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SUGAR DADDY (PART TWO)

The next day I was a little bit of a wreck. Still coming down from the high of my fantasy time with Mike Keenan. Sucking his cock. Kissing him. Enjoying the privacy and the deep conversation. I thought of texting him but decided that wouldn't be welcome. It hadn't been a date, it had ust been something that had happened. A combination of Mike taking pity on me and wanting to get his rocks off. We both got something out of it, but it was surely a one-time thing.

I had class that next morning and baseball practice that afternoon, then weightlifting. It was early evening when I got done and saw I had a text from Mike.

"Hi Luke, sorry no contact, I had a long day here. Enjoyed last night. Any chance for a repeat some time?"

My heart pounded. Maybe I was the one overthinking things. Mr. Keenan just wanted his cock sucked again.

"I'd love that," I wrote.

"Nice," came the reply. "You around to talk?"

I said good night to my buddies and told them I had to get back to study for a test. Then I texted a "yes" to Mike. A second later my phone rang.

"Hey," I said. God, I was majorly crushed out on the guy.

"Hey Luke," he said. His voice was sexy as fuck. "What are you up to?"

"Just getting out of practice. Bout to grab some dinner."

"I haven't eaten either. Want to come over? We can get dinner in the hotel bar."

"I probably need to change," I said. I was still in my workout clothes.

"I bet you look sexy as fuck," he growled. It was a trip to hear him lust for another man. "But take your time."

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't go to some fancy bar in my gym clothes."

"They don't give a fuck," he said. "But do what you feel comfortable with."

"All right," I said. "I'll text you when I'm on my way."

"Take an Uber," he said. "I'll pay."

"OK." Then I hung up. I was going to object, but I was eager to see the man. And truth be told I was hungry, real hungry. Maybe that's what made me decided to head right over, underdressed as I was.

"OK, I'm getting in my Uber," I typed to him five minutes later.

He sent a smiley face reply.

The man was in his suit, without tie, on one of the bar stools and his eyes lit up as I walked in. He had a smirk as I set down my backpack and pulled out the adjacent stool to sit. "I was right," he said softly. "Sexy as fuck."

I blushed. "I didn't think you went for guys that way," I whispered.

His blue eyes twinkled some as he patted my back. "No labels, remember?"

I was getting hard in my shorts. Unfortunately the thin fabric wasn't going to hide my boner, but fortunately, it was hidden by the bar. And my hunger was going to win out.

"The steak here is great," the man said as he handed me a menu.

"I dunno," I said as I looked over the option. "A burger is fine." Of course I was concerned about the price.

Mr. K could read me, though. "Get the steak," he grunted.

I felt a little chastised and said something I instantly regretted. "Is that how the Sugar Daddy treatment works?"

Mike gave me a quick glance then replied without missing a beat. "Buddy, you don't eye me up like a cash machine like those girls do. You don't know how nice a change that is."

I blushed and I felt his hand pat my bare thigh.

"I like that I can be honest with you, Luke, for real." His bossy tone was gone, replaced with the old Mr. Keenan charm.

I gulped. "I like being honest with you, too," I said. Until Mr. Keenan re-entered my life six months prior, I hadn't realized how rare it was I could be honest about things. I gave him a smile and saw him smile in return.

"Since I'm being honest," I started, but just then the bartender came over to take our order.

"Two steaks," Mr. Keenan said, ordering for me. "And another scotch and..." he turned to me.

"An IPA?" I asked. The bartender nodded and named off some brewery. Sounded good. We watched as he poured our drinks in front of us and placed them on the bar before going off to ring up our order.

"So..." Mike picked up. "Since you're being honest..."

I lowered my voice. "It's like I said before. You don't need to pay for anything, Mike. Or be a sugar daddy or anything."

He grinned. "There's always trade offs," he said. "And maybe I enjoy the control."

"Control?" I asked dumbly.

"If you're paying, you get your say in a lot of things," he said. He paused and watched me blush. "You think less of me."

"Honesty, right? You don't know how crushed out I am on you."

He smiled. "I have an idea. It's flattering." He took a sip of his scotch and looked over at me like a wolf eyeing up his prey. "I'm hoping you stay over tonight."

I was in over my head. Emotionally, but also with a man like Keenan. Decisive. "If you want, I will," I said.

"Good," he said, satisfied.

***

Mike Keenan surprised me that evening. After we ate and he paid the check, we went up to our room. We showered together, making out, feeling each other up. I was surprised how much this straight man was into my very male body and my cock. Well, he was probably bi and in any case had his no-labels motto. I was gonna embrace it.

Particularly as we made out on the bed, me beneath his middle aged, fit hairy body. I'd eventually find a real boyfriend, I knew, but I also knew it was going to be hard for any man to live up to hot how Mr. K was. His cock felt hard and even bigger as we humped our bodies together and kissed.

"So, Luke... you up for me being inside you?"

I nodded, hungrily. "God yeah, Mr. Keenan."

He grinned. "You have much experience?" That concern coming in.

"A couple of guys, yeah," I said. Then with deep candor, I added, "I wish you'd taken my cherry, Mike."

