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I do writing prompts, mostly kink prompts, all my writing is under #drafts or on my ao3, I'm aspec and if I focus on the entire wrong thing in my smut that's because I'm a Tumblr writer and also I am slightly confused by a lot of attraction. This will not stop me from trying to write smut constantly!

If I can't answer your ask with a ficlet I'll just answer it with a long rambling tangent about character analysis, if you ask me abt the lore behind any of my ficlets I will kiss you on the mouth, also i write slow because I'm unmedicated so please be gentle with my corpse

SEE YOU!!!

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rereading your posts cause I love em

what about that Soostan prison Drabble? what did the poor baby do to wind up in there? And why in the same prison as Stan? Was he around Oregan?

He got 5 years for buying & selling pirated movies and video games as a side hustle, and he was down in New Mexico to deliver (no one in gravity falls is a narc). He's been in there for 4 years tho so he's really starting to worry about leaving Stan

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have a happy Thursday off/Thanksgiving if you celebrate!

Thank you! I had thanksgiving last month sadly BUT the thanksgiving memes from the Americans are top tier and I wish everyone a merry PUT THAT FROZEN TURKEY IN A POT OF BOILING OIL NOTHING WRONG CAN HAPPEN WITH PUTTING YOUR FROZEN TURKEY IN A POT OF BOILING OIL THE BOILING OIL IS HUNGRY AND IT WANTS YOUR FROZEN TURKEY

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OCD Fiddleford McGucket: I'm gon' go spit shine m'self in that there river 'gain lest I get got by the creatures tryin' to get into this here dimension

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Soos ever try to adopt Stan? Talk to him about or even just personally consider it?

or is it so different bc he doesn’t want a son he wants a lover?

Soos is about the only one that hasn't thought abt it, Stan was upfront about why he needed his future millions and Soos does care about him but he knows he's got a dad (even a bad one) and hasn't fathomed him needing another one (because Soos never got a replacement and didn't think that was possible either) Also, Stan was almost 18 when Soos found him so it was barely kidnapping

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Julia’s perspective on all this BS between Stan and her dad? Can be the omegaverse part or not or both whatever you want?

cause I feel like she’d been a BIG frequent poster on Reddit r/offmychest about it

I have done Julia so terribly in this series and I feel bad but Abuelita has so little character to work with

Also it's important I make this kinda chronological and IF ANYONE GOES AND FACTCHECKS ME ON EXACT AGES IM GOING TO THROW ROCKS THROUGH YOUR WINDOWS YOU DUMB WHORE

Julia age 12: I love this Stanley guy he's making my grandpa happy and he's like a big brother to me <<<333

Julia age 13: Wow my adoptive brother came back!!!! And he sure does spend a lot of time with grandpa.

Julia age 14: Stanley's acting kinda.... Weird....

Julia age 17: Stanley's back!!! Wait what is he doing with grandpa WHAT--

Julia age 18: Is It Incest If My Brother's Not Biologically Related To My Grandpa?™

BONUS!

Julia age 19: Fuck it step-grandpa it's better than the other thing grandpa's got going on

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the fucking bread I can’t believe you (it was really funny)

but yeah Stan having the skills of a fucking pigeon is so perfect

- that baby bird is so fugly and stupid

I love you so much

but yeah….Soos is so chill (he seems naive or gives off such nonchalant vibes) but he is SMART he KNOWS (his fingers are literally UP STANS ASS watching TV) but is he gonna do something about it? Probably not

but man is driving himself CRAZY

probably gonna drive himself into a rut at this rate

and Stan’s just doo da doo kissing the old man :) hope he doesn’t know :)

Soos is mid-andropause okay he has 1 rut a year and it's in the summer time and he just gets really sad. On his birthday week even. He hasn't had a good rut since his wife [REDACTED]

Stan is a stray cat and the second Soos comes on too strong Stan's gonna bolt and Soos knows that so he's Careful. He's only going as far as Stan does, but the exact second Stan says please (n he will he just needs *sigh* *checks calendar* like a decade) Soos is gonna fuck him like rent's due, yk? He's like a dog politely balancing a treat on his nose except the treat is Stanley and his nose is still his nose

Stan is a performer, okay, his heat ended two days ago but if he stays whiney and clingy he can be as whiney and clingy as he wants, yk?

