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fic so good it has me wanting a man to kiss his car
careful what you wish for, dean !
Ride on, Baby !
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-` under the hood ´- turns out baby is much more than a pretty little ride. thanks to missouri's reading and a mishap with a cursed object you take form as baby ! the real girl. dean's favorite. his constant. the one damn thing he refuses to lose. but how can deanâever emotionally damaged deanâhandle you becoming flesh and blood? especially when you know every scar, every secret, every song he's ever used to keep himself together. you were never just a car. you were home.
-` shocks n struts ´- canon divergence au, mutual pining, fluff / humor, mostly lore accurate elements, sam and dean banter, mentions of john and mary winchester 4.5k words
âOh, I knew I could count on you boys,â Missouri sighs, giving each of their arms a gentle squeeze. The warm sun settles over them like a blessing, soft and golden in the aftermath of a clean hunt. Wins have been rare lately, too rare, and this one feels like breathing again. Like purpose. Dean needed this.
âAnytime you need us, weâll be there,â Dean assures, nodding. He lets Missouriâs gratitude settle into his chest, warm and quiet, easing that ache thatâs always sorta just there.
âYeah,â Sam adds with a small smile. âAnytime.â
Dean canât help itâheâs already thinking about the drive back. About slipping behind the wheel, cranking the volume up on his favorite tape. The songs he only plays when he lets himself feel⌠okay.
A soft laugh draws him back. Missouriâs turned to the Impala, one hand sliding affectionately over the gleaming black hood. Her expression shifts to that far-off look she gets when she reads an object. Like itâs whispering to her, letting her in on a secret.
Then, with a slow, knowing smile, she murmurs, âWell, Iâll be damned⌠sheâs got a soul.â
Dean blinks, scowling in confusion. âCome again?â
Missouri cuts him a sharp look. âYou heard me.â
She pats the hood. Dean can see the word lashing building up behind her steady gaze. Itâs one of the things he admires most about the woman, the natural maternal energy she carries. âSometimes, if you love something enough, if you pour enough of yourself into itâgrief, joy, rage, hopeâa little life grows there.â She shrugs, gesturing around her, âeverything reacts to human attention. But if you give enough of yourself to something⌠eventually, the wires spark.â
Dean scoffs, almost laughsâbut it dies halfway. He glances at the Impala, at the way the sunlight clings to her curves, heâd never admit it, but even as a child he felt like the car was part of the family just as Sam or Dad were.
But a soul sounds far too much like the plot of a childrenâs story book. Yes, magic is realâstrange things happen everyday in this life, but itâs never this pure. No, itâs grim. Unruly. Dean knows better than to sit in the daydream of his baby being anything more than metal and oil.
He scoffs, but thereâs no heat behind it. He doesnât believe Missouri, but this isnât a soapbox worth stepping on. âGreat. So what youâre saying is Iâve been emotionally codependent on my car and now sheâs got a soul?â
Missouri raises an eyebrow. âIâm saying you gave her more of yourself than youâve given most people.â
Those words make the blood rush to his faceâbut he shakes the feeling before it can grow roots in his mind.
Dean lets out a low whistle, giving the Impala an appreciative pat. âWell, hell. Guess that makes her the longest relationship Iâve ever had.â
âProbably the healthiest, too,â Sam mutters.
Deanâs flat expression is on his brother just as Sam starts to chuckle at his own remark, but Missouri just smiles, turning back toward her house. âYou boys drive safe,â she calls. âAnd treat her with a little more respect. Sheâs been carrying your sorry asses for your entire lives.â
Dean watches her go, then turns back to the carâto his Babyâand mutters under his breath with a grin, âDonât let that go to your head, sweetheart.â
Dean sits behind the wheel of the Impala, windows down to let the late afternoon breeze drift through. His FBI suit clings uncomfortably in the sun, but he barely noticesâtoo busy absentmindedly rolling a coin through his fingers while waiting on Sam.
This coin is the reason they're even in this dusty corner of South Dakota. Word around town is that the local underground gambling sceneâs been getting their wishes grantedâso long as theyâve got this coin in hand.
Itâs small, worn, with a faded face stamped on one side and strange markings around the edge. Dean knows it's oldâhow old, he leaves to Sam, who could probably date it down to the century and rattle off the dead guyâs name without blinking.
Dean glances at the coin, then at the dash.
He always talks to his car. Or, at the very least, thinks out loud when heâs in her. But after Missouriâs reading⌠it feels different. Like maybe, if he says the wrong thing, the Impala might answerâmaybe through a flicker of static or a song that knows too much.