His voice got husky. "I've done anal a couple of times. With an ex-girlfriend."

His words made me actually break out into goosebumps. For some reason the idea of Mr. K doing some woman in the backdoor seemed kinky as fuck. But also the way he unmistakeably was communicating that he knew how to fuck me. "You liked it, I bet," I said with a lusty smile.

He nodded and winked just as he leaned up and knelt on the bed. His hardon looked magnificent, the thickness perfectly framed by his hairy, DILF-y body. I decided then and there I'd have a hard time sleeping with a man under 40. "Oh, yeah, buddy," he said. Then my body shivered again as I watched the confidence with which he picked up the lube he'd set out next to the bed. As he returned his focus, I pulled back my legs and spread them some, letting his slick hand in to lube up my hole. "It's probably my favorite thing. Hard to talk a woman into it, though."

"I can imagine," I hissed, enjoying the cool contact of the lubed finger on my ring. "I bet that costs extra huh?" Maybe that sounded accusatory, but from my tone it was clear that it was a joke, and Mr. Keenan picked up on that.

He laughed. "I don't hire hookers, but don't think I haven't thought about it." His cock jerked, and I was relieved that being with a dude seemed to work for him as much as fucking a chick.

He pressed in and worked me open some. "That feel OK, buddy?"

I looked at him excitedly and nodded. I kept expecting resistance as the man fingered me but there was none. At all. "Feels amazing Mr. K." My longtime nickname for him just slipped off my tongue, but the man seemed excited to hear it. His cock actually jerked.

He now slipped in a third finger, twisting me open and working in and out. "You're ready," he said, though I knew there was a questioning behind his assured tone.

"Yes, sir," I hissed.

Mike was horny, too, I realized as he scooted in to place and nudged his meaty cock right into place. I don't know the approach he took with women, but he angled his finger to let his prick push in just as he withdrew his hand. Kind of a shoehorn move that slid his meaty cock right into me. Three solid inches inside me in one go.

"There ya go," he said with satisfaction. Then he moved forward, his hips driving more meat into me, as he leaned his upper body forward. I was getting well and truly penetrated.

The thing was, my insides were starting their natural resistance, my guts clenching down on the invader and trying to repel it. Mr. Keenan mistook my discomfort for a natural stimulation of an ass on his cock. "That's goddamn nice, buddy," he hissed and like that he was kissing me, hard and possessively.

I met his tongue as well as I could, but there was something that clicked in me. I was a dude, a masculine dude. I didn't like to think of myself as feminine, and I got offended by the way people would associate gay sex with being feminized. And yet, I was pinned down beneath Mike Keenan and all I could think was to compare myself to those college chicks Mike banged. My hole relaxed around him and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Not slutty or anything, but damn I needed and wanted a Mike Keenan fuck.

He must have sensed the change but in any case pulled back from the kiss. "I guess I didn't even ask about protection," he hissed, his hips slowly pumping me.

"This is perfect, Mr. K," I growled. His dick was rubbing right over my prostate, not punching the button, but playing it like a violin string. It was a surprisingly new sensation for me.

The man liked my answer. He pulled back, further back, and pushed all the way. Then again. Not rushing it, but definitely claiming me with this cock. All the while his blue eyes bore down on mine. "How do you normally like it, Luke?" he asked.

I racked my brain. It was actually hard to think with the man's cock pressing in and out. And I'd only had a few experiences bottoming. "Slow, I guess," I replied. But then as I felt up the man's naked torso and strong arms, I wanted more. "But this is weird to ask... but I'd like you to show me how I like it."

THAT turned Mike on like crazy. "Yeah?" His nostrils flared. "I can do that buddy."

He pulled back and I felt his prick punch into me. In retrospect it probably wasn't rough, but I'd never been fucked with that much force. Then another. Slow, steady, and hard.

The fact that it was Rich's dad doing this drove me wild. I looked up into his handsome face and imagined him rough fucking some sugar baby who'd have to work for her apartment money.

"Shit!" I gasped. My prick was dripping already, a telltale sign that I was about to cum. I gripped it, just in time to let the pleasure boil to a full orgasm, all while Mr. Keenan pounded it out of me.

His own face was scrunching into a clear sign of pleasure. The man was ejaculating into my guts, and good.

"Well, fuck me," he sighed as he lay his forehead against mine. We lay like that, my hands on him and my legs wrapped around him. His more mature, fit body resting on top of me as he caught his breath. "Please tell me you liked that buddy," he hissed.

I felt weirdly emotional. I don't know, it wasn't just the crush I had on Mr. K. It was the hormonal rush on top of the mind fuck of having had such hot sex. "A little too much," I admitted.

That made him smile.

He finally leaned up and slid out of me, and off me. His dick was thick and plump but softening, and very wet. He looked down on me with a mix of surprise, paternal-like affection, and pride in conquest. I loved it all, and it was then that I realized I was hooked on the Mike Keenan experience.