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”The stitches will hold. Don’t let him do anything too strenuous with his hands for the next 3 weeks, you don’t want them to tear.”

“Alright. Is there anything else I can do? He’s acting like he isn’t “all there?”

the doctor sighed as he packed his bag, “What do you know about omegas Mr. Ramirez?”

___________________________________________ bad at writing but I tried for 3 sentences 😭 and gave up 😭😭😭😭

here’s kind of how I wanted it to go

Doctor bans Stan from suppressants. Been taking them too long and dangerous unregulated that have damaged his bodies ability to regulate them on his own. He is now super vulnerable to “stress heats” and his cycle is no longer normal

mix of physical and mental trauma that happened when he went into heat has caused heats to put his mind into “survival mode” - attacking anyone he sees as a threat. A PTSD response when his body releases the hormones that put him back into that state of mind

stan is dehydrated, malnourished, suffering from heat stroke, blood loss, and the aftermath of a unsuccessful heat- he is not doing good

doctor suggests during the follow up visit to remove the stitches to do a full exam - and check if Stan’s reproductive organs are damaged from everything

Best way to help Stan heal and recover is to get him bonded and mated - it’ll take the stress away during heats and reduce the amount of “stress heats”, being able to be supervised, and most of all - not being homeless in his car, and having a support system, but also having access to food and water to recover

doctor suggests it’s Soos that does this - Soos is against idea bc he’s not a creep

doctor gives Soos more updated pamphlets

also a fun side note I thought would be cool -

Stan doesn’t know how to nest. Growing up with Ford in the same room with heats at the exact same time FORD would always make the nest and as a picky stuck up nerd would NEVER let Stan help because he was “doing it wrong” so ford would end up doing it “perfect” by himself and then have Stan join the nest later for brother cuddles

and then Stan was kicked out

he had a couple t shirts and a duffle bag

maybe a pillow eventually

and he doesn’t know how. Never enough adequate materials and no practice and the self loathing at an all time high when he’s in heat

and also he pretends he isn’t or at the very least “not like other omegas” so he isn’t screwed over on the road

Dr. Anon: Your problematic fave needs to get bred

Soos: You're the professional, dude. *grabs a loaf from the kitchen*

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Stan has got 1 heel from an ex, a vaccum cleaner, some glasses he stole that kinda look like Ford's, the most nasty yellow greasy flattened pillow you've ever seen, and an old rolling pin handle that he's put places an old rolling pin handle should never go. It looks like more in the backseat of his car but he tried to make a nest at Soos' house and it just looked like this

He used to spend his heats at Soos' house hiding under his bed with all his stuff because of the bad experience that put him on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and several states away from Jersey where Soos found him but after the trunk that small space is a lot less appealing. Also being alone is a lot less appealing and now Julia's presented so their deal of chatting through the door while Stan's eating doesn't work anymore :(

Luckily Soos is the chillest alpha ever and on the first day was like "I'll be honest I don't know what you need 100% so just do whatever and I'm happy to help if I can, dude." and Stan gets held while they watch tv and nothing else because he hasn't been just hugged in years since the last time he was home with Soos

He does get a little lost in the sauce at one point and accidentally bites Soos' neck a little too hard (Soos is married to another alpha tho and he's used to that meaning Aggression so he accidentally growls a little at him and Stan comes abt it) and marks him, Soos insists it's totally cool (he's so hard) and Stan keeps. Nipping at the area. Like he's trying to be subtle.

Anyways Stan riding Soos' fingers in his lap while they watch tv and Stan still thinks this is just Soos being a good man

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Here's a little gift for @smiley-mcdoggington, based on this fic and the continuation I wrote of it

BJ got the distinct impression that he’d been getting tested for a while.

