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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Jo Laughlin x Sheriff Machado (The Vampire Diaries/Legacies)
Requested by @mariedemedicis
#legacies#tvdu#the vampire diaries#jo laughlin#sheriff mac#sheriff machado#jo x mac#mac x jo#rowing the rarepair rowboat#rarepair rowboat#mariedemedicis#so this was supposed to be for femslash feb but I am hella late#as always#also can their ship name please be macjo because it sounds like a mcdonalds burger
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Jo: *says something flirty to Mac*
Mac: *accepts it with a combination of mild confusion, embarrassement and dignity*
Mac: *stops*
Mac: *wait…did she…?* *turns to Jo*
Mac: "Are you flirting with me?"
Jo: *eyebrow raised* Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing."
#CSI: NY#Jo Danville#Mac Taylor#Jac#Jo x Mac#Mac x Jo#JoxMac#MacxJo#Jo and Mac#Mac and Jo#incorrect quotes#my sole contribution to this fandom#put it somewhere after S7 and before S8 I guess#TV series#captain's log#personal
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Currently watching the CSI: NY season 7 episode "The 35th Floor" (again) with my grandmother and oh my goodness it's sooo good and is giving me JAC feels that make want to rewrite the show to make Jo part of the team from the first episode of the show and make JAC canon.
Okay so I may or may not have read too many JAC fanfics and wants the show to get a reboot soooo yeah.
#csi new york#csi ny#jo danville#mac taylor#danny messer#sheldon hawlks#lindsay messer#sid hammerback#adam ross#jo x mac#jo and mac#JAC#csi ny fanfic idea#bring back csi ny
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: IndyCar RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Scott McLaughlin & Josef Newgarden, Josef Newgarden/Scott McLaughlin
Characters: Scott McLaughlin, Josef Newgarden
Additional Tags: Bus Bros, Whump, Break Up, the end of an era, Hurt No Comfort, Song fic
Summary:
I think we should take a break is what the text from Josef says. It’s closely followed by oops, hit send too early, and then from Bus Bros.
Scotty sends back a thumbs up and then silences his phone.
#hope you want to CRY#josef newgarden#scott mclaughlin#scotty mac#jo new#bus bros#scott mclaughlin x josef newgarden#team penske#boygenius#my fic#indycar fic#indycar rpf
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The Disability Library
I love books, I love literature, and I love this blog, but it's only been recently that I've really been given the option to explore disabled literature, and I hate that. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be able to read about characters like me, and now as an adult, all I want is to be able to read a book that takes us seriously.
And so, friends, Romans, countrymen, I present, a special disability and chronic illness booklist, compiled by myself and through the contributions of wonderful members from this site!
As always, if there are any at all that you want me to add, please just say. I'm always looking for more!
Edit 20/10/2023: You can now suggest books using the google form at the bottom!
Updated: 31/08/2023
Articles and Chapters
The Drifting Language of Architectural Accessibility in Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris, Essaka Joshua, 2012
Early Modern Literature and Disability Studies, Allison P. Hobgood, David Houston Wood, 2017
How Do You Develop Whole Object Relations as an Adult?, Elinor Greenburg, 2019
Making Do with What You Don't Have: Disabled Black Motherhood in Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents, Anna Hinton, 2018
Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2003 OR Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2019
Wasted Lives: Modernity and Its Outcasts, Zygmunt Bauman, 2004
Witchcraft and deformity in early modern English Literature, Scott Eaton, 2020
Books
Fiction:
Misc:
10 Things I Can See From Here, Carrie Mac
A-F:
A Curse So Dark and Lonely, (Series), Brigid Kemmerer
Akata Witch, (Series), Nnedi Okorafor
A Mango-Shaped Space, Wendy Mass
Ancillary Justice, (Series), Ann Leckie
An Unkindness of Ghosts, Rivers Solomon
An Unseen Attraction, (Series), K. J. Charles
A Shot in the Dark, Victoria Lee
A Snicker of Magic, Natalie Lloyd
A Song of Ice and Fire, (series), George R. R. Martin
A Spindle Splintered, (Series), Alix E. Harrow
A Time to Dance, Padma Venkatraman
Bath Haus, P. J. Vernon
Beasts of Prey, (Series), Ayana Gray
The Bedlam Stacks, (Series), Natasha Pulley
Black Bird, Blue Road, Sofiya Pasternack
Black Sun, (Series), Rebecca Roanhorse
Blood Price, (Series), Tanya Huff
Borderline, (Series), Mishell Baker
Breath, Donna Jo Napoli
The Broken Kingdoms, (Series), N.K. Jemisin
Brute, Kim Fielding
Cafe con Lychee, Emery Lee
Carry the Ocean, (Series), Heidi Cullinan
Challenger Deep, Neal Shusterman
Cinder, (Series), Marissa Meyer
Clean, Amy Reed
Connection Error, (Series), Annabeth Albert
Cosima Unfortunate Steals A Star, Laura Noakes
Crazy, Benjamin Lebert
Crooked Kingdom, (Series), Leigh Bardugo
Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots, (Series), Cat Sebastian
Daniel, Deconstructed, James Ramos
Dead in the Garden, (Series), Dahlia Donovan
Dear Fang, With Love, Rufi Thorpe
Deathless Divide, (Series), Justina Ireland
The Degenerates, J. Albert Mann
The Doctor's Discretion, E.E. Ottoman
Earth Girl, (Series), Janet Edwards
Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, Emily R. Austin
The Extraordinaries, (Series), T. J. Klune
The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict, (Series), Trenton Lee Stewart
Fight + Flight, Jules Machias
The Final Girl Support Group, Grady Hendrix
Finding My Voice, (Series), Aoife Dooley
The First Thing About You, Chaz Hayden
Follow My Leader, James B. Garfield
Forever Is Now, Mariama J. Lockington
Fortune Favours the Dead, (Series), Stephen Spotswood
Fresh, Margot Wood
H-0:
Harmony, London Price
Harrow the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir
Hench, (Series), Natalia Zina Walschots
Highly Illogical Behaviour, John Corey Whaley
Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers
How to Become a Planet, Nicole Melleby
How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager, (Series), D. N. Bryn
How to Sell Your Blood & Fall in Love, (Series), D. N. Bryn
Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, Joy Demorra
I Am Not Alone, Francisco X. Stork
The Immeasurable Depth of You, Maria Ingrande Mora
In the Ring, Sierra Isley
Into The Drowning Deep, (Series), Mira Grant
Iron Widow, (Series), Xiran Jay Zhao
Izzy at the End of the World, K. A. Reynolds
Jodie's Journey, Colin Thiele
Just by Looking at Him, Ryan O'Connell
Kissing Doorknobs, Terry Spencer Hesser
Lakelore, Anna-Marie McLemore
Learning Curves, (Series), Ceillie Simkiss
Let's Call It a Doomsday, Katie Henry
The Library of the Dead, (Series), TL Huchu
The Lion Hunter, (Series), Elizabeth Wein
Lirael, (Series), Garth Nix
Long Macchiatos and Monsters, Alison Evans
Love from A to Z, (Series), S.K. Ali
Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, Kristen O'Neal
Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro
The Never Tilting World, (Series), Rin Chupeco
The No-Girlfriend Rule, Christen Randall
Nona the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir
Noor, Nnedi Okorafor
Odder Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn
Once Stolen, (Series), D. N. Bryn
One For All, Lillie Lainoff
On the Edge of Gone, Corinne Duyvis
Origami Striptease, Peggy Munson
Our Bloody Pearl, (Series), D. N. Bryn
Out of My Mind, Sharon M. Draper
P-T:
Parable of the Sower, (Series), Octavia E. Butler
Parable of the Talents, (Series), Octavia E. Butler
Percy Jackson & the Olympians, (series), Rick Riordan
Pomegranate, Helen Elaine Lee
The Prey of Gods, Nicky Drayden
The Pursuit Of..., (Series), Courtney Milan
The Queen's Thief, (Series), Megan Whalen Turner
The Quiet and the Loud, Helena Fox
The Raging Quiet, Sheryl Jordan
The Reanimator's Heart, (Series), Kara Jorgensen
The Remaking of Corbin Wale, Joan Parrish
Roll with It, (Series), Jamie Sumner
Russian Doll, (Series), Cristelle Comby
The Second Mango, (Series), Shira Glassman
Scar of the Bamboo Leaf, Sieni A.M
Shaman, (Series), Noah Gordon
Sick Kids in Love, Hannah Moskowitz
The Silent Boy, Lois Lowry
Six of Crows, (Series) Leigh Bardugo
Sizzle Reel, Carlyn Greenwald
The Spare Man, Mary Robinette Kowal
The Stagsblood Prince, (Series), Gideon E. Wood
Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient is Love. No, Really, (Series), RoAnna Sylver
Stars in Your Eyes, Kacen Callender [Expected release: Oct 2023]
The Storm Runner, (Series), J. C. Cervantes
Stronger Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn
Sweetblood, Pete Hautman
Tarnished Are the Stars, Rosiee Thor
The Theft of Sunlight, (Series), Intisar Khanani
Throwaway Girls, Andrea Contos
Top Ten, Katie Cotugno
Torch, Lyn Miller-Lachmann
Treasure, Rebekah Weatherspoon
Turtles All the Way Down, John Green
U-Z:
Unlicensed Delivery, Will Soulsby-McCreath
Expected release October 2023
Verona Comics, Jennifer Dugan
Vorkosigan Saga, (Series), Lois McMaster Bujold
We Are the Ants, (Series), Shaun David Hutchinson
The Weight of Our Sky, Hanna Alkaf
Whip, Stir and Serve, Caitlyn Frost and Henry Drake
The Whispering Dark, Kelly Andrew
Wicked Sweet, Chelsea M. Cameron
Wonder, (Series), R. J. Palacio
Wrong to Need You, (Series), Alisha Rai
Ziggy, Stardust and Me, James Brandon
Graphic Novels:
A Quick & Easy Guide to Sex & Disability, (Non-Fiction), A. Andrews
Constellations, Kate Glasheen
Dancing After TEN: a graphic memoir, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Vivian Chong, Georgia Webber
Everything Is an Emergency: An OCD Story in Words Pictures, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Jason Adam Katzenstein
Frankie's World: A Graphic Novel, (Series), Aoife Dooley
The Golden Hour, Niki Smith
Nimona, N. D. Stevenson
The Third Person, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Emma Grove
Magazines and Anthologies:
Artificial Divide, (Anthology), Robert Kingett, Randy Lacey
Beneath Ceaseless Skies #175: Grandmother-nai-Leylit's Cloth of Winds, (Article), R. B. Lemburg
Defying Doomsday, (Anthology), edited by Tsana Dolichva and Holly Kench
Josee, the Tiger and the Fish, (short story) (anthology), Seiko Tanabe
Nothing Without Us, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson
Nothing Without Us Too, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson
Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens, (Anthology), edited by Marieke Nijkamp
Uncanny #24: Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction, (Anthology), edited by: Elsa Sjunneson-Henry, Dominik Parisien et al.
