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Green- Eyed Rooster

Paring: Rooster x Y/N "Cherry" Bradshaw

Warnings: Language, drinking, dick jokes, mentions of adult items. Smut, jealousy kink, semi-public sex, brat kink, brat tamer, authority kink, orgasm denial, porn with plot. Minors DNI, 18+n, seriously SMUT

Author's Note: Yall I have to say this might be the best fic I have ever posted on Tumblr, and if if doesn't blow up and blow your minds I swear I might just stop writing. God I love it so much and I hope everyone else does as well!

"How did I end up in this situation?" You thought. Tonight was supposed to fun, a celebration. You and your friends were supposed to be out celebrating Phoenix who in a few days would become Mrs. Hangman as you all liked to joke. Most people would think a joint Bachelor/ Bachelorette party at your favorite bar was a crazy idea, but to the Dagger fam, it was the only way.

So, why weren't you inside doing shots with the rest of your friends? Why instead of singing karaoke where you gasping for breath with your skirt bunched up around your hips? Why were you being pressed against the outside rear wall of the Hard Deck instead of leaned up against a pool table? Why instead of a beer bottle pressed to your lips, you found yourself with your tongue in your husband's mouth?

The answer? Something you liked to call "Green-Eyed Rooster"

Let's stop and take a moment to recall the events that lead you to this exact position. Events that started ages before even you and Rooster were married, back in the days when your relationship was just beginning, yes, let's start there.

Six years ago, you became an elite Top Gun Graduate, and not just any Graduate, the top of your class. Lt. Y/N "Cherry" Anderson the plaque read as it was handed to you, your face beaming with pride. Just to your right was your wingman, and second in class Lt. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw.

You smiled at him as he caught your eye while people were congratulating you on your top finish. After the ceremony you saw him weave through the crowd and stop to talk to another Navy man, your eyes widen when you saw it was the legendary Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

You had hoped to speak to Rooster after, you see during the 13 week program you may or may not have developed some feelings for the mustached man, and now that it was finally over you wanted to ask him on a date, however, you also didn't want to be rude and disturb his conversation with the man you would later find our was his Godfather.

You turned on your heels only to be met with a wall of man. "Cherry, baby, congratulations." Lt. Kyle "Flash" Malcolm said in his thick New Jersey accent.

"Thanks Flash." You replied quickly trying to get away from him. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. Flash was one of those guys, who despite the very strict no fraternization rule in place at Top Gun, would not stop hitting on you. And every time he did you reminded him of it.

"Listen Cher, now that we have graduated the rule doesn't apply to us anymore, so what'd'ya say youse and me get outta here huh? Let me take you on that date now?" He asked with a wink.

You internally rolled your eyes. You knew you couldn't give him the same excuse that had worked the past three months and he knew that too. Little did both of you know that a certain sandy haired man had been watching, waiting for the right moment to ask his wingman out, and he was not happy that jerk from Jersey was trying to weasel his way in.

Rooster quickly excused himself from Maverick and cleared the distance between the two of you in three strides. You gasped when you felt his arm slide comfortably around your waste. You looked up at him with a questioning glance. He looked back down and shot you a wink.

"Sorry Flash, Cherry and I have plans this evening. Now that we have graduated, wanted to take my wingman out for some drinks and a proper date. Spent three months waiting to ask her, because rules, and I don't plan on waiting any longer." Rooster stated before whisking you away to join him and Maverick.

"Thank you for that Roos, you would think after me telling him no several times he would take the hint. Once he is gone, I will leave you and Captain Mitchell to your plans." You replied

"Cherry, I believe I said I was going to take you on a proper date, and I plan to do just that. I meant it, I've been waiting patiently and I am done. I wasn't just trying to help you get out of an awkward situation, I want everyone in this whole damn class to know you're mine." He whispered in your ear before Maverick found you two.

You silently gulped. Little did you know, this would be the first time you got a taste of Roosters jealous streak, and when that man saw green, especially when it came to his girl, heaven help the person who tried to stand in his way.

The second time you saw the green eyed monster appear on Roosters shoulders was about six months into your relationship. You two had some how both been stationed on the East Coast, your first placement after graduation. You both had the afternoon off and decided to head to a local bar with some of the fellow pilots that had been stationed there.

You were thankful that you had made friends with another woman aviator Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. She had gone through Top Gun the year before you and she was amazed that you had graduated top of your class. She talked about how some asshole who was a Ken Doll come to life named Hangman, who she joked should be called Bagman, was the top of hers.

You, Phoenix, and Rooster were enjoying the night with some other pilots and having a good time. You had decided to grab another round. While waiting at the bar some drunk tried hitting on you. You knew how to handle drunk men, and Rooster also knew you could hold your ground. He was never one to try and fight your battles, but he always watched just incase someone tried something stupid, which is exactly what that man did.

After several attempts to get you to join him, and many a firm "No" on your part, the drunk patron grabbed your bicep and tried to physically pull you away from the bar.

You didn't have to look behind you to know that Rooster was about to hand this man his ass on a silver platter. Instead of fighting him you simply looked at him and said "Oh buddy, you just made a big mistake, a really big mistake, huge!" You laughed.

"What the fuck do you just say to me?" The man slurred before a strong set of hands spun the man around and lifted him by his collar. Startled, he let got of your arm.

"I believe my girl said you made a big mistake by putting your hands on her. So you have two choices here buddy" Rooster sneered at the man. "You either apologize to her, close your tab and leave of your own free will, or I break your nose and toss you out of here. Your choice."

The man looked between you and Rooster. "M...my... my apologies ma'am." He stammered out before throwing some money on the bar and quiet literally running away.

"Roos, you didn't have to do that." You told him as he gave you the once over.

"Whose name is around your neck baby?" He asked gesturing to the rose gold necklace he had given you for your six month anniversary.

"Yours." You sighed. "Exactly Cherry. My name. You are mine, and I always protect what's mine. Let's get out of here." He stated firmly before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bar.

That night he reminded you seven times that you did infact belong to him, and honestly there's no other way you would have it.

As your relationship progressed, Rooster's jealous side seemed to die down until one of his buddies *cough cough* Hangman decided to rile him up about you during training for a top secret Uranium Plant mission you had both been recalled to fly. During a class Hangman made the comment asking if Rooster "had popped his Cherry" while winking at you or if he needed to show him how it was done. If it hadn't have been for you, Bob, Phoenix, and Maverick holding him back, Hangman would have been a dead man.

But now, thankfully Hangman and Rooster were on much better terms. After the mission you and Roostet tied the knot with the Daggers and a few others present and the cherry popping jokes were much more light hearted. A few months after the two of you got married Jake and Tasha decided that maybe all the hate they had for each other was something more, turns out it was. And now a year later, the two were about to get married themselves, which brings us to present day, about three hours before you found yourself being felt up behind the Hard Deck.

"Another round of shots ladies!" You cheer placing the tray of glasses down on the table. You, Phoenix and her other bridesmaids all grab a glass. "To the bride, who has to be one bad bitch for deciding that she is going to put up with Hangman for the rest of her life!" You toast. "And to Cherry! The best fucking friend and Marton of Honor a girl could ask for!" Tasha adds before you all click glasses and down the round.

"I really can't believe you're getting married next weekend!" You squeeze Phoenix's hand before pouring more champagne for her and the girls. You look across the bar to find Jake and the other Dagger boys drinking and playing pool. Rooster looks up ands shoots you a wink, you wave back before resuming your groups festivities.

"Oh Halo, before I forget, pass me that bag!" You squeal as she passes it to you. The other girls giggle knowing what it is.

"Cherry Bradshaw I swear if this is a dildo I will cut your fuel lines." Phoenix states before opening the bag.

"It's not I promise" you grin as she opens it.

Phoenix reaches in the bag and pulls out a navy blue shirt that reads "Mrs. Hangman" on the front. "Haha very funny guys." Tasha says. "Look at the back Tash." You state taking another sip of bubbly.

She shoots you a warning glance before turning the shirt around. "CHERRY!" She screeches when she reads the back which says "Same PhoeDICK forever"

"You had it coming girl! Remember all those 'cherry popping jokes' you and Bagman made not too long ago, or the sash you made me wear about 'Marrying a Rooster, same COCK til I die'? Hmm ma'am?" You and the other girls laugh. "Shouldn't have dished it out if you couldn't take it." You joke leaning back into the booth.

"Okay fine, I guess I deserved that one." Phoenix replies stuffing the shirt back into the bag.

"Hangman's is worse." You quip just as the cheers erupted from the other side of the bar and Rooster gives you a thumbs up.

"Great." Phoenix rolls her eyes as she notices her fiancée turn a deep red shade.

"Uh oh," Phoenix's cousin Melissa states holding up the empty champagne bottle. "All out of bubbly" She giggles. All of you were definitely tipsy. Several rounds of shots had been sent your way by some desperate men hoping to land a single bridesmaid and the seven of you had gone through three bottles of bubbly. Thankfully no one had to worry about a ride home because Bob, who never drank, and Maverick who was like a father figure to you all may have borrow (read stolen) a couple of Navy vans to transport you at the end of the night safely.

"This looks like a Matron of Honor job!" You declared taking the empty bottle from Melissa and heading up to the bar to ask Penny for a new one.

While the two Dagger parties were going on, Penny still had customers to take care of so you waited. While standing there and younger man in service khakis walked up to you.

"Oh great you" thought. Maybe he would just be nice and make small talk you hoped. You shot a glance over to the pool tables, thankfully your husband was locked in a game and not looking your way. You definitely didn't want "Green Eye Rooster" to make an appearance tonight.

"Hey there honey." The Navy man asked you.

"Hi." You responded quickly, not wanting to give him any footing to continue this conversation.

"Noticed you and your friends over there celebrating your girl who is getting married... how about you let me buy yalls next round?" He said stepping closer to you.

"Oh you don't have to do that." You respond waving him off. "Well, how bought I just buy your next one?" He asks getting much closer to you than you are comfortable. Ugh... why did he have to do this. Poor kid was just asking for Rooster to whip his ass.

"No thanks. I am married, happily married." You state showing him your wedding rings, praying he will leave you alone.

"Set of rings never stopped me before. Plus honey I could make it worth your while. See here, I'm a Naval aviator. In the Top Gun program here, makes me the best of the best. I could take you for a ride if you want?" The pilot asked, his voice dripping in sex.

"Wow, Top Gun, you must think you are really special then huh?" You begin sarcasticly. "Well Lieutenant, I will have you know I graduated top of my clas at Top Gun, beat my husband actually, so you being in the program doesn't impress me." You tell him heat rising in your body.

"Well guess we could always try to see who the better pilot is." He winked. Jesus what is with this guy?

"Look, I'm going to tell you this one more time... I am not interested. I know there are plenty of young civilian girls who are just dying for you to waltz them into a stupor with your Navy charm, cocky grin and big ego that is just enough to scratch the daddy issues that they have. But I, on the other hand am HAPPILY MARRIED, and my husband is not afraid to kick your ass." You finish with a huff.

"Well sweetie all I'm saying is I don't see your 'husband' around here." The man challenges.

"Turn around then." Roosters voice comes from low in his chest as the pilot turns around.

"Now you see him." Rooster almost growls as he stares the man down.

"Captain Bradshaw." You hear the pilot whisper as he is face to face with Rooster. All the bravado and ego is now long gone.

"I'm sorry, I, I had no idea she was your wife..." he stutters. You look at your husband and see the fire in his eyes, jealousy blooms through his body.

"You should be sorry." Rooster states as he clenches his fists. "I should break your face, and kick you out of the program." He tells him. "Rooster." You warn him. "He's not worth it. Not tonight." You tell him.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood here with my friends. But I swear to God Lieutenant, if you ever so much at look at my WIFE again, you'll be sorry. Now leave." Rooster says through gritted teeth.

The pilot quickly gathers his things, pays his tab and leaves.

You grab Roosters hands which are still balled up. "Babe, calm down, this is supposed to be a fun night. Take a breath." You tell him.

You can still see the rage just behind his eyes. He had gotten himself worked up and you know exactly how it ends.

"I'm not leaving." You state before the words can even leave his mouth. "I wasn't planning on leaving either babe." He tells you with an ere of calm in his voice.

He's calm, too calm as a wicked glem flashes across his eyes.

"Oh no mister." You state crossing your arms.

"I'm going to get some air out back. I expect you to join me in five." He whispers in your ear before pushing through the crowd.

"Well fuck" you think. Once again the green eyed monster had possessed your husband, and the only way to get him over it, was to fuck it out of him.

You looked down at your phone. You know he said five minutes, but the wetness between your thighs told you that you couldn't wait that long.

You quickly checked to make sure no one was looking and had one of the waitresses working that night take the bottle over to your table. All the ladies were drunk enough, you hoped they wouldn't think much of your absence.

You quietly slipped outside once you had determined no one was paying attention. Outside in the dimly lit alley, you called out for your husband.

"Rooster? Babe where are you." He didn't answer, he didn't have to. You felt his presence behind you moments later. The warmth radiating off his body, the spicy-sweet smell of his colonge flooding your nose, the scrape of his mustache against your ear as he growled "I thought I told you to wait five minutes before coming out here. It's only be three."

"My apologies.... Captain. I didn't want yo keep you waiting." Ugh... there you had gone and used his rank. You knew exactly how much that drove him crazy, how much it pushed his buttons, how much it turned him on.

You weren't necessarily trying to be a brat, but when Bradley was wound tight like this, you couldn't help it. And your bratty attitude is exactly how you found yourself in your current situation.

"Someone's being a brat tonight." He grumbled giving your ass a harsh spank which caused you to yelp.

You turned around to face him. "If anyone is being a brat tonight, it's you Bradley. Got yourself all worked up, can't even wait until we get home to have me." You state as you brush your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans.

Oh, you were so fucked now. Not only had you called him out, you had used his government name. You knew that was going to cause some wires to short circuit in his brain, but you loved it. You loved this little game you two played. Maybe you were a brat... good thing Rooster was an expert tamer.

Before you could blink he curled his fingers under the necklace that bared his name around your throat and pulled you into him. He roughly pressed his mouth against yours, forcing his tongue in, not waiting for permission.

His larger framed pinned you against the outside wall. He pulled away for a moment. In the light you could just make out how pupils were blown with lust and the slight flush across him.

"Oh honey." He spoke almost sweetly. "I think someone forgot who they belong to and needs a reminder. I think maybe this while damn bar might need one." He stated still holding you in place by your jewelry.

You flashed him a wicked smile before saying "Well go on then, remind me."

You saw the corners of your husband's mouth twitch up into a smile before he sealed his lips over yours once again. He hoisted you up by your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. God you loved it when he man handled you.

He pressed you further into the wall and you felt his rock hard length against your aching core.

"Someone's eager." You whispered in his ear as he pulled his mouth away from yours and assaulted your neck with kisses. You felt his lips attach to the sensitive spot right behind your ear as he sucked a mark into.

"Roos," you let out a breathy complaint. "If I go back in there all marked up, everyone will know what we did while we were gone."

His lips left your skin and ghosted next to your ear "Exactly" he moaned out before kissing you again. One of his large hands left its place on your waist and slipped under your skirt. You felt the breath leave your lungs when he trailed his fingers over soaked material of your panties.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who is eager." He laughed.

"What can I say? Jealous Rooster is hot as fuck. It does things to me." You reply.

"Then why don't you show me exactly how hot you think it is then princess?" He stated setting you down.

You hold eye contact with him not giving in to what he wants. "And what exactly did you have in mind sir?" You challenged cocking your head to the side. You knew exactly what he wanted, but there was no way you were going to make it easy.

"Get on your knees." He commanded. You slowly sank down, thankful that your skirt was long enough to cover your kneecaps from the concrete.

You looked back up at him with big doe eyes ad he waited for you to take him in your mouth.

"Well... I did what you asked. Now what?" You teased. God you were such a brat right now.

Rooster growled and hooked his finger under your chin pulling you back to your feet as he pinned you yet again. You laughed despite it all.

"You think this is funny? You think being a fucking brat is something to laugh at? Maybe I should just fuck that laugh right out of you. Take you so hard you cry and mess up your pretty make up? It that what you want?" He asks darkly.

You look back at him. You can see on his face that the last ounce of resolve he has is quickly slipping away. One more tiny act of defiance and he would release all that jealous, green eyed monster filled rage out on you and turn it into some of the best sex you had ever had. All you had to do was push.

"If you wanted to fuck the brat out of me you would have done it by now."

You could have sworn you heard something snap inside him. Before you could push any further both of your hands were pinned above your head, trapped in his strong grip. His hands and yanked your panties down your legs and somehow he had managed to get them all the way off of you and he stuff them in his back pocket.

He wasted no time plunging two fingers deep into your core. A moan left your lips as you felt him curl the thick digits inside you and stroke that spongy area that would have tou seeing starts in a matter of minutes.