It started with his first day in Korea, although none of them knew it at the time. Hawkeye had rushed to catch Trapper after missing him when he was sent orders to go home. He went with Radar to retrieve BJ in the hopes of meeting Trapper, only to miss him by ten minutes, and then they spent their journey home surrounded by danger and pain and bloodshed. He’d gotten through being shelled, helping a girl injured by a landmine, and a guerrilla attack. It was intense and horrible, but BJ fought his way through it like any other man in a warzone—by surviving. Just as Hawkeye and BJ arrived at the 4077th and were going to clean off after the events of the day, a chopper landed and there was Trapper climbing out of it, exhausted and angry but with a strange kind of relief at seeing Hawkeye. He explained that his orders to go home had been a clerical error, and that he had the choice of returning to the 4077th or being assigned to a new unit, and Trapper had chosen the 4077th. 

The second test began after Trapper and Hawkeye saw him in OR. BJ struggled at first, and Trapper had to take over a surgery for him, had even kicked him out of the operating room. It was embarrassing, but Trapper was a good Chief Surgeon—both when it came to his patients and his fellow surgeons. He took BJ under his wing (an impressive feat, considering BJ’s height) and guided him until he could work as calmly as Trapper himself while bombs dropped around them. 

Then came the most difficult test so far. A wounded man was brought in who had old and new bruises layered over his body, along with shell fragments in his chest. BJ operated on him, concern twisting in his own chest at the thought of what the man was doing to get so badly hurt. 

“Looks like this guy is fighting a war of his own,” he commented. 

“What do you mean?” Trapper’s voice was a warm comfort behind him. “Give me some suction, honey,” he said to the nurse attending his surgery. 

“He’s bruised all over,” BJ explained, focus still on his patient. “Looks like he’s been brawling.” 

There was a brief sound of feet shuffling around. Hawkeye peeked at BJ’s patient as the man on his operating table was removed by the orderlies to be replaced by another wounded man. 

“That’s Private Weston.” 

“George, right?” Trapper’s voice was interested but distracted by the bowel he was stitching up. 

“Yeah.” Hawkeye stared down at the young man for a moment, until a new patient was brought in and he had to step away. 

“That a repeat customer, Pierce?” Colonel Potter asked. BJ didn’t hear Hawkeye’s response over Trapper chatting with his nurse, asking her for a sponge between propositions. “Maybe we should have the Padre have a chat with him, if he’s getting in that many fights.” 

“Weston… Weston…” 

BJ searched around for more shrapnel, glancing at Weston’s x-ray as Frank muttered his name. 

“Weston! He was that homosexual, wasn’t he?” Frank announced finally. He scoffed. “Should’ve known he’d go and get himself injured again.” 

“Frank, you’d better shut your mouth or you’re gonna be the one gettin’ injured,” Trapper said, his voice tightly controlled. 

The usual insults got thrown back and forth between Frank, Trapper, and Hawkeye. BJ stayed mostly quiet, keeping his focus on Weston and the wounds in his chest cavity. There was so much evidence of other injuries— he'd been operated on at least twice before—and BJ didn't want to risk missing anything.

“Look boys,” Colonel Potter cut in when Frank’s whining reached a fever pitch. “Whether the boy is a homosexual or not, our job is to keep people alive.” 

“But Colonel—” 

“Burns, I know you’re not breaking sterility to argue with me.” 

The conversation ended after that, Frank leaving after the last of the wounded were cared for, probably to go and cry on Margaret's shoulder. Trapper and Hawkeye disappeared as well, leaving BJ and Colonel Potter to handle post-op.

Weston was recovering nicely, but the bruises on his face made him look as injured as the man beside him with a severe head wound. 

“Terrible, isn’t it?” Colonel Potter murmured as he came up beside BJ to get a look at the young man. “The boy doesn't deserve this kind of treatment, even if he is a homosexual.” He let out a sigh and looked up at BJ. “Why don’t you get some rest, son? McIntyre’ll be back in an hour to relieve me, and everything seems quiet enough here.” 

“Thanks, Colonel.” 

BJ pulled his jacket on over his scrubs and trudged his way back to the Swamp. The camp was quiet now, everyone exhausted after their long hours of work. There were little pockets of conversations drifting through the air, and a few quiet moans that BJ could hear from the more private areas. He ignored the social opportunities and the affairs happening around him, wanting to return to the relative comfort of his own tent.