âYou ever notice how this crap always looks the same?â he mutters, flipping the coin between his knuckles. âSome crusty seal, some guy whoâs been dead a thousand years, some Latin no oneâs translated since the plagueâand somehow it always gives you what you want⌠right before it screws you.â
He pauses, listening to the birds outside. Not waiting for a replyâheâs not that far gone.
âAnyway,â he sighs, settling back, âweâll salt and burn it like we always do, yada yada, save the townâand then itâs back to the road, Baby. Just you and me.â He smiles, affectionately running a hand over the steering wheel before tilting his head in thought, âwell⌠and Sammy, too.âÂ
He flicks the coin into the air a few times, watching it shoot up from his thumb and land cool against his palm. âWould be nice if these damn things made wishes come true without demanding a soul or some other evil crap.âÂ
He lets out a bitter huff, âIâd wish for what Missouri said to be true,â he sighs, âthat I could love something enough to make it real.âÂ
He scoffs at himself, rubbing a hand over his face before dropping the coin back into its pouch and tossing it onto the passenger seat like it burns. âJesus. I think the sleep deprivationâs finally caught up with me.â
He glances at the rearview mirror and raises an eyebrow at his reflection. âYou know Iâm only half crazy, right?â
Then he pushes the door open and climbs out, muttering, âIâm gonna find Sam before this gets any weirder.â
The Impala sits quiet and still behind him, her glossy black frame catching the sun. On the seat, the coinâunnoticedâbegins to glow faintly through the fabric of the pouch.
Dean finds Sam pacing outside the motel office, phone pressed to his ear, mid-rant about pagan gods and enchanted coins. Dean barely catches half of itâhis head still half in the Impala, half stuck on the strange weight the coin left behind.
ââŚand thereâs an inscription on it in Latin,â Sam says, flipping through mental notes, âwhich I think translates toââ He stops abruptly, brow furrowing. âUh⌠Dean?â
Dean lifts a brow. âYeah?â
Sam steps back a little, eyes narrowing. âWho the hell is that?â
Dean turns, following Samâs gazeâand stops cold.
Youâre leaned up against the Impala, checking your reflection in the side mirror like youâve done it a thousand times. Then you straighten, one ankle crossing over the other, arms folded neatly across your chest as you watch them. You look⌠patient. Like youâve been waiting.
Your hair glints in the sunlight, smooth and sleek like the Impalaâs body. Your nails are silver and sharp, catching the light with each twitch of your fingers. And your outfit has Deanâs brain short-circuits for half a second. A little black babydoll dress, silk blouse beneath, bold red tights, glossy Mary Janesâyou look like you just walked out of a 1960s dream.
And then your eyes glow.
Silver.
Deanâs already reaching for his gun. Because of course youâre not just some bombshell lounging against his car. Thatâd be too easy. He canât shake how weird everything has been since they left Missouriâs. Heâs not even surprised that this simple case of a cursed object has new creatures popping up in this sleepy town. His mind races with each step, not a vamp, not a werewolf, not a shifterâheâs sizing you up and hoping that whatever the hell you are, his bullets can do some damage.Â
The boys close inâscowls sharp, posture tense.
You donât flinch. Donât even blink. You just tilt your head, calm as a cat. Youâve never been on this side of those hunter-hardened stares. It almost makes you laugh, because you know them as the brothers that bicker and sing with each other within the same hour.Â
You know the fears they voice on dark backroads, when life gets too exhaustingâeven for them. The bravest boys you know.
The ones you keep safe. Everyday.Â
Dean growls, âWhat the hellââ
Because youâre their only semblance of home.Â
You hum softly, interrupting. âTook you long enough.â
Dean blinks. âWhat?â
âDo we know you?â Sam asks warily. His gentle skepticism makes you smile, you always did love how soft Sam can be. Even as a little toddler with few words in his vocabulary, heâd always find a way to ask if someone else is okay.Â
You glance between the two of them, then back at the car, back to them. âOnly for your entire lives.â
Thereâs a silent stand-off and the boys look almost dumbfounded before the horror of realization dawns on the two. You have to bite your lip to hold back your laughter. John would probably slap them upside the heads for this little mishap, and your angered soul would burn a hole in the oil line just so that heâd have to take a trip to Bobbyâs to fix it. Where the boys sprinted from the backseat and into the house, barely paying you any mind.Â
But that never bothered you when youâd catch glimpses of those smiles of theirs through the living room windows.Â
âNo way,â Dean squints.Â
âDean, what the hell did you do?â
Scoffing, Dean turns to his brother with his hands at his hips. âWhy do you immediately assume I did something?â
Your eyes bounce between the two as you let out a huff, letting your head slump back. Clearly, they need a moment. When do they not need a moment?