Uncanny #30: Disabled People Destroy Fantasy, (Anthology), edited by: Nicolette Barischoff, Lisa M. Bradley, Katharine Duckett
We Shall Be Monsters, edited by Derek Newman-Stille
Manga:
Perfect World, (Series), Rie Aruga
The Sky is Blue with a Single Cloud, (Short Stories), Kuniko Tsurita
Non-Fiction:
Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education, Jay Timothy Dolmage
A Disability History of the United States, Kim E, Nielsen
The Architecture of Disability: Buildings, Cities, and Landscapes beyond Access, David Gissen
Being Seen: One Deafblind Woman's Fight to End Ableism, Elsa Sjunneson
Black Disability Politics, Sami Schalk
Borderline, Narcissistic, and Schizoid Adaptations: The Pursuit of Love, Admiration, and Safety, Dr. Elinor Greenburg
Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure, Eli Clare
The Cambridge Companion to Literature and Disability, Barker, Clare and Stuart Murray, editors.
The Capacity Contract: Intellectual Disability and the Question of Citizenship, Stacy Clifford Simplican
Capitalism and Disability, Martha Russel
Care work: Dreaming Disability Justice, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Catatonia, Shutdown and Breakdown in Autism: A Psycho-Ecological Approach, Dr Amitta Shah
The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays, Esme Weijun Wang
Crip Kinship, Shayda Kafai
Crip Up the Kitchen: Tools, Tips and Recipes for the Disabled Cook, Jules Sherred
Culture – Theory – Disability: Encounters between Disability Studies and Cultural Studies, Anne Waldschmidt, Hanjo Berressem, Moritz Ingwersen
Decarcerating Disability: Deinstitutionalization and Prison Abolition, Liat Ben-Moshe
Demystifying Disability: What to Know, What to Say, and How to Be an Ally, Emily Ladau
Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Disability Pride: Dispatches from a Post-ADA World, Ben Mattlin
Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories From the Twenty-First Century, Alice Wong
Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability and Making Space, Amanda Leduc
Every Cripple a Superhero, Christoph Keller
Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness and Liberation, Eli Clare
Feminist Queer Crip, Alison Kafer
The Future Is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes, and Mourning Songs, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Growing Up Disabled in Australia, Carly Findlay
It's Just Nerves: Notes on a Disability, Kelly Davio
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot
Language Deprivation & Deaf Mental Health, Neil S. Glickman, Wyatte C. Hall
The Minority Body: A Theory of Disability, Elizabeth Barnes
My Body and Other Crumbling Empires: Lessons for Healing in a World That Is Sick, Lyndsey Medford
No Right to Be Idle: The Invention of Disability, 1840s-1930s, Sarah F. Rose
Nothing About Us Without Us: Disability Oppression and Empowerment, James I. Charlton
The Pedagogy of Pathologization Dis/abled Girls of Color in the School-prison Nexus, Subini Ancy Annamma
Physical Disability in British Romantic Literature, Essaka Joshua
QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology, Raymond Luczak, Editor.
The Right to Maim: Debility, Capacity, Disability, Jasbir K. Puar
Sitting Pretty, (memoir), Rebecca Taussig
Sounds Like Home: Growing Up Black & Deaf in the South, Mary Herring Wright
Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms, Ilana Jacqueline
The Things We Don't Say: An Anthology of Chronic Illness Truths, Julie Morgenlender
Uncanny Bodies: Superhero Comics and Disability, Scott T. Smith, José Alaniz
Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman, (memoir), Laura Kate Dale
Unmasking Autism, Devon Price
The War on Disabled People: Capitalism, Welfare and the Making of a Human Catastrophe, Ellen Clifford
We've Got This: Essays by Disabled Parents, Eliza Hull
Year of the Tiger: An Activist's Life, (memoir) (essays) Alice Wong
Picture Books:
A Day With No Words, Tiffany Hammond, Kate Cosgrove-
A Friend for Henry, Jenn Bailey, Mika Song
Ali and the Sea Stars, Ali Stroker, Gillian Reid
All Are Welcome, Alexandra Penfold, Suzanne Kaufman
All the Way to the Top, Annette Bay Pimentel, Jennifer Keelan-Chaffins, Nabi Ali
Can Bears Ski?, Raymond Antrobus, Polly Dunbar
Different -- A Great Thing to Be!, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga
Everyone Belongs, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga
I Talk Like a River, Jordan Scott, Sydney Smith
Jubilee: The First Therapy Horse and an Olympic Dream, K. T. Johnson, Anabella Ortiz
Just Ask!, Sonia Sotomayor, Rafael López
Kami and the Yaks, Andrea Stenn Stryer, Bert Dodson
My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay, Cari Best, Vanessa Brantley-Newton
Rescue & Jessica: A Life-Changing Friendship, Jessica Kensky, Patrick Downes, Scott Magoon
Sam's Super Seats, Keah Brown, Sharee Miller
Small Knight and the Anxiety Monster, Manka Kasha
We Move Together, Kelly Fritsch, Anne McGuire, Eduardo Trejos
We're Different, We're the Same, and We're All Wonderful!, Bobbi Jane Kates, Joe Mathieu
What Happened to You?, James Catchpole, Karen George
The World Needs More Purple People, Kristen Bell, Benjamin Hart, Daniel Wiseman
You Are Enough: A Book About Inclusion, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso
You Are Loved: A Book About Families, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso
The You Kind of Kind, Nina West, Hayden Evans
Zoom!, Robert Munsch, Michael Martchenko
Plays:
Peeling, Kate O'Reilly
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Tui request?? Eddie gains a little weight after the baby is born and Ms heart looks amazing post baby and Eddie becomes sort of self conscious and Mrs sweet heart shows Eddie how much she loves his dad bod
Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries
Summary: When Eddie starts feeling insecure about his newfound dad bod, you make sure to prove how sexy you think he is.
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), p in v, breeding kink, Reader breastfeeds (no lactation kink), mention of weight gain and a "junk food diet"
WC: 1.7k
A/N: Thank you to @jo-harrington for helping me with the pacing and to @corroded-hellfire for help with the dialogue!
Eddie Munson thought you were stunning the night you met at the Hideout. On your wedding day, he surmised that he was marrying the prettiest woman in the world. And when you got pregnant with Hendrix—especially once your bump became more prominent—he’d sworn up and down that you couldn’t possibly get more beautiful if you tried.
That statement, of course, is easily refuted by his current sight of you with six-month-old Hendrix nestled into your chest. You gently move the rocking chair back and forth as the baby drinks from your breast, your shirt hiked up so he can easily latch onto your nipple. You wince slightly as he suckles, though it isn’t nearly as painful as when you’d first begun nursing him.
“He’s getting so chunky,” you muse, running your finger over the roll that’s formed on his little wrist. You look at your husband to gauge his reaction, your smile fading when you see his distant expression. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.” It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it.
You sigh, carefully adjusting your position to sit forward a bit. Hendrix is unfazed, too focused on his lunch. “Tell me the truth. You know I always find out, anyway.”
“You’re right,” Eddie agrees with a small laugh. There’s no sense in trying to hide it, not when you can read him like a book. “Guess, um, guess I’ve just been noticing that Hendrix isn’t the only one putting on weight lately.” He looks down at his stomach guiltily.
A delicate frown tugs your lips downward; you notice for the first time that he’s wearing a jacket despite the warm May weather. “So? You’re adjusting to being a father of two. Instead of both of us taking care of only Harris, we now need man-to-man coverage.”
“Yeah, but you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he protests. Your pregnancy glow has carried over to a new-mom glow, despite the exhaustion. Christ, you even make sleep deprivation look good. “And you’re the one who had the baby.”
“Eds,” you say softly, the weight of his statement heavy on your shoulders, “you spent my entire pregnancy and this post-partum hell reassuring me that you loved every version of my body. Why wouldn’t I feel the same way about yours?” Hendrix has stopped eating, so you fix your shirt and prop him up to burp him.
He shrugs, cheek pinched between his teeth to stifle emotion. “I dunno, I just…” he exhales long and loud as he searches for the right phrasing. “Your body made life; mine made the decision to eat chicken nuggets and mac ‘n cheese off of Harris’s plate instead of vegetables.”
You offer a hint of a smile at his humor, though his words are laced with true insecurity. “Let me put this little man down for his nap and show you just how incredible that body of yours is.” There’s a mischievous glint in your eyes when you stand, the baby satiated and ready for his midday sleep. Harris is at Charlie’s house for a playdate, which means you and Eddie essentially have the afternoon to yourselves.
Hendrix’s milk-drunk state has him falling asleep quickly, and you take Eddie’s hand and lead him to the bedroom. As soon as the door shuts, your arms are draped over his shoulders, and you press your torso to his. You give his earlobe a little nibble before bringing your lips to his neck.
“You know what I see when I look at you?” you start, letting your hands rest on his biceps. “I see the arms that carry our boys to bed every night.” You leave a delicate kiss on the spot you just mentioned before gently pulling off his shirt. “And your chest is perfect for any of us to rest on.” Another kiss, this one received with a shiver.
He shakes his head. “‘S not how I used to look,” he responds guiltily. “When I was younger, I lived off of Doritos and Mountain Dew–didn’t gain an ounce. Guess it’s catching up to me now,” he grimaces, giving his belly a little pinch.
You intercept the motion, gently pushing his hands from his stomach. “Did I know I love this tummy most of all?” When he cocks a disbelieving brow, you smile and elaborate. “It reminds me that you don’t have to settle for a junk food diet anymore. We’ve created a little home with safety, love, and delicious food. I mean, you could do some sit-ups, I guess, but…” you shrug, scrunching your nose as you say the words, “I kinda like having a little something extra to hold onto.”
“Really?” He still doesn’t allow himself to fully accept this truth, so you try another method.
“Really,” you affirm, pulling him in for another deep kiss. “I need you,” you growl, your core already flooded with need at the prospect of worshiping him. “Need you so bad.”
Eddie moans under his breath when you suck a bruise just above his collarbone. His hands grip your hips to tug you even closer, and you can feel him stiffen in his jeans. With a knowing grin, you drop to your knees and leave a hickey right next to his navel.