The Swamp was empty when he arrived, so BJ made his way to the still to get a drink. As Trapper had suggested, the gin was starting to grow on him; it was better to have something to dull his senses.

He was on his second glass when Hawkeye and Trapper walked in. 

“Look,” Trapper said. “I'm just saying that maybe he should get out. Guys like that don’t have a place in the army.” 

“Who do you mean?” BJ asked, already pouring drinks for the pair. “Frank?” 

Hawkeye glowered at him, snatching the martini glass from BJ’s grip and going to sit on his cot. “Private Weston.” 

Trapper downed his gin. “Look, the kid’s been injured five times. We’d be helpin’ him.” 

“How is a dishonorable discharge helping?”  Hawkeye’s voice cracked. “He wanted to go back to his unit, Trap. He said it was important to him.” 

BJ looked between them as Trapper flopped down onto the dentist’s chair. “I don’t know about you, Hawk, but I wouldn’t want to be in a unit with a guy like that.” He scoffed. “Serves him right, gettin’ the shit beat outta him by his buddies.” 

“What are you talking about?” BJ demanded. 

Trapper went quiet, running his fingers over the edge of his glass. 

It was Hawkeye who spoke up, his eyes locked on Trapper. “Captain McIntyre,” he spat, “wants to report Private Weston, get him a dishonorable discharge for homosexual acts.” 

“Trapper?” BJ breathed out his name, hardly able to speak from the shock.

“People like that are undesirables, and it’s for a good reason. It ain’t natural.” 

“And what part of us pulling shrapnel out of teenagers is natural?” Hawkeye’s fingers dug into his pants as if he was holding himself down instead of attacking Trapper. 

Trapper got to his feet. “I’m talkin’ to Colonel Potter whether you want me to or not, Hawk. If you won’t back me up, Hunnicutt will.” 

BJ put his glass down and grabbed at the table, keeping himself from swinging a punch at Trapper just like Hawkeye was. “The hell I will.” 

Brown eyes widened at him. “What kind of man are you, defendin’ a queer like that?” 

The wood of the table creaked under BJ’s grip. “What kind of a man are you, acting like it matters if Weston’s a homosexual or not? He’s getting beaten up by both sides and he’s still fighting, probably so he can prove people like you wrong.”

“I don’t believe this,” Trapper said. “How am I the only guy here who ain’t defendin’ a fuckin’ sissy? You’re tellin’ me Frank is the only other one who sees a problem with havin’ a powderpuff like Weston around?” 

BJ stalked towards Trapper, hearing Hawkeye behind him as he loomed over the dentist’s chair. “Maybe you should reassess your opinions, if the only person who agrees with you is Frank.” 

Trapper got to his feet and sneered, his face twisting into something ugly. “Maybe you should assess if you might be a queer yourself, Hunnicutt.” 

“It doesn’t matter if I am or not, because I’d rather be a homosexual than a bigot.” He didn’t feel his arm raising, but he suddenly he'd pulled fist back so he could slam it into Trapper’s jaw. Trapper’s face lost the tinge of mockery, only to be replaced with fear. 

“Woah, Beej!” Hawkeye grabbed onto his arm. “Don’t!” BJ overbalanced from the 170 pound man suddenly pulling on him, and would have toppled to the ground if Trapper hadn’t reached out to catch him. 

“Get your hands off me,” BJ snarled, shoving Trapper away. He raised his fist again, but Hawkeye stepped between them, his hands raised defensively. “Out of the way, Hawk.” 

“Beej, it’s fine,” Hawkeye told him, his eyes wide and afraid. “He didn’t mean it.” 

“He sounded pretty sincere to me.” 

Hawkeye laughed. “Yeah, he’s a good actor, isn’t he? I taught him myself. I always thought his face was made for showbiz.” 

BJ looked up at Trapper, who shrugged, smiling. That terrible and ugly look was gone from his face. 

“Why on earth would you pretend—” 

“...That we wanted to get rid of George? To test you, Beej,” Trapper smiled and reached over for the beaker of gin. He filled the glass he’d been holding and handed it over to BJ, who took it and wobbled his way back to his cot where he could sit down with a thump. “Test me?”

“Yeah. You got real quiet when Frank brought it up. We were worried.”