Samâs completely turned his attention to the side, having deemed you as not-a-threat, his anger is on Dean. âI left you with the coin. Who else would wish for his car to turn into a woman?â
âWhoa, hey,â Dean snaps, defensive. âI would never go all Geppetto on my Baby.â
Sam rolls his eyes, rubbing his brow. âUh-huh.â
Dean shifts uncomfortably. âI may have⌠briefly thought out loud about what Missouri saidâŚâ
âJesus, Dean.â
You canât help it anymore, you chuckle, light at first but it quickly devolves to a laughing fit. Dean certainly wasnât just briefly thinking out loud. At some point, maybe when he was twenty-six and it was just youâthe carâ, him and the open road, when his thoughts became a one-sided dialogue you didnât mind hearing.Â
âI wouldnât put it quite like that,â you say, gliding your hand along the Impalaâs roof like itâs still part of you. âBut it is nice to have some legs to stretch. Being the soul of a car does have its⌠limitations.â
Sam groans. âYouâve gotta be kidding me.â
The motel room smells like stale air conditioning and something vaguely lemon-scentedâand you love it.
Youâve only ever seen peaks through windows of what inside is like. Inside motel rooms, diners, Bobbyâs, Jodiâs. The list goes on, and it never really bothered you much to be outside like some car-guardsmen. But now that youâre here, with your boys, youâre not sure how you could ever be satisfied as nothing more than a pretty piece of metal ever again.Â
Your fingers skim over the fake wood nightstand, flick the chain on the lamp, pause on the cheap notepad with the motelâs name printed in faded green ink. Everything feels small. Fragile. So⌠new.
You press a finger into the mattress and marvel at the way it gives under your touch. Softer than seat foam. Bouncier, too. And the pillows? Downright insultingly fluffy.
âOkay, okayâdonât touch that,â Dean snaps, snatching the TV remote from your hand just as the screen flickers blue. He groans. âJesus. That couldâve been pay-per-view porn, Sammy. She doesnât need to see that yet!â
You grin, already buzzing with amusement from watching Dean. Seeing him through real eyes is better, much better. And so isnât making him blush. âOh,â you quip, all wide-eyed, âbut itâs fine when you stash those boob magazines in my trunk?â
Dean raises a brow, playing innocent but the color is drained from his face. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Sam, pacing with both hands buried in his hair, spins around. âDean, focus. A cursed coin turned your car into a person. We need to figure out how to reverse it beforeââ he waves a hand at youââbefore we find out what else she can do.â
You glance down at yourself, wiggling your fingers, flexing your legs. Everything feels warmâlike an engine left running on a summer night. But softer. Quieter. Human.
âUh, Sammy?â you start, gesturing to your very solid, very real form. âPretty sure Iâm just a regular-shmegular human. Got skin, a heartbeat, even blinked a few times. Just a hunch.â
Dean opens his mouth, ready with some smartass remarkâthen stops. Rubs the back of his neck like it personally offended him. âWell⌠at least sheâs got jokes.â
That earns both of you a Sam-eye roll, âNo, Dean, she has your jokes. She sounds exactly like you!â
You flash a grin, drop onto the mattress, and bounce like itâs your first carnival ride. âGuess I take after my maker.â You shoot Dean a wink. âDaddy.â
Dean chokes on air. âOkayânope. Nope. Not doing that.â
Sam exhales sharply, dragging his hands down his face. âOkay! This is officially the weirdest night of my life, so why donât weâno, actually, you two⌠stay here. Donât touch anything else.â
Dean throws a hand up, indignant. âWhat, like Iâm the one who wished my damn car into a person?â
âYou literally were holding the coin!â Sam gestures between you two. âAnd you talk to her all the time! Missouri said your emotions were tied up in her. And nowâpoof. Flesh and blood.â
You wave politely. âHi. Yes, thatâs actually exactly what got us all here.â
Sam points at you, like you're Exhibit A in a trial. âSee?!â
Dean shifts uncomfortably, jaw working like he wants to say something but canât quite figure out how. You watch him, amused.
âI wasnât wishing, okay?â Dean mutters. âLike I said, I was just⌠thinking out loud.â
âWell, next time try not to think so loudly around cursed objects,â Sam snaps. âBecause now Iâve got to figure out how to fix this before the universe does what it always does and bites us in the ass.â
You tilt your head. âSo whatâs the plan? You gonna turn me back into a car? Just shove me in reverse and hope for the best?â
Sam rubs his temples. âNo. Maybe. I donât know yet. But Iâve got a lead.â
Dean lifts a brow. âOn what?â
Sam snatches his laptop from the table and slings his bag over his shoulder. âThereâs a minor Roman godâInvictus. God of victory, the unconquered sun, immortality, wishes granted through battle or sacrificeâheâs connected to enchanted coins, especially ones like that.â He nods toward the pouch lying on the dresser like a live grenade.