“You are,” you mumble against his skin, fingers coaxing open his pants button, “ridiculously sexy. ‘S not fair.” You unzip him, pulling down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. His erection stands at attention, and you intend to show him plenty of it; but you have one last item on your agenda. “Eds, this ass? God, I could bite it all day.” You giggle as you lean around to sink your teeth into the meat of it, and he yelps in surprise. “Only want you, Eddie,” you say, now looking up into his eyes. “Only ever wanna make you feel good.”
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie groans, throwing his head back as you flatten your tongue and lick the underside of his shaft. “Thassit; take your time, Sweetheart.”
You take the tip between your lips, swiping at the pre-cum already dripping from it. Slowly, you allow more and more of him in your mouth until your nose brushes his pubic hair.
“Mhm. Kee-Keep going, mmf, little faster now.”
You eagerly oblige, swirling your tongue in that way that drives him wild; sure enough, you feel his thigh twitch next to your cheek. You assumed he would finish in your mouth, and you look up at him in confusion when he pulls out of it.
“I gotta…fuck…gotta be inside that tight pussy of yours.” He grabs himself at the base, eyes begging for you to let him in.
You shed your clothes and toss them in a heap on the floor, walking towards him and pushing him onto the bed. He grins when you straddle his waist and kiss his lips hungrily.
“Gonna take care of you tonight, Eds,” you coo, grinding your wet center over the ridges of his cock. “You always make me feel amazing, honey. I wanna return the favor.”
Eddie nods, adjusting his hard-on so you can sink onto it, enveloping him in your warmth. He stretches you perfectly, and you let him know with a pleased moan.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, nails digging into the flesh of your ass. “I’ll never get tired of that feeling.”
“Good,” you smirk, letting him bottom out before you begin moving again. His grip stabilizes you enough to ride him, rolling your hips teasingly. Your lips are beckoned by his chest tattoo, and you plant kisses all over it. “Mine.” You claim him with that one word, and he gives himself to you fully.
You sit back up to bounce on him, his hands reaching for your breasts and gently cupping them. A whine emanates from your throat as he thrusts up into you with more rigor.
“Kiss me?” he pleads, lifting one hand to clasp around the back of your head, bringing your face closer to his. There’s no need to ask twice; you lean in and kiss him passionately,
As much as you want to take the lead, you can’t deny how incredible it feels when he thrusts upwards. You whine pathetically as he drives his cock deeper within you.
“Take it so well, Sweetheart,” he grunts, pinning down your thighs. “Got me tempted to knock you up all over again.”
His words have you clenching around him, your breaths shallow. You brace yourself on his chest, moaning out his name.
“Eddie, your body,” you whimper, unable to complete the sentence. Your mind is too focused on your building orgasm.
“What about it, honey?”
You take as much of a breath as you can. “Your body makes me feel so fucking good.”
“Prove it,” he growls. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”
Pleasure washes over you, his length brushing against your sweet spot and driving you over the edge. “I-I’m cumming—”
“Mmf, m-me, too—fuck!” Eddie’s eyes roll as he finishes, pumping you full of his release. He pounds into you, draining himself completely.
You lay on top of him until he whispers in your ear, “Sweetheart? I gotta pull out.” Sure enough, he’s gone completely soft, absolutely spent.
All you can manage is an mmh, pouting when he withdraws. Eddie laughs kindly and kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the best wife in the world?” he asks, nose gently nudging yours. “Not just because of all that—which was phenomenal, by the way. Five stars.” You swat at him and he laughs harder. “I feel so…safe when I’m with you.”
Your lips ghost the tip of his nose. “You are safe with me,” you remind him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he says, holding you as close as he can. He pauses for a beat before speaking again. “Can I ask you something?”
“‘Course.”
Eddie clears his throat. “That thing about liking when there’s something to, um, ‘hold onto,’” he starts, cheeks filling in pink, “did you mean that?”
It’s your turn to kiss him passionately, lips parted, tongue grazing his. You roll your hips again, fingertips brushing the soft side of his torso. It reignites the fire within him; his cock twitches slightly.
“Does that answer your question?”
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Smoke Eater - Part 3
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.
That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.
AN: Ready for some more ridiculous flirting? lol
🔥 Series Masterlist
Song Inspo: “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie (of Fleetwood Mac)
Word Count: 5,800
Tags/Warnings: Mutual pining, fluff, first encounters and first dates
Part 3: “Got a Hold on Me”
Your gaze drew a path onwards, eventually reaching the other end of the bar.
There you caught sight of red flannel over a black undershirt, familiar broad shoulders, and an even more familiar face. Your eyes widened a fraction as his met yours, gleaming with recognition…and interest.
That slow smile of his was familiar too. It made a lance of heat run down your spine. You gripped the counter, mostly to steady yourself as you let out a breath.
Lieutenant Winchester.
You couldn’t help but smile back as you met the man’s gaze across the bar.
You recognized his bearded friend, Benny, who leaned over and said something to Dean. You couldn’t hear him, of course, but maybe he was asking a question. Because Dean nodded and said something in reply before he picked up his glass of what looked like whiskey. And he smoothly got up out of his seat.
Anticipation and nerves coiled together in your lower belly. You turned to your friend, who was already sipping at her vodka cranberry.
“Dre, help me,” you pleaded.
Andréa discreetly followed the path of your gaze, and her brows raised. A smirk curved her lips.
“Oh, babe. You need to help yourself,” she replied.
“I haven’t done that in a while,” you admitted. Your dating life had been sorely lacking, between the demands of your job and taking care of things at home. “I’m gonna say something demented.”
Andréa huffed in amusement.
“So? That’s half the fun,” she said. A smile curved her lips. “I think I’m going to go play some pool.”
And with that, your friend abandoned you. She slid off her seat and patted your ass on her way over to one of the pool tables. You watched her go with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.
“There you go, hun,” said Jo. She slid your drink in front of you. It came in a deep round glass on a stem, with a straw on the side.
“Thanks,” you replied.
You opened the straw and took a small sip to steady yourself, as you saw Dean coming out of the corner of your eye.
You even pretended not to notice the handsome man sliding into the seat next to you. His elbows rested on the counter next to yours, and you finally glanced over at him.
“Can I help you, sir?” you asked. A coquettish smile played at your lips, but you even surprised yourself with your smooth delivery. Inside, you had butterflies.
You didn’t notice the way Jo’s gaze lingered on you and Dean, a frown marring her features. Though she soon moved on to another patron.
And Dean’s attention was solely on you. He gave you a handsome smile, full of charm. You gave him expectant brows.
“Well, we’ll see. I’ve got a question for you,” he said.
You indulged him with a nod. “Okay. What’s your question, Lieutenant?”
“Why Girl Scout cookies?” he asked, speaking of the baked goods you’d brought by the firehouse yesterday. “I mean, we’ve gotten cakes, muffins, Krispy Kreme donuts. But I gotta say, we’ve never gotten some bakery-style Trefoils.”
Your smile brightened a bit.
“Who doesn’t like ‘em?” you asked. “I mean, you can walk by their table and be all coy and pretend you’re not going to buy anything, but then you walk away with half a dozen boxes of Thin Mints.”
Dean chuckled, and you enjoyed the way it crinkled the corners of his eyes.
“Or is that just me?” you added, and once again sipped at your drink.
Meanwhile, Andréa felt a hot gaze on her as she set up the cue balls on the pool table. She allowed it with a subtle smile. If it was the same one she’d crossed paths with earlier when she walked in with you, then she didn’t mind.
She was, however, getting impatient.
“Mind if I join you?”
The pleasant drawl of the man’s voice licked up her spine. When she glanced over her shoulder, her smile widened a fraction. Finally.
“For a game?” she asked. She straightened, brushing a smooth wave of dark hair off her shoulder.
And she turned to meet the bearded man standing casually behind her, resting his glass on the edge of the pool table. The gray of his rolled up, buttoned-down shirt brought out the vivid blue of his eyes. But even though he was tall and broad, he didn’t seem intimidating.
“To start with,” he said. His lips quirked at a smile. “But first, I think it’d be a damn shame if I didn’t ask for your name.”
Andréa’s head tipped to one side as she considered him. She picked up the second pool stick and handed it to him.
“Are you going to ask?” she replied. Her fingers curled around her own stick as she leaned a hip against the table.
It made him smile. Those eyes of his considered her dress, an earthy green that brought out the hazel in her eyes, warm against her tan skin. But he lingered on her face, full lips and long, dark lashes.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked.
“Andréa,” she answered, and gestured to the pyramid of cue balls. “I’ll even let you go first, if I get your name.”
His smile deepened, and he leaned over beside her to line up his shot. He glanced over and found the challenge in her eyes was more than welcome.
“I’m Benny,” he said. He took the shot without looking at his target, breaking the pyramid and scattering cue balls across the table.
Back at the bar, your drink and your conversation were both bringing a pleasant buzz to your brain. You nodded along with the music when “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie replaced Boston.
“You’re liftin’ me up,” she sang through the speakers. “Never let me down…and I smile whenever you’re around.”
Dean glanced at you with a small grin, shaking his head.
You couldn’t help but smile back. “What?”
“Nothin’,” he said. “I just didn’t expect to see someone like you here.”
Your brows furrowed. “Someone like me?”
He caught the look on your face, and his turned apologetic.
“Nah, I just mean…this doesn’t seem like your usual vibe,” he said.
You weren’t quite sure how to take that, but you eventually shrugged.
“To be honest, I don’t go out all that much,” you replied. “I like it here though. Good music, good drinks—”
“And good company, I hope,” Dean added in. You allowed that with a smile.
All the while, Christine kept singing.
“I’ve been down. I’ve been used. Now I know, I know, I know, I just can’t lose…”
“So did you guys like the cookies? Or did the Girl Scout thing put you off,” you teased. Dean’s lips quirked.
“Sweetheart, those delectables were gone by end of shift. I’m talking that afternoon. They were easily some of the best cookies I’ve ever tasted…I’m serious,” he said, when you became a bit bashful, and maybe disbelieving.
“I’m tellin’ you, if you had your own bakery, I’d be lining up every damn day,” he said. He then sent you a playfully suspicious look. “Matter of fact, you didn’t just buy those, did you?”
Your smiled warmed as you considered your half-empty glass. Your fingers traced the rim.
“Well, don’t laugh but…I actually went to culinary school,” you said. Dean’s brows rose high at the confession.