"Oh fuck." You moan out as he plunged them in and out of your wetness. It should be embarrassing how wet and worked up you already were, but Rooster knew exactly how to get your motor going.

He pushed further into you past his knuckles. You could feel the cool metal of metal of his wedding band against your burning skin.

"Oh, yes, yes baby just like that." You moaned as he scissored your walls. You legs quaked around his hips. If he hadn't had you pinned against the wall you surely would have melted to the ground.

You could feel your desire pooling deep in the pit of your stomach. Your cunt clenched around his fingers trying to pull them deeper into you with each of this thrusts. His thumb found your clit and he began to draw harsh circles on it.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes Rooster, thats it daddy, feels so fucking good" you moaned. He hummed back in response. His body was invading your space as he finger fucked you. All you could do, see, think, smell, feel was him.

"Roos, so close, please, please" you begged as the pleasure builded. Just a few more pumps of his hand, a deeper curl of his fingers, some more harsh strokes of your clit and you would be a cumming shaking mess.

But then, just as you were about to reach the precipice of your pleasure, the mother fucker stopped.

"Ahhh" you cried out at the sudden loss of contact. You quickly tried to grind yourself down on his hand but he pulled it away.

"Ah, ah, ah" He tutted. "Brats don't get to cum on my fingers. But if you can be a good girl, maybe I will let you cum on my cock." He tipped your face up to look at him.

God what a sight you were. Your hair had fallen from its high ponytail and strands of it fluttered around you face. Your favorite red lipstick was smeared across your swollen lips. Your cheeks were flushed with desire and your eyes were glassed over and hazy with pleasure. Seeing you like this did wonders for Rooster's ego because he knew that he was the only person who could wind you up like this.

He let go of your hands and quickly undid his belt and unfastened his jeans. He pushed them and his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

He teased the head of it through your extremely sensitive folds.

"B..bb...Bradley please don't tease me... nn...nn..need you so bad." You stammered out.

He slipped just the head into your aching core. "You going to stop being a brat? Gonna be my good girl?" He asked teasing the head in and out of your weeping hole.

"Yes." You breathed out desperate for his touch and the orgasm you were denied.

"Yes what?" He asks pulling back out.

"Yes Sir Captain Bradshaw. Want to be your good girl." You moan out as you feel more of him push in.

"Fuuuuuuck" you groan out once he is fully seated inside you. No matter how many times Rooster has had sex with you, you still can't get over just how far he stretches you. He fills you to the point where it is almost painful, almost.

He begins a slow rhythm, like he has all the time in the world. Like you two are somewhere private and alone when in reality you are just outside the bar which is filled with people.

"Rooster please faster!" You beg. While his lazy strokes are nice, you need him to fuck you hard and fast. Being so close and having him jerk it away from you has you on edge and you just need to cum. He knows this. He knows exactly what he is doing to you.

"Well since you said please." He states as he picks up his pace. His strokes come fast and deep. The thick head of his dick reaching that special spot deep inside you and grazing it over and over again.

It feels so good, he feels so good. You thank God everyday that this man is your husband.

His grip on your hip tightens as he continues to push into you fast and deep, fast and deep. Your toes curl into your sandals as your thighs tighten around him.

"Oh God, fuck, Rooster right there... feels so good." You moan out as he pulls out and pushes all the way back in.

You can hear the sounds of your wetness as his cock travels through your folds. Its pornographic, sinful, amazing.

"You're so close aren't you baby?" He moans into your ear. "Can feel how tight you are gripping me. You pretty little pussy is so fucking needy for me. Wants me to make it cum so bad doesn't it?" He asks in a condensing tone.

"Yes, I, please, need, ugh, Bradley." You can't form a coherent sentence. All you want is him to get you off , to make you scream, to turn you into a puddling mess... no, you don't want it, you need it.

"Look at you, my little brat, so needy you can't even talk." He groans before absolutely pounding into you.

You can't help but scream. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. His left hand drops to your clit and strokes it.

"Yesyesyesyes" you cry out, too far gone to care if anyone hears you or not. "That's it, honey, come on, cum for me. Who is making you feel this good? Who do you belong to?" He pushes just before you reach your crescendo.

"YOU ROOSTER, I FUCKING BELONG TO YOU" you scream out before euphoria washed over you. You screw your eyes shut as a white light erupts behind them. You throw your head back as tears fall from your eyes and you scream his name until you throat is raw.

He continues to push into you drawing out your high until he falls over the edge, you walls gripping him and milking his cock dry.

As you both come down from the high it takes you both a minute to catch your breath. He presses his forehead to yours as you both pant heavily.

"Fuck Cherry." He curses looking at you. You are both wrecked.

You can't help but laugh.

He slowly pulls out of you. You both wince at the loss of contact. You quickly try to clamp your thighs shut.

"Rooster. I need my panties back." You state not wanting your mixed release to start flowing down your legs.

He pulls them from his pocket and dangles them infront of you.

"Maybe I should keep these. Then everyone in there would for sure know who's girl you are." He winks. You snatch them from his hand and slip them back on and attempt to makes yourself presentable again.

But it's no use, the minute you walk back in there, everyone is going to know what the two of you did, and you bet you ass they are going to know without a doubt you are Roosters girl.

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bridgetoesoteria · 5 months

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🥰Timeless Love Reading 💟💗

Heyy back with anotha one! ➡Poll correlates with the piles⬅

Hope it resonates :)

Collective: For everyone I am getting the message that its time to break out of limiting beliefs. It may be time to face some fears or other things you have been avoiding.

I'm using a deck that I very rarely reach for these days. It was my first deck and I loved it! But it reminds me of someone who ended up really hurting me so I avoid it. But today I felt drawn to it for this reading and realized I didn't want to let them taint my life any longer.

I feel that everyone is being called to do that in someway. Take back your power in love and start controlling the narrative more.

Using Sun and Moon Tarot + The Afro Goddess Clear Vision Duo

Pile 1: Summer

4 Card Spread: The Lovers, 3 of Cups, Queen of Wands, and Princess of Pentacles. Bottom of the deck is Ace of Swords.

I'm getting a pretty bright and cheery energy. So either this is where you are or where you are headed. Yay! Love to see it 🥳 I'm bumping some Amy Winehouse right now. It always makes me feel so sultry. That's kinda the same energy I am getting from your reading.

I think you will be going out and having a great time. You will be re-discovering your sexuality. You will truly be "feeling yourself" (no pun intended!). Some of you could be getting frisky and I see the possibility of children, so take precautions if you are not ready for kids. But for others, if that is what you are hoping for this is a good sign. Some of you may be looking to expand your families.

For others, I think you will have a suitor that comes forward and makes you forget about the past. It looks healthy and honest. (This doesn't mean trust blindly. Always maintain your boundaries and trust your intuition!). Its possible they could make a proposal like asking you on a date, asking to make it official, or something else. Seems like there is romance and mutual love ahead ♥

TL;DR: You will definitely be feeling yourself, if you aren't already. Rightfully, so! What's wrong with confidence. You might be feeling a little hot in the pants *wink wink* so take precautions if you are not looking to get pregnant. You might meet someone that is a good match. Still make sure to trust your intuition and maintain proper boundaries. These are important ingredients for any healthy relationship.

Oracle: Sensei + Passion

Hopefully, you can see the images. Look over the messages and take what resonates with you. You will know its for you by the way it makes you feel.

Yeah... I know what I'm talking about when I said I saw some spicy energy in your reading. Luckies! I am also getting a bit of a marriage vibe.

Pile 2: Autumn/Fall

4 Card Spread: King of Cups, 6 of Wands, Ace of Cups, and 2 of Pentacles. Bottom of the deck is The Emperor.

Jamming to Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. Go listen! It may have messages or a vibe you resonate with! Omg and now Brokenhearted by Karmin is playing. I remember when I thought this was Cher Lloyd lol... anywayy..

I am getting such good energy for this pile! I love it. You could be romantics at heart. I am getting a free spirited energy. You don't let heartbreak keep you down and jaded. You always find a way to come back out on top and open your heart again. That is seriously impressive! Its not easy or common to be that resilient! (In case you're wondering, my phone is now playing Drama Queen (That Girl) by Lindsay Lohan). Go you! 😊🙌 If you aren't here right now, this is a sign that you can get there! Manifest it!

I do see someone coming in. They give me kind of goofy energy but well-meaning. They might have more serious intentions than you think or they could have a serious side. I do feel like the ball will be in your court in some way. So just know everything can go the way you want it to. I think this can apply to love overall. You're in a very attractive energy.

If you are going through a heartbreak, you will get over it. I don't mean that in a dismissive way. It just feels like you will start to snap out of it almost. The pain may linger but you will find ways and people to distract yourself.

Some of you are wondering if you should reconcile with a certain person. I see them thinking the same thing. You both feel the same way but probably don't show it. This is probably more of a communication problem and difference in love languages. If you do decide to get back together, try to get to know each other in a more light hearted way. Focus on the moment for now, instead of the bigger picture. Maybe get one of those "couple's questions" type of decks from Amazon.

Some of you may be trying for a baby and I see positive signs here. Make sure to really tune into your empress energy. Know that you have abundance interwoven in your energy and DNA.

TL;DR: Some of you may be experiencing some friction with a partner or may be newly single. You will feel like going out and doing you. I see that you and this other person may struggle with communication and understanding each other. Take some time apart to cool off. Don't make any impulsive decisions you will regret later. If you choose to reconcile, focus on getting know each other for who you truly are. Maybe do this in a light hearted way with some couple's quizzes/games.

Oracle: The One of Wonders + Oil and Water

I'm definitely getting some kind of love-hate vibe. Someone you can't live with but you also can't seem to live without. I knew I was getting an LGBT vibe when I started this reading. I think some of you in this pile could belong to the community. Whether you are single, or going through a break with you partner, I see you dusting off the "freakum" dress and wildin out. Maybe you feel like you deserve this. You've earned the right to have some carefree nights.

Hey, I'm not going to stop you. If you like it, I love it! Go ahead and get it out of your system. Just be safe my dearies. Remember you might end up having a veryy honest discussion with a partner/love interest so don't do anything you might not want to share.

Pile 3: Spring

Off the Bat: Before I even began shuffling I was getting a kind of scorned feeling. Some of you may be thirsty for some kind of revenge. That's kind of funny because I have been wanting to do a "Get Your Lick Back" reading 🤣🤣 But I didn't know if that was too messy for the first week of 2024.

4 Card Spread: Queen of Swords, The Chariot, The Magician, and The Devil. Bottom of the deck is 6 of Cups.

I think you will be taking more charge in your love life. Its like you have a fire under you that's driving this energy. You could be experiencing some kind of heartbreak or toxic cycle.

You will probably be hearing from this person or reaching out to them yourself. It will be up to you what you want to do with this situation. You could take them back and have passion but its likely that you will realize you have outgrown this situation. I think you have learned a lot about this person and you are ready to put up better boundaries.

Some of you could be leaving this person. You may not trust that they are going to maintain whatever change they are showing you. If you do know this person to be toxic and hurtful, you are making the right choice.

Regardless of your specific situation, I do think with the Chariot and Magician in the middle of your reading, you have the power to manifest whatever you need. Harness whatever surge of passion or energy you get and use it to go after what you want. Some of you will manifest communication after a fight or about a fight or betrayal.

For others I see your relationship improving. I think more effort will be put in to try and protect your foundation. It feels a bit scattered for some reason. I think your intentions are in the right place. Perhaps you would benefit from couple's counseling or something similar.

TL;DR: You will have the choice to end a toxic relationship or cycle. Some of you may find that you have outgrown a person or situation. You could manifest communication from someone that reveals some kind of truth. For others, there is a commitment to protecting what you have built with each other. If you fall into that group, consider couple's therapy! Ball is in your court no matter where you fall.

Oracle: Oil and Water + The Librarian

Read over the information for each card. I think the messages meant for you will jump out at you.

Lift Me Up by Rihanna and Demons by Imagine Dragons may have some messages you resonate with. Also check what the year of the dragon may mean for you

Pile 4: Winter

Off the Bat: I am getting a lot of air energy! I also turned off all my music and stopped sipping. Some of you could be moving into a pretty serious energy. You have priorities and don't want to waste energy on nonsense.

4 Card Spread: Page of Swords, King of Swords, 10 of Swords, and King of Wands. Bottom of deck is 10 of Cups.

Some of you could be dealing with a break up. If it hasn't gotten to that point, there may be a lot of cold energy between you and your partner or love interest. Perhaps they want to act single and keep you a secret and you just aren't cool with that? Or perhaps they have a secret of their own. I am picking up on some kind of immature and selfish behavior. I almost want to call it ridiculous. So maybe that is how you feel. Others of them may be burying themselves in work to get over some kind of pain. Whatever the case, you are not feeling emotionally fulfilled.

You feel comfortable putting a pin in things. Even though you may feel quite compatible with this person in a lot of ways, there is something missing. I feel like there may be lack of emotional availability from both sides but it could feel like they don't see you at all.

You may find yourself walking away with a heavy heart. I am seeing you represented by some very powerful cards! The Queen of Wands and High Priestess! This person may not have acknowledged your worth but that does not mean it isn't there. You have a lot of inner strength and power. Your mind and intuition are sharp. If you know you can do better, go out there and manifest it!

TL;DR: You may be kicking an unfulfilling person or situation to the side. If you are not being recognized and cherished by your partner, I think you already feel that it is time to go. You definitely have the energy to attract what you deserve. No more settling. You are walking away to get your mind right.

Oracle: Parted Paths + The Dependent

I hope you can see that. Please take read over the messages from each card and take what resonates.

Thank you everyone for stopping by. I hope it resonates. I've never done pick a card style readings before.

#tarotcommunity #tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #intuitive readings #love reading #pick a card reading #pick a pile #relationship reading #oracle cards

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2024 Watch List pt1

Here we go again!

To sir, with love - This is a lakorn so it's appropriately dramatic. The mothers are absolutely foul and do an awful lot of scheming and yelling. Jam/Film are intensely watchable and make wet fish kisses look terribly romantic. Tongtong Kitsakorn as Yang was a revelation. I'm sad he's pm just a lakorn actor/pop star because he is so watchable. I loved that, though they were evil and insane, the mothers all felt fleshed out and realised. You understood why they were yikes. 3½/5 (2/1/23)

A Boss & a Babe - I quit this at episode 2 and then decided to go back to it. I don’t regret doing so. This isn’t top tier but it’s also not shit tier. Cher, the very dictionary definition of toxic positivity, and Gun, an autism coded cat man, enter into an extremely quick romance (like seriously, it’s taken hard worn lesbians longer to say I love you) the catch being they’re intern and company boss. Honestly in another drama that would have been the the huge hiccup of the series, keeping them apart, but it’s consistently shown to be more of an issue for others that it is for them. This is very low conflict, mostly romcom fluff with two weirdly intense, barely explored side stories for support characters. I didn’t loath Force in this and would actually like him to be given more roles where he’s just a soft simp and not a boring sarcastic one. Book does some good comedy work here. 3/5 (4/1/23)

The day I loved you - I know this won’t work for everyone. It’s a bittersweet ten episode love story between a boy with ASL and the ‘rebel’ exchange student at his school. Pinoy BL, for me, either really hits or really misses and this hit. It does use a questionable model of disability, namely the inspiration model, but I cant nit pick too much when this is only ten 15/20 minute episodes. I enjoyed it a lot, you may also if you’re okay with a bittersweet ending vs an out and out happy one. 3½/5 (12/1/24)

VIP Only - Well this was adorable. Slow as molasses and just as sweet. This probably won’t be for everyone, very slow and not much happens other than character growth and a love story, but it worked for me. The edit is horrendous in places and I do wish Taiwan did longer episodes, but those are my only gripes. 3½/5 (19/1/24)

I cannot reach you - I don’t really watch Jbl. There are just styles and tropes that I don’t enjoy watching that Japan uses a lot of. It’s a taste thing more than it is anything else. So keep that in mind. This is full of a lot of the things I don’t like; over action, randomly running everywhere, sudden non-con. But it’s also endearingly sweet and very well acted, so I did find myself enjoying it. I don’t think this’ll awaken a desire to watch lots of Jbl but it has made me consider some others. 3/5 (20/1/24)

Last Twilight - I had a lot of fun with this. The dialogue and acting were all top notch and, as ever with Aof productions, it was stunning to look at. It weaves the story of two broken people healing one another very well with Jimmy & Sea doing beautiful work as Mhok & Day. I think this came a little unstuck at points in the end. I liked most of the romance movie style ending but I remain a little unsure about Day’s ending. Still, this is a show that I enjoyed every week and will have no issues rewatching. 4/5 (26/1/24)

Old Fashion Cupcake - I’m working on trying out more JBL to get a feel for what I do and don’t like. This? This I like. We don’t have enough stories about older people anyway and this does it well. Togawa’s slow courting of Nozue through shared experiences and casual intimacy is delicious to watch. 4/5 (4/2/24)