âInvictus?â Dean repeats. âSounds like a cologne.â
âYeah, well, if your cologne starts rewriting reality, let me know.â
You lounge back on the bed, arms behind your head, tapping the toes of your shoes like you still canât believe these limbs are yours. âSo whatâyou think Invictus made the coin?â
âI think itâs connected,â Sam says. âThereâs a small collection of Roman relics archived at Black Hills State. Iâm going to the campus libraryâsee what I can dig up.â
âBe back by dinner?â Dean asks, hopeful. Heâs not sure how long he can stay with just you and him. Itâs too weird, and heâs conflicted between shameful excitement and fear of whatever the hell this mean for you and what you are now.Â
âDonât hold your breath.â
Dean watches Sam head for the door, then glances back at you. Youâre stretched out on the mattress now, studying the motel ceiling like it's the Sistine Chapel.
Sam pauses at the door and looks over his shoulder. âDean, seriouslyâdonât let her go anywhere.â
Dean scoffs. âSheâs a person, Sam, not a possessed toaster.â
Samâs eyes narrow. âYou wished her into existence. That makes her your responsibility.â
The door slams behind him.
A silence settles between you and Dean. You sit up slowly, cross-legged now, your head tilting.
âSoâŚâ you begin. âWhat do people do when theyâre not a car?â
Dean stares at you for a beat. Heâs not even going to think about how that sentence has probably never been said before in the history of everything. Instead, he shrugs, âEat. Sleep. Watch TV. Argue with Sam.â
âSounds kinda boring.â
He cracks a faint smile. âYeah, well. Welcome to humanity.â
Itâs unnervingly quiet to be human, there's no settling engine noises or cars wooshing past on a nearby road. The big black box Dean didnât want you looking at made noise, so you reach for the remote again.
Dean snatches it out of your hand like itâs a loaded weapon. âNope. No TV. Letâs, uh⌠letâs get food. Yeah. You eat, right?â
You blink up at him, wide-eyed. âNo clue, man. Iâve only been human for like an hour. But Iâve watched you inhale enough burgers to kill a lesser species, so Iâd love to know what thatâs about.â
Dean mutters, half under his breath, âItâs like Iâm talking to myself trapped in a smokeshow straight outta Mad Men.â
You clap him on the shoulder, breezing past toward the door. âEasy, Winchester. Try not to short-circuit. Letâs go.â
The dinerâs tile floor squeaks under your shoes as you walk in, eyes darting across the booths and barstools like a kid seeing the world for the first time. Youâre buzzing. Not with electricity like you used to, but something warmer. Quieter. You feel giddy.Â
Dean grunts as he holds the door for you. His eyes sweep the room, and he trails in behind you closer than necessary. âTry not to lick anything.â
You grin up at him. âCanât make any promises. Everything smells so⌠greasy and mysterious.â
Dean gives you a look as he heads to a booth in the back. âYou always this chatty in your head?â
You plop down across from him, tugging at the ends of your sleeves. âOnly when youâre playing AC/DC on repeat for twelve hours. A girlâs gotta entertain herself somehow.âÂ
He smirks, opening his menu. âDidnât realize I gave my car a damn personality.â
âYou gave me a soul, technically. Thatâs on you.â
Dean freezes mid-flip of the menu, jaw tightening just a little. âYeah. Guess it is. And heyâyou sayinâ you donât like my music?â
You throw your hand over your chest, fake exasperated, âI would never. I simply prefer twelve straight hours of Zeppelin, thank you very much." You know this man well enough to know his particular music taste is woven around his heart.Â
He looks up from his menu, cheeks tugging into a crooked grin, âgood answer.âÂ
You tilt your head, watching him. Feeling him out, heâs spent enough of his life with his hands wrapped around some part of you that you can sense when something is off. âYou okay?â
âPeachy,â he says, a little too breezy. âJust tryinâ to wrap my head around the fact that Iâm sitting in a diner across from my Chevy Impala, whoâs now got legs, opinions, and sass.â
You raise your hand. âDonât forget taste buds.â
âGod help us.â
The waitress swings by, popping gum and scribbling orders. You get the same thing Dean does, because it feels like the right choiceâlike muscle memory in a body thatâs never eaten before.