“Why would I laugh about that? That’s awesome!” he said. “Why didn’t you become a chef or something?”
Your gaze drifted downwards. “Well…let’s just say, life got in the way.”
His face dimmed a little at that. But you noticed, and you tried to perk up.
“So yes, sir. I baked all five dozen of those cookies with my own two hands,” you said more cheerfully. You raised waving fingers. “I’ve got the burns to prove it.”
You’d actually made a rookie move, trying to move one of the trays before it had sufficiently cooled down. It was bad enough that you had to apply some aloe last night.
Dean made a show of furrowing his brows, with playful concern.
“Let me see,” he said. He straightened in his seat, acting more “Lieutenant Winchester” as he took your hands and examined your palms and fingers. You blushed, and you bit your lip against a smile as his larger hands handled yours with care.
He did notice the redness on your fingertips, and part of your right palm. He glanced up at you.
“Do they hurt?” he asked.
You blinked at the genuine note in his question.
“Oh, not really,” you said. But you smiled at the fractional raise of his brows. “Well, maybe they still sting a bit, but it’s nothing. I had worse in school, believe me.”
Dean hummed as he considered your hands. Your face heated up further as you tried to get a read on what he was thinking. Was he about to do the cheesy thing and kiss it better? (Though you probably wouldn’t mind, even if he did.)
Instead, Dean reached into his own glass and grabbed an ice cube. After shaking off some excess water droplets, he moved the ice against the pads of your fingers, then down the fading red mark on your palm.
“That feel better?” he asked.
If possible, your blush intensified as your insides warmed and melted like hot butter. It was a sweet, and seemingly earnest gesture that plucked at your heartstrings.
And that was how Dean Winchester got your number before “Got a Hold on Me” ended.
Andréa was still chatting away at the bar with Benny by the time you decided to call it a night. She understood why you wanted to get home, to check on your grandfather.
You saw a bit of disappointment in Dean’s eyes when you said you needed to go, but he graciously offered to walk you to your car. It was pretty late, after all, and you had more than one reason to agree as he stepped out with you into the night.
You didn’t know if it was the evening chill, or his presence burning beside you that made a small shiver run through you. But once the two of you reached your car, you hesitated and looked up at Dean. You realized that you were reluctant to end this, whatever it was.
He quirked a smile down at you and tucked a wily strand of hair behind your ear.
“It was good to see you,” he said.
“Likewise, Lieutenant,” you replied, with a teasing gleam in your eyes. His were drawn to your face, lowering to your lips.
“Can I see you again?” he asked.
Again, your face warmed. “I think I’d be okay with that.”
His smile grew with his huff of amusement.
“Okay, how about I pick you up tomorrow night?” he offered. “That’s, uh…if you don’t got any plans.”
Your heart was hammering in your chest. Play it cool, for the love of God. Just say yes.
You didn’t usually agree to let a man pick you up on the first date, but something about Dean felt intrinsically trustworthy. Maybe it was the fact that he’d already saved you once this week.
“Sure,” you agreed, sounding more casual than you felt. “What did you have in mind?”
Dean considered that with a thoughtful look.
“Tell you what, let me take you to dinner. Somewhere nice,” he said. His hand raised to thumb at your warm cheek. He couldn’t see your blush, but you were sure he could feel it.
“I like dinner,” you admitted. Though you immediately wanted to slap yourself. Idiot!
Dean just laughed, and your blush turned to one of embarrassment.
“All right. Something we can agree on,” he said in amusement. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Get home safe, okay, sweetheart?”
You nodded, though you paused, looking up at the indecision on his face. His gaze roamed your face, once again falling to your lips. Nervousness trilled down your spine, though you didn’t know why.
Maybe you were just a coward, but you didn’t wait for him to decide. You just gave him one last smile before you turned from him, unlocking your car with a press of a button on your keys.
“Well, goodnight,” you told him. “See you tomorrow.”
He nodded, stepping back from you. “See you soon.”
Well, it was tomorrow. And you were trying not to freak the hell out.
“That’s it,” Andréa said. “That’s the one.”
You had her on FaceTime, with your phone propped up on your dresser as you raided your closet.
Your hair was pinned up, your makeup done, and now, she’d helped you find the right outfit—a dress in vibrant emerald green that hugged your curves and fell to about mid-thigh. You smoothed out the straps and twisted to see yourself in the mirror.
“Why’re you frowning. This is perfect!” Andréa said.
“I just…” You sighed, once again trying to tug up the neckline. It was a bit lower than you preferred, but if you remembered right, your friend had encouraged this purchase a while back.
“It isn’t too much, is it?” you asked.
“Not for a first date with a smokin’ hot firefighter, mind the pun,” Andréa teased. “You’re a knockout, babe. He won’t be able to pick up his tongue off the floor…but I’m sure you can find a place for him to put it.”
You spluttered laughing, even after you made a scandalized sound. “You’re ridiculous.”
Still, you knew you could always count on Andréa to hype you up. You appreciated that about her; she was confident without being petty or prideful. And while she never begrudged you for your more cautious approach to things, she did try to get you out of your comfortable shell when you needed it. This, apparently, was one of those times.
You chose a pair of black suede heels Dean hadn’t seen before, along with a few spritzes of perfume in strategic locations on your body.
“Okay, Dean’s supposed to get here at 8:00. Until then, regale me with more about your night with Captain Benjamin Lafitte,” you said, drawing out each word of the man’s name with a suggestive flourish.
Andréa gave a dreamy sigh. She smiled as she sat back against her headboard in bed.
“He was just so…” she trailed, like she was sorting through a collection of memories, savoring each one, all while trying to find a way to distill it all into a simple sentence. She had an artist’s mind, and so tended to romanticize. But you enjoyed the way she spun her stories.
“Earthy, and real, while still being charming,” she said. “I’m pretty sure he let me win the pool game. Which ordinarily would annoy the shit out of me, but when he offered to buy me another drink, I couldn’t say no, and…we talked until the bar closed.”
“Wow.” Your eyes widened as you made the finishing touches on your clipped up hair.
“Right? I’ve never had an experience like that with a perfect stranger,” she said. “I think…I think it was like, one of those connections you hear about, see on TV but never think it happens in real life. I’ll tell you, when we walked into the bar, his eyes were the first thing I saw. And they were the last thing I remember from that night, after he kissed me goodnight…well, more like made out against my car, but you get the idea.”
She smiled as her face became lost in thought. Meanwhile, you tried not to be envious that she’d had more courage than you.
“Are you going to see him again soon?” you asked. Andréa seemed to come back down to Earth at the question, meeting your gaze.
“I think so,” she said. “We’re trying to plan something for next week. He’s also a construction contractor.”
You nodded. “Yeah, Dean was telling me that a lot of them have part-time jobs when they’re not on shift.”
“Does he do anything on the side?” she asked.
“If I remember right, he said he fixes cars sometimes, but I’m not sure if he’s a certified mechanic,” you replied.
“Well, maybe he can spruce up your old-ass Toyota Camry. How long have you had that thing?” she asked.
You scoffed. “Since college. And it was old then, since I got it used…I think I’ve racked up about 200,000 miles on it.”
Andréa grimaced. “Oh God. You really need a new car, before that thing breaks down on you.”
“That’s what I keep tellin’ her,” said Grandpa George. He appeared in the doorway with a mug of tea. He waved at Andréa on your phone screen. “Hey there, sweetheart.”
“Hey, George. What’re your plans this evening? Go-karting or roller blading?” she teased with a grin.
George matched it with a hearty laugh. Andréa was his favorite.
“Well, I think I’ll start at the roller disco and see where my heart takes me,” he replied. Though he had fond stars in his eyes, and you smiled, knowing what memory he was about to recall.
“Ah, my wife and I met at one of those cheesy-ass places in the ‘70s,” he said. “She was a regular there, had the knee-high socks, the shiny skirt, her long hair whipping around like a rope… I remember she skated past me and knocked me clean onto my ass. I watched her skate away, that little skirt swishing. I think I was half in love right there.”
Your heart twinged, both for yourself and for him, as you could see the sting of melancholy in his eyes. Your grandmother had passed away a few years ago, but it was still deeply painful for both of you.
George shook his head, as if clearing the ghosts of memory from his mind. He looked over at you with a fond smile.
“Well, don’t you look beautiful?” he said. And he reached out for your hand, playfully raising it above your head and twirling you around as you smiled. “Reminds me of when your grandma helped you get ready for the senior prom.”
You snorted at that. “You mean when she almost glued my eyes shut, trying to get those fake lashes on?”
You’d rather pluck out your own eyes than have to ever again go through the “de-gluing process,” as she’d called it.
“It’s a shame we don’t have any pictures of you that night,” George considered. A knowing smile crossed his face. “You looked adorable.”
“I looked like I had a wonky eye,” you retorted. “Why do you think I burned all the evidence?”
Andréa tried not to, but she chortled at your expense. You shot her a narrowed look.
“Careful,” she teased. “Don’t strain yourself, Wonky. You’ve got a better night than prom ahead of you.”
“Speaking of, when’s that boy supposed to pick you up?” George asked.
You let out a breath, slightly nervous as you checked the time on your phone.
“In about ten minutes.”
“Okay, for the third time,” Sam said, trying his best to be patient. He sat on Dean’s bed while the man stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He was debating the age-old question: tie, or no tie?
“Red wine goes with red meat. White wine goes with chicken and fish,” Sam reminded him. “If you get red, you want to order a bottle of merlot. It’s full bodied without being dry as hell.”
“Yeah, merlot with meat. Got it,” Dean nodded. “What’s white again?”
“Everything else,” Sam said, once again. “If you order white, I’d say go with a pinot grigio. It’s light, can be dry or can be fruity. It all depends on personal preference, but I really like—”
“Well, I’m probably getting steak, so no to pinot,” Dean said. He finally decided on no tie, just a black suit jacket over the dark blue shirt, with a couple of buttons left open at the top.
Sam sighed and gestured at his brother. “And what if she wants fish? What if she hates red wine?”
Dean frowned. “Right. Okay. Pinot or merlot, got it.”
“Always ask to try it first,” Sam added. “Or here’s a thought. You could just be yourself. Order a beer and let her get whatever she wants.”
His frown deepening, Dean shook his head and left his bathroom. He crossed his bedroom to find his shoes—the nice black ones he only wore for weddings and funerals.
“Nah. This girl’s classy, Sam. Can’t half-ass this,” he said. A bit of unease coiled in his stomach, but he tried his best to ignore it.
He couldn’t remember the last time he got nervous to meet a girl…maybe because he hadn’t gone out on an actual “dinner and conversation” date in a while.