Pit Babe - I love when I show wholly knows what it is and doesn’t try and be anything but that. This knew it was a big ol’ fanfic and leaned wholeheartedly into that. Whether it was the breeding program subplot or the consistently dumb toothpaste and sausage ppl it handled them both with equal aplomb. It’s also worth noting that was largely really well acted too! Pavel, Nut & Sailub particularly impressed me but there was nobody bad. 4/5 (9/2/24)

Our Dining Table - My journey into JBL continues and this was the best one yet. Soft pining between two sad boy leads with a gorgeous found family story woven in. The treacle slow courting between these two won’t be for everyone but it was wholly for me. 5/5 (17/2/24)

Cooking Crush - The edit on this was criminally bad at points, sometimes I truly felt I’d skipped a part and I hadn’t at all, but it still served up a good little story. If you’re visiting this for the romance it’s not really that, the story is in the friends and their lives more than it is in Ten & Prem’s romance. I loved the comedy in this, it hit those notes well and was never over the top. (Lots of puns that I expect are super good if you speak Thai.) Nobody is bad in this, everyone delivers, but OffGun are as watchable as they always are and the few kisses they do have are perfect. 3/5 (18/2/24)

The Novelist - When I say I don’t love JBL it’s usually because the tropes are just too tropey for my tastes. Apparently I’m a lying liar who lies because this is extremely Japanese and I loved every moody second of it. Kijima is a sad, lonely, messed up man who doesn’t think he’s deserving of anything good and it’s wildly compelling to watch. 4/5 (18/2/24)

Mood Indigo - Fucked up 4 Fucked up. Two broken, sad, lonely men mess up repeatedly, and erotically, that’s it that’s the show and I ate it up with a spoon. Deeply flawed assholes being toxic together, when it’s well written and well acted, is so disgustingly watchable to me and this certainly was. 5/5 (18/2/24)

The Novelist: Playback - Continues where The Novelist ends. I watched the clean version of this, it was what was available to me, and was still deeply entertained. So if you think people watch this series for the heat then you’re incorrect. This is another instalment of Kijima Rio being a horribly broken fuck up of a man. I loved it. 4/5 (21/2/24)

Tokyo in April is… - I love a good destined to be together trope when it’s done well and this is done beautifully. Kazuma and Ren fall in love as teenagers and are separated before finding one another again as adults. The pacing on this is a little rough, I get what they were doing with the sub-plot but it felt mildly unneeded and time would have been better given to exploring our leads generally or even Ren’s painful family issues. This is still a lovely drama that I wholly recommend. 4/5 (21/2/24)

#jen rambles #to sir with love #a boss and a babe #the day I loved you #VIP only #I cannot reach you #last twilight #old fashion cupcake #pit babe #our dining table #cooking crush #The Novelist #Mood Indigo #playback #tokyo in april is...

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weekly tarot reading for each zodiac sign

june 26 - july 1

you should read about your:

• ascendant/rising sign - for the events happening in your life and your patterns of behavior this week. • moon sign - for your personal perspectives and introspection. • sun sign - for how you might react to all of it.

ARIES

so this is the start of cancer season, you're not very comfortable in this energy, you may feel defensive and offended oftenly, depressed, misunderstood and powerless. creativity is a great outlet!

picture to burn - taylor swift

key words: introspection, considering, eyes closed, microphone, offers, choices, unfair, sleep, cold.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

TAURUS

you're very comfortable this week, this may be a time when being possessive over your material goods pays off well to enjoy a nice future. not emotionally fulfilling, maybe lonely.

barbie tingz - nicki minaj

key words: loose clothes, hair down, investing, planning, fruits of your labor, selfishness, stubborn, stars.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

GEMINI

financially great time, maybe you'll get your salary this week, you're very fulfilled materially. however, you're in a minute of insecurity, you have everything, so pay attention only to the good!

talking body - tove lo

key words: imbalance, sunlight, late night conversations, rain, flowers, award, thin, exchange, family business.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

CANCER

your intuition is at an all time high and it is saying you may have neglected your mental and emotional well-being for material stability. with your intelligence, as long as you're attentive to those areas, you'll be ok! rest well, you're on the right track!

want u back - cher lloyd

key words: patience, self respect, inner confidence, perceived competition, tired, suspicious, attentive, support.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

LEO

you refuse to conform, your friends, family, job, society, spiritual beliefs might be saying one thing to you but it's not your truth and you won't settle. you're powerful when standing your ground, everyone respects you.

primadonna - marina

key words: royalty, metal, inner thoughts, imagination, the unseen, waiting, boss, confidence.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

VIRGO

your work hasn't been paying off and you're looking for different ways to increase wealth. teamwork is the key, rely on those you trust the most to help you grow! it'll work out, the cards say opportunities may fall from the sky!

misery business - paramore

key words: shiny things, mediocre, frustration, house, family, community, a helping hand, relaxing.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

LIBRA

you're coming out of a dark patch, you're not used to something this good happening but balance is sure to follow you. it is not a new idea or someone else's thoughts, this is where your soul feels at home ^^ "we're halfway there!"

love on top - beyoncé

key words: inner peace, music, beauty, power, healing, stronger, hardworking, self centered, consequences.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

SCORPIO

a time of celebration and learning, you have a lot going for you physically and, internally, you're full of introspection and a thirst for knowledge - it may cause you some anxiety if you think your outer world doesn't match with you, find ways to be who you are when you're alone while with others, talk to your walls.

i write sins not tragedies - panic! at the disco

key words: house, money, options, rethinking, family talk, dark room, cats, holding hands, secret, hidden.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

SAGITTARIUS

you may have great conversations this week, which will help get you out of a very difficult moment. you may have felt betrayed, but someone will make you think the world is not as bad as you think and you may seriously consider quitting an unfavorable job.

i kissed a girl - katy perry

key words: intoxicated, rose-colored glasses, support, healing, surprise, bored, typical, annoyed.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

CAPRICORN

waiting for something that will make you really happy is making you sad, focus on the lovely people around you and try to start a new project for distraction, fulfillment is sure to follow soon.

heartbreak girl - 5 seconds of summer

key words: happy family, pets, money, self induced heartbreak, decision, savings, prepared, working out, closing doors.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

AQUARIUS

good news may come this week and people will try to shut your excitement down, you'll feel betrayed but you know they are right, it is not the time to move yet, hold that thought and contemplate your next moves. it's a coming of age scene.

dilemma - nelly (ft. kelly rowland)

key words: rite of passage, hit the breaks, nap, newspaper, boat, pretty clothes, closing a faucet.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

PISCES

you're bringing a good idea you had a long time ago into reality, this is something you're passionate about and it's taking you out of pain. so much fulfillment, try not to be too egotistical or do too many things at once and this will be a great week!!!

rude - magic!

key words: potions, tea, headband, excitement, delicacy, forever, much water, working out, fire party, rainbow.

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Sandy Saturdays #2:

On My Way by Sandy Denny and The Strawbs

The summer of 67 was dominated by two songs you know well.

One of them, Aretha Franklin's Respect, is titanic, a song that is as important and on fire today as it was then.

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The other, The Beatles's All You Need Is Love, kinda sucks.

Come on, admit it, the song is a bore. By the time Paul interrupts the interminable fade out to sing "she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah" we all wish they'd sang that song instead. Would I rather listen to The Monsanto Years all over again instead of All You Need is Love? Hell no. But after the high water mark of Strawberry Fields Forever/Penny Lane at the dawn of 67 Ringo and his moptop mustachioed mates hit a dull patch singles-wise which, in addition to AYNiL, includes the asinine but hummable supermarket anthem Hello, Goodbye (seriously, it's always on while I contemplate lunch meat; I hate buying lunch meat) and the frantic Lady Madonna.

Look beyond those two dominant summer tracks and you'll see that 67 otherwise featured a lot of bubblegum pop: the Monkees' I'm a Believer and The Turtles' Happy Together are obvious examples. What was missing altogether in 67's jovial pop department were female voices. The Mamas and Papas and Sonny and Cher had already had their moments largely come and go. Yes, Grace Slick commanded everyone to experience her white rabbit that summer, but that great song scares the hell out of me; pop confection it is not, nor did it top the charts.

Linda Ronstadt would soon fill the feminine gap. In the fall of 67 she married the bubblegum gesture of the day to the independent feminine power Franklin had unleashed at the opening of the summer. Take a listen to her broad strength on Different Drum.

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"Get all men and their ponies behind me; place them behind bushes," Linda commands. "I'm as loud as an entire orchestra and I'm not letting any person, place or thing pull the reins in on me."

In my own version of the multiverse, in August 67, when Respect was still echoing in everyone's ears and Different Drum not was not yet beating, The Beatles scrap their nice but unoriginal idea about people needing love and they stand bloody well aside, making way for Sandy Denny. Here's what Sandy recorded that July with an earnest group of pop wannabes: this song that was not released (in our version of reality anyway) until 6 long years later:

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Lean into this piece. All the ingredients are in place for pop chart domination: there's a catchy chorus, bold, warm chord changes, vague romantic optimism and let's-pass-the-hat-among-friends vocal sharing.

And then there's Sandy. Just as bold in her way as Linda and Aretha, she tuns this simple pop nugget into a bold declaration of feminine power. By comparison, the poor guy who shares vocals with her sounds like he's James Madison sized: Five foot nothing, 95 pounds. Then again, any man would be instantly insignificant beside Denny. Stephen Stills would be lilliputian.

So get in your time machine already and head back to 67: give Sandy and the Strawbs a slightly bigger budget and a marketing plan. Then we'll all have this song in our bones instead of Happy Together. Wouldn't that be great?

Athena sprang forth from Zeus's head fully armed. In the summer of 67 Ronstadt and Franklin confronted patriarchy and popular tastes with that kind of unabashed feminine strength and power. It's only because some dumb record producer initially shelved On My Way in 67 that we don't think of Sandy Denny in those very same terms.

So go out and get Sandy this Saturday.

#Youtube #sandy denny #linda ronstadt #aretha franklin #stephen stills sucks

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fancy-a-dance-brigadier · 2 years

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i wanna ask about either julian or miles, you can pick which one cos i can't decide x

Why choose just one when I can do both?

Julian

Sexuality Headcanon: That man is bisexual and there is nothing anyone can say that'll convince me otherwise

Gender Headcanon: I do like the idea of him being intersex - that one line from Body Parts practically cemented that idea in my brain. But as far as gender identity goes, I think he'd identify as masculine but like, masculine-lite. He has some very GNC moments which cannot be ignored

A BROTP I have with said character: I do so adore Julian and Jadzia's friendship, but I think I've rambled enough about why on other posts so I'll just say that that one episode where Jadzia does magic tricks and Julian's like :o is peak content, 10/10, never been bested

A NOTP I have with said character: Jezri, but not because I dislike them as a ship on principle, but because the writing was bad. But seriously every time I talk about Jezri I feel a stronger need to rewrite season 7 and make them work. It feels like a personal challenge from the prophets or something

A random headcanon: His favourite music groups are ABBA, The Spice Girls, and Bananarama. He throws in some Cher and Whitney Houston for good measure

General opinion over said character: He is my blorbo, my one and only, my favourite silly little tennis man. The DS9 writers wrote such a mess of a character in season 1 and I was like, you know what? This is the Ultimate Guy. There will never be another Guy who does it like Dr. Twink M.D. over here, and bless Alexander Siddig for letting his IRL chaotic energy carry over into his performance as Julian. Basically I love him <3

Miles

Sexuality Headcanon: I'm sorry Jiles shippers but I can't see him as anything but straight, I hope you'll understand <3

Gender Headcanon: he man

A BROTP I have with said character: I mean it's gotta be Miles and Julian. While I don't really like just how intense it got in season seven (I feel like it robbed them both of good character development, especially Julian), everything that came before that was absolutely top-notch. Miles' interview with Zimmerman when he was going on about Julian's best qualities has me sobbing every time, it's so sweet, I love one emotionally constipated Irishman

A NOTP I have with said character: Uuhhhh everyone? I guess? He's just such a wife guy I don't see him with anyone but Keiko. Like, I get where Jiles is coming from and I hope ya'll are having fun, but it's just not for me. So I guess Miles/Anyone who isn't Keiko would be my NOTP?

A random headcanon: Since I shared my headcanons for Julian's music taste, I will share my headcanon for Miles' too. I think he'd be big on bands like Midnight Oil, but also Chumbawumba. Don't ask me why

General opinion: My opinion of him has always been so consistent - I liked him in Emissary, and I liked him just the same in What You Leave Behind. He's just such a solid guy, and I love the fact that he's a union man. That's king behaviour right there

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun with this <3

#ask game #ds9

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𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀🦴❤️‍🩹

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

some ppl with these placements actually look younger than their age. but then some look like moms/dads when they’re like in their teens lmao. well built cheekbones. dominant jawline, and splendid smile usually. pale for their race. a lot of hair usually(cher has this lol). ppl may not find you approachable, since you may have rbf. overawing, and sphinxlike vibes. alert with their surroundings. can be kind. you may be harsh on yourself, and may not give yourself credit. since saturn rules restrictions, and 1st house expressions, you may be introverted/shy/reserved.

celebrities:Princess Diana, Britney Spears, John Lennon, Kevin Hart

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

don’t play when it comes to clothes, cars, houses, materials in general, and their finances/money. makes smart money moves. may get rich/have luck in the business world when they’re older(like 40s, and up). unpretentious. may like to collect things, and go to antique shops. may like “old” or “vintage” items. may stress over money, and may be cheap tbh. may wear ties a lot lol. i think of businessmen/women for this placement since that may be how you dress. you may also wear clothes that don’t draw much attention, and you may not even wear name brand clothes that often. may like soft smells/smells that aren’t too strong(flower essential oils, vanilla, etc). may love or hate coffee, green veggies, starches, alcohol, and salty food in general. may not like to let ppl borrow things/may be stingy(saturn=restrict, 2nd=money/materials)

celebrities:Ariana Grande, Jennifer Lawrence, Prince, Kanye West

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

laid back way of talking. i feel like they would have a “demanding” or maybe deep voice lmao. takes school seriously. may be shy when it comes to talking to classmates, or just reserved. probably just sees school to help get a career, and not to make friends. siblings may have capricorn/saturn in their chart. you may be the oldest sibling, or the most reliable. you may be stern, and overprotective with siblings. might have a harsh relationship w/siblings, and neigbors. may isolate from the community. most likely dislikes speaking in front of many ppl/doing presentations. usually respectful.

celebrities:Kylie Jenner, Bjork, Jim Carrey, Steve Jobs

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

scared of vulnerability, may get disappointed when trying to lean on others, because they are not of much help. daddy/mommy issues(more of daddy tbh), or abandonment issues. may worry a lot abt ppl they love. has it hard in the beginning of life, but makes it to the top. life gets better, but childhood was most likely hard. worried abt finances as a kid when they shouldn’t have, may not have gotten a lot of attention as a kid, and one of the parents or maybe both were workaholics. one parent or both parents may be strict/cold. just needs a lot of affection🥺. may be grateful that their childhood was rough, since it made them a better person. might be an only child. family most likely is traditional and/or religious, maybe too conventional. these ppl are warm yet cold(if that makes sense lmaoo). intelligent more often than not.

celebrities:Marilyn Monroe, Madonna, Tom Cruise, Drake

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

probably doesn’t know how to let loose, and have a good time! most likely doesn’t want many kids, and/or may have kids in their 30’s+. will most likely make sure they’re financially stable before having kids. may be a wall hugger at parties/just chill on the corner. serious/doesn’t play games, reliable, loyal, and honest in the dating world. children may have capricorn/saturn in their chart(esp the first child). wants the best for their kids. may be strict, and may need to try being more open minded when it comes to parenting. hobbies may be sleeping, reading, working, planning, studying/researching, etc. may like to visit old fashioned places(museums, antique shops, etc). solemn aura. may lose virginity later than usual.

celebrities:Shakira, Dua Lipa, Jim Morrison, Heath Ledger

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

try getting out your comfort zone, every once in awhile. most likely has a routine. judgemental with co-workers. watches health, very closely. may work too much. pets should be independent baddies, and mysterious(so cats mainly, or reptiles). you’re inventive. remember it’s okay to take a break, and do nothing useful at all :)

celebrities:Lady Gaga, Adele, Jimi Hendrix, Eddie Murphy

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

attracts capricorn’s/ppl with a lot of saturn in their chart easily. may date someone much older or younger, age difference will be significant. may start dating/get a first love later than others. positive:attracts reliable, loyal, secure, and has their priorities straight ppl. at worst you attract:boring, stern, harsh, cold, materialistic, ppl. this could apply to your friends too btw, not just lovers. you need to make sure you set rules for your relationships, and make sure your standards are at a good level. another good thing abt this placement is you’re more likely to have long lasting, and stable relationships. you may fear rejection, but you jeee to learn that it’s okay and it happens to everyone.