Once sheâs gone, you rest your elbows on the table, looking at him with a strange softness. âSo. What now? You planning to garage me? Take me for a walk? Teach me tricks?â
Dean chuckles under his breath. âYouâre a damn menace, you know that?â
You smile. âYou love it. Besides, this is weird. But we donât have to let it feel weird, yâknow? I mean, technically Iâve known you for as long as your parents have. Iâm not a stranger, Dean.â
He meets your eyes for a beat too long. âDo you remember them, my parents?âÂ
You pause, surprised he asked but not unwilling to answer. Your fingers trace idle shapes on the condensation of your water glass as you search for the right words. Youâre suddenly grateful for the background chatter and clinks of the diner. Sound, distraction, something simple that can keep you grounded for the moment. Â
âYeah,â you start softly, âI remember them.â
Dean doesnât blink. Doesnât breathe. Heâs biting down, trying to contain his expressions for whatever you might say. Itâs both pain and relief to know more about his parents before that dreadful night in November. Something he wants to know, but it always ends up feeding that ache in his chest in the long run.
âYour mom,â you smile, âshe had this laughâlight and fast, like she already knew the punchline to every joke. She used to sing to you in the backseat. Off-key, real sweet. Gosh, she was such a Mamabear, too. Nothing was gonna hurt her babies, thatâs for sure.âÂ
Your eyes flick up to meet Deanâs, and he winches at your words. They sound like a compliment, but her the manner of her death makes it feel more like an omen of how she met her end.Â
âWell, then there was your dadâŚâ you trail off, struggling for a second to recall John before he was angry John as you often thought of him. âHe was different back then. Soft. Kind. He used to talk to you like you were the best thing that ever happened to him.â
Deanâs mouth opens like wants to say somethingâbut no sound comes, so you keep going.Â
âAfter Mary, um⌠was gone, it all changed. I watched him go from this gentle giant who kept a hand on the wheel and an eye on you in the rearview mirror, to someone⌠colder. Angry. He didnât smile much. Started barking orders instead of saying good morning.â
Deanâs silent when you meet his eyes again. You take a deep breath, sitting back in your seat. Itâs a quiet passing of though between you two. He looks smaller now, like the words are breaking him down where he sits. But gently, he nods.Â
âIt was like someone flipped a switch,â you continue, âAnd I couldnât do anything about it. Couldnât stop it. And youââ you swallow the unfamiliar lump in your throat, eyes burning like salt on a rust spot, âGod, Dean, you just⌠you tried so hard to be brave. Even when you were too little to understand why everything hurt so much.âÂ
Dean just stares at you, like heâs trying to memorize the shape of your voice. Like hearing this from youâhis one constant in all that chaosâmakes it real in a way nothing else could.Â
He leans back, jaw clenched as he pinches at his eyes. âI always wondered what he was like before.â His voice is quiet, soft, and when his eyes meet yours again theres so much hurt swimming in those pretty green eyes it makes your chest hurt. âBut at least something, or someone, I guess⌠noticed me. Noticed what it was like for me.âÂ
You nod, fidgeting with the silky cuff of your sleeve, âhe did love you, Dean. That never went away. I think it just got buried under a mountain of fear. Itâs not fair⌠but I guess nothing has ever really been fair, right?âÂ
He huffs a dry laugh, nodding in agreement. A quietness settles over the table. Not entirely awkwardâjust full. Thereâs too much history, too many feelings in this conversation. So you smile, soft and small.Â
âSo⌠yeah. Iâm not a total stranger. Iâve been riding shotgun for your whole damn life.â
Your words ease a genuine laugh from Dean, and he lets it take the stress off his shoulders. âJesus, I guess so. What would I do without you?â
You shrug, already feeling the tension start to ease, âprobably be stuck breaking down every other night with a much shittier car.âÂ
The waitress swings back into the little world youâve created in this corner booth, arms full of heaping piles of grease and carbs. Your eyes grow the size of saucers as you size up the food before you.Â
âLet me know if you two need anythinâ else,â she chimes before moving onto the table next to you. Youâre still staring at the food when Dean clears his throat to get your attention.Â
âAlright, Baby,â he states, and hearing your name roll off his tongue with that serious tone of his makes your heart flutter, âletâs see what being human tastes like. And if you hate burgers, Iâm driving you straight back to that coin.âÂ
You sit up straighter, eyes wide with mock offense. âIf I hate burgers, youâre gonna re-coin me? What is this, Pimp My Ride: Eternal Damnation Edition?â
Being the soul of a car is strange, but itâs the only thing you know. One thing youâve always felt with absolute certainty was a deep fondness and love for this odd human across from you. Getting to join in on his play, his banter, is sweeter than you could have ever imagined.Â
Deanâs brow shoots up, and heâs looking just as excited to have someone join him in his bit. âIâm just saying, Baby, there are lines even I wonât cross.â
You gasp, âand here I thought unconditional love meant something to you.â
You pause, then lean in, grinning. âBesides, odds are if you like it, Iâm hardwired to like it too. Might even need my own shiny weapon to start hunting with. Iâm thinking a colt like you, but all sleek and black like my paint job.â
Dean groans, gutteral, like he didnât mean for the sound to come out. Itâs quickly fixed by the charming smile that claims his face as he chuckles. âAs hot as that sounds, Iâm not sure I trust your aim.â
âCanât be that hard, besides, Iâve got you to teach me donât I?â You wink back at him.
