriting, especially Bobby's letter since that's the emotional point of the fic.

All in all, I really liked all 5 I managed to complete, but probably going to take a little exchange break for a bit and write whatever is flowing easiest rather than trying to write for a deadline.

#useyourtelescopefic #yuletide 2023 #the borgias #nancy drew #only murders in the building #why didn't they ask evans?

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deans-baby-momma · 2 years

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The Story of Us

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluff, angst, smut, character death (mentioned only)

WC:1,268

She owned a cabin in the middle of nowhere, but that’s how she liked it. Completely isolated, away from any form of existence. Michaela, or Micki to her friends and family, loved the peace and quietness it brought her when she visited the cabin; it was her sanity or, as she called it, her own sanctuary.

Ever since she could remember, she visited there when she was little with her parents, Bobby and Karen Singer. It was their vacation home, a chance to trade the life of work and stress for relaxation and rest. A time to enjoy each other and spend quality time with just the family.

It was not often they went, but she remembers plenty of summers there. When she was 15, she came to know the magic of the place; she'd found peace, independence, first loves and hardships that made her stronger.

After her mother passed away, Bobby never revisited their little slice of heaven, claiming it brought up too many memories. It came to a surprise to her at first, but she was very thankful he at least kept the land. It was something special she could hold onto, to feel closer to her mom. Even if it was for a day or two, she still felt her parents' happiness, strengths, and love. She had hoped one day she would be able to receive the same.

That's why when her life turned to sorrow and grief, the cabin was where she ran to; somewhere to be able to wallow in her misery while still reliving the joy this place brought

As Micki sat on the front porch, her eyes surveyed the lake. This time of the year it was calm, murky green in color, but with some hint of dark from the shadowing trees surrounding it. With it being early morning the fog spread across the open land, which left behind clouds of white frost that covered the trees and bushes. It looked ghostly, almost like they were being erased from eyesight, but she knew different. The vapor would soon dissipate when the sun reached its peak to start the day, bringing the trees and bushes back to life.

The lake itself was perfectly smooth and solid, tranquil to the mind’s eye, mirroring what was above like a Monet painting capturing every detail. It gave her the perfect backdrop to just stare endlessly, relaxing only to remember days gone by, before chores and other things that needed attention to.

Sitting there on the porch swing that was built by Dean a couple of years ago, she wrapped her hands around the warm cup, taking a sip of her coffee and remembering a time special to her, as the tears threatened to fall.

Hearing the screen door creak, she wiped the traitorous tears from her eyes.. She turned to the right to see Sam holding her three month old child.

“You ok?” He asked as he sat down next to her.

She nodded her head with a brief shake “I have to be, for her.” She smiled as she gestured at Maren, her daughter, her bright eyes looking at her mother.

“I know it’s tough. I miss him too," Sam said, wistfully. "But honestly, it doesn’t seem real he’s gone, you know?” he sighed looking ahead. “I mean especially when I see him everywhere.”

Like always, Sam held back his emotions. They were so similar in that way, she and her brother-in-law. That's probably why they got along so well, they were so much alike.

Trying to keep the mood from getting too depressing and dismal, she made a face at Maren to get her to smile. “I know what you mean," Micki sighed. "Last night I swear I felt his arms around me. It seemed so real, Sam.” She swallowed the lump forming in her throat , “For a second or so, I thought I heard him say I love you," she admitted.

Sam quickly smiled at her, then turned his attention to his niece. “Sam, we both miss him very much. I know it’s hard for you because it’s very hard for me. Maren won’t ever be able to meet him, but you can bet your bottom dollar she will know about him and what a good man Dean was when he was alive.”

“Damn straight she will! She will know exactly who her dad was.” he paused a moment to look down at the babe. "I will tell her every day how much he loved her and was looking forward to being her dad."

When he didn't get a response he looked over at Micki and noticed she was looking towards the entrance of the property. “Mick? What’s wrong?”

Micki heard Dean call her name at the same time her ears picked up a familiar rumble of an engine she’d recognize anywhere. Her heartbeat picked up as she stood up and walked to the rails to get a better view of who was driving. Whomever it was, was still too far away to see, but she knew deep down only one person drove ‘Baby.’

She had left the Impala at her father’s house because she couldn’t look at it every day and not see Dean. The day he died six months ago, played in her mind as the car got closer.

“Micki? Get in the house! Take Maren with you.” Sam demanded as he stood up behind her.

But she didn’t hear him, she was so fixated on the car that she had blocked him out.

“Michaela! Go now!” He finally grabbed her shoulder, turning her around and breaking her out of the trance. “Here.” He handed her her daughter who had started whimpering, feeling the change in their moods.

She took the baby from him but didn't move. “ Y-you don’t think it’s really him, do you?”