celebrities:Selena Gomez, Jennifer Lopez, Kurt Cobain, Johnny Depp

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

either has sex a lot young or old no in between. may have a period where they don’t have sex at all for awhile. may become spiritual later on. may get into astrology later on also lol. most likely will die of old age/naturally. cynical. men here may be small(ifyk what i mean), but you can also last a good amount of time in bed. may actually be good at sex, bc saturn means trying to be the best at something/success lol. fears death(i feel like these ppl fear more of what happens after death, not death itself).

celebrities:Khole Kardashian, Renee Zellweger, Elton John, Dwayne Johnson

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

luck, and fortune happens in your 30s+. may be closed minded, but may become more open minded as they grow. may be conservative. but may also be an atheist tbh. may want to major in business, become a lawyer, major in finances, etc. hard headed, but clear sighted. may not be a fan of traveling, or may not have many chances to until their older.

celebrities:Rihanna, Julia Roberts, Paul Mccartney, Charlie Chaplin

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

reputation may be that you are a no nonsense, hard working, logical, reliable, and loyal person. may have known what you wanted to be for a long time. you may have a job associated with your family/a tradition. afraid of not succeeding. ceo, judge, teacher, engineer, lawyer, businessman/woman may be a job of yours. you may overwork yourself, take a day off to just relax. may start working later in their 30s. ambitious

celebrities:Kim Kardashian, Oprah Winfrey, Chris Evans, Michael Jackson

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

may attract friends/ppl that crush on you that have capricorn/saturn in their chart. may have friends for a very long time. may become more of a social butterfly/make friends more often in their 30s+. at first, you may hate socializing, and picky with who their friends with/won’t just befriend anyone. the reliable friend, will always be there for you, and loyal(or these might be the traits of your friends). doesn’t have time for fake friends. you will stand for your friends or they’ll stand up for you. honestly you may be one of those ppl that say they’re “born in the wrong generation” lmao. may not relate to ppl your age.

celebrities:Cameron Diaz, Demi Moore, Elon Musk, Robin Williams

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

taps into spirituality in their 30s+. may deny spirituality for awhile, and their intuition. don’t deny your gut feelings, and your energies baby :). your past life may have been rough. i’ve heard that jail may have happened for individuals with this placement in their past lives. you may go through hardship, before getting living a good and easy life. may be regretful for no good reason. need to work on expressing yourself emotionally, and not bottling up how you feel. maybe try to express your feelings in a creative way(music, art, poetry, etc).

celebrities:Beyoncé, Angelina Jolie, Will Smith, Robert De Niro

#astrology #zodiac #zodiac signs #astro notes #astro observations #saturn #saturn in 1st #saturn in 2nd house #saturn in 3rd house #saturn in the 4th house #saturn in 5th house #saturn in the 6th house #saturn in 7th house #saturn in the 8th house #saturn in 9th house #saturn in the 10th house #saturn in 11th #saturn in the 12th house

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A Familiar Face

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 950

Warnings: One Swear Word, Sam being a smooth motherfucker, (make that Two Swear Words), a brief mention of Endgame victims, including implied talk of Steve, implied sexy times

A/N: I’ve never written Sam x Reader before, but I wanted to try given that I love Sam with my whole heart and the fact that their making his roots from the South like Mackie gives my soul an extreme dose of serotonin. I also had this thought they other day while talking to a friend about how Bucky has the term of endearment “doll” that is known through the fandom, but Sam doesn’t really have one and a common term of endearment (that I’ve read, at least) in Louisiana is “cher”, which is a French word that they use because the whole creole/French-Cajun thing they have. So! Cher is my new term of endearment for Samuel T. Wilson!

Anywho, this story was written with HBC’s Lucky in Love Day 22 prompt, Recognition, in mind. Please excuse any mistakes as it’s not beta’d and enjoy!

Day 14 - Influence, Day 18 - Occasion, Day 19 - Odds (all Bucky x Reader)

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There’s almost nothing he loves more than Louisiana. He loves the people, the history, the culture. The breeze from the water, the sound of the active docks, the people moving around as they do their job. This. This is home. And boy, has he missed home.

“Sarah!”

He turns at the sound of the familiar voice, his breath leaving his body at the sight that meets his eyes.

And boy…has he missed that.

He recognizes her instantly, from the top of that pretty little head to the ends of her toes. She’s changed, obviously. It’s been quite a few years since they’ve seen each other. But she still has those beautiful eyes and that breathtaking smile.

She’s laughing at something his sister said, placing the box she brought down on the table besides them. His nephews run up to hug her and she quickly squeezes them back, giving them affectionate noogies.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He ambles up to the women, a smirk on his lips as he raises an eyebrow.

She turns to him, setting her hands on her hips and cocking her head. “Samuel Thomas Wilson.”

Her full name falls from his lips, mocking the way she just said his. “It’s been a while, cher.”

“That happens when you go off to join the Air Force and become an Avenger.” She teases, before turning to Sarah. “Can I get four pounds of trout fillet? Dinner party at my folk’s place tonight.”

“Of course! It’s gonna be $9.16.” Sarah tells her, eyeing Sam. “Let me go grab it for you.”

“Thank you, love.”

Sarah smiles, shooting her a wink. “Only the best for my best friend.”

When she’s gone, Sam leans on the wooden column, his lips pulling up. “How’ve you been, baby girl? A pretty little thing only deserves the best life can offer.”

Sam’s grin widens as she ducks her head, a little chuckle escaping her, before looking up again. “Not bad, Wilson. Not bad at all. Except for the whole dying thing. How about you? I hear life’s been pretty hectic.”

Sam shrugs, his smile slipping from his lips. “Yeah, well, it’s to be expected with everything that went down, ya know?”

She frowns and he wishes she didn’t. He already misses her smile. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been rough losing them. Him. He was a hero.”

“He was more than that. He was a good man.” Sam sighs, before shaking his head, not wanting to dampen the spirit of talking to her again. “It’s nice to come home and take a breather. Relax. Hopefully do some familiar things while I’m back if you catch what I’m throwin’ atcha.”

She giggles at his wink, shaking her head. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky.”

“God, I hope so.” He’ll never get tired of seeing her crumble at his words. “What’re you doing now, baby girl?”

“I’m an RN.”

He can’t stop the proud grin from over taking his features. “Congrats! Finally got that license, then?”

She smiles back and nods vigorously. “Yup! It was a lot of work, but I got there.”

“I told you you would, cher.”

“You’ve always been my number one supporter, Sammy.”

He winks. “And I always will, Y/N.” He meant it. He could remember all the tears and frustrations he witnessed during study sessions throughout high school and college. He knew it’d pay off. She’s smart and determined and he suddenly finds himself falling for her once again.

She hums, clearing her throat, before sweeping her eyes down his figure, her lips pursed. “You look good.”

He almost scoffs at the change in topic; she was never very good at talking about herself and her accomplishments. “Says you. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so stunning.”

An amused eyebrow quirks up as she bites her lip. “I don’t remember you being such a charmer.”

His cocky smile is back and he’s leaning in close to her. “I’ve matured a lot since we last saw each other, ya know.”

“Oh?” She looks over her shoulder. He follows her gaze and snickers a bit when his eyes land on his little sister. “Still immature enough to hit on your sister’s best friend, I see.”

“Hey now,” he defends quickly, taking a step towards her. “I recall someone coming onto their best friend’s older brother first.”

She laughs and it’s music to his ears. He really missed that laugh. He really missed that smile. “To be young and carefree again.”

He rolls his eyes at that, nodding dramatically. “Oh yeah. Sure. Carefree. As if sneaking around is carefree.”

“You say that as if no one knew you two were doing each other.” Sam huffs as his sister returns with Y/N’s box, now with the four pounds of trout fillet. “Seriously? Every time he came home you two would disappear.

“We weren’t that conspicuous.”

“Bull. Shit.” Sarah snorted, handing Y/N the box. “Here you are, honey.”

“Thanks.” She replies, and Sam smirks at the suddenly shy tone. Sarah gives him a pointed look as she digs through her wallet, pulling out a ten. “Keep the change. I’ve gotta go. It was good seeing you again, Sammy.”

“You too, cher.” He watches her as she makes her way across the docks, giving the boys one last hug, before clambering in her car, placing the box on the passenger seat. He can’t keep his eyes off her, even as she’s driving away.

“Wow.” Sarah scoffs, crossing her arms and popping her hip. “It’s been over a decade and you two are still head over heels. I’m kinda surprised you recognized her.”

Sam blinks, his lips pulling up. “How could I not?”

#cjsinkythoughts #cjswriting #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #falcon #fatws #falcon and the winter soldier #hbc lucky in love #kinda #i dont know if it counts since its not sebstan or cevans #but im tagging it anyways cause it inspired this #samuel wilson #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson drabble

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Chess. Chapter 6

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

TW: Violence, language, sexual themes, blood

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.)

“St. Roch, Louisiana. We’re staying in our own backyard”. Flag was reading from a tablet; as we were taken through a long hallway, leading from the cellblock, to what seemed to be a large garage.

I had a guards pistol aimed at me, as it’s owner followed my every move, with cold eyes.

I had spent the rest the day before, trying to wrap my mind around my new situation.

I was officially a prisoner at Belle Reve – a high security penitentiary, in the sweatiest asscrack of the Louisiana swamps. I was there for the kidnapping and assault of judge Jeremiah Kelper.

The assault and maiming had been of such a horrible nature, that I was committed to this facility, without trial. My conviction was a formality, as I apparently confessed to the guards of Belle Reve, the night of my arrival.

I was to serve life, without parole.

There was no mention of the incident in Wayne Tower in my file.

Unofficially, I was the newest member of Task Force X, a top-secret group of meta-humans, and people with exceptional skills, required to complete missions of a classified nature.

These individuals also happened to all be convicted felons, and the scum of the earth.

There was Floyd Lawton; a.k.a. Deadshot. The man who never missed a shot. During dinner – sloppy joes, yum… – he’d shown me a picture of a cute 8 year old girl, who had his eyes.

“She’s a bit older now, writes me every day. She just got an A on her biology report!”, he’d exclaimed proudly. It was clear Floyd loved his daughter, more than anything.

Killer Croc – Waylon Jones. He was huge, terrifying; and made me feel safer than I had in weeks, just by his presence. Croc – as he insisted on being called – had won me over, by calling me cher’.

I’d talked to him about Sammy, and recounted some of the trucker stories he’d told me.

After Croc’d told me he’d once eaten a truckdriver, he said: “I’m glad it wasn’t your boss. He seems like a decent guy”.

I’d been surprised by the gentle and kind demeanor of Chato Santana; or, Diablo, as they called him. I’d seen a videoclip on the news once, of him torching a group of inmates at a prison he was held at. I thought he’d be a hothead – pun intended – but he turned out to be calm and remorseful about his violent past.

Harley. Now, she was a different story. She was about as calm as a puppy on poppers. She also seemed to have no remorse for anything she’d done, as the sidekick and girlfriend of the Joker. I was equal parts terrified and enthralled by her person.

She’d spent most of the rest of the day, singing lullabies to a picture of a hyena, and doing her nails. Once, she’d disappeared for about an hour, before returning to her former activities, with a satisfied smile plastered over her pretty face.

We soon discovered what Harley had been doing, when the napping Digger Harkness – Captain Boomerang, the australian – suddenly screamed; jumping up and down, scratching at his body.

“Ants! Bloody fire ants!”, he’d yelped with a shrill voice; running towards the bathroom.

He’d returned a while later, shaking his coat, and sending the giggling Harley a deadly look. His arms and neck were covered in tiny and angry red welts; that he’d scratched at for the rest of the day.

This was my new family. I was very aware that none of us had chosen to be here, but it seemed that we were all determined to make the best of it, until such an opportunity arose, that we’d be able to leave.

Apparently, Harley had tried to run multiple times – even having made it back to the Clown; and stayed of the grid for a few months, before arriving back at Belle Reve, with a pair of roller skates, and a taxidermized beaver.

I didn’t know when or if I’d be able to escape; so for now, I decided to settle in.

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In the middle of the large garage stood a helicopter the size of a tank. In front of it stood six crates; each of our names written on the side of one of them.

The rest of the squad seemed to know the procedure. They opened their crates, and dug through them. Flag paced back and forth in front of us, carrying a machinegun.

“You know the deal”, he hollered. “Three weapons. Two ranged, one for close combat. Croc and Diablo, you are both the exceptions”. No weapons for them, I guessed.

“Oy, colonel”, Digger called.

“No, Digger”, Flag answered, before the aussie had a chance to ask. “Boomerangs do not count as close range, though they can be used as such. You bring two. No more”. Digger cursed under his breath.

They’d all been through this before. I couldn’t help but feel like it was the first day of school, and that I’d forgotten my backpack at home.

“You alright?”, Floyd asked from behind me.

“Yeah”, I answered. “It’s just…new. How do you do this? How do you work for these people, who treat you like shit, and then demand that you risk your lives for them?”. I bent to open my crate, and started going through the equipment in it.

“Look”, said Floyd. “Ain’t none of us here who wants to be here. Except for maybe Harley”, he smiled, and looked at the person in question.

She was swinging an oversized fairground hammer, almost knocking over a soldier who was busy checking out her ass.

“We do this, because we have to, for one reason or another”. He looked at me seriously. “I’m here for my little girl. Every time I finish one of these missions, I’m one step closer to seeing her again; and to show her that her daddy’s not a monster”.

I pulled out my jacket, stood up, and looked at it.

“You find whatever reason you need to do this, but make sure it’s important enough, not just to survive for, but to live for”, Floyd finished, patted my shoulder, and walked away.

I sighed and returned to my crate. I had no idea what in my life was important enough to live for at this point.

I didn’t have a family to protect or impress. That had all ended after Hatter had entered my life.

Sammy… he was a friend, but he’d be better of if I didn’t return. Ever.

That left my cats. But they were fine where they were.

So what?

I was interrupted in my train of thought by Flag, who suddenly appeared next to me.

“Hey. You need to get ready. Liftoff in 10”.

“Sir, yes, sir”, I retorted, and rolled my eyes.

I went behind a tall crate to change into my outfit. Leggings, top, boots, jacket; and finally, my claws. I tested the knives once, against the crate in front of me, carving through the thin metal easily.

Retracting the claws, I went to join the others.

Flag stopped me before I had a chance to enter the chopper with the rest of the crew.

“One last thing, Chess”, he said, and pulled out a strange looking harness, made out of some synthetic material and wires.

“What’s that?”, I asked, skeptically.

“This is an armed device, that will explode, should you decide to… smile, without being ordered to do so, by myself”.

I looked him, dumbfounded. “You’re gonna blow me up if I go invisible?”, I guffawed.

“No”, he answered. “I’ll blow that nano-bomb in your neck if you try to run away. This device will explode on it’s own, whenever its sensors recognize that you are using your powers”.

I shook my head, confused.

“If I’m not here to do that, then why am I here?”.

Flag used a strange key to unlock the harness.

“After what happened yesterday…” he started. I interrupted him.

“You mean when I didn’t run away?”, I spat.

He was unmoved by my exclamation.

“After what happened yesterday”, he repeated, “Waller seems to think it would be better if I take control of when you should… do your thing. You’ll be able to make things you touch invisible, as usual; but you cannot disappear yourself”.

He held up the newest addition to my outfit, to let me put it on.

“From now on, you will be wearing this whenever you are not in your cell. I can disarm the device at any time, for as long as I deem necessary”.

I stepped back, shaking my head.

“No”.

Flag frowned.

“Put it on”, he said, a slight edge to his voice.

“No”, I repeated, and crossed my arms in front of me.

Flag exhaled through his nose.

“Put it on, or I’ll put it on you myself”, he growled. I tilted my head, and raised my eyebrows at him.

“Is that a promise?”, I asked.

He raised his chin, and looked down at me.

“I can have one of GQs men do it”.

I ripped the harness from his hands, and begun to put it on; trying to figure out where each strap was supposed to go.

There were two straps, one going over each shoulder. One strap went around my torso, from my back to my front. Holding it all together, was one last strap, starting from my back, going down between my legs, and connecting with the others, on the middle of my chest.

Flag grabbed the straps in front of me, connecting them to a round disc, with a small red light in the middle. He tightened the harness as much as he could, making me bump against him; and locked the disc with the key.

“You go invisible; you die. You try to take it off; you die. You even think of trying to steal the key, guess what…”.

“I die?”, I jestered.

“You die”, he answered.

I tried to move around in the strange contraption.

“How am I supposed to pee in this?”, I asked angrily.

“We’ll climb that mountain when we get to it”, he answered, and turned his back to me, walking away.

“Old Fashioned”, I called after him. He turned around.

“What?”, he asked.

“If you’re gonna ride me this hard, it’s only polite to buy me a drink”, I said; turned my back to him, and walked away to join the squad.

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Landing in St. Roch, our first destination was an old gas station just outside of town. It was abandoned by its owners; probably due to the explosions going off less than a mile away.