Deanâs shaking his head, half-laughing, but youâre not done. âJust promise me you wonât go all grumpy mechanic on me. Iâve seen what you can do with a crowbar.âÂ
His cheeks color, a bit embarrassed as he winces at the memory. It was shortly after John passed that Dean let all that pent-up anger unleash onto the battered frame of the Impala. And unbeknownst to him, onto a little hidden soul that was sharing his pain. âYeah⌠sorry about that, sweetheart."
You laugh softly and wave it off, âyou turned around and made me brand new after that. Nothing I couldnât handle.âÂ
Deanâs smile softens, and heâs looking at you like heâs really seeing you for the first time. His baby, his silent comrade. Youâve always been there when he needs you, and you always will be. Itâs up to Sam and Dean whether or not that happens in this human form, or as the beating soul of an old ride.
geeking on this one bc the silver details on reader are for the impala's silver details and she was made in '67 so helloooo 60s style fit for dean's favorite girl anyways this was fun hope y'all enjoyed it <3
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#this had me giggling and kicking my feet#i just love baby!reader#it's so interesting#đˇ roryâs fic recs!
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did well in all of my exams, had a bunch of weird creepy dreams, got called a witch and i'm currently watching coraline and writing. we're so back
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âBut heâs older than you.â
God forbid I take care of the elderly.
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youâre seconds away from being blocked (old man lover) /j i actually love you but baby this isnât you
baby my first crush was jason isaacs as captain hook, i'm afraid I've been cursed with dilf obsession since birth

#baby i'm so sorry#i like people my age too i swear#(i can name like two)#đ youâve got mail!#rory's orbit!
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saw a pretty old man on my tv and fell to my knees
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baby i'm gonna be honest with you, it's too late to look away, the things i would let these men do to me
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.
i need a non insane sounding way to explain the way i feel about old evil men using the stupid hand pin:


@mothswan baby i am FAILING YOU i'm so sorry


#lina i'm so sorry i can't help it#they're soooo#like i see these men and suddenly my clothes are gone#i'm frothing at the mouth#let's not talk about it#but like#these men show up and i do the debby ryan ear tuck#rory's orbit!
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i need a non insane sounding way to explain the way i feel about old evil men using the stupid hand pin:


@mothswan baby i am FAILING YOU i'm so sorry


#guys...#GUYS#HEAR ME OUT OK đđđ#in my defence i have a really complicated relationship with my dad#and his dad#anyway guess who's getting added to the writing list đ¤Ą#otto hightower x reader#tywin lannister x reader#house of the dragon#hotd#game of thrones#got#rory's orbit!
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hi!! iâm the same anon that requested the kwon hcs and oh my god they were SO FIRE :33 ill def req more for him again when an idea comes to mind (ËśËáËËľ)
ahhh thank you!! i was scared they were shit lmao
i'm glad you enjoyed them đđđ

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đ DATING HEADCANONS ! cobra kai.



pairing â kwon jae-sung x fem!reader. notes â this is my first time doing these and i honestly don't know if i did it right. it kinda feels incomplete? idk let me know if you like it like this. also, i wanted it to look pretty but now the format is kinda weird?? warnings â i don't think think it's very like fluffy/romantic, sorry. word count â 1568.
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
actually getting to date kwon is probably a miracle on its own, not gonna lie.
⨳ for kwon, karate is the only important thing in his life; he cares about being the best, and that's it. he doesn't like anything that can distract him from that, so if he happened to like you first, he would deny it for as long as he can. ⨳ he would probably be pissed at himself for it. he thinks couples are stupid and that he doesn't have time for that sort of thing. ⨳ as far as everyone knows, he can't stand you. he rolls his eyes every time you speak and walks away every time you're close. ⨳ definitely does the whole flirting to piss you off thing just to see how you react. smirks to himself every time you blush and tries to pass it off as more teasing if someone notices. ⨳ if you liked him first, he would kinda hate you lol. he would find it annoying and probably be a little mean about it, but if you stopped paying attention to him, he'd have to deal with the fact that he doesn't like it when you're not aroundâ and what that actually means (he's having nice feelings and he absolutely hates it đ).
no one can even imagine him dating.