Or at least, he didn’t think he could count his dates as real ones.
“You’ll be fine,” Sam said. He could see plainly what his brother didn’t want to admit, only because they knew each other so well.
Dean glanced over at Sam and flickered at a smile. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and didn’t think he was missing anything…
“Dean,” Sam said. He nodded over at the bundle on the dresser. Dean reached for it and shot his brother a wink.
“Hold the fort, Sammy.”
His car rumbled to a stop in front of your house just a few minutes late. Dean took a moment to admire the nice-looking beige house with its dark trim, old but still in good condition. And he wondered if you had roommates, or if you lived alone. Maybe you even owned this place.
He wasn’t sure, as he could only see one car in the driveway (your car, he recognized). He knew he’d need about two or three other roommates to be able to afford this two-story house.
He straightened his collar and blew out a breath. Get it together, asshole. You’re going on a date, not running into a burning building.
Funny, he’d probably be less nervous with the latter.
You’re not nervous, he reminded himself. You like her, that’s all…yeah.
Rolling his eyes at himself, Dean turned off the car and grabbed his key out of the ignition on his way out. He walked up the red brick path up to the porch and knocked on your door.
His pulse picked up a bit when he heard a pair of heels approaching the door. Soon enough, it opened, and Dean was greeted with a sight. Namely your face, and a smile spreading across it.
Beautiful, he couldn’t help but think, as his gaze dipped to take in the rest of you. He liked the color of your pretty green dress, the soft and classy makeup, the goddamn sexy heels, and the way your hair was pinned up. (Even though it looked so soft, he wanted to see it loose.)
He liked it all, especially that you seemed happy to see him.
“Hey there,” you said, a little breathy, like you’d been hastening down the stairs.
Dean gave you a smile, along with the small bouquet of flowers he’d been hiding behind his back.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. His smile deepened when you uttered a gasp at the modest bundle of red tulips. “Feel like I should’a gone with something more impressive to match you. You look beautiful.”
You glanced up at him with a sweet smile, but you took the flowers and shook your head.
“No, these are gorgeous. I…can’t remember the last time someone gave me flowers,” you admitted.
It was a bit old-fashioned, but one of Dean’s earliest memories as a kid was seeing his dad come home, late from work as he so often was. But he’d stopped along the way at his mom’s favorite flower shop. He brought her red tulips rather than red roses.
Dean didn’t know why. Maybe that was her favorite flower, or maybe the roses were all out. In his memory though, his mom’s upset faded whenever she saw those flowers.
“Thank you,” you said warmly, taking Dean out of his thoughts. He flashed you a smile touched with slight embarrassment. He drew a hand through his short hair at the back of his head.
“Well, uh, are you ready?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yep! Just need to grab my purse and put these in some water.”
You welcomed him inside the house while he waited for you to find a vase. Dean took the opportunity to look around from where he stood in the hall. It looked big on the outside, but inside, it looked like a cozy family home. He took in the wood furniture, a paisley couch in the living room, family pictures on the wall and in a China cabinet rather than actual fine China.
It didn’t exactly scream high-powered saleswoman, but maybe you’d inherited it from your family. Or you were going to have it fixed up before you sold it, like some Property Brothers-type action. Or he was reading too much into it entirely, and should just focus on the fact that you’d agreed to go out with him to begin with.
Dean perked up when you returned with your purse on your shoulder and the tulips in a vase, which you set down on the living room coffee table for now. You greeted him again with smile.
“I’ll find a better place for those later, just didn’t want to keep you waiting,” you said.
“You’re good,” he said. He offered you his hand, along with a grin. “I hope you’re hungry though. I know how much you like dinner.”
You giggled, ducking your head in embarrassment. You followed him out the front door.
“If we can forget about that tipsy foot-in-mouth moment, that’d be great,” you said. Dean shook his head.
“Sorry, my mind’s like a steel trap,” he teased, even as he led you down the few steps of your porch in your heels.
“Oh, really?” Your brow raised. “Okay, I’ll remember you said that.”
Dean smirked. “Uh oh. Why do I feel like that one’s gonna bite me in the ass someday?”
“We’ll see,” you replied in amusement. “Future dinners might be on the line here.”
Your eyes widened when you finally saw his car parked behind yours in the driveway. Big and black and sleek and Chevrolet.
“Wow. That’s your car?”
Dean shot you a grin that was somehow proud without being smug.
“You like her?” he asked. He unlocked the car and even opened the passenger side door for you.
Wow again. A rare gentleman. You smiled and obliged him by climbing in.
“I think I do,” you said. Dean got in on his side after closing your door. The doors creaked and the engine rumbled when he turned the ignition. He looked over at you in a way that made your insides both flutter and melt. Anticipation and warmth.
“Think she likes you too,” he said.
Shit, what did Sam say? Dean stared down the wine menu, which may as well have been a Chinese grocery list, for all he knew.
Red was what? What the hell is a Malbec? Sounds like a kind of fish. That can’t be red wine.
He discreetly raised his gaze above the menu. You were sitting there, pretty much perfect while you looked over the appetizer menu. This was an Italian restaurant. A nice one, and a cut above Dean’s usual dining spots. Neither of you had eaten here before, but you looked vastly more comfortable than he felt.
“What sounds better to you, clams or bruschetta?” you asked. Your eyes flicked up to his thoughtfully. “You don’t strike me as a clammy kinda guy.”
A smile tugged at his lips. There was a “clam” joke in there somewhere, but he wasn’t sure you’d appreciate it.
“Bruschetta is the toast with little tomatoes, right?” he asked.
“Yep,” you nodded, but then your head tilted as you looked down at the menu again. “Or we could do meatballs. Comes with two—a ball each.”
You bit your lip over a smile, tinged with embarrassment, like you didn't realize what you were saying until you said it.
Dean smirked. Maybe your sense of humor was more in line with his than he expected.
“Well, I don’t typically go for balls, meaty or otherwise. But whatever you want, sweetheart,” he teased. Truth be told, he loved Italian meatballs, but right now, he liked your snort of amusement even more.
By the time the server, Liam, came to the table, you seemed to know what you wanted, while Dean was still looking over the wine list like it was Calculus homework.
“Would you like something to drink?” Liam asked.
Dean paused, unsure of how to respond. He glanced at you on reflex. You were waiting for him to say something, he knew. He just wasn’t sure what he could say that didn’t make him look like an idiot.
“I’ll have a glass of this Cabernet Sauvignon,” you replied to the server, and pointed out the name of the wine on the list. He nodded and wrote that down, then turned to Dean next.
“And for you, sir?” Liam asked.
Again, Dean had a conundrum.
He decided to play it safe. “I’ll have the same.”
You eyed him a moment, before you turned back to Liam.
“Can we try it first? See if we like it,” you said.
“Certainly,” he nodded. “Do you want to start with an appetizer?”
“Yes. The meatballs, please,” you replied, glancing at Dean with secret amusement. His lips hinted at a smirk.
When the server left to put in the order, you rested your elbows on the table and folded your hands under your chin.
“Something tells me you’re not big on wine,” you said.
Dean’s smile became more self-deprecating as he tapped a finger on the table.
“That obvious, huh? …Well, can’t say I didn’t try.”
“Dean Winchester.” Your head tilted as you considered him. “Are you trying to impress me?”
“Trying, maybe. Doubt I’m succeeding,” he admitted with a short laugh.
You let out a small sigh, but you didn’t look disappointed.
“I just want to get to know you,” you said. “You don’t have to woo me or anything.”
His brow rose in a subtle challenge. “What if you deserve a bit of wooing?”
You glanced down then, with a pretty blush beginning to dust your cheeks. He could still spot it in the dim lamplight, and it made him smile.
“I get what you’re saying,” he inclined his head. “I just have a feeling the guys you go out with know how to order a bottle of wine, at least.”
You met his gaze at that. Your brows drew together, and it wasn’t until that that you realized what Dean seemed to be thinking. Like you were somehow better than him, or out of his league. While that was incredibly flattering (and downright surprising), it just wasn’t true, you felt.
You’d been nervous as hell up until this point, convinced that this man’s interest was half because he’d saved you. Because really, between the cut of that jaw, that smile, and those eyes, he could have anyone. And yet, he’d noticed you.
So now, you gained enough courage to reach across the table and rest your hand over his. It earned his attention.
“Look, Dean,” you said. “You don’t know anything about the kind of guys I go out with, so why don’t you just try to get to know me, instead of being whatever you think I want?”
There was a challenge in your eyes, but your smile softened it, along with your hand in his. Dean curled his fingers around your hand, and he nodded.
“That’s fair,” he said. His thumb drew across the back of your hand as he considered what you’d said. He realized he wasn’t being fair…
“See, women tend to like the firefighter thing, until they don’t,” he said.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“Well, after a little while, it’s like the shine wears off,” Dean admitted. “Between the long, sometimes inconsistent hours, the weight of the job… It’s either too much, or not enough, you know?”
As much as that disheartened you to hear, you kind of understood what he was saying. First responders led challenging lives, and you could imagine how hard it would be to maintain relationships—from family and friends to lovers. And when he met your eyes, you had a feeling you knew what he was really saying underneath.
It’s not enough…or he’s not enough?
You frowned and squeezed his hand.
“That must make it hard to find a real connection with someone,” you said.
Dean read the look in your eyes: sympathetic, but not pitying. He appreciated that, and you right now. But he was also getting a bit embarrassed. Good job, Mr. Overshare.
He let go of your hand just to lean back in his seat and card his fingers through his hair. He blew out a breath.
“Sorry. Don’t know why I’m saying all this crap,” he said with a chuckle.
You smiled and crossed your arms on the table. “It’s not crap.”
He gave you a wry smile.
This Dean is not what I expected, you thought. He was all panty-dropping smiles and one-liners, until he wasn’t. Behold, the softie underneath.
Liam soon returned with two glasses with a sample of the wine you’d requested. Dean took his glass, but waited a moment to watch you bring yours up to your face. You inhaled first before you took an experimental sip. You smiled and hummed at the taste. It led Dean to sip his as well.
He immediately made a face at the bitter, strong taste that razed across his tastebuds. He was used to the burn of alcohol, but this was just gross.
That’s when he caught that look on your face—a small smile as you gauged his reaction.
“Refreshing,” Dean quipped. And dry as hell.
“You want a beer instead?” you asked.
“Definitely,” Dean nodded, looking up at Liam. “Heineken, if you please.”
“That I can do.” The other man quirked a smile. “And for you, miss?”