“A lot of guys wouldn’t care that much if someone like George got a dishonorable discharge,” Hawkeye explained. 

BJ took a sip of gin. The wretched taste of it was grounding. “So you’re not going to report him?” 

Trapper chuckled. “It’d be pretty fuckin’ hypocritical if I did.” His smile faded as BJ stared at him once understanding dawned on him. “You said you didn’t wanna be a bigot,” he said, soberingly. 

“But… you sleep with women.” 

“Who says a queer can’t like it both ways?” Trapper asked.

“Or more than both ways?” Hawkeye added, making BJ’s head spin. 

BJ gaped at them both. “You were testing me because you—” He waved a finger between them. 

Hawkeye nodded, picking his glass up from where he’d left it on his cot. He shoved Trapper until he sat down, then Hawkeye took a seat as well—on Trapper’s lap. “We thought it was finally time to explain the birds and the… birds to you,” he said, before taking a long sip of gin. 

“You know, your bony ass isn’t very comfortable,” Trapper groused from under him. 

“On the contrary, sir,” Hawkeye replied. “My bony ass is entirely comfortable.” 

BJ could only watch as Trapper stole the glass from Hawkeye to take a sip of his own. “Don't understand why I always gotta play the jerk on this. Next time you’re the one agreein’ with Frank when you get some bright idea in that empty head of yours.” 

Hawkeye wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You're a better actor than me, my dear. I could never pull it off.”

“You've… done this before?” BJ asked.

Trapper let out a laugh. “Yeah. Last time we did it to Frank, had to get some blackmail on him so he wouldn't send a report out.”

“You would've blackmailed me?”

“If we had to.”

Trapper curled his arm around Hawkeye's waist as Hawkeye shifted around so he could grab Trapper’s hand holding the martini glass. He drank what remained of his gin and let out a pleased sigh. It was as domestic as anything BJ had ever seen. 

He sighed, rubbing his forehead to relieve the headache that had started forming since his rage was cut off so suddenly. “And you wanted to see how I'd react to a homosexual in case I reacted badly to the two of you?”

Hawkeye shrugged, completely guiltless. “We like you, Beej. But as nice as it is having you hang around us, we didn't have any time together.” 

BJ flushed, remembering finding them in the supply shed one day and Hawkeye seeming oddly irritable about it as BJ chatted with Trapper about football. 

“Don't take it personally,” Trapper said. “We only went this far because we like you.” He patted Hawkeye's belly. “I gotta relieve Potter, honey.” 

Hawkeye got to his feet with a sigh and returned to his cot. 

“You gonna be okay?” Trapper asked BJ as he pulled his jacket on. 

BJ nodded absently. “I just… never would have guessed that you…” He glanced at Hawkeye, who was sprawled on his cot. “Him? Not a surprise. …You?”

Trapper chuckled. “Yeah, everyone suspects the fruitcake. Thanks, though. Means a lot to know you care.”

BJ watched him leave, the door of the Swamp shutting behind him as he walked across the compound to post-op.

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hey I can’t get enough of your new fic

You did say you had a lot of trouble with it and I don’t want to pressure you into continuing something you’re “done with” if it wasn’t fun or you are sick of now

but I have a couple new ideas based on the fic that’s I love to send you

literally invading and eating my brain you see you are an incredible author

I would love more asks!!!!! Your mind is beautiful and I love prompts :)

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what made you get into writing? You’re really good at it do you have any tips?

Spite to the plot of Naruto because I wasn't aware of the geopolitical climate that lead to the multiple on-the-fly complete changes to the story's message and I was in love with Sakura when I was 12

Tips that I hope aren't just repetitive from every other writing tip thing:

1) Try to know more than you write, it keeps characters from teleporting around rooms they're in and you get to sprinkle in little bits of foreshadowing and situational irony. I'm not saying always have a full outline of everything because I can't do that without losing all motivation to write BUT have settings and character backstories (this is much easier with fanfic) kinda sketched in your head for scenes, yk?