“You have your orders”, Flag called. “We go in discretely, locate our target, and take them out”.

“It’s probably going to be more complicated than that”, Diablo muttered next to me. Croc growled in agreement.

“You know, Flag, we’d probably be even more discrete, if you didn’t have Y/N here tied up like a Christmas ham”, Floyd smirked at him.

Flag frowned.

“This is Chess’ first mission. Let her find her legs before we throw her into it”, he said. “Let’s head out!”.

“Someone’s got a crush”, Harley said in a singsong voice, skipping past me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, I asked.

Digger chuckled, and followed her.

“She means, he wants a gander at your map of Tassie”, he winked back at me, and took a swig of the can of beer he’d taken from one of the fridges in the small store.

I shook my head, and feeling a machinegun between my shoulders – I was just thrilled that the Tweedles had joined us on this little fieldtrip – I followed the rest of the group.

Sneaking past a checkpoint – Floyd taking out the inhabitants from afar – we made our way downtown.

I heard crying from behind a dumpster, and stopped to see what it was. A young woman was hiding behind it; shaking in fear.

“Are you ok?”, I asked, reaching a hand towards her.

“Chess!”, Flag called, from a few yards away. “Get your ass over here”.

“She might need help”, I said, and stepped towards the crying woman.

She recoiled from my touch.

“No! Please leave me alone!”, she cried.

Floyd came up behind me.

“She’s afraid of us, Chess”, he said. “Just leave her alone”. He went back to the group, who continued down the street, leaving me alone with Flag and the terrified woman.

I backed away from her, a lump in my throat. Turning around, I walked up to Flag, trying desperately to hold back tears. Behind me, I heard the woman get up, and run down the street, away from us.

I looked up at Flag.

“I wasn’t going to hurt her”, I said quietly.

“I know”, he said shortly. “But she doesn’t”. He made to touch my shoulder; but changed his mind, straightened his back, and turned around.

“Let’s go, kitten”.

We joined the others.

“That was quick”, Harley smiled. “It’s ok, colonel. It happens to all men”.

“Lady, I will rip your pigtails off with my bare hands”, he growled at her, stomping to the front of the group.

“Never happened to me”, Croc winked at Harley, who beamed back at him.

Another checkpoint. Digger took care of this one.

Huddling up behind a couple of cars, we finally saw our target. A lieutenant of Ra’s Al Ghul, who had been stirring up trouble, laying the groundwork for a new stronghold for his master. They had chosen to set up shop in the town square; having tied up a group of around 10 hostages to a statue in the middle.

Flag started barking orders in a hushed voice.

“Alright. Floyd, you got the roofs. Keep in radio contact”. It was clear he trusted Floyd more than the rest of the group.

“Croc, see that van? Make sure anyone in it, and in the immediate vicinity of it, don’t have the chance to warn the target”. Croc went down on all fours, and disappeared into a nearby shrubbery.

“Diablo and Digger. I want you on each side of that building. If they do spot us; I want you to bottleneck them into that alley”, he said, pointing in the direction he meant. “GQ, you and your men join them. One on the flame, two on boomer”. Digger scoffed at the nickname.

“Harley; I want you… actually you just do whatever it is you do, without giving the rest of us away”, he sighed at her.

“Sure thing, boss”, she mock-saluted him. “Go team!”.

“You got your orders. Go!”, he finished; and the group scattered, each to their assigned positions.

“What am I supposed to do?”, I asked, feeling slightly left over.

“You stay on me”, he answered, and looked through his binoculars.

A few minutes went by. Hearing a growl from the direction of Crocs assigned post, I saw blood spatter on the inside of the windows of the van.

I heard Harleys voice yelling; “Batter up!”, followed by a clank and a loud scream.

Some of the lieutenants soldiers began scrambling.

“Goddamnit, Quinn!”, Flag cussed. “You! Stay here!”, he growled at me, and ran in the direction of Harleys voice, leaving behind his binoculars. I picked them up, and looked through them.

In the square, the soldiers were rigging up chains and wires around the hostages. Connected to the wires were multiple red sticks I recognized from movies I’d seen. Dynamite.

I looked in the direction Flag had gone. He and Harley were arguing quietly behind a bus.

I looked back at the town square. Our target was walking back and forth in front of the hostages, ranting about something I couldn’t make out.

I tried zooming in with the binoculars. Military tech for the win, I thought, and looked through them again.

In his hand, the lieutenant was holding what seemed to be a tablet. Large numbers read 5:00. The bastard walked up to a teenage boy, who had a stick of dynamite strapped to his chest. He put his hand on his cheek, and said something to him, that made the boy break down in tears. He then pressed a button on the screen. The numbers began to count down.

4:59.

4:58.

4:57…

Fuck!, I thought, and threw the binoculars on the ground.

Reminded of my harness, I rolled my eyes. Ok. So I couldn’t smile. But I did know how to move quietly and quickly. I pulled up my hood, and closed my jacket.

I snuck forward. I heard a gunshot and a grunt behind me, and looked back; seeing an enemy soldier on the ground, a bullet hole right between his eyes. Thanks, Floyd, I smiled up at the roof of a nearby building, seeing Deadshots white hood disappear back into the darkness.

I moved forward again, hiding behind a truck. A stone landed on the ground next to me; and looking in the direction of the thrower, I saw Flag waving at me.

“Get back!”, he mouthed at me angrily. I shook my head, and looked towards the hostages. Continuing forward, I suddenly heard a beep. Looking down, I saw the light on the disc on my chest turn from red to green.

Looking back at Flag – his wrist raised, pushing some buttons on what looked like a watch – I smirked, and nodded at him. Thanks, I thought.

A purr moving through my body; I smiled.

Readying my claws, I ran towards the square. A soldier looked in my direction, having heard my movement, but unable to see me. Oops. Quietly now, I thought, and scaled a car next to him, making as little sound as I could.

I saw Digger and the Tweedles running towards a group of soldiers exiting a building. They finished them of quickly, but not before having drawn enough attention to make the lieutenant aware of their presence.

He yelled something I couldn’t I understand, and dropped the tablet he had been holding.

Gunfire sounded, and I ran faster, making my way to the group of hostages.

I reappeared, startling a few of the hostages who screamed at me.

Picking up the tablet from the ground, I desperately began pushing the screen, trying to make the countdown stop.

2:35.

2:34.

2:33…

There was no way I could stop the detonation.

I spun around, ran to the statue, and began pulling at the wires.

“You’ll make it go off!”, the teenage boy from before shouted at me.

I ran to the back of the statue, finding a simple lock, holding together the two ends of the chain intertwined with the wires.

This I can handle, I smiled, and got out my kit.

I managed to break two of the lockpicks, my hands shaking from the stress of the situation. I looked at the tablet on the ground.

1:01.

1:00.

0:59…

Taking a deep breath, I gave it one more try. Please, please, please!.

The lock opened.

I grabbed one end of the chain, and ran with it around the statue, releasing the hostages. The teenage boy carefully pulled at the tape that held the stick of dynamite to his chest, and put the red stick gingerly on the ground.

“Thanks!”, he smiled at me, and ran. I smiled after him.

An elderly woman was having trouble keeping up with the others.

0:37.

0:36.

0:35…

“Just go on”, she yelled at me.

“No!”, I answered, and ran to put her arm around my neck. Stumbling a few steps forward, the woman was suddenly lifted from the ground, screaming, as Croc – with a smile plastered across his gruesome face – ran to safety, the old woman hanging over his shoulder.

We did it!, I thought, and went to run after him.

Someone grabbed my leg, holding me in place. Looking down, I saw the lieutenant – a gash across his face, and a gunshot to his chest – laughing up at me. His strong hands were holding on to my leg, making it impossible for me to move.

I looked towards the group waiting for me at a safe distance. The hostages were continuing down the street, running towards sirens and blinking lights.

0:15.

0:14.

0:13…

Flag screamed something at me, Edwards and his soldiers holding him back.

I yanked at my leg, desperately trying to get the dying man to let me go.

0:09.

0:08.

0:07…

I lifted my fist and screamed; cutting through my captors arm. He let go with a yelp; and I ran.

0:03.

0.02.

0:01…

0:00.....

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thegoodomensdumpster · 4 years

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I WATCHED GOOD OMENS IN FRENCH SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO

and it wasn’t that bad. Here are my thoughts, barely edited as I wrote most of them while watching the show.

EP 1

OK i like god’s voice so far

possibilité d’embarras gastrique is a good formulation, I wonder if it’s the same in the book ( I think I kinda need to read it in french now...)

aghghdhgs « primo-délinquants »

of course subtitles don’t match the audio for a variety of technical reasons but when you get things that have very different underlying meanings i find it… not good This one about Crowley being evil / a demon : subtitles : « c’est ton travail » - « it’s your job » audio : « c’est dans ta nature » - « it’s in your nature » i mean dang

crowley sounds like a little shit asking az about his sword

« T’AS FAIT QUOUA » - he just loses his shit (kinda giving me some le coeur a ses raisons vibe)

ok crowley sounds very nerdy when he tries to explain that he took down the phone network, i think i actually like this voice acting

ligur sounds… very suave (im a little ill at ease)

crowley getting called mon chou by satan freddie mercury is a thumb up from me

i see the part where aziraphale speaks japanese wasn’t dubbed over and we can still hear michael sheen. it’s a bit disturbing considering french aziraphale has a higher pitched voice (and he sounds soooo much more anxious than sheen, give this angel a xanax )

“sandwich bœuf cresson” ( beef and cress sandwich ) deirdre really who makes this kind of sandwiches

im being reminded that the chattering nuns prepared little cut outs for their explanation about the antichrist switch… such dedication to useless crafts (it made me laugh on my first viewing and it’s still funny to imagine that some of them either ordered or built these things themselves just so they could make this two minutes long presentation for the most important act of their satanic nun careers)

retire-toi vil démon infernal, créature des abysses XD i swear az doesn’t sound even remotely convinced when he is saying the « get thee behind me foul fiend » line in french, it’s just too over the top for credibility, it sounds like it’s straight out of some super intense dnd session

they still can’t say bouillabaisse (which, like, weird because french, but still valid). nice touch is crowley couldn’t say soupe de poisson (fish stew) either and said poupe de soisson (sish ftew)

warlock mah boy how can you be a teenager and not like dinosaurs

c’est un dinosaure un nullosaure plutôt - apply burn heal

La façon dont warlock s’est exclamé « C’EST NUL » m’a fait penser au nain de naheulbeuk

the english version has nothing on french speaking aziraphale for the second hand embarrassement during the magic tour. it’s over 9000 i literally hid my head in my jumper when he was presenting harry the bunny. Horrible experience, 0/20, would not recommend

EP 2

oooh agnes has a lovely voice !

why is young newton having such a quality dub for the three sentences he has to say

dick turpin’s name is jesse james (tbf dick turpin is not known AT ALL in france, i discovered him reading good omens)

shadwell is pure chaos (as expected). No particular accent for him though, the chaotic energy was probably enough. Would have made me laugh if he had like, a chti or a marseilles accent.

aziraphale is so fucking stressed out by crowley’s driving i thought he was gonna explode

« tu es un gentil garçon » => « you’re a nice boy » said az to crowley DANG THAT’S SO INFANTILIZING AZIRAPHALE YOU’RE TALKING TO A DEMON FROM HELL NOT TO PINOCCHIO

ARGH FIRST MON ANGE OF THE SERIES i’m hit straight in the heart

anathema’s mom doesn’t have a spanish / latino accent at all when talking in spanish…. why...

dog being called toutou is definitely adorable (it’s basically « doggy » but way cuter imo)

tickety-boo has become ça gaze. that’s valid. it’s corny but i still use it unironically from time to time so ... i stan

EP 3

« je répands la fomentation » « i’m here spreading foment » « quoi tu fais des crêpes au froment ?????? » « what you’re making crêpes with wheat ??? » love the fact that we shoehorned in one more ref to crêpes

az called crowley mon cher camarade, unintentionnal communist propaganda ftw

« pas de repos pour les… bah, pour les bons » « no rest for the… good » – az was so deflated about the ineptitude he realized he was saying, he felt zero percent commited to his sentence

i was wondering how they would play aziraphale not being able to speak french in the bastille and they opted to have him stutter a bit and say to his executionner « excuse me i’m anxious » XD

« vous êtes le 999e aristo à mourir par mes soins. Mais vous êtes le premier en costume beige » « you’re the 999th aristocrat I’m going to kill, but the first one in beige attire » yeah i guess now that az isn’t english anymore his most noticeable feature is his cream aesthetic

« c’est au cas où ça tournerait en eau de boudin » « j’ADORE le boudin » => « in case it all goes pear shape » - the literal translation featuring food in french is « turning into black sausage water ». I don’t know what pear shaped inspires to english native speakers but the mere mention of boudin always make me giggle, it’s such a funny word and such a funny food

OH !!! no terrence rampa for the tv series, we’ve got anthony J. rampa. Rip terrence petit démon parti trop tôt :’(

« tu roules trop vite pour moi rampa » SERIOUSLY i know we can still infer « rouler » (here as in driving, but literally rolling) as a metaphor for their relationship but you could have said TU VAS TROP VITE that would have been so much better argh

has anathema got an emergency stock of potteries to break in case of emotionnal crisis ?

« Rampa, un démon très futé, il m’oblige à redoubler d’effort » « crowley, a very clever demon, he forces me to make double the amount of effort » oh so admitting you’re making an effort there aziraphale ? :))))))

dang i really want to know how shadwell said that major milk bottle died because not only did he die in combat but aziraphale’s reaction is a bit intense, it must have been quite a tale (this could be a crack fic prompt : «The Epic Tale of the Death Of Major Witchfinder Milk Bottle, by Sargent Witchfinder Shadwell» )

des sorcières et des phénomènes sorciéreux x)

CROWLEY CALLED AZIRAPHALE DUCON ?????? EXCUSE ME ????? #NotMyCrowley #CrowleyWouldNeverDoThat #CancelAnthonyJRampa2K20 => ducon would be an insult, the gathering of du and con, con being a very nasty but common swear word, and associating it with du- makes it extremely patronizing. it’s like « absolute pathetic digraceful moron +++ ». thanks i hate it *frowny face *

EP 4

l’apocalypse c’est pour aujourd’hui juste après le goûter : it could be translated as « apocalypse is scheduled for today right after tea time » except that « goûter » is not quite tea time but rather the little sugary snack kids take when they come back from school and that most adults drop out of (i haven’t and i’m sure az hasn’t either). thanks aziraphale for having exclusively food related notion of the time because tbh same

ligur has no right to be this sexy between ariyon bakare and his french voice actor that’s just not allowed

radio crowley’s voice vs french ligur’s voice, who has the sexiest voice : FIGHT

(jk french agnes nutter’s voice is by far the sexiest)

gender neutral doesn’t ‘quite’ exist in french but pollution has been assigned a female voice actress and masculine pronouns (i’m saying it doesn’t quite exist because officially we have no gender neutral, but it’s a serious wip among lgbt+ circles to the point where it’s started being used in a few medias)

hastur « en attendant qu’un plombier vienne » / « while waiting for a plumber to come » does hell have a special plumber unit or do demons have to call on human plumbers for their pipes damages ? Dang hastur having to call a human plumber for hell’s plumbery is another damn good writing prompt for a crack fic

Michael is called Michel in the subtitles but Michael in the audio *shrug emoji*

EP 5

to get a wiggle on has become « il faut qu’on se remue les fesses », literally « we need to shake our butts » like, yes, se remuer les fesses is a common expression to say « we need to act in order to get things done » but it really casts the image of people shaking their booty to some music and obviously crowley thinks the same Weirdly enough I have almost nothing to say for that episode. Sorry. But we’ve discovered most voice actors and actresses so far and no bit of dialogue really struck me as worth discussing or pointing fingers to mock it.

EP 6

« on va BROUTER quelques derrières » - « we’re gonna lick some butts » OK THIS IS UNQUESTIONNABLY FAR SUPERIOR IN FRENCH THAN IN ENGLISH you thought LICKING butts was good ??? you really thought that ???? AZIRAPHALE HERE SUGGESTS TO GRAZE BUTTS. TO NIBBLE THEM. TO EAT THEM. TO. MUNCH. ON. THOSE. BUTTS!!!! not just licking, guys. This is as serious step beyond licking. (oh yeah he should have said « botter » instead of brouter btw, which is really just kicking, fyi)

« moi je crois en la paix, pétasse ! » wow, language, pepper (fyi i think « pétasse » is far far worse than « bitch » even if it means roughly the same, pétasse is almost never used while bitch is rather common, so it’s a swear word +++)

Dagon sounds like she’s got a nasty cold. #GetDagonIbuprofen2K20

I can confirm that Crowley offers Aziraphale to not just stay at his place, but to move in with him. « tu peux t’installer chez moi si tu veux ». omg they were roommates.