You tapped on the rim of your wine glass. “A glass of this please. Thank you.”
“Absolutely,” Liam replied. “I’ll bring those shortly.”
Dean watched you with a smile. You caught him at it and smiled back questioningly.
“What?” you asked.
He shook his head. “Nothin’.”
He liked the way you carried yourself. Smart and classy, without being a snob. Confident and sexy at times, while shy and freakin’ adorable at others…
Damn, Dean thought. He liked you. He did.
And he didn’t want to admit it, but that kind of scared him.
AN: Hohoo, so believe it or not, this is just part 1 of the first date! The rest is to come in the next chapter. But how did you like this so far?
Next Time:
You watched him curiously as he shrugged out of his jacket. He wrapped it around your shoulders, like this was some kind of Hallmark moment.
Heh. Can’t believe Meg had it right, he thought, as he caught your blush.
“Thanks,” you said softly.
“Can’t let you catch cold in this little dress,” Dean reasoned.
He gently tugged you in closer by the ends of his jacket. Once again, his gaze was drawn to your face, your eyes, and finally your lips. You still held both ice cream cones between you two, but he could be careful enough to sample something else.
He started to lean in…
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Pleaseeee part two of media relations!!!
Maybe J*s’ texts and comments to reader get brought up and Mac and Charles get all protective (maybe time skip with a mini verstappen 👀)
- 📚 @ireadthensuetheauthors
Media Relations Part Two
Max Verstappen x Reader
Genre: angst
Summary: Max and Charles get protective when Jos goes a bit to far.
Warnings: Jos Verstappen, lestappen if you squint, rough pregnancy and birth,
Notes: Reminder that I'm not a doctor :)
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Charles had mixed feelings about the whole situation. Angry that Ferrari and Redbull screwed over his sister and friend. Happy that they don’t have to pretend to be in love anymore. Sad that she moved out of his apartment and into Max’s. Now he adds confused to his list.
The two had come over to his apartment for dinner. He wanted to show his appreciation for his sister and what she'd tried to do for him regardless of if falling through.
The female, though, had been anxiously eyeing her phone screen. It had buzzed a few times against the table, but she hadn't picked it up. It looked like she was even getting farther away from it.
When she excused herself, Charles jumped on the opportunity. "Is she okay? She's been acting a bit strangley."
Max sighs and stares at her empty place at the table. "She insists everything is fine, but you and I have known her long enough to see when something is off." Max looks at Charles, and the Monegasque can see the worry on his face. "She's been eating less and has barely touched her phone. She hasn't talked to anyone outside of me or you in a while."
"Yes, I know. My mother is getting worried about her."
Both of them had come to the conclusion that it's possible she's just going through a rough patch.
~
It's crazy how things change over the course of a year. Her and Max had been flourishing. Absolutely in love.
Max had been planning on proposing. Even going to Charles to ask his blessing.
The Dutch had yet to learn that plans change on a whim. That when he found his hopefully soon to be fiance crying on the bathroom floor of his hotel room his world would be changed again.
He sets himself down onto the floor and pulls her into him.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpers, handing Max a plastic stick. Ten of them, actually.
“You’re pregnant?”
She starts sobbing again but Max feels the opposite. He’s all smiles and warmth.
It’s not shocking she’s upset. Not to him, at least. She’s been on the receiving end of hate over the last year. Someone had leaked that they were originally doing this for a contract. Another reason Max wants to marry her. Help her insecurities about the whole thing.
“There is no reason to apologize.” He kisses her head.
“Your not mad at me? What if this is another distraction?”
“Another distraction? Where did you get that idea?”
She freezes. Her chest was barely moving. “No reason - just my brain being dumb." She starts wiping her tears away, but Max moves her hands aside and does it for her.
"Marry me?"
"What?"
“Marry me, please.” It was supposed to be romantic. He’ll make it romantic eventually. But as he stares at the smile on her face and shine in her eyes, he knew he made the right choice/
“Yes.”
~
Charles was the first to know. She’d called him much more excited then when Max had found her on the floor. She had yet to tell him about the threats she’d been receiving. He had his own things to worry about, specially with the contract leak. She didn’t want to bother him with her problems.
She’s two months in and laying on the floor in Charles apartment waiting for Max to come get her. “Charlie, what if this is a bad idea?”
Charles looks up from his phone. “What is a bad idea?”
“Max, the baby, everything I’ve ever done in my life.” She sighs.
Charles rolls his eyes at her. “You used to never ask these questions. I think there is something else going on.”
“Nothing at all.”
Charles once again want to push for answers. She got better for a while. Now she’s worse again. The truth is that mental health is not a straight road and he knows that, but he wishes for nothing more then his sister to communicate with him.
~
Four months now. She’s struggling worse then she ever has been. She loves Max with every fiber of her being. Yet she can’t bring herself to tell him the vile things Jos whispers to her when he’s not around or the texts she receives whenever he catches wind of what they do in their off time.
She’s struggling with the pregnancy in and it’s only been three months. She’s had to stay with her mother while Max is traveling. The doctor keeping a close eye on her.
She didn’t want to be a problem while he’s working. Maybe that’s the reason he’s dominating right now. She’s not there to Interfere.
She knows Max loves her. It’s what she clings to daily. The reason she pulls herself together every morning despite the fans and Jos.
It’s the thought that puts her to sleep as she curls up in bed and dreams of him.
Jos leaves with a huff when he gets no response.
Is the pain supposed to be this bad? Where’s her phone? Everything is fuzzy and if she could just find someone who could help her maybe she’d be okay.
But the exhaustion hits to soon. The floor becoming her new home.
~
Seven months. She’s going to see him race seven months pregnant. It’s the last race before summer break. She wanted to see at least one race before they go on holiday.
That’s how she got herself here. Standing in hospitality with Jos Verstappen.
She needs Max. Jos had been not so subtly telling her she shouldn’t be here. She’d turned her brain off after the first paragraph.
Her water had broken after the second.
She needs Max. Or Charles. Or literally anyone at this point.
“Are you even listening to me?!” When did he get so close? She’s three months early so the stress of the situation must have cause an early labor. It doesn’t help that she’s not listening and the feeling of liquid on her leg isn’t helping.
~
“Charles! Have you seen your sister anywhere?” Max gets the Monegasque’s attention.
Charles spins on his heels to face him. “She was in the Redbull garage last time I heard from her. Have you tried hospitality?”
“No, not yet. Might be a bit stupid for that one.” He chuckles.
“Mind if I come with? She looked pale when I left her before the race.”
“Only if you’re okay with the stares.” They both laugh and chat on the way. Since the female Leclerc has become a common factor between them, they’ve grown into quite the pair themselves.
They walk leisurely together through the paddock until Max catches sight of his father. The older male stomps in their direction.
"Tell that girl of yours to be more respectful." He shoves past Max and continues his fit straight through the lines of people.
Max rolls his eyes. His fiancé hadn't hesitated to stand up to his father in the past when it came to him. She was willing to fight anyone for people she cares about. Most likely, that's what happened.
Though there is a feeling in his gut that something else is going on. He and Charles now jog to the entrance.
Why are there so many people around?
His eyes fall to the figure on the floor, and he freezes. Clueless on what to do.
"We've called an ambulance for her." Says somone in the area. He can't tell who. Everyone's voices are swimming.
Charles' hand on his shoulder shakes him from his trance. Max's body is kneeling next to her in seconds.
Charles is calling his mother. She knows everything about her recent medical history forwards and backward.
"She's in labor, I think." Says a different female.
Labor? She's three months early. His mind is reeling, and he knows he needs to get a grip.
He looks at Charles for any sort of support, but the Monegasque is ranting in reach over the phone. Charles does catch his gaze, however, sliding to the floor on the other side of her.
It feels like an eternity until the ambulance gets there. Then Max and Charles are driving to meet her there.
Of course, it's the one week they are in a different country with no family around. He'd texted Christian, the Austrian was more than understanding. He even said he can't wait to meet the mini Verstappen.
The realization hadn't sunk in that he's going to become a father here shortly. "Charles I'm going to be a dad."
"And I'm going to be an uncle. We've known this for a while, mate." Charles is smiling, but Max can see the fear behind his eyes. Passing out is never a good sign.
~
Max is brought back to her room immediately. Charles had to wait for now until she could give permission. Apperently, she'd woken up screaming for Max.
It was too late for any kind of pain medication. The labor was induced by stress. Things didn't look like they should, and Max was panicking when they told him.
They get him sanitized so he can go in the room, and he dosen't know what to do. So he does the one thing he knows how to do and holds her hand.
"Max, it hurts so much." He can see the sweat and tears in her eyes.
It's long and tiring on her end.
But the sound of her baby's cries are all worth it.
~
Charles gets to go see them hours later when she's cleaned up. She looks exhausted when he peeks in the door. The baby lays peacefully on her chest.
Max is sitting next to her, waving him in with a massive grin.
"Charlie." She whispers. "Meet Jules." A baby boy is handed over to him and he dosen't know what to do with himself.
"How are you feeling?"
"Tired and sore. Where is maman?"
"She'll be here as soon as she can." He smooths some hair out if her face.
"Charles, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" The Monegasque nods his head and hands the tiny body back to his sister.
Him and Max step outside the door, it shutting behind them with a small click.
"They said it was a stress induced labor. She suffered immensely because of it. Both her and the baby are going to need extra care for a little bit." Max explains.
Charles can hear the waiver in his voice. "Stress from what? The race ended perfectly." Charles taps his chin. His brain trying to think back.
"Do you - do you think it could have been my dad?" Max asks. Teary-eyed and exhausted, the Dutch doesn't know what else it could be.
"You don't think?-"
~
Max creeps back out of the room a second later. His lover and son asleep on the bed.
He clutches her phone in his hand. "I don't like invading her privacy."
"She's been scared of her phone for around two years now. I think we need to look for her safety and health."
Max unlocks the phone and sees a million unread messages. The majority is from an unsaved number.
Max keels over when he reads them. It's his dad's number. He'd texted his dad when the baby was delivered. He's coming to the hospital shortly to visit.
He feels idiotic. How had he not caught this sooner?
Charles helps Max back to his feet. "My dad's been sending her threats. Convincing her not to come to races. Telling her my success is better when she's not around to distract me." Saying the words out loud makes him feel sick again.
Charles takes the phone from his hands and scrolls through the messages so he disent have too. "I don't like how he calls the baby a parasite." He scrunchs up his nose in disgust.
Charles turns off the phone and grabs Max by the shoulders. "You cannot blame yourself for this. It's your dad, and you are not him. You are gentle and kind, and you've treated my sister better than I could've asked for." Max dries his eyes and nods his head.