2) This might just be a me thing but you can't see emotions on people's faces, you can only interpret them, and also people feel emotions more than they understand them. I saw a thing once about how on white paper you don't draw an egg you shade the edges - same with expression and emotion, say what the face does before or instead of what it means. Say what the character's symptoms are from their emotions instead of only ever directly what they are - especially when that character isn't very self-aware and most aren't. (ex. "His eyes snapped to the floor, his lips tight, a slight sheen to his eyes that made her heart lurch, and her mouth opened before she could find a word to say." instead of "She could see the hurt on his face, and she immediately regretted what she said." even tho both are valid and sometimes it's better to be brief to convey the speed in which an interaction is happening!!!!!)

3) Read your writing. Now read it again. Now read it a third time. Is this annoying? Yes. You should like reading your writing, though, and if you don't maybe you should change things until you do like it. I don't do this every time (usually when I'm sending whole fics in ppl's ask boxes lmao) but!!!! Do it!!!!!

4) (for fanfics specifically) Look at character compilations on YouTube!!!!!!! I forget how people talk all the time, especially when there aren't as many fanfics with them (cough Soos cough) so you gotta look at character compilations, revisit the source material, remember how the character talks and acts!!!!!!! And then change it <3

5) Don't delete wips, if you're bored look through your old wips and sometimes!! You like them!!!! Enough to continue them even!!!!!

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In your personal interpretation of omegaverse how do heats/ruts work? One and done or is it a multiple day thing? how often?

Oh no it lasts like a week but Stan is exhausted and starving and just worked out all his nervous energy. Man needs a Nap, a sandwich, a bath, water, some stitches for his still open wrists, and another nap. As soon as he's more coherent he gets his insecurity back and realizes he basically assaulted that poor old man (no <3) and spends the rest of his heat Upstairs. Soos let's him because he also doesn't know how much Stan consented to what happened, it's a very ambiguous situation and they both care abt eachother but Stan would rather disappear in a cloud of smoke than talk about his feelings

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Would you ever do an AU of your old soos/young Stan but omega verse?

Maybe Stan goes into heat while he’s stuck in the trunk? Cause he knows that he needs suppressants but he puts it off (usually) until he’s right on the brink (unhealthy and NOT good but saves money) but since he’s now locked in the car trunk for however long it takes to get from Columbia to Oregon he’s missed the deadline but QUITE a lot.

and it’s been awhile since he’s been off the chemicals

he’s achy, injured, dehydrated and simultaneously soaked through and basically hotboxing the trunk with pheromones.

and desperate

very desperate

he’s NOT gonna be very lucid if/when he gets out

poor soos is in for a surprise - his poor baby man - his little question mark

just opens the trunk and Stan starts keening cause it’s so bright and the trunk REEKS and that man is dead is 20 seconds

smells one whiff of safety - pine trees and enchiladas - with warm strong arms encircling him

not hurting. safe. Home. Alpha. Mate

So Soos has to battle an almost feral little guy who wants to be fucked SOOOO bad while trying to take care of him - feeding, cleaning, hydrating, mending his wounds - while little Omega brain boy is crying and coming and not understanding why he isn’t being mated why doesn’t the alpha want me? Am I not good enough? Such a bad boy and bad omega

Stan has such a botched heat along with physical and mental stress from his life and then trunk, his chemicals are all mixed up and he isn’t gonna be really “Stan” again unless he can get some sort of restoration to baseline (help with his heat/fucked/mated) but now he’s nourished and more physically healed so any Alpha he doesn’t trust is at danger of being attacked and killed.

soos kinda has no choice does he? But does Stan want this he can’t really consent like this (he has. He presents and whines and purrs and keens whenever you are near and whenever you are away)

sorry for the long ass ask prompt. Meant to be just a question and then I couldn’t stop writing - and I’m not a writer, and this is your au so maybe if you don’t do anything with this take this as a giant thank you and admission that your stuff is REALLY good

Okay this isn't Exactly what was asked but I love this so much now I gotta write a little smth

Soos' first real experience with an omega was Lee. He'd met them before, yeah, but Mel was another alpha, their daughter was an alpha, even Julia was an alpha. Mel had been it for him for the longest time, so he didn't really learn much past the basics until he found Lee hiding under his bed, absolutely terrified of him the way Soos hadn't seen before.