Bad translation strikes again : i don’t know why, but the french dub doesn’t have the « tickety-boo » / « ça gaze » being referenced as Rampa / Aziraphale is being knocked down, which is… a real mistep. It was narratively significant and I’m quite mad the translators missed it.

The Jesse James explanation from Newt has become very nonsensical, instead of the neat and to the point pun « wherever I go I hold up trafic » we’re getting a circonvoluted « because it’s a crime to mechanic’s diligence ». I’m not judging that one too hard, I have no idea how to make it better, and that’s probably how it was translated in the book as well thirty years ago, but it definitely doesn’t have the same impact. On the other hand, it definitely IS a very bad joke that doesn’t even deserve a chuckle, so Anathema’s embarassement really matches the audience’s (aka mine).

OVERALL :

I wasn’t convinced by Crowley… I mean, Rampa’s voice at first, but as the nerdiness showed up it really grew on me. I still think that french dubs have often problems with some voice inflexions every here and there, and for instance in Rampa’s case it was when he was annoyed or frustrated ( at the Globe when complaining about horses and Shakespeare’s plays that aren’t comedies, and also when discussing Azirphale’s magic tricks, it’s like… there is a step between having the right amount of grumpy complaining and overdoing it that is overlooked. It’s overacted, it should have been a bit quieter imo. I don’t mean to criticize voice actors too hard either but as an audience watching french dubs this is a very recurring problem and it always feels off to me. It’s actually one of the main reasons I avoid french dubs whenever possible.)

I have a hard time judging Aziraphale’s voice dub because it clashes so much with both the idea I had formed with it when I read the book and Sheen’s delivery that I just… kinda filtered it. It was too high pitched for me, and too anxious (though for this last point I must admit it could be funny at times, but I’m not fond of this character portrayal). The rest of the cast was rather good, nothing to complain about. There wasn’t anything stellar either, but everything that needed to be conveyed was and it was professionnal. It was also very homogeneous, no voice really struck me as being way too bad or way too good compared to the others, so it was really consistant.

So I don’t have much to complain about overall despite a few wonky translations here and there, BUT there is one thing I felt very robbed of : Crowley calling Aziraphale « mon ange » happens only once, when giving a lift to Anathema, and I’m almost certain they translated it that way because otherwise the joke about Anathama mistaking them for a couple wouldn’t work. So, they were forced to make it that way. The rest of the time Crowley calls Aziraphale « l’angelot », and despite being literally translated by « little angel », it feels sarcastic more than anything else ( the « L’ » in front of « angelot » is part of the reason why, it creates some distance, the other reason being that this word in itself has a very corny vibe and people being affectionnate to each other wouldn’t use it as a term of endearment). So, that’s a shame.

I like the English dub much much MUCH better than the French, but the french wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting it to be. The voice actors and actresses were quite good, the dialogues mostly faithful and endearing despite a few really missed steps. It really had its moments. Props to brouter des derrières, that one was fantastic.

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saiikavon · 3 years

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(I’m feeling frustrated tonight, so I’m projecting my frustrations through fic. Here’s Sebastian from Stardew Valley with my farmer, Casey.)

It’s the rain, Sebastian thinks. Or maybe those new lightning rods Casey put up outside. Or it could be the new modem, possibly. He’s only been working with it for about a week, getting used to it after Casey accidentally banged up the old one during a cleaning spree (he’d apologized no less than ten times before and during the wait for the new modem, and Sebastian hadn’t found it in him to be all that upset). Maybe they’d set it up wrong somehow.

Maybe. Something.

Deep down, he knows it’s probably not the rain, the lightning, or the very nice new modem that Casey paid top dollar for. People burn out all the time, get stressed, frustrated, overwhelmed. But Sebastian’s been on edge for bordering on a fortnight and he’s chomping at the bit for some kind of answer to his problem. Whatever it is. Because while he’s enjoying the domestic life, he still wants to be able to do his job.

The windows rattle with the boom of thunder for about the fifteenth time, and Sebastian realizes he’s been staring at the same line of code for the past twenty minutes. He pushes himself out of his chair. Closes everything and turns off the computer. There’s no point.

Outside, the air is warm but the rain is cold and bracing. He stands just beyond the porch and lets it shower over him, hoping it will wash away whatever crap’s got caked up in his head. The droplets feel like little needles poking his skin and instead of feeling any better, he just feels like crying. He squeezes his eyes shut while the storm continues crashing in his ears.

Then, suddenly, he feels a soft weight on his head and hands light on his shoulders and he looks up, peers out from under the brim of Casey’s hat to look into his husband’s honey-colored eyes.

“Getting some fresh air, I see.” Casey smiles gently, one hand making a careful little trail up to Sebastian’s cheek where it brushes away a droplet of warm rain. Or maybe he did start crying. Who knows. The touch is surprisingly soothing, when Sebastian’s skin feels too tight and too thin and crawling with nerves. Casey’s always been gentler than he looks.

He guides Sebastian out of the rain, not quite all the way in but standing just inside the doorway, out of the overwhelming noise of the storm and slowly drying off on the rug. Sebastian slumps into Casey’s arms and lets his husband start to rub his back.

“Doing all right, cher?” Casey’s deep voice murmurs, low and calm and humming in his chest in the way that makes Sebastian’s anxieties start to melt away.

“Work sucks,” he mutters, muffled into Casey’s chest. “Everything sucks and it shouldn’t suck because I’m happy here but I can’t fucking work and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Sounds like work is the trouble,” Casey says. “Maybe you need a break?”

“I’ve got deadlines. I’ve had to push one already. At this point it’s just got to get done, but I’m tired of fighting with myself.”

He falls silent a moment, taking in the warmth of Casey’s palm against his back and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the entryway.

“I used to like my work. I don’t know what changed.”

He breathes out, the frustration that’s been bubbling at his core coming out in that one breath. His restless energy finally tapers out to something more weary, not quite relaxed, but less tense. His thoughts are still muddied, but floating in pieces now instead of tangled up like knotted yarn.

He kind gets it now. Work was almost an escape, once, when he didn’t want to deal with other people, and a protest against the people who didn’t take him seriously or even want him around. He was proud of it. But it was also sort of a set up for an even bigger escape that was once the center of all his future plans.

Now he’s here, living on a farm. He’s married to a man that he loves and who loves him, a man who listens to him when he’s stressed and who never tells him how to think or feel or what to do with his life, a man who’s standing here holding him while he puts things together and realizes what’s changed.

What’s changed is, like he said, that he’s happy here.

He pulls back at last, letting Casey’s hand linger on his shoulder for just long enough to catch it in his own hand. He squeezes it tight and gives Casey a newly calm and affectionate smile, warming at the hopeful one he gets in return. He’s probably not going to share all of his thoughts with Casey, at least not tonight, and there’s still a lot more to think about. But it helps that Casey will be there anyway, supporting him while he works through things on his own.

“I think you’re right,” he says at last. “I need a break. Maybe a bath and a hot dinner. You in?”

Casey draws Sebastian’s hand to his lips and gives it a tender kiss. “Why, that sounds divine. Lead the way, cher.”

The storm continues through the night, but in the warmth of Casey’s arms, Sebastian forgets about the rain.

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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 4 years

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Thinkin’ Bout You

Two fics in three days, who the hell am I. This one is purely self-indulgent. I have been thinking about this concept for literal MONTHS and honestly, if I had to wait another week to write it I was gonna go crazy. This is filth. Just straight up filth and I hope y’all like it.

Pairing; Merriell Shelton / Female Reader

Warnings; 18+ only, this is FILTHY. Dirty talk, Cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (seriously, don’t do this IRL, wrap it before you tap it.) brief daddy kink. Does this count as cock warming? maybe.

Word Count: 3K

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Merriell had been thinking about you all day.

From the moment he woke up in the morning, too damn early but not early enough to do anything he wanted to do to you, until the time he got home. Reluctantly, he had dragged himself out of bed, shooting your gorgeous sleeping form one last longing look before getting ready for work. But the image stayed with him, the way the blankets hugged the curves of your body, the faint marks covering your soft skin that he longed to darken again. As he worked, his brain supplied him with reminders of you. Of the way you kissed him, the way you touched him, how good you made him feel and, perhaps the most intoxicating, the way you said his name.

He thought about it all day. Thought about the way you had looked yesterday after dinner when you had cornered him against the kitchen counter and sank to your knees. He thought about the way your pretty little fingers had worked his pants open just enough to pull him free. Thought about the way your tongue teased his underside and the head of his cock before you took pity on him and swallowed him down. He thought about how he had pulled you up and laid you back on the kitchen table, how he had just flipped your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side before sinking into your heat. He remembered how tight and hot you felt, and how he longed to bury himself in you again. You had made the prettiest noises for him, cheeks flushed with mild embarrassment from the desperate noises you were making for him.

If only you knew how desperate he was for you too.

By the time he got home, he was panting for it. He had been home for maybe a minute, taking very little time to strip out of his dirty work clothes, down to his briefs, and quickly wash his hands before he found you in the bedroom. He placed a now clean hand on your hip, turning you away from the laundry on the dresser and capturing your lips in a kiss so desperate it had heat swirling at the base of your spine. His hands gripped and tugged at your body, pulling your hips against his and moaning at friction it caused.

“Well, hello there.” You mumble against his lips, feeling him hard against your hip and stumbling a bit as he begins to maneuver you towards the bed. He overwhelmed your senses, the smell of the auto shop he worked at mixing with his natural woodsy scent, the way his hands gripped you tightly, his panting breaths, hot against your skin and filling the room.

“Need you,” he growls, “Baby, fuck, I need you.”

He’s breathless, hands tugging at your clothes but barely refraining from ripping them off of you until you give him the slightest nod of your head. He undresses you in record time, promptly pushing you down onto the bed and climbing on top of you once you’re both naked. He kisses you again, pressing his body against yours and gasping at the feeling of his hard length rubbing against your wettening center. Seeing him so wound up has quickly taken an effect on you.

“Can I?” He asks eagerly, gripping the skin of your thigh tightly, “Cher, please, can I fuck you? Need you so bad ri’ now.” His lips find your neck, biting and sucking harshly. You can feel his desperation radiating off of him in waves and if that alone doesn’t tell you how badly he needs you, the sole fact that he’s pleading for you speaks volumes.

Merriell Shelton rarely begs.

You barely have to pronounce the ‘y’ in ‘yes’ before he’s settling on his knees, between your hips, spreading your legs wide. You watch with hazy eyes as he spits directly onto your pussy, the feeling of his saliva, cool on your heat, sending a surge of want through you. He grips the base of his cock, his other hand holding your legs open as he rubs the tip against your wetness and his spit before sinking into you in one smooth thrust.

A groan punches its way out of his throat, eyebrows furrowing and jaw-dropping at the feeling of finally being inside you after thinking about you all day. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust, leaning over you onto his elbows so he can fuck up into your heat in short, sharp and fast thrusts. His hands grip the hair at the base of your skull, your whole body moving with the force of his thrusts. He moans and whimpers desperately into the air between you, a series of cut off noises that fill the room.

“Hnng, fuck,” he gasps, tugging your hair and gripping your waist, “So fucking good.” he grits out, thrusting faster.

There’s something about seeing him like this that is so hot to you. Having him use your body for his pleasure and his pleasure alone has you gripping onto his biceps, encouraging him with broken sentences of your own.

“Take it,” you gasp, “Fuck, Merry, take it.”

The nickname has him gasping, his entire body running tight with desperation. His head falls back onto his shoulders, mouth dropping on a silent moan, completely losing himself to his own needs, to the feeling of you wrapping your legs around his hips, heels digging into his ass.

It takes him all of maybe two minutes before he finishes, letting out a strangled moan and gripping your body tightly, eyes clenched in his ecstasy as he fills you with his seed. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, panting hotly against your skin as he rides out his orgasm. You take the moment to catch your breath, feeling only a little cheated at the lack of your own relief. You run one hand through his curls, the other rubbing his back as he comes down. When he catches his breath he pulls back a bit, capturing your mouth in a filthy kiss.

“Mmm, baby.” he moans deeply in between kisses, hips shifting, causing you to gasp a bit at the feeling of him softening inside you, “thought ‘bout that all day.”

You chuckle, letting your legs fall to the side so he can slip out. When he doesn’t, opting instead to keep kissing and rocking against you, you pull away to speak.

“Y’gonna get outta me or what?” You ask, your voice tinged with amusement.

He hums, lips moving to your earlobe, “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here for a bit.” he says lowly, his voice rumbling against your ear, causing a shiver to run up and down your spine.

“Yeah?” You ask, “For how long exactly?”

He nips down your neck, darkening faded marks from previous nights, “‘dunno,” he smirks, “‘till I get hard again, gotta make sure I get ma’ girl off too, mm?”

You feel your breath leave your body at the way his cock twitches inside of you, toes curling at the idea of feeling him get hard so intimately.

He chuckles, “Mm, like that huh?” he asks, moving up your neck again to kiss you slowly, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he breaths, hips flexing, “so warm and wet, dripping with ma’ cum.”

You can feel it, his cum dripping out of you from around his soft cock, a whine finding its way out of your throat at the feeling, “Mer, please.” you beg, feeling desperation of your own begin to swirl at the base of your spin, crawling over your skin.

“Gotta be patient baby girl,” he murmurs against your lips, “Patient like I had to be all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he pauses his speech to let his hands roam down to your breasts, “About these,” he takes your fullness into his hands, thumbs rubbing against your nipples, “About your lips,” biting your bottom lip, “About your pussy,.” he growls, one hand moving down to rub a deft finger against your clit.

A whimper leaves your lips, hips twitching against his touch.

“Yeah,” he sighs, breath hot against your lips as it hitches slightly, “Ain’t nuthin’ that feels betta’ than your sweet pussy baby, I swear.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, hand winding up through his curls as you begin to grind down on him slightly, his finger on your clit just giving you enough pleasure to make you moan but not actually getting you any closer to your orgasm.

“Ah, fuck,” he hisses at the sensitivity, hips twitching forward nonetheless, “can’t wait to fuck ya again, cher.” he leans down, kissing you again, “Love fucking you, love making you cum.”

You love it when he talks to you like this, low and hot against your lips, words dripping with filth that has you breathless, that leaves you wondering how you could be so lucky to land a man as wonderful and absolutely intoxicating as Merriell Shelton.

Silence falls between the two of you, the only sounds to be heard are the noise of your lips moving against each other, the slight smacking noises loud against the quiet of the room peppered with an occasional moan. The feeling of having him inside of you like this is so intoxicating, similar yet so different. Having him so close like this, so intimate while his finger works at your clit, has your head swirling. You love kissing him, love the feeling of his stubble that grew throughout the day scraping against your own sensitive skin. You moan at the thought of having that same sensation on your thighs, filing it in the back of your mind for a round three activity. For now, all you can think about is getting him hard again so he can fuck you.

“Please,” you breathe, moving to kiss the bottom of his chin softly, “I want it.”

He moans, tilting his head down to meet your lips again, dragging the kiss out slowly, sucking on your tongue, “Want what?” he asks, a smirk painted across his lips as he pulls his finger away from your clit.

“Want you to fuck me,” you whine at the loss, putting on a little show for him by rolling your head to the side and arching your back so that your chests are pressed flush together, “Want you to make me cum like only you can.”

He growls and you feel him begin to swell up again at your words, the feeling of him getting hard again inside of you something so unfamiliar that it makes you both gasp. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, grinding his hips against yours.

“Only I can make you feel that good huh?” He asks, no doubt loving seeing you get as desperate as he was only about ten minutes ago.

“Yes, Merry.” you breath, clenching down on his length just to see his eyes flutter, “Only you.”

He hums, hard enough now that he can begin to pull back and rock forward, thrusting shallowly, “Beg for it.”

His thrusts have the tip of his cock just grazing your G-spot. Combined with the way he’s staring down at you, eyes half-lidded and dark, mouth parted in a shadow of a smile, any sense of pride you may have had left flown out the window.

“Please, Merry,” You whimper, your body writhing in a futile attempt to get some pleasure, “God, I want it. You make me feel so good, baby. Please, I wanna feel good.”

He hums wickedly, eyes gleaming mischief as his hips settle still one more, “Y’know that ain’t what I wanna hear, babygirl.”

You whine, head falling back onto the mattress to gather your wits. You fix him with wide, innocent eyes, a look you know is a surefire way to get you what you want. Especially when you pair it with your next words;

“Please, Daddy?” you whimper.

He growls, smashing your lips together and pulling his hips back to properly thrust into you. The relief that fills your body at the sensation is heavenly, gasping against his lips. It’s a completely different pace than the last round. His thrusts are deep and harsh, a steady pace compared to the fast thrusts he was giving you before, his cum from his previous orgasm slicking the way. This time, he’s catering to your reactions, your needs, listening to your body instead of his own.

He kisses you as he continues to thrust, or tries to at least, kissing you between moans and whimpers of his own. It’s not long before it turns to moaning and breathing harshly against each other, unable to keep kissing with the effort of your moments.