⨳ once the two of you become a couple, literally no one notices because he acts exactly the same. he's still annoyed when you cheer for him, and he still ignores you. although now, these things are more out of embarrassment and awkwardness. ⨳ it takes him at least a week to do anything remotely relationship-related. ⨳ i'm sorry but you can't convince me this boy has ever dated. he will be blushing and running away from any form of human touch that doesn't come from violence. ⨳ not a fan of physical touch (again, not if it's not violent). he might let you to hold his hand. might. and only if you're alone. ⨳ if anyone finds out he's dating, they'll be surprised. even more if they find out he's dating you of all people. ⨳ don't ever think he'll go easy on you if you train together lol. will probably throw you on the ground and get all cocky about winning. ⨳ if you beat him, heâll try to look annoyed, but heâs soooo proud. hates it if you catch him, thoughâbecause that means at least half an hour of nonstop teasing. heâs walking around with you trailing behind him, going, âyou think iâm gorgeous. you wanna kiss me...â (he doesnât get the reference; he just thinks youâre being annoying.)
he's probably being considerate for the first time in his life.
⨳ he's spent most of his life being angry, so i can definitely see him losing his temper often at the beginning of the relationship, and having to actively stop himself from reacting. ⨳ he's not even mad at you, but sometimes he'll stay angry at something or someone for way too long and accidentally takes it out on you. ⨳ the first (and only) time he made you cry because of this, he went crazy. still, he doesn't trust anyone enough to ask for help, so he ends up googling relationship advice in secret. ⨳ no matter how embarrassing it feels, you're the first important person in his life, and he's not about to lose you. so, he does his research and he apologizes (and means it) for the first time in his life. ⨳ i can picture him having a secret folder in his notes app were he saves reddit threads and articles about how to have a healthy relationship. (there's a slightly emotionally unavailable part of him that thinks it's dumb and not "masculine", so you can bet this thing is locked and password protected. no one is ever finding it as long as he's alive). ⨳ kwon refuses to have you as his phone backgroundâ he doesnât want people thinking heâs whipped (he is). so he also has a secret folder full of pictures of you, most of them are taken without you knowing cause he's embarrassed. ⨳ it takes him a while to get used to all this, but he puts in the effort and tries to get better and be the boyfriend you deserve.
once he starts to get used to dating though? he's a menace.
⨳ he's jealous of everybody. if someone from the dojo even looks at you in a way he doesn't like, you can bet they'll leave practice with at least a black eye. ⨳ weird headcannon i have, but if you sit next to him and do that thing where someone places their leg on top of someone else's, i think he would hate how it feels but wouldn't say anything. ⨳ on the rare occasion you don't do that, he likes to manspread just to annoy you, he likes it when you scold him and push his knee cause he thinks you look cute when you're angry (he apologizes immediately after but he's still laughing about it). ⨳ he teases you about everythingâ think andy in parks and rec, going âbabe, you had a crush on me? thatâs so embarrassing.â ⨳ still not that big on physical touch, but if he's tired and sees you lying down, he will throw himself on top of you and fall asleep; he doesn't really care if he's crushing you. ⨳ even though he managed to get used to actually showing his emotions, i can see him being more comfortable with making out/hooking up (things that feel more sexual and less romantic), so if you give him a soft, affectionate kiss, he pretty much just stops functioning. ⨳ he'll blame it on training hard, but if you kiss him slow and grab his face while doing it? his heart definitely starts pounding.
when things start to get serious he freaks out.
⨳ he realizes he loves you and proceeds to ignore you for a week. ⨳ spends even more time training. he's even angrier than usual (somehow) and no one wants to train with him because he looks like he's about to murder someone. ⨳ if you're friends with tory, she's definitely going to threaten him for making you sad. ⨳ a part of him is pissed at her for butting into things that "aren't her business", but he's glad you have good friends to take care of you. ⨳ when he finally tells you, he tries to act nonchalant, but heâs so nervous about your reaction. probably won't make eye contact. ⨳ when you say it back he doesn't know how to react, even though he's been hoping to hear it for a while.
since he's never had a relationship he can be uncomfortable with important things
⨳ okay, we know from s6 that he doesn't actually have a family, so i feel like at first he wouldn't like the idea of meeting yours. ⨳ would probably make a lot of excuses. in the end, you have to drag him to your house. ⨳ your parents are really nice and compliment him a lot. he's super awkward all night but he tries hard to make a good first impression. ⨳ helps set the table and do the dishes. probably tried to trick you into telling him what to talk to your parents about (i say trick because he refuses to ask). ⨳ once sensei kim finds out, he really wants her to approve the relationship. he's kinda scared she'll think it'll affect his performance, even if he doesn't admit it.
overall, he's trying to do his best and slowly gets fully comfortable with everything.