It was the middle of January, and Soos had trudged through the snow to the tiny public library to grab every book he could on helping omegas - there were only two. He spent the rest of the day asking around and avoiding home because he was big and scary and he didn't know what to do about that.

Stan eventually told him his dad almost attacked him when he presented, in his house him and his brother got locked away in their room while their alpha father stayed downstairs or out of the house. It was safer for them, he'd said. So Soos stayed away, like Stan wanted, Julia brought him his food since she hadn't presented, and the second floor was his. Soos couldn't help the sour taste in his mouth, thinking about how Stan had looked and smelled that first time, though. He didn't get omega pheromones really making someone dangerous, from what he'd heard from Caryn, Filbrick was just a bad guy.

He got it, now.

He'd opened the trunk and got hit with a haze of sick-fear-heat. He hadn't growled in decades, but he couldn't stop the rumbling in his chest. He wasn't sure what he did to the other two - he didn't kill them. He didn't snap back into focus until he put a hand on Lee and he screamed.

Lee's glassy eyes were wide in his bruised face, his whole body shaking while he tried to shuffle further into the trunk. There was a wet spot where his hips were and Soos couldn't tell if it was slick or urine or both. There was a streak of blood from somewhere behind him. Soos wasn't supposed to get close, but he also couldn't leave Lee there.

He reached out again - slower this time - tried to gently grab his shoulder and Stan whined, shaking even harder.

Soos whined back, and he stopped. Eyes not leaving him, he slowly tilted his head towards Soos' wrist. Right. Soos always had to cover his wrists, thighs and neck with Mel in a rut. He vaguely remembers one of the books - the less helpful one about sex - saying something about the opposite for omegas.

It was a long shot, but he brought his wrist forward for him - still under his sleeve but he hoped that didn't matter up close. Stan sniffed at him, then slumped. Soos almost thought he passed out, but he was purring up a storm - he had the best purr, loud and crackling like a well-loved engine - and this really wasn't the time.

"Lee?" Soos asked carefully. Stan didn't seem to recognize it, catching his nose on Soos' cuff and keeping it there. It was cute. It made Soos' insides curdle. "Come on, kiddo, say something. I can't hold a conversation like this." He tried, tapping his cheek. He had a bit of stubble, it made him look rugged and handsome - and Soos needed to know what was happening. "Stanley."

Stan blinked at him. "Mis'er? He mumbled, and Soos almost didn't catch it.

"Don't be mad." He said. He got both hands under Stan's body and lifted him - easily, way too easily, Lee should be heavy and full - and Stan sobbed as gravity took his bones out of the position they were in for days. He shoved Stan's face in his neck - he didn't know if it was for Lee or for himself - and adjusted him, let his feet dangle and kick out and bruise Soos' legs. Stan whined into his skin and it was worse than getting teeth pulled.

He could have sworn he was better at this when he was younger, even if the feeling was the same. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay perfectly still and wait for everything to stop with him. But it wouldn't. Stan's hands were bleeding.

In the movies, zipties are always clean. In the movies, no one's ever scared enough to fight against the plastic until its cut into and under your skin, peeling it off your hands until you get stuck on the thumb anyways. He'd seen it, felt it, fixed it. Mel promised him he'd never have to again. But it would be worth it if his Lee was home and safe.

Stan was still sniffing at him. Soos wasn't used to that, really, but it tickled and it distracted him.

He kicked the front door open and Julia was on the other side, bat in hand. He asked her to call the doctor and angled Stan away from her in case she didn't see the blood.

They both split off in different directions in a hurry - she was a good girl, not the kind of alpha he had to worry about. He still hid Stan away in the bathroom as soon as he could.

He sat Stan down in his lap, carefully moving him like his joints were ready to splinter. "Lee?" He asked.

Stan hummed at him, squirming away from the position Soos put him in enough he could shove his nose back under his jaw like it belonged there. He grabbed some old barber's scissors and carefully cut the ties off, pulling them away all at once like ripping off a bandaid. Stan flinched and nipped him. Right on the neck. Soos didn't know what that meant, he hadn't gotten that far in the second book. He probably just needed to drink water, once he wasn't bleeding.

"Lee." He tried again. "Can you stand up?"