As he fucks you he talks, because when does he not?

“Could fuck you for hours baby girl, I swear,” he moans, biting harshly at your bottom lip, a hand moving down to grip the flesh of your ass, “Could fuck into this pussy forever,” He continues to bite you anywhere he can reach, your lips, your jaw, down your neck and on the soft flesh of your breasts.

“Whose pussy is it?” he asks, swooping back up your body to whisper his words harshly into your ear.

“Yours, Merry.” you whimper.

He groans, slowing his thrusts to savour the feeling as well as to tease you a bit, “Tha’s right baby,” he says, “All mine, my pussy to fuck,” he thrusts deeply, “to touch,” he thrusts again, fingers finding their way to your clit again, “to make cum.”

You can feel the heat building at the base of your spine at the combination of his words and his actions, his thrusts speeding back up in time with his assault on your clit. Your hands grasp at him, at his biceps, at his back, clawing at his skin as you feel yourself reach the edge.

“Merriel,” you moan, “Fuck baby, I’m so close.”

He moans, adjusting his position so that he’s standing on his knees, hands on your hips so he can pull your body back against his, “Touch yourself,” he commands, “C’mon baby, make yourself cum for me.”

He has you so worked up that it barely takes you 30 seconds to push yourself over the edge. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he fucks you through it, watching as you moan his name and clench around him, shaking with the force of your orgasm.

He swears he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you when you cum around his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his hips not stopping for a second, “Feels so good when you cum around me.”

He fucks you through it and fucks you after it, even when you start gasping, the pleasure turning to ride that razor-sharp edge between too-much and not-enough.

“Mer,” you gasp, clutching at his forearms, “Baby, fuck!”

He grins down at you, body shining with sweat against the afternoon sunlight that filters through the room. He looks gorgeous like this, muscles straining with the effort of his movements.

“Got anotha’ one for me baby?” he pants, eyes trained on you, watching as you begin to grind your hips back down onto his again, your pleasure quickly building back up again.

You moan desperately, the sound so pornographic that if you had any dignity left you’d be embarrassed. But he’s making you feel so good that nothing else matters but him and your next orgasm.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I know you got anotha’ for me, such a greedy little slut, can neva’ get enough of my cock huh?”

You shake your head, pulling him back down to press his chest against yours, holding him close as your orgasm rushes towards you, “Want you to cum with me.” you gasp, gripping his curls in your hand to keep his face close to yours.

He nods, letting out a low whine, “I’m right there with ya, baby girl,” he assures, thrusts getting sloppier and unsteady, “ya close?”

You moan your affirmation, legs wrapping around his hips. The second you start to fall over the edge, whimpering his name and head rolling back, he’s encouraging you, following your release.

“Yeah, yeah, baby fuck.” he hissed, eyes rolling back and gripping your body hard as he cums in you again. He rides out both your orgasms, hips twitching and grinding up into your body as you both moan and pant against each other.

He pulls out of you, eyes trained between your legs as he spreads them wide to see his cum leak out of you, “Push it out for me, baby, let me see.”

You whine at the feeling of being empty again but do as he says, baring down around nothing and shuddering at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you.

“Fuck,” he pants, taking two fingers and scooping up some of it before pushing them into you, fucking his cum back into you.

You whine at the feeling, meeting his eyes and biting your bottom lip as your hips twitch at the sensitivity you feel. Without breaking eye contact, he removes his fingers and brings them up to his own mouth, sucking them clean before repeating the motion and feeding some to you.

When he’s satisfied you’ve cleaned his fingers, he collapses beside you onto his back, both of you still breathing slightly heavier, sweat cooling on your skin. After a few moments, you glance at each other, the room quiet for a few moments before you break out into a fit of quiet laughter.

“C’mere.” he says softly, voice filled with affection as he pulls you against his chest.

“Where the hell did that come from?” you ask, burying your head into the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

He chuckles, deep and hoarse, “Jus’ couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you today.” he mumbles against your hair.

You hum, feeling sleep tugging at you but knowing you need to get up and situate yourself properly, “I love you.” you murmur, sitting up a bit to look him properly in the eye, “and not cause of the orgasms.”

He laughs, pulling you in for a sweet kiss, perhaps too sweet after the filth you just performed on each other, “I love you too, babygirl.”

As you get up to go to the bathroom, your mixed arousals running down your leg you hear him wolf whistle lowly,

“Definitely gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout that tomorrow.”

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also for a prompt: dean/benny/cas & puppy

here it is, here it is!!! (puppy is uhhhh very very loosely used, but i couldn’t help myself and made this anyway) ily thank you for sending this 💖

benny bear inspo of course from this amazing art (artist appears to have changed urls?? ahhh sorry i can’t credit completely!! if u are out there op, i love your art)

It’s mostly a joke (but also a last ditch effort) when Dean tries out Benny bear. All the usual ones just don’t work for Benny. They avoid angel and all iterations of it. Sweetheart feels clunky, and sweetie? Come on, Dean’s over forty. Plus, he can’t take honey seriously, baby is taken (obviously), and babe is just not quite right. Neither is love, apparently, because that most recent attempt makes Dean grimace and blush even though Benny just drops a kiss on the top of Dean’s head and says, “You’ll find something, cher.” Which is even more frustrating because the whole point is to find something that works for Benny, not be reminded of how easily cher happened. But Dean leans into the touch anyway, of course, and definitely does not smile, not even a little bit. So, Dean decides, it’s really Benny’s fault that he has to resort to Benny bear, which is ridiculous and won’t fit a however-many-centuries-old vampire.

Except it does.

Just not from Dean.

When Dean says, “I’m all out of options, Benny bear,” stretched out in the grass near the garden, Benny shoots him a bitch face that rivals Sam’s.

But Cas, who’s kneeling in the soil with his worn jeans rolled up to his knees, weeding, perks up. “Benny bear,” he repeats, shaping each syllable carefully. “It suits you.” He wipes at his sweaty brow with the back of one gloved hand and leaves a streak of dirt.

Dean is (he feels, justifiably) absolutely floored when Benny goes all soft around the edges and just melts, bitch face smoothing into a small smile. And leans over to brush the dirt from Cas’s forehead. And kisses him gently. What the fuck.

It turns out that the Benny bear and puppy dog eyes combo slays vampires. Well, specifically one centuries-old, former vampire-pirate, current vampire-diner-cook, anyway, and only when it comes from one ex-angel in particular. (Not that Dean is entirely immune to its power, especially when it’s paired with a little bit of a head tilt.)

And it works for everything. It works for convincing Benny to come back to bed in the mornings. It works for “borrowing” Benny’s sweaters, with the added bonus that Benny always takes Cas’s wrists in his hands and rolls up the too-long sleeves.

It works for getting Benny to turn up the volume of some ‘90s pop something or other that comes on the radio, which he would have done anyway. But that’s when Dean realizes Cas knows.

They’re out for a drive, no real destination in mind, just enjoying the sunset spread out in front of them fading into twilight. Dean’s in the back. His bad knee has been bothering him recently, enough that he passes on driving most of the time. (Okay, just slightly more than half the time. There’s three of them, they can trade off.) And there’s a touch of gray at his temples that wasn’t there before, but that’s all right since Cas can’t get enough of it and kisses him there every morning when he wakes up and every night before he drops off to sleep. But since Dean is in the back seat, he catches Cas’s tiny grin in the rearview mirror when Benny cranks up Britney Spears.

“You’re a monster,” Dean says without heat, resting his palm on the nape of Cas’s neck over the back of the seat and scratching lightly at the hair that’s starting to curl up at the ends there.

Cas only shrugs, grin growing wider, and Benny says, “Surely of the three of us, that’s me.”

Which, while technically true, seems ridiculous at the moment since he’s examining the delicate purple baby blanket he’s knitting for Sam and Eileen through the half-moon glasses he doesn’t really need, and he’s still got the flower Cas gave him tucked behind his ear. And he’s nodding along to Britney.

“Whatever you say, sugar,” Dean says with a laugh. Stops. Meets Benny’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

Benny reaches over to take Dean’s hand resting on Cas’s neck, lacing their fingers together there. “Sugar,” he says. “I like that.”

#had to do benny bear for you dearest one #it's been floating around in there since we yelled about it however long ago that was #newest obsession: benny in tiny lil glasses that he doesn't need #mine.fic #deancasbenny #clara's birthday!!!

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Life & Style, February 8 -- part 1 of 2

You can now buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Ben Affleck is spiraling again

Page 1: Photo Flash -- The inauguration of President Joe Biden, where Jennifer Lopez sangs This Land Is Your Land and America the Beautiful while Lady Gaga belted out The Star-Spangled Banner and Joe Biden and vice president Kamala Harris fist-pumped

Page 2: Contents

Page 6: Mossimo Giannulli's lawyer recently filed an emergency motion requesting that he finish out his prison sentence at home because the toll on his mental, physical and emotional well-being has been significant -- his wife Lori Loughlin and daughters Isabella and Olivia Jade have grown increasingly concerned for him and Lori can tell Mossimo isn't handling this well and wishes that she could do something to help him

Page 7: Joanna Gaines failed to win over fans with her new cooking show Magnolia Table -- viewers watched as Joanna struggled to properly zest a lemon, sometimes forgetting which step in the recipe came next -- some of the criticisms were downright harsh, calling her a Martha Stewart wannabe and others went as far as to say that the series wasn't worth paying $4.99 a month for -- fortunately Joann's die-hard devotees don't seem to mind her clumsiness in the kitchen saying while she's clearly out of her league as a top chef she does try to redeem herself by poking a little fun of her lack on culinary skills -- maybe that's where the charm of the show is but some people think she should hang up her apron and stick to shiplap

* Throwback -- Busy Philipps who was born Elizabeth Jean Philipps

* Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Cindy Crawford and Rande Gerber, Kid Rock, Victoria Beckham, Olivia Wilde, Bella Thorne

Page 8: After scoring a small role in the 2019 film Hustlers Cardi B began to envision a future for herself in film -- a dream realized when she nabbed her first leading role in the upcoming comedy Assisted Living -- while Cardi isn't one to take herself too seriously she really wants to do a good job on this movie and she's been practicing her lines but sometimes she gets so excited that she forgets them and she worries about it happening once filming starts -- to ease her nerves she has turned to Lady Gaga for acting advice because she really respects Gaga not only as a singer but also as an actress and will take any tips and tricks she can offer

* A biopic about Wendy Williams premiered on Lifetime and Wendy opened up about what it's like watching some of the most painful moments of her past play out on television

Page 10: The Week in Photos -- Michael B. Jordan and girlfriend Lori Harvey in St. Barts for some fun and sun -- the couple hit the water and enjoyed cocktails on a floating platform during their romantic getaway

Page 11: Justin Bieber planted a kiss on a disgruntled looking Hailey Baldwin's cheek while out snorkeling in Hawaii, Salma Hayek in a green dress gushed about feeling grateful after she hit 17 million Instagram followers, Drew Barrymore with several Bridgerton-era props on the set of her daytime talk show

Page 12: Zooey Deschanel dancing in the rain

Page 14: Gisele Bundchen cheering on husband Tom Brady's Buccaneers during the NFL playoffs alongside dogs Onyx and Lua

Page 16: Say What?! Cher on remaining true to herself during her lengthy career, Steve Austin on Straight Up guest star Ice-T, Jessica Simpson who swears by red-light therapy treatments, Ciara on husband of four years Russell Wilson

Page 20: Clare Crawley and Dale Moss have officially called it quits -- Dale really tried to make it work but it just became clear as they were getting to know each other that they were more different than similar -- Clare and Dale were also dating long-distance and there were trust issues -- this is all super embarrassing for Clare; she left the show for him so for their relationship to end the way that it did is heartbreaking

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The Not-So Worst Day of Peter’s Life

This fic is a part of the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @fromsiberia

Rating: General Warnings: N/A

I enjoyed writing this - I hope you enjoy reading it!

Peter takes a class trip to Stark Industries. What could go wrong (or right)?

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“So, we have a field trip planned,” Peter mentions casually while eating lunch on Sunday.

Tony swallows the food in his mouth, “Great kid. When and where?”

“It’s this Friday, and it’s at Stark Industries,” Peter’s mouth contorts into a strained smile. “Did you do this?”

“I did not, cross my heart and hope to die,” Tony runs a finger across his sternum. “It was probably someone in our HR department. Why, you don’t want to go?”

“it just puts me in a tough spot because I’m ‘working’ here,” Peter makes finger quotations, “and no one believes me but Ned and MJ, but that’s because they know my alter ego.”

“What do you want me to do? Do you want me to call out sick and not go in that day? Or do you want me to acknowledge you and just rave about your intelligence? I’m good with that, too.”

“No! Just do what you normally do. If we run into you, you can just say hi to me to prove you know me, but I don’t need a whole letter of recommendation or anything!” Peter scoffs.

Tony nods understandingly, “I will be the ultimate professional, but I cannot speak for Happy. Or Bucky, if he’s around.”

“If I’m around where?” Bucky saunters into the room, dropping a kiss on Tony’s cheek.

“Speak of the devil,” Tony smirks. “Peter’s class is going to SI on Friday for a field trip.”

Bucky’s eyes glitter. “Good to know.” He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and walks back out. “Going for a run with Steve.”

“Make sure you shower afterwards!” Tony yells after him.

Peter turns on Tony as soon as Bucky leaves, “Please don’t let him embarrass me.”

“I will do what I can,” Tony ruffles Peter’s head. Standing up, he takes his plate and sticks it in the dishwasher. “Hey, I just got some of that stretchy material in. Wanna test it?”

Peter eagerly follows him into the lab.

+++++++++++++++++++

“So, Tony didn’t set it up?” Ned asks, biting into his pizza.

“No, he had no idea. I guess they do field trip things fairly often, so they just have someone in HR schedule them.” Peter wrinkles his nose. “Really Ned? Pineapple and sweet peppers? Ugh, that’s nasty.”

“You just have boring tastes, extra-cheese man.”

MJ shakes her head, “Bacon’s where it’s at.”

Peter and Ned look at each other and shrug. Neither of them can refute the fact that bacon is one of the better pizza toppings.

“So, Penis, are you going on the field trip on Friday?” Flash Thompson walks up to stand at the end of their table. “I wouldn’t blame you for not going, you know, because it’s going to be so embarrassing for you when we all confirm that your Stark Internship is all in your imagination. Right guys?” Flash’s little posse of friends all agree and laugh.

“I’m going.” Peter smiles at Flash.

“Alright. It’s your funeral,” Flash replies then turns to his crowd. “IF we see Tony Stark, maybe he can tell us about Spiderman! Unlike this idiot here, Spiderman actually works with Iron Man! He’s like the coolest superhero out there. Okay, let’s go. Bye losers!” He does a little wave at Peter’s table. Peter gives him a thumbs up in response.

“I mean, it’s funny to me that Flash loves you and hates you, but why do you put up with that?” MJ comments.

Peter shrugs, “It doesn’t really bother me. If he wants to run his mouth, trying to make me feel small, let him. At least he’s doing it to me, and not someone who will actually be affected by it. By the way, tomorrow night, we’re watching Clueless. Bucky hasn’t seen too many rom-coms, and I mean to change that. Tony said you are welcome to come. He’s making like six different types of popcorn.”

“I’m in.” MJ nods as Ned raises his hand and waves it to show he also will be there.

The bell rings to indicate the end of lunch break, and the trio splits up to go to their respective classes.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tony meets Peter when he gets to the Tower after rotations. “Hey Pete, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you that Harley’s going to be here this week.”

‘Oh ok, maybe we can finish that project now that… OH NO! Don’t tell me he’s going to be at SI on Friday!” Peter groans as Tony grimaces.

“Unfortunately, he will be, and you know there’s nothing I can do to stop him once he’s on a warpath.”

“My life is over,” Peter mourns. “Why can’t his college have normal spring break just like everybody else?”

“Probably because the universe is just bent on screwing you over.” Peter hates just how amused Tony sounds.

He folds his arms. “You’re the worst dad ever.”

“Sure son. Want to talk it over a game of catch?” Tony has his biggest shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

Peter shakes his head. “No, I just remembered. Aunt May said she’s going to have supper ready at 6:30 so I got to go. Love you, Dad.” He quickly hugs Tony then runs out the door.

“Love you, too kid!” Tony calls after him.

“Look at you, being less and less emotionally stunted as the days go by,” Rhodey comments from the doorway. “I guess Barnes and the kid are doing you good.”

“Oh, shut it, platypus.” Tony shoots back good-humoredly. “You were the one who started the process.”

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tuesday night, dubbed “Movie Night,” comes, and Tony, Bucky, Peter, Harley, Ned, and MJ are watching Clueless on Tony’s huge theater-sized TV. JARVIS turns on Clueless, and everyone soon gets lost into the hard high-school life of one Cher Horowitz.