⨳ he lives alone, so he had to learn how to cook for himself from a pretty young age. when you first started dating, he got mad when you implied that it turned into a hobby for him and that he was good at it, now he fully accepts it and likes to cook together, even more if you're bad at it and he gets to teach you. ⨳ if you're really into skincare, you force him to do it with you and he pretends to hate it, but every time you use a face mask you have to have one for him too. ⨳ once he's not, you know, ashamed of having normal feelings, he starts to hold your hand everywhere. gives mean looks to everyone that tries to mention it. ⨳ he loves to play with your hair. started doing it at the beginning of the relationship without noticing and got ashamed when you pointed it out, so he stopped for a while, but now he does it all the time. ⨳ grows to love long hugs and cuddling, especially when it's cold. will force you to lie down on top of him during movie nights and complains if you get up. ⨳ he also loves it when you wear his hoodies, especially when it's in front of people who know those are his clothes, he probably likes it cause he feels like you're showing them you belong to him lol. ⨳ he doesn't mind how you dress, definitely the "my girl can wear whatever she wants cause i know how to fight" kind of guy. ⨳ if you make him go shopping with you, he acts like he hates it and complains about having to carry your stuff, but in reality, he loves getting to see you try on pretty things and showing them off to him. tried to convince you to make out in a changing room at least five times.
#đ requested!#kwon jae sung x reader#kwon x reader#kwon jae sung x you#kwon jae sung#kwon cobra kai#cobra kai#kwonjaesung.txt
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hi! i saw that your requests are open and i was wondering if you could write kwon (cobra kai) dating hcs? take your time, tysm <3
i wanna post this but tumblrkeeps fucking over the photos and the read more iâ
that's fineđ
i am about to punch my computer :)
anyway, it's posted here.
#i'm so close to punching it i'm serious#kwon x reader#kwon jae sung x reader#đ youâve got mail!#rory's orbit!
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i have feelings for jim halpert i wasn't familiar with until indy showed up
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MINORS DNI 18+


JIM HALPERT doesnât go for brats, but he canât resist a pair of doe eyes. you donât whine and cry for what you want, you explain it so innocently while your pretty gaze looks up at him n bats your long lashes. itâs so subtle. he thinks to himself, what a little master manipulator you are⌠while his canine bites into his lower lip instinctively in a crooked grin. you donât stomp your feet or hold your breath, no no, you have this perfect move he just canât refuse. big, wide, n glossy like moonlight reflecting in a stream, you paint him some picture with your words as you use your height to your advantage n peer up at him. small voice staying low and steady, reminding him of how you whispered in his ear last night. âbut, jim, you donât understandâŚâ you begin loftily, and he knows heâs in for it. heâs about to be taken for a ride and heâs not gonna regret it. he doesnât let you finish, has an out-of-body experience as he hears himself speak: âletâs take a walk.â he tells you, offering his big hand for you to take. this didnât start out as foreplay, but he sure shows you how cute he thinks you are in the privacy of the stairwell. right before he gives in to all your demands, spoken in that wistful little tune you expel when heâs pushing into you under your skirt for some workplace r&r.
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you can BET this photo will be used on the fic

I lowkey despise the fact heâs in the US but HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!
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CHARACTER LIST !
â here is a list of characters/shows i write for, but feel free to request from people or shows not included.
back to navigation. masterlist. guidelines. works in progress.
house of the dragon.
jacaerys velaryon, aemond targaryen, cregan stark, otto hightower.
cobra kai.
daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, chozen toguchi, sensei wolf, miguel diaz, eli moscowitz, tory nichols, samantha larusso, kwon jae-sung, yoon do-jin.
squid game.
hwang in-ho (the frontman/player 001), cho sang-woo (player 218), thanos (player 230).
misc.
roronoa zoro (one piece), ethan landry (scream), luke patterson (julie and the phantoms), kaz brekker (shadow and bone), chris schistad (skam), rafe cameron (outer banks), finnick odair (the hunger games), jim halpert (the office), eric northman (true blood), tywin lannister (game of thrones), jensen ackles characters, james spader characters, mads mikkelsen characters.
REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN â you can request here!
#jacaerys velaryon x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#cregan stark x reader#otto hightower x reader#daniel larusso x reader#johnny lawrence x reader#chozen toguchi x reader#sensei wolf x reader#miguel diaz x reader#eli moskowitz x reader#tory nichols x reader#samantha larusso x reader#kwon jae sung x reader#yoon do jin x reader#hwang in ho x reader#cho sang woo x reader#choi su bong x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#ethan landry x reader#luke patterson x reader#kaz brekker x reader#chris schistad x reader#rafe cameron x reader#finnick odair x reader#jim halpert x reader#eric northman x reader#tywin lannister x reader#jensen ackles#james spader#mads mikkelsen
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GUYS I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA
#a miracle truly#i might be in my rom com era idk#but this is screaming something at me#and that something is modern aemond đ#aemond targaryen x reader#đĽ rory shares!
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