She and his son both need him now.
~
Everything hurts. Her body feels weak and exhausted. But her mind hasn't been this elated in months.
Jules is lying on her chest. The name was something her and Charles fought over. Having then losing their godfather made them both want it. So it was decided that whoever had a child first gets the name.
Why does everything hurt so much? Charles and Max had to run back to the track to get their stuff but promised they'd be right back. That was twenty minutes ago, meaning they'll be back shortly.
When there's a knock at the door, she's surprised. Maybe her nap was longer then she thought?
Then, a familiar unfriendly face appears inside. "You had one job."
"Please get out."
"I told you to get rid of that thing." He snarls. Her mind is reeling, and the shouting wakes the baby.
She's crying as well, and his antics are doing nothing for her pain. Her heart rate was going up. She could hear it on the monitor.
She's frozen. The pain she felt from their last encounter back in full force.
She screams this time its so bad.
Max and Charles come running in the room. She didn't know how long she'd been screaming, but it was enough that people had heard.
Charles runs back out, yelling the word security.
Max's voice is fuzzy, but he's here. Her heart calmed with his presence. The beeping noise now less intense.
There are a few nurses around. One to take the baby, which makes her panic again. Another is to get her to breathe and give her something for the pain.
"You need to leave. I know what you've been doing now." Max seethes. He doesn't raise his voice, but he doesn't need to. His tone is enough to say everything and more.
They start speaking in Dutch. She can't keep up with it. She's too busy attempting to get Jules back anyway. Jos had threatened to take the baby a few times and being sperated like this with him in the room was doing nothing for her anxiety.
Charles comes back with security, who escort him out of the building. The room goes silent as he leaves.
"I told him never to speak to us again." Max is breathing heavily, and for a moment, she thinks she misheard. "I told him what he did is unforgivable, and he is never to speak to us again."
They both cry this time. The nurses leave them, and Charles is left holding Jules until the two calm down.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to ruin your relationship with him." She chokes. "I didn't want to be a hindrance for you or another problem to worry about."
All the hate she's received the past few years is not something she'd ever wish on someone. She just wants to live peacefully with her family.
"You have no reason to apologize. None of that is on you. They are jealous of you, and my dad is plain evil."
Max leans his forehead against hers. "We have our own little family now. I don't care what anyone has to say, I'm going to fight for it always."
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Ghosts: Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader
So writing this absolutely ruined me. Inspired by this ask!
Tagging: @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @wakeama @sxmmarie @librarian1002 @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist
It’s only a couple of days after the funeral and you sit alone at the piano in EZ and Jo’s bar. Your fingers play over the keys as you sit at a bench that used to occupy the both of you. You think of the empty bed at home, of Riz’s kutte still resting on the back of one of the chairs in the kitchen. For a second this morning, you convinced yourself that he had just stepped out, that he’d be back any minute, but his keys were still on the table, a reminder that the bike in the garage that will never see another rider.
The chords are melancholy, the sound haunting as it cascades through the empty bar, the only place you can find some solace because you can’t stand the house without him, and this is the only other place the two of you had music together.
You can feel him here with you in the moment as the notes reach their peak and the crescendo breaks. The well of grief hits you and the lyrics come out like a sob, choking you but you continue playing because you need to chase this feeling, this memory of him sitting alongside of you, the rings on his fingers glinting in the light as he followed your lead.
You remember that smile, the way it made you feel the first time you saw it. The anguish fills up your chest and it spills down your cheeks as you close your eyes and think of his fingertips trailing across your skin in the depths of the night, his lips caressing yours as he made love to you in the fresh sheets with the window open.
Your fingertips slip across the keys. You lose the thread of the tune, the memory fading away like a ghost that’s been exorcised. The agony of it tears through you because there’s a piece of you missing, one that can never be replaced. When you open your eyes, you stare at the empty spot along side of you and you wish you’d never let him take that trip, that you’d tried to make him stay.
It’s a futile way of thinking, you know that, but you pray for it with everything you have.
But your prayers, they’ve never been answered, and you know that God’s not going to start now so you close the lid of the piano and raise to your feet.
You know you can’t stay in Santo Padre, not without Riz.
You don’t tell anyone that you’re leaving, it isn’t until Taza turns up at the house to check up on you later that evening that anyone knows your gone.
I can’t live without him, the note reads, and it breaks his heart because he knows how this ends.
They find you a couple of days later in the freshwater pond on Riz’s land, that secret little place where the two of you skinny dipped that summer.
They bury you alongside of him, a Fleetwood Mac song playing in the background as they lower the coffin.
It’s Taza that stays, long after the funeral he stands before the grave before he presses his fingertips to his lips and places them on the headstone.
Riz and his Songbird, together once again.
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I got a bit obsessed with making mashups of JO and Käärijä songs (+WTHIE), so I'll share them all now
#also took embarrassingly long to make the covers for these#because I'm indecisive#i think the last two already got shared here#käärijä#joker out#SoundCloud#m
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this is an unconventional ship that i only just thought of but what about jo laughlin/sheriff machado for femslash february?
I’m so late 😭 If it makes any difference, the moodboard has been sitting in my drafts since you asked for it, I was hoping I’d gain inspiration for a drabble but alas 🤷🏻 ANYWAY, here is the moodboard, please forgive me 🙏🏻
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Question 2
I have a few possibilities for next edits pls someone help me decide which to do first 😭
Colton angst
Jo Berry (x Finn sort of)
Casey Boone (x Jess)
Sidney Hopper (x Steve)
Betty x Mac
Intro gifset (tbd but options include: Helena Jackson TV version, Coco Bates, Glee oc, Descendants oc, Gilmore Girls oc, Hunger Games oc, open to other ideas)
Intro moodboard (tbd but options include: Aurélia Agreste, Roxie Flores, Callisto Plinth, Gossip Girl/2021 oc, Carla Vasquez-Brice, Descendants oc, Mya Jalali, open to other ideas)
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Hi! What do you think Alex Karev’s love languages are?
my inbox is open for more head cannons and fiction ideas (X)
Alex’s love language is acts of service for sure. He always does little things for Jo like giving her a trash can in her car for her little tissues, rubbing her feet while they watch a movie, or making her favorite mac and cheese for her after she says she's had a rough day. Jo begins to anticipate certain things he does like, how he makes her coffee every morning, hands her little bags of chips while they walk down to get lunch in the cafeteria, and he puts her towel in the dryer so it’s warm for her when she gets out of the shower.
One day she texts him saying that she lost twins after a c-section and all she wants to do is cry and go to bed. Alex thinks that she should at least eat something so he makes her a box of mac and cheese and adds some extra cheddar to it. Then he warms up her favorite blanket in the dryer, gets out her favorite pajamas, and makes her a cup of tea.
When Jo gets home, she's already got tears streaming down her face. Alex takes her bag and her coat and hangs both of them up as Jo goes to the bathroom. She sees that he's left out all her skin care products laid out in order and her pajamas are sitting there next to them. When she comes back out he presents her with her warm blanket. She just falls apart and cries as he wraps her up and holds her. Alex picks her up and carries her to bed as she cries in his arms. He holds her and rubs her back as she cries.
Once the tears have dried up, he presents her with the mac and cheese and she eats a whole bowl of it and sips on the tea as well before she crawls into his arms and falls asleep. The next morning, Jo wakes up in his arms as he presents her with her coffee and tells her she has the day off. Jo just looks at him and thanks him for everything before kissing him.
#jo wilson#alex karev#jo karev#jolex#grey's anatomy#otp: home and heart#my headcanons#my work#my writing
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a complete boycott list in alphabetical order
a complete list of companies / brands / franchises to boycott in support of palestine that i have been working on putting together for a while now.
remember to support your local businesses
stand with palestine against genocide
(Food & Beverages)
A
Activia
Acqua Panna
Akmina
Absolute Vodka
Algida
A&W
Aquafina
Alpro
Actimel
B
Burger King
Baskin Robbins
Ben & Jerry's
Bugles
Betty Crocker
Badoit
Becel
C
Coca Cola
Costa Coffee
Cadbury
Cheerios
Cheetos
Campbells
Calve
Cappy
Chiquita
D
Dominos
Dasani
Dunkin' Donuts
Doritos
Dr Pepper
Danone
Dolcela
Damla
Dogadan
E
Evian
Eden
F
Fanta
Frito-lay
Fruit by the Foot Roll Ups
Falim
Fresca
G
Gatorade
Greggs
H
Hardees
Haagen Dazs
Heinz Ketchup
Hershey's
Hard Rock Cafe
Heinz
I
Innocent
Israeli Fruits & Vegetables
J
Jacob's
Jaffa
K
KitKat
KFC
Kbueno
Kraft Mac & Cheese
Kellogg's
Kraft
L
Lipton
Lays
M
McDonald's
Mars
Marks & Spencers
Maggi
Marila
Monster
Mountain Dew
Mehadrin
Minute Maid
Milk Bar
M&M's
Magnum Ice Cream
Milka Chocolates
N
Nestle
Nestle Cereals
Nescafe
Nesquik
Nespresso
Nido
Nutella
Nature Valley
Nestle Milo
Nestle Carnation
Nestle Coffee Mate
Nestle Nestum
Nimbooz
Nestea
O
Orea
Original Shredded Wheat
P
Papa John's
Pepsi
Pringles
Pizza Hut
Perrier
Pillsbury
Popeyes
Pretty a Manager
Pure Life
Powerade
Popup Bagels
Q
Quality Street
Quaker
R
Redbull
Ruffles
S
Starbucks
Subway
Smartwater
Sweetgreen
Snickers
Sprite
Sabra
Sunkist
Strauss
Smarties
S.pellegrino
Schweppes
Sana
Sirma
Sara Lee
T
Toblerone
Tang
Twix
Tesco
Tropicana
U
V
Vittle
Volvic
W
Wall's
Walmart
Walkers
Wrigley's
X
Y
Z
7Up
(Clothing)
A
America Eagle
Adidas
Alo
Adina Eden Jewelry
B
C
Converse
Calvin Klein
Cat
Castro
D
Drew
Diesel
E
F
G
Good American
GAP
H
H&M
I
J
K
Kamili
L
Levi's
Lumberjack
M
Mango
N
Nike
O
Oasis
P
Puma
Q
R
River Island
S
Skims
Skinny Dip
St. Mark
Style Nadia
T
Timberland
U
V
Victoria's Secret
Vakko
W
We Wore That
Wyeth
X
Y
Z
Zara
(Beauty)
A
Aveda
Amika
Avon
Aussie
Aveeno
Always
Aesop
Ahava
B
Bobbi Brown
Blistex
Bath & Body Works
Britney Spears Fragrance
Becca
Biotherm
Beauty Blender
C
Clinique
Covergirl
Colgate
Calgon
Camay
CeraVe
Christina Aguilera Perfumes
Clean & Clear
Crest
CND
Cacharel
D
Dr. Jart+
Dove
Dettol
Darphin Paris
Dark & Lovely
E
Essie
Elidor
F
Fenty Beauty
Fair & Lovely
G
Garnier
Gillette
Glam Glow
H
Honest Beauty
Haci Sakir
Herbal Essences
Head & Shoulders
Hugo Boss
I
J
Jo Malone
Johnson & Johnsom
K
Kerastase
Kiehl's
Kylie Cosmetics
Kylie Skin
Kotex
L
L'Oreal
Lacome
La Roche-Posey
Lifebuoy
Lux
Lubiderm
M
Maybelline
MAC
Moroccan Oil
Maui
Matrix
Max Factor
N
Nyx
Neutrogena
Nivea
Nature's Beauty
Niely
O
Olay
Origins
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Applejack's children [MLP NextGen PolyVerse]
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- Autumn Blaze x Applejack x Coloratura -
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Cloudberry Jam
- Kolmikon vanhin poika (biologisesti Applejackin ja Autumn Blazen)
- Puoliksi kirin ja puoliksi poni (suuri sarvi ja vahva taikuus)
- Berry on varsin kookas poniksi, mutta massiivinen kirinien mittapuulla sillä nämä ovat yleensä varsin siroja.