Peter sympathizes with Cher’s driving issues as he also had a hard time learning to drive. He cringes, thinking of the time he had to drive Flash’s father’s car to chase Liz’s dad. Tony shudders at the fashion, or lack thereof, of the 90’s.

When the movie ends, Harley points out that although Cher’s last name is supposedly Horowitz, her report card is labelled as Cher Hamilton. MJ tells them she doesn’t like that Josh is Cher’s step-brother – it just weirds her out. Peter asks Bucky what he thought of the movie.

Bucky thinks about it for a second then asks, “Isn’t this basically modern-day Emma?”

“Emma?”

“Yea, the Jane Austen novel. Like, Cher is clearly Emma. She’s so happy she got Dionne together with Murray so she thinks she’s good at this stuff. She takes Tai in order to help her become popular. That means Tai is Harriet Smith. Cher tries to set her up with Elton, whose name is taken straight from Emma – Mr. Elton. Cher thinks she’s in love with Christian, who is pulled from Frank Churchill. The only difference here is that Christian is gay, not already engaged to Jane Fairfax. Josh, of course, is Mr. Knightley, except that he’s Cher’s stepbrother, not a family friend. Because Elton says he’s in love with Cher, not Tai, Tai feels unwanted. When Josh starts showing her attention because Cher asked him to, Tai starts to fall for him just as Cher realizes she’s in love with him. This is equal to the scenes where Mr. Knightley dances with Harriet when Mr. Elton snubs her. Harriet believes he is interested whereas he’s only doing Emma a favor. Harriet tells Emma that she thinks she loves Knightley. As a result, Emma gets a reality check. In the end, Tai dates the skater boy Travis, who is the modern-day Robert Martin, deemed as unworthy by Cher/Emma.” He pauses when he sees everyone just staring at him, open-mouthed. “I’m not wrong, am I?”

“Oh my gosh,” MJ whispers. “I think I love him.”

“Sorry, he’s mine,” Tony wraps his arms around Bucky. “Bucky, darling, I don’t know because I don’t read mushy stuff like Jane Austen, but based on MJ’s reaction, you must have hit the nail on the head.”

Bucky nuzzles Tony’s cheek with his nose until Harley fake gags, “There are children present!”

“The book is better, but the movie was ok,” Bucky wrinkles his nose.

Peter clutches his chest, “It’s a rom-com classic! I can’t believe it!” He dramatically falls off the couch onto the floor, acting as if his heart had failed him.

“Oh, no, we lost him. What ever shall we do?” Harley deadpans, stuffing a pillow on Peter’s face and holding it there until Peter rolls over.

“You are all a bunch of children,” Tony laughs. “Honey, don’t you feel like the parent of some very unruly children.”

Bucky snorts, “Gee, I wonder who they got it from.”

“Gasp. Betrayed by my own boyfriend. Now I have no one in the cruel, cold world.” Tony splays a hand across his arc reactor. “Woe is me.”

All too soon, though, it was time to go home, and Peter wishes all his nights could be like this. As Peter leaves one last lingering look at Tony and Bucky on the couch, he feels Harley nudge him. “Hey, at least you can leave,” the blond nineteen-year-old grins. “I’m going to have to deal with them, and I don’t think they’re going to wait until they get to their room to start. Seriously, I may have to gouge my eyes out by the end of the week.”

Peter pats Harley on the shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll manage. Have a good night.”

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Peter spends Wednesday night with Aunt May, but Tony asks for his help in the SI lab on Thursday. Two hours into working on improving Peter’s suit, Peter admits, “I’m a little nervous about tomorrow.”

Tony immediately puts down his tools, “Ok… talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I just… don’t know what’s going to happen, and I don’t want to make a big deal about the whole internship. Like, I don’t even care if they don’t believe me. Now it either becomes a big deal, or they'll all still think I’m a liar. And what if someone makes the Spiderman connection?”

“Hey, kid. You'll be fine, but if you don’t want to go, don’t go. You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone. I’ll support you with whatever you choose. And the Spiderman thing? I don’t think anyone’s going connect the dots. They'll probably think Harles is Spiderman before you." Tony knocks his shoulder. “All I’m saying is I will be happy to see you if you decide to go, and I would never be ashamed of being seen with you. I’ve basically adopted you. If you want to add fuel to the flames, I can even call you son.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“No! Please don’t! I don’t need that as well.” Peter groans.

“Ok ok fine!” Tony holds up his hands. “But let me know if you need me to be a school emergency contact. I know May’s been having longer shifts, but she won’t accept my help.”

“She’s a strong independent woman, Tony. She doesn’t need you.” Peter jabs playfully.

“No she does not. I admire her. The only person I admire more than her is Pepper. And I’ve met Thor, Peter.”

Peter gasps dramatically, “Don’t diss on my Thor!”

When Peter goes to leave that night, Tony pulls him into a hug. “Love ya, son.”

“Love you, too, dad.” Peter’s heart fills with happiness. He supposes tomorrow won’t be too bad.

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Friday comes, and May wakes Peter up for his class trip. He groans but gets up. “Ugh. Today is going to be a train wreck.” He tells her.

“You know, you don’t have to go on your class trip,” May remarks, looked amused.

“Yea, I know, but I feel like I should just go.”

Peter gets to school, and Flash seems to be waiting for him. “Oh, hey guys. Here he is! We’re going to see today just how pathetic Parker is. I hope you’re ready.” Flash smirks at him.

“Oh, believe me, I am not ready for this trip,” Peter concedes, “but for reasons that are so much different than what you’re thinking.”

“Ok, boys, enough fighting. It’s time to go,” Mr. Harrington calls from the front of the classroom. “Everyone, pair up and get on the bus.”

Peter and Ned fall in line together, followed by MJ and Betty. The pretty blonde taps Peter on the shoulder. “Hey Peter, for what it’s worth, I believe you.”

“Thanks Betty! I appreciate it.” Peter smiles back at her.

The four of them sit together in the back of the bus, ignoring all the chaos going on in front of them. “It gets worse,” Peter confides to Ned, “Harley’s gonna be there. You know it’s his goal in life to make me as uncomfortable as possible.”

“Relax, Pete, he’s like your brother. That’s what family’s for.”

The bus ride takes approximately thirty minutes to get to Stark Industries. Once everyone is out and lined up two by two, Mr. Harrington leads them up to the facility. He fumbles with the paperwork as he walks up to a security guard. Once the guard is satisfied, he takes them in to the front desk. Bambi is working the desk, as usual. She hands out visitor’s cards to every member of the party, and her face brightens when she sees Peter. “Oh, hi Peter! I didn’t realize this was your class. You should just be showing them around, don’t you think?” She winks at him.

Peter loves Bambi. She treats him like her own grandchildren. “Hi, Bambi. It’s good to see you. Today, I think I’m just following along with the rest of them.”

As the rest of the class had already left the receptionist desk to wait for their tour guide, no one heard Peter and Bambi’s interaction. Mr. Harrington calls him over, and Flash looks at him suspiciously. “What, did you ask her to act like she knew you?”

“No, she just knows me. That’s Bambi.”

“No shit. Isn’t that what her name tag read?” Flash retorts, and Peter mentally nods. Flash does have a point there.

“Midtown High?” A voice says, and Peter freezes. No. He knows that voice. He turns slowly to find that his fear is, in fact, reality. “Hello, my name is Harley Keener. I’m a part-time intern of Tony Stark, and I will be your tour guide today. Does anyone have any questions before we start?”

Annabelle raises her hand, “Will we see Tony Stark or Pepper Potts today?”

“You are in luck, because Tony himself instructed that I show you his lab today. Ms. Potts is the CEO of the company, so I can’t really say if we will see her or not. She is a very busy woman.” Harley smiles. Peter feels his eyes on him, and when Peter looks up, Harley’s smile becomes a smirk. Peter’s spidey-senses tingle with a sense of foreboding.

Flash nudges Peter, “Hey Porker, that is what someone who interns for Tony Stark would look like. He’s mature and actually attractive… unlike you.”

“You think he’s mature? He’s the devil incarnate. The only reason he is leading this tour is because he wants to make my life miserable,” Peter hisses.

Flash scoffs, but he just rejoins his partner at the front of the line.

“Hey, kid.” Harley addresses Flash. “I’m sorry, but I need to ask you to stay with your partner in a two-by-two line unless I say you can spread out. I don’t want to cause problems, but I’m sure you understand that we have precautions that we must take in order to let guided tours through here.” Peter holds in a laugh when Flash looks properly chastised.

Ned leans close and says, “And that’s where family has your back as well, even after you call them ‘the Devil incarnate.’”

Harley leads them through department after department, explaining how each of them work. After explaining, he would ask if anyone had any questions. Finally, on the sixth floor, Flash can’t resist any longer. “I have to ask, Mr. Keener, do you know anyone by the name of Peter Parker?”

“You mean Tony’s other intern? Yea I know him. He’s a little shit most of the time, but yea. Any other questions?”

Everyone in the class turns back to Peter, who can’t help but smile smugly. “I have a question,” Peter asks, “Why did you decide to guide this tour? This isn’t your normal job here.”

The blood drains from Peter’s face when Harley just smiles and says, “It was something I wanted to do, and Tony owed me that favor after he lost the bet.”

“Oh crap.” The foreboding tingles are back.

Mr. Harrington looks confused, “I’m sorry. I guess you two know each other?”

“Yes, we have worked together on many a project with Mr. Stark,” Harley informs him. “We just have a little harmless rivalry – like to poke fun at each other.”

Flash looks like he’s just going to faint. Peter wants to laugh at him, but he’s mature. He’ll laugh about it later.

Harley continues, “Now, if no one has any questions about this department, I will take you up to the next floor. Please be warned, this is Tony Stark’s R&D floor. We will have to confiscate any phones as we do not allow any videos and pictures on this floor.” They climb the stairs. “Before we go in, please hand all your phones and/or recording devices to Alessia here. She will return them to you once we come back out of this room.”

Once everyone forks over their technology, Harley puts his hand on the scanner, and the doors open. “Please line up against the wall, and don’t touch anything.” He tells them.

Peter groans aloud when he sees the view in front of him. Bucky frickin’ Barnes is sitting on the frickin’ table where Tony is fixing his frickin’ arm! He knows Bucky and Harley have something up their sleeve.

“You ok there, Parker?” Harley asks, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

“Yeah. I’m great.” Peter grits out.

Tony and Bucky seem to be in their own little world because neither of them looks up. Tony closes a plate on Bucky’s arm and runs his hand down the arm until he clasps Bucky’s hand in his own. Bucky touches Tony’s face with his right arm, and Harley clears his throat loudly. Bucky slowly drops his hand, and they both turn to look at the class, Bucky’s eyes seeking Peter out.

Tony smiles his press smile, “Welcome, guys, gals, and non-binary pals to where the magic happens. This lab here is my personal lab, and very few people have access to this select lab. Consider yourselves lucky. Sergeant Barnes here just had some problems with his arm, and, as I was working here today, came to visit me. If you see over there, I have my helper bots.” Tony walks over to ELL-E. “This darling here is one of my newer ones. Say hi, ELL-E!” Everyone awws when she raises her claw and waves. “I have three of these at home, all built when I was in college. Since I work most days at the tower, I keep them there. DUM-E was the first AI bot I ever made. He’s a mess, though. That’s why his name’s DUM-E.” He claps his hands together. “Now does anyone have any questions… actually, wait, I have a question for you kids. We are in the process in updating the Stark phone. Does anyone here own one, and if so, do you have any suggestions in improving it?”

Raoul raises his hand, “Well, I must say I do love the latest update… the easy access to setting up disability features really helped my mom use her phone better. She used to make one of us use her phone for her because most phones either don’t have the features or make it hard to find where to turn them on.”

“Thank you. Fun fact – that update was drawn up and coded by your very own classmate over there, one Mr. Peter Parker. I don’t know how much of a bragger he is – I sure was one when I was his age – but that young man is brilliant. I am honored to have him working here as an intern.” Tony sends a smile towards Peter.

Flash raises his hand, “Hi, so if Peter interns for you, and you mostly work from the tower, does that mean Peter works at Stark Tower around all the superheroes?”

“Yup,” Tony smiles. “To be honest, I think he had the biggest freak out when he met Bucky over here… or maybe Thor. Sorry, Buck, I think Thor is his favorite.”

A few other students raise their hands to ask questions, and Peter zones out. A loud clapping sound wakes him from his reverie.

“I hate to interrupt, but it’s almost time for lunch,” Harley speaks up. “Do you want me to take them down now, or is there anything else you want to say?”

Tony spins back around to face them, finger in the air. “I just had a brilliant idea. Why don’t you join me and Sergeant Barnes for lunch? We’re going down to the cafeteria. Just order what you want on my dime. We’ll accompany you down in a minute.”

“Sir, you don’t have to,” Mr. Harrington sputters. “The students did all bring lunch…”

“Oh, it would be my pleasure. I have more money than I know what to do with. I insist,” Tony says. Then he smirks and says, “I know, Ms. Jones, that I should sink my money into charities and things. Please provide me with several of your choice, and I promise to make a large donation.”

MJ’s mouth opens and closes, then she nods. “Fair enough.”

“Ok kiddos,” Harley says, “let me take you down to the cafeteria. If you want your phones back, please make sure you pick them up from Alessia.”

Peter and Ned are the last ones to leave the lab. Peter turns right before he walks out. Bucky and Tony wave at him. He groans, “They’re going to do something at lunch. I can feel it.”

Five minutes later, Tony and Bucky arrive in the cafeteria, holding hands.

“Holy shit! Are they actually together?” Adria gasps in a loud whisper.

Ned rolls his eyes. “Of course. What, have you been living under a rock?”

After the power couple get their food, they sit at the table where Peter and Harley are sitting. “So, did we do ok, kid?” Tony asks.

“Well, now the whole world is going to know you’re dating. They’re not ‘just speculating’ anymore.” Peter smirks.

“Babe, we can have a make out session on the table now!” Bucky’s eyes twinkle. “We don’t have to hide anymore!”

“Gosh no, please, please no!” Peter groans. “Ugh. I hate you all right now.”

“We love you, too,” Harley coos.

Twenty minutes later, Harley and Mr. Harrington round up the class to proceed with the tour. Bucky pulls Tony up and says, “Come on, Mr. Stark, you have a meeting with Ms. Potts to which you must not be late if you know what’s good for you.” “Oh, are you giving me orders, Sergeant Barnes?” Tony asks back, and Peter knows his face is bright red.

“Just… go.” He mutters, and he’s sure only Bucky was able to hear him. Bucky takes it as a cue to leave. He takes Tony’s arm.

“Here is where I must take my leave,” Tony, ever the showman, bows. “Thank you all for touring my humble company, and I do hope you all have enjoyed yourselves. Bye, Petey.” He wiggles his fingers. Peter hides his face in his hands.

“Kill me now,” he pleads to Ned.

The rest of the field trip goes off without a hitch, and the ride back to school is peaceful. Peter imagines everyone is on Twitter going on about Winteriron or something. He realizes that Tony and Bucky did this so that no one would bother him about the internship. Once again, he is choked up to see just how caring and thoughtful Tony is. The next person who says differently can catch these hands. He thinks.

Peter leaves quickly when school ends so he doesn’t miss his bus that has a tendency to show up early. Tony is waiting for him at the tower when he gets there. “So how did we do today?”

“You guys were embarrassing, but I guess I’ve come to terms with it.” Peter grumbles. “That’s what family does. Thank you for taking all the attention off of me. You didn't have to go semi-public with your relationship.”

“Let you have the spotlight? Never! Don't you know I need it all?” Tony jokes, then smiles softly. “I only did what Rhodey would’ve done to me.”

Peter smiles, “Rhodey is a gift to this world.”

“Peter, my dear, you are brilliant, but let me tell you, that is the smartest and most correct thing you have ever said,” Tony takes him by the shoulders. “But if you ever tell my honeybear that, I will deny it vehemently.”

“Understood. Hey want to play a game of chess?” When Tony agrees, Peter gets the chessboard out that Wanda had given him. Apparently, it had belonged to her father. Peter just likes the glass pieces.

Epilogue

On Monday, Flash apologizes to him when they return to school. “Hey Parker, I… uh… I’m sorry for all that shit I said about you. I guess it just seemed unreal, and I shouldn’t have made fun of you like that.”

“Yea, you shouldn’t have. Being a dick doesn’t make you cool; it just makes you look like a dick. But I do understand. My life is pretty surreal. No harm done – just don’t do it anymore to anyone.” Peter tells him.

Flash nods, “Yea, I know. So, have you met Spiderman? Is he as cool as he seems?”

“Nah, I hate him. He’s a total loser. He once stole my ice cream sandwich and didn't replace it or apologize.” Peter smiles. “Now, Thor? He’s not called a god for no reason. He would never do that.”

Peter walks out of school much happier than usual. Maybe this field trip wasn’t so bad.

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