“I don’t know," Sam told her honestly. "But I’ll find out. Go inside and put Maren in the bassinet. Get the gun from behind the tv, and don’t come out until I know for sure it's safe.”

Still she didn't move, too stunned by the appearance of Dean's beloved car. “Go! Now!” Sam said, ushering her inside.

Micki put thr baby in the bassinet that was protected with all sorts of vigils, a devil's trap, and whatever else they had learned over time. She then did as Sam had instructed, getting the gun and standing before Maren’s crib protectively. Whatever or whoever it was, Michaela Singer was prepared to fight to save her daughter.

Outside Sam stood his ground on the porch, the Impala stopping right in front of him.

When she heard whoever it was kill the engine and the recognizable creaking sound of the doors opening, her heart began pounding faster.

She heard an all too familiar voice “Hiya Sammy!” right before darkness overtook her vision.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24

#dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #micki singer #dean x micki #the story of us #flashbacks

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Watching You Love

MC watched her long term crush navigate Love Island from home. Only to get a big surprise.

Bobby x MC

You weren’t sure why you agreed to the kitchen boys’ invites to watch your long term crush as he navigated the summer of romance on Love Island. You kept the smile plastered on your face as they cheered for him, but you hated it. Every week you watched, and every week he was trapped in another friendship couple. No matter what. He seemed interested in one girl the whole time, but she clearly didn’t see him as more than a good friend. She was interested in the posh boy that had showed up. The boys joked that she was basically you, except…they cut themselves off when they realized watching this probably sucked for you. Yeah, you thought to yourself, ‘Except you actually have feelings for Bobby.’

When he won the Mr Love Island contest, you hid during the video chat so he could talk to his boys.

You were disappointed when he agreed to take part in Operation Nope. He’d always been a prankster, but he wasn’t a schemer.

But you were proud when he and Marisol teamed up to try and help with the drama surrounding the Villa.

When Casa Amor happened, you were torn between hoping he’d find someone, and hoping he’d come home alone. If he did then you promised yourself you’d finally tell him.

A feeling burned inside you at one girl that was clearly only pretending to be interested in him to get him to choose her so she could stay, but you could see that he saw it too. And he stuck with Marisol, and though he was clearly concerned when he saw she switched, he was more than happy she’d finally found someone after the Rocco fiasco.

When Hannah and Henrik returned, he brightened. Not because of love, unfortunately, but because he had genuinely liked them as people and was excited to see them again. (And a few of the boys were excited to see their Day One crush back). He ended up with Hannah, who had enjoyed riling up her former best friend before showing her that she’d forgiven her already.

You thought they might’ve been something, especially after the baby challenge when your heart felt close to bursting at how well he could care for it.

But then they were a bottom couple, and it was no surprise they were sent home, announcing they saw it coming as the friend couple.

During their goodbyes on screen, Big John was distracted by a knock coming from his front door, and you offered to answer it for him.

You didn’t expect to find a very familiar boy back in Glasgow already.

“Y/N!” He booped your nose before you could blink, immediately followed by wrapping his arms around your middle and lifting you into the air. Over his shoulder you saw the now familiar redhead.

“Bobby-“ His name was almost choked in your throat as you realized Hannah was watching you, and you quickly tried to disentangle yourself until she burst out laughing.

“This is her, Bobs?”

You could feel Bobby’s skin burn where it was pressed to yours as he shot a quick glare at her, “C’mon, we gotta introduce you to everyone.” You blinked as Bobby took hold of your hand, something he’d always done when he wanted you to follow after him or to avoid losing you in a crowd, but you couldn’t help but notice that he just left her to follow.

After the introductions, you excused yourself to the kitchen, claiming you were getting another round of drinks, and you braced yourself against Big John’s counter to steady yourself for a moment. “You know he’s crazy about you, right?”

Your head snapped up to see Hannah a few feet away, the sweet smile on her face that resembled her original time on the show, before she came back spicier. “I- Uh- What?”

She shifted, sitting up onto the counter you were leaning on before nodding her head to where the boys were watching the ending of the episode, “They don’t show some of the heart to heart moments when the episodes aire, but especially when we left you were all he could talk about.” Your face burned and she gave you a softer smile, “I could tell by your face as soon as we got here that you fancied him. Why didn’t you tell him before he left?”

You blew out a puff of air, “Would it have mattered?” You offered weakly, “He was leaving for the summer of love. If he felt that way about me, wouldn’t he have stayed on his own?”

“Not if he thought he didn’t have a chance.” You knew deep down that she was right. If Bobby didn’t think he had a shot, he would never risk upsetting the friendship.

You sighed heavily, almost sagging against the counter, “But aren’t you two-“

She waved her hand, “I love Bobby, but I love him in a much different way. He’s like an annoying older brother that never grew up.”