"No." Stan mumbled, almost lost in his purring.

He didn't think so. He carefully picked Stan up by the hips, getting no protest while he duck-walked him to the sink.

He brought one hand away, and Stan's knees buckled if they were even under him at all. He caught him and pressed him up against the sink, crowding him against it so he could use his hands - Stan's hair smelled like car exhaust, warm and familiar, the kind of smell that made you light-headed.

He carefully washed Stan's hands out, hearing his purrs turn to whimpers and twisting himself in knots. He put a few kisses in his hair to get him to settle.

When he finally got his hands ready for stitches, he took a breath. He wasn't out of the woods, but he was better. His hands looked almost like nothing had happened.

Stan's hips rolled, and Soos nearly dropped him.

Lee was looking at him through the mirror, nose still running in Soos' stubble, one eye locked on his expression. Soos hadn't noticed before but Stan's neck was just... Exposed. Out in the open. He could see Stan swallow, the way his adam's apple bobbed. Lee rolled his hips again, slower, deeper, pushing against the front of Soos' pants, his soft cock sliding between Stan's cheeks. He froze.

He definitely hadn't gotten that far in the book. He stood completely frozen, still pinning Stan against the porcelain with his hips, hands on the edge of the sink, thumbs almost touching Stan's pinkies. Stan's hair had gotten longer, thick brown curls bouncing on his shoulders as his weight rocked back. He smelled like burnt sugar and it was December but there was a bead of sweat rolling through the fine, rough hairs under his jaw. His adam's apple bobbed again. And again.

The tiniest pitched whine had Soos' stomach curling. His eyes snapped up to Stan's face. His lips were thin and his eyebrows were lowered and he honestly would have looked angry if it wasn't for the sheen over his eyes. Soos tried to pull away - ask what he did - but Stan's legs still couldn't hold him. Soos caught him in his arms before he could fall and Stan relaxed like he had in the trunk, hands trying to grab his arms and flinching and then trying again. His purring rumbled through Soos' chest.

"Atta' boy." Soos mumbled, letting Stan nose at his neck some more and paw at his sleeves.

Stan started humping him again, and Soos let him. He wasn't sure how much of Stan was present - he seemed almost like an animal - so Soos didn't move an inch. But he let Stan do what he needed to, even if it was teasing him half to death. He was absolutely gorgeous, rutting against him like his life depended on it (and maybe it did, Soos should really check that book out again) while huffing and groaning into his neck. The idea of someone that close to his neck usually set Soos off - it had to - but with Lee it was different. With Lee, a lot of things were different.

Stan was looking at him again, through the mirror. Speeding up, tensing up, and staring right at him. He was getting frantic, grabbing the sink too hard and then whining when he hurt his hands. "M-Mis'r R..." He mumbled.

Soos shooshed him. "It's okay, Lee, take what you need, I'm right here." He coaxed, and Stan's whole body shivered through an orgasm, working himself through it on Soos' half-mast like any old desk corner.

Soos let him breath, before slowly stripping him for a bath, ignoring his own little problem completely while he drew some warm water for him. The doctor was a good thirty minutes away, and Stan was completely filthy. Stan let himself be moved around like a ragdoll, sated little smile on his face.

Soos would think about everything later, for now, his boy needed attention.

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Writing so good but then getting to the conclusion you were leading up to and eating shit is awful and should be illegal

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Long ask anon know I am kissing you on the mouth and working on it 🫡🫡🫡

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Stan: *purrs like a sickly chainsmoker*

Soos: <3 like my special interest <3

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Long ask anon know I am kissing you on the mouth and working on it 🫡🫡🫡

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A 4/10!!!!! That’s so funny

while Stan could come in his pants before he and soos even finish foreplay and soos would be giggling and beaming and saying “dude, best I’ve had since I started the Mystery shack”

and Stan would cry and come about it

Ford got bonus points for having a pretty face and its still only a 4 lbr

And absolutely Soos has a bias Stan is the first good thing that happened to him since his wife and he'll love him for all the time he has left no matter what, just like he loves his wife. Stan is good at sex tho it's a profession of his and baby he's a workaholic, he could make that old man cry