- Berryn sarvi kasvoin varhain täyteen mittaansa ja vaikka varsa olikin ikäisekseen suuri kokoinen hänellä oli muutaman vuoden ajan vaikeuksia tasapainonsa ja pään pystyssä pitämisen kanssa - jopa siinä määrin, että hänen vanhempansa harkitsivat jopa sarven viilaamista pienemmäksi, mikä olisi Berryn ikäväksi viivästyttänyt tämän taikuuden kehitystä.
- Berry on rento ja rauhallinen, eikä herkästi stressaannu pienistä asiosta - tuleekin tämän tähden erittäin hyvin toimeen enonsa kanssa, hän ja Big Mac saattavat viettää tunteja työskennellen farmilla leppoisassa hiljaisuudessa - kenenkään ei tarvitse sanoa sanaakaan.
- Kaksosiin Berryllä on hyvät välit - kaikki kolem nauttivat farmin töistä ja haluavat pyörittää tilaa yhdessä, kun Applejack ei enää siihen kykene. Heidän äideillään on kansioittain kuvia jo teininä valtavan kokoisesta Berrystä kantelemassa pikkuruisia sisariaan mukanaan paikasta toiseen.
- Night Choiriin Berry välit ovat hieman kireämmät. Eivät tarkoituksella, mutta heidän on vaikea löytää mitään yhteistä. Berry oli jo aikuinen Choirin synnyttyä joten heidän ikäeronsa on varsin suuri. Berry myös nauttii kovasti luonnosta, fyysisestä tekemisestä ja farmin hoitamisesta, kun taas Choir astelee enemmän Coloraturan jälkiä ja enemmän mieltynyt musiikkiin ja taiteeseen. Yksin kertaisesti veljesten välit eivät ole "huonot", mutta jos he jäävät kahdestaan tilan täyttää vaivaantunut hiljaisuus, sillä kummallakaan ei ole mitään sanottavaa.
- Berry deittailee Ice Crystalia (Rarityn vanhinta poikaa)
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Green Rose & Snow Rose
- Kolmikon keskimmäiset lapset - kaksoset (biologisesti Autumn Blazen ja Coloraturan)
- Puoliksi kirinejä ja puoliksi poneja (pienemmät sarvet kuin iso veljellään, vähemmän taikuutta kuin kirineillä keskimäärin)
- Kaksoset ovat villi tapaus, aina menossa ja vauhdissa. Vaikka kumpikin ovat päätäpahkaa aina siellä missä tapahtuu, Green Rose on veljeään huomattavasti uteliaampi ja rohkeampi ja ottaakin täten yleensä johtajan roolin kaksikon menossa - Snow Rose seuraa siskoaan mielellään, sillä tämä löytää aina parhaat kujeet. Tykkäävät auttaa farmin töissä, mutta tylsistyvät varsin helposti ja keksivätkin usein pelejä ja kilpailuja saadakseen tekemisestä hauskempaa.
- Kaksoset idolisoivat vanhempaa veljeään ja roikkuivatkin kirjaimellisesti tämän jaloissa ihan teini-ikään asti. Choiriin kaksikon suhde on hieman epävakaampi, samalla tavalla kuin Berry ja Choirin, kaksosten ja Choirin on vaikea löytää yhteistä säveltä vaikka heidän ikä eronsa ei ole aivan mahdottoman valtava. Green ja Snow ovat kuitenkin erittäin hyviä keksimään pelejä ja leikkejä ja nuorempana onnistuivat löytämään ainakin jotakin tekemintä keskenään plus varsinkin Green Rose on hieman kiinnostunut musiikista ja Choir opettaakin häntä soittamaan huilua, kun hänellä on aikaa, joten heidän suhteensa Choiriin on vakaammalla pohjalla, kuin heidän iso veljensä suhde.
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Night Choir
- Kolmikon nuorin poika (biologisesti Applejackin ja Coloraturan)
- Täysin maaponi.
- Choir tuli kolmikolle yllätyksenä vielä hieman vanhemmalla iällä - Applejack oli jo sillä iällä, että raskaus oli hänelle monella tapaa riski, mutta taikuus on arvaamatonta (varsinkin surullisen kirinin taikuus)
- Choir on syrjään vetäytyvä introvertti joka omistaa aikansa musiikille ja taiteelle.
- Nauttii hiljaisuudesta, mutta ironista kyllä on paras ystävä Cotton Candy Cloudin kanssa, joka on äänekäs, räväkkä ja kuin hurrikaani huoneessa. Candy kuitenkin tuntuu olevan niitä harvoja poneja jotka huomaavat, kun Choirin sosiaalinen patteri on tyhjä ja hänen pitää antaa olla rauhassa.
- Octavia Melodyn entinen tähtioppilas & nykyisin keikkaileva viulisti (soolona ja joskus erillasiten bändien ja kuorojen kanssa)
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coke or pepsi? Nearly exclusively water, but I'll go Pepsi if there's a gun to my head
disney or dreamworks? Dreamworks
coffee or tea? The black sludge is a necessity, tea I drink for pleasure
books or movies? Books!!!
windows or mac? If the question was Windows or Linux I at least would have to consider it; as is, the choice is clear
dc or marvel? I LOVE BOTH!!!!!! My shelf has more DC omnis and tps by volume tho and I LOVE LOVE LOVE Superman, so ig DC
x-box or playstation? Steam Deck
dragon age or mass effect? Neither, thank you
night owl or early riser? I wake up at 6 am on a weekend
cards or chess? Cards, ig
chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate
vans or converse? I don't wear shoes like these
Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? What.
fluff or angst? Both, angst-leaning
beach or forest? Beach
dogs or cats? I dream of cats, but wake up to a tiny ass annoyingly loud chorkie at the foot of my bed
clear skies or rain? Clear skies if I'm outside, rain when I'm inside, thank you
cooking or eating out? Eating out
spicy food or mild food? Spicy!
halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? Dziady! (Halloween)
would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Cold. I would just wear sweaters all the time
if you could have a superpower, what would it be? Shapeshifting to deal with my trans-ness would be nice, electricity manipulation if I wanted to minmax life tho
animation or live action? Animation
paragon or renegade? What.
baths or showers? Shower!
team cap or team ironman? I hate those fucking movies, but I love Cap in general. On a very basic level he's *basically* Marvel's Superman, after all (fundamentally a good person representing the simplistic idealism of a bygone era forced to operate a much more morally complex world - also, punches people)
fantasy or sci-fi? I was once a fantasy head but I read near exclusively hard sci-fi for like a year now so who even knows tbh
do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? “Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange./Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
“This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth.” Rhyth of War
“Every concert pianist knows that the surest way to ruin a performance is to be aware of what the fingers are doing. Every dancer and acrobat knows enough to let the mind go, let the body run itself. Every driver of a manual vehicle arrives at destinations with no recollection of the stops and turns and roads traveled in getting there. You are all sleepwalkers, whether climbing creative peaks or slogging through some mundane routine for the thousandth time. You are all sleepwalkers.” Blindsight (READ BLINDSIGHT)
I guess. It's all I could think of at the moment rather than all time concrete faves tho
youtube or netflix? Youtube
[REDACTED] What- What does that mean
when do you feel accomplished? Raking leaves :)
star wars or star trek? Dislike the former, didn't watch the latter
paperback books or hardcover books? I read epubs on my Pocketbook so when I buy books it's just to look good on my shelf - hardback
to live in a world without literature or without music? I could eventually get used to no music, but I cannot realistically go on without books
who was the last person to make you laugh? "Fist my bump". I just finished Project Hail May a few minutes ago, as of writing this. The author is an unfunny techbro but he has his moments
city or countryside? I live in a small ass village and I would love to move to a city
favorite chips? Lay's Oven Baked green thank you
pants or dresses? I WISH I could pull off a dress
libraries or museums? Museum!
character driven stories or plot driven stories? Character driven!
bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks!
Dream job? I cannot imagine a satisfying life under the capitalist system. I could be satisfied raking leaves and picking up trash for 8 hours a day, but we don't pay those people well! Make me do that but for a livable wage!
What gives you comfort? Blanket and no light and I'm set
what are some of your favorite song lyrics? "Lately I've taken to vacantly making repetitive movements/Mistakenly seen as improvements/Nearing perfection but wisely electing/To shun my reflection preferring instead shoe inspection/Cheese and chalk do not talk/But their eyes synchronize with a secret rhythm/Which is a way one could say that I love you for psychological reasons"
favorite ice cream flavor ever? Mint! Mint! Mint!
first fandom? Hard question! Akame ga Kill was the first thing I was super into but Yu Yu Hakusho was probably the first time I made fanart and interacted with ppl on the internet abt it. Worm is the first time I made digital art for smth and posted memes on the sub!
Your desert island band?
I'm scared of tagging people. Sorry if you hate this. Add new questions at the end if you follow up.
@larky-lark @n0brainjustvibes @clarissa39 @heyitschartic
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