“Hey!” You laughed, standing up straight to push her shoulder gently, “Bobby is amazing. He’s got the boyish charm thing down.” Your smile faltered for a second, “It’s a bummer the girl he was crushing on the whole time never noticed how perfect he is.”

“Who?” You yelped and spun around to see Bobby leaning against the doorway, “The girl that reminded me of you?”

“Man…” you groaned, “Does she remind everyone of me?”

There was chorus of yes from the boys in the living room eavesdropping on the whole conversation, but Bobby just grinned. “I never fancied her, ya know. It was…she had this vibe about her that was spot on to you. So every time we talked, it felt like you were the one sitting there.”

“But…you looked so love struck. You never…”

As if on cue, Big John entered the room, offering Hannah a hand to help her off the counter before he looked at you, “Are you really the only one that doesn’t see it?” Bobby swatted at him, sending the two of them giggling into the other room.

The baker rubbed a hand down his face, mumbling unintelligible words before he gave you the most serious face you’d ever seen from him, “I never went after ya because I didn’t know I could, lass. I’ve had these feelings since you walked into the kitchen, slipped on the cleaning rag Big John knocked to the floor and forgot to pick up, and careened face first into the cake I’d baked only to emerge from the icing laughing.”

Your eyes widened, “Bobby- that was-“

“The first week you worked with us, yup. But what can I say? It was then that I knew that you didn’t take things as seriously as other people would, even though you spent the rest of the shift with bits of frosting in your hair and your face tinted blue no matter how much you scrubbed it at the sink.”

“You tried to help me.” You gave him a small smile, and it made him beam twice as much, “That was I knew you weren’t just the goofy boy that made me laugh every day. You still made jokes, but you helped me clean the cake off, tried to brush the icing away. And then you remember what you said?”

“Said if ya wanted to try my cake so bad, I woulda made one special for you.”

You nodded, smile coming in larger as he slowly crossed the distance of the kitchen to you, “And then you did. You showed up the next day with a small cake just for me, and you somehow knew my favorite flavor.”

Bobby flushed up to the tips of his ears, his complexion even darker in the crappy kitchen fluorescent, “Yeahhh, I actually bribed the kitchen manager to slip your mum’s number so I could ask her. Surprised she never ratted me out.”

You snorted before full on laughing, “She wouldn’t have. She’s a bit a prankster herself, but she’s always up for a good surprise. Besides…she didn’t need to ask me about it or anything. I blabbed for like an hour over how sweet it was. Pun totally intended.”

The two of you were almost nose to nose, wondering who’d be the one to make the move, when Hannah’s chipper voice rang through the air, “For the love of- Take the plunge, Bobs! I didn’t follow you back to see a relationship not happen!”

“Fuck it,” he whispered, pressing forward into the last bit of space to press his lips to yours. It wasn’t quick and it wasn’t long, just a steady press of chaste lips, but enough to knock the air from your lungs as he pulled back, “Sorry. Figured she’d kick my arse if I didn’t follow through.”

“I would’ve kicked your arse, too, lad.” You pushed back into him, deepening the kiss this time until the boys’ cheering became too much.

His welcome home turned into something better as he kept your hand in his until he walked you to your door.

Masterlist

#litg bobby #litg season 2 #litg fanfic #litg Bobby x mc

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 1 year

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2022 MOVIE OF THE WEEK #31

enola holmes 2. *cracks knuckles metaphorically* alright, now that i’ve survived covid round 2, time to get caught up on last year’s movie reviews so i’ll be free to watch new ones in 2023! i got sort of stuck on writing this review last year after seeing it, because when i watched it, i didn’t know who was returning from the original cast, and one of my huge delights was the reappearance of helena bonham carter. this role is perfect for her inherent chaotic talent, and i’ve been a fan of hers since i was 14.

after seeing the movie, but obviously before i reviewed it, because i’m doing that right now...is when i learned about her public support of the two celebrities i find most horrendous in our modern times. i wasn’t really sure how to sit with that, or process it, in the context of the dozens of roles i’ve loved her in and assumptions i’d made about her as a person because i’ve been a fan so long. based on her working relationships, her perspective shouldn’t have been a surprise to me, but it’s still uneasy knowledge. so that may have contributed to my procrastination on this, though mostly i’m just behind because the holidays took over my time starting in early december.

anyway. this was more of a mixed bag for me than the first film. my first initial thought was surprise at how obvious it was here, that millie bobby brown is more mature than when she was playing child and teen roles. like, she’s still playing below her age in some cases, but the difference for me between this and the first movie felt noticeable. her face has changed, and being presented with ‘oh this person has grown up’ when i met her so tiny in stranger things was a weird realization. (it’s probably also weird that i even care, since i do not actually know her. but she’s the only reason i ever watched these films, so yeah.) she’s great in this, nonetheless.

but the movie is reeeeally slow in the first half, and for some reason it decided to center around a story from history, unrelated to enola herself like the first movie’s missing mom plot. that seems to be why it took half the film to establish necessary plot threads before the pace picks up, and people we care about return. (as soon as sherlock showed up, everything got funnier and livelier and better, and @actuallylukedanes--who i watched this with--and i were much happier.)

henry cavill really was great as sherlock, and i truly could not have been more happy with the introduction of moriarty, and honestly i enjoyed enola’s love interest more in this one. and then watson arrived! and my heart swelled.

but there was also an ending that i know was supposed to feel inspiring, that just struck me as false and cheesy, even though the history it’s based on is real and important. i felt BAD for feeling that way! i don’t like being that person! it was just something about how they portrayed it. and there was also david thewlis, skulking around as a villain, who died in a memorably awful way--i had pretty recently watched him in the sandman before this, and the last thing i wanted was more Terrifying David Thewlis, because he is very talented and when he’s a bad guy i feel it.

i would still recommend this one to fans of the original, and if there are more installments i’ll watch them happily. but i’m not sure how likely i am to rewatch this one ever, when it has parts i genuinely didn’t enjoy and was way less breezy and fun than i expected.

#enola holmes #2022 motw #millie bobby brown #henry cavill #actuallylukedanes #david thewlis #i have the best best friend

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Okay so I absolutely loved everything you wrote about the pen pal stuff with Juice and I won’t be mad, like at all if you wanna do a fic about it 🫣.

But on that topic, I’ve always been curious about prison uniform colors and what they meant. They wore orange while waiting on bail but during the appisodes that showcase their time doing the 14 months (Mexican basketball, Jax’s stabbing & Tara+Gemma’s visit) they’re all wearing blue. I googled it and found the following:

Blue: low-risk inmates usually charged with a misdemeanor and other nonviolent crimes, or inmates on work detail (e.g., kitchen, cleaning, laundry, mail, or other tasks)

Orange: unspecific, commonly used for any status in some prisons

Ok so I don’t think the guys (especially Happy) were considered low risk by any means which leads me to believe they were on work derail.

What work do YOU think they were designated to and do you think they enjoyed it? I believe it was Jax, Clay, Bobby, Juice, Tig and Happy. Let me know if I forgot anyone!

I've been mulling over the Juice pen pal thing ever since I wrote it. I don't make promises I can't keep but in terms of hc's I might turn into full fics, that's definitely towards the top of the list.

Also, I say this respectfully, given how some of the things in SOA went it wouldn't surprise me if you put more thought and research into their uniform colors than the people running the show did. 😂 However I never stopped to think that different colored uniforms might mean different stuff! Thank you for teaching me new things!

(Full disclosure I know next to nothing about prisons or how they operate so all of this is probably wildly inaccurate but we're just fanficing out here so it's fine 😂)

I would have loved to see Bobby and Juice on kitchen detail. I think that Bobby would be good at it for obvious reasons. But I also think that that kind of work would be good for Juice. He needs instructions to follow and Bobby would definitely give him that. I could also see Juice doing well on laundry duty. Let the man fold sheets over and over again, it plays right into his obsessive nature.

They probably wanted Happy as far away from the kitchen (re: knives) as possible. Because while he can make anything into a weapon, they're not going to just hand him blades if they can help it. He gets put on library duty or general custodial jobs like mopping floors. Simple things that will most likely keep him out of trouble.

Tig will take any job and make chaos of it. The CO's hate him and he loves it. They put him in the mail room thinking that there was no way that he could fuck it up and make it more difficult, but then he found a way. So they stuck him in the kitchen with Bobby and learned that he is the only one who can do anything close to keeping Tig in line. It's still hit or miss, though.

Meanwhile Clay moans and groans about being more and needing things to do, saying he wants hands-on jobs because he doesn't want to sit around and twiddle his thumbs all day. But he's got those arthritic fingers so everything becomes a monumental task. Which like. We call that karma.

I would love to see Jax having to do laundry for the first time in his life. (Like I'm sorry but I just feel like Gemma has always done it for him, or Wendy, and then Gemma again 😂) This man is fighting for his life against the fitted sheets and there's nothing he can do about it.

I think that the only ones who really hate the work that they get assigned, are Clay and potentially Happy. Although I just feel like Happy is always vaguely angry and it's not necessarily about the work. I don't see him necessarily enjoying it though.

I think that Bobby and Juice are the ones who are as close to enjoying the work as anyone. Juice needs to stay busy and feel useful, and Bobby knows that there are a lot worse ways he could be spending his time in prison than cooking subpar meals for everyone. So he's smart enough to be appreciative on that front.

Tig is having the time of his life but it's not because of the work, it's because he's constantly formulating how to get out of doing the work.

#ask #asks #anonymous

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