"I thought I was pushing my luck asking you to meet me again," he said as he stepped off the bed and down some water from a water bottle. His middle-aged muscle was covered in a sheen of sweat. The man was sexy as fuck. His eyes barely left my nakedness. "But I guess not," he continued.

I felt all sorts of weird, and more than a little cheap now that the endorphins were wearing off. I sat up in bed, my hole feeling used and wet now. "You really do like being on control, don't you, Mike?"

My words caught him by surprise. "I guess I come on strong, huh?"

"A little," I admitted. "I should probably go," I said as I searched for my briefs.

"Will it make you feel better to stay over?" he asked.

It was my turn to be surprised. "You think I'm like a chick?" I asked. I wasn't sure I was upset he was stereotyping me as a gay guy. Or upset because maybe he was right.

"It's just a question, Luke," he replied. "I'll give you Uber money."

I swallowed my pride. "I'd love to stay. Sorry I was giving you grief."

He smiled. "It's fine buddy. I'm used to game playing. But you're a straight shooter. I like that." Then matter of factly, he added, "I get up early."

"That's cool," I said.

****

I gave Mr. K a blowjob early the next morning. And he stroked me off. I guess I was leaning toward being a bottom before Mike Keenan, but I'd never embraced the label. What the fuck, the man was making me realize the shoe fit.

I was happy and content all day. I kind of wanted a text from Mr. K, but I didn't need one. Even being young and naive, I knew I had to take this for what it was, or not at all.

Around 5:30 I got a text. "Dinner?"

I had a late game and plans with my buddies. "I'm tied up, Mike," I wrote. "Sorry."

"What time you done?" came that reply.

"I don't know. 10?"

"Come over then. You know the room number."

Maybe it should have rubbed me the wrong way, but it didn't. I was horny for this man. So bad.

Only after I replied with an OK, I got a Venmo alert. Mr. K had sent me money. Not an exhorbitant amount. But a lot.

Oh shit.

***

I was nervous as Mike ushered me in. The worst part was how fucking handsome he looked, even in his readers and plush hotel bathrobe. He didn't look exactly sleepy, but he seemed in a relaxed, tired state as he looked me up and down.

"Thanks for coming, Luke," he said. That easygoing charm I remember from going over to his place when I was visiting my buddy Rich.

"Sure," I said. Looking around, I wondered what it was like to live in a hotel like this a few nights a week, always being on the road. I smelled Mr. Keenan's cologne before I felt his hand on my shoulder and his warm body press against my back. Already he was kissing softly at my neck.

"Listen, Mr. K... can we talk about the money thing?"

His voice had a throaty growl. Maybe he'd been thinking all evening, all day about sex, because he seemed to be in a horny mode. "Sure. Was it not enough?"

"No, Jesus," I hissed, feeling his fingers already running beneath the hem of my T-shirt tracking my abs. "I don't need anything. For real."

OK, now his fingers stopped their seductive movement. I guess the man was getting it. "You offended?" he asked.

I blushed. "I dunno," I replied. "It didn't make me feel great."

I felt his breath against my neck. "You deserve the money more than Kimberly," he said. "Or the others. It's just a little something, Luke. Use it to have fun. Or save it for a rainy day."

I don't know how Mike Keenan was so persuasive a man, but he was. Maybe because those fingers are once again tracing up my abs and pulling my shirt with them. "Come on, buddy, let me see that hot baseball jock body," he urged.

I went with it. I knew I was good looking, and even if I had some bulking goals for the off season, I knew I had a solid body. But the fact Mr. Keenan was into it had me so turned on. I turned around to see a smile on his five-o-clock-shadowed face.

"Nice," he said, eyes sweeping up and down my build. "Lose the shorts, Luke," he said.

Mr. K had talked about enjoying being in control. I was now wrestling with the fact that I enjoyed being bossed around, at least by this man. I stepped back and undid my shorts, stripping down completely for him. I was rock hard.

My heart pounded as I watched Mike get a more serious look on his face, as his hands reached down to undo the tie on the robe. The white terry cloth flapped open to show off his furry fit torso and, beneath that, his thick boner. "Come on buddy," he said in a deep whisper, nodding down at his crotch in an unmistakable signal.

I gulped. I assumed my normal catcher's squat, a position which made my hard dick stick up at an angle.

"Fuck yeah," Mike said. He scooted up to offer me his prick. It was fat and veiny, and while not porn-long that dick was pretty damn big.

I leaned forward just an inch to start licking him. Top to bottom. Along his furry nuts. Tasting every inch of Mike Keenan. Maybe his relaxed vibe gave me the implicit permission to take my time.

Only by the time I actually began sucking him, working my mouth up and down on him and doing my best to coordinate suction and tongue along his shaft, the man was starting to get worked up.

"Easy there, buddy," he hissed, gently pushing me off his dick, which throbbed and jerked a little, wet with my saliva. "I almost blew there."

I grinned. I felt so fucking proud. I didn't have a ton of sexual experience and it was good to know I was doing something right to get Mike so close so soon. "Why don't you?" I asked, sitting back on my haunches and looking up at him. I was getting more confident in having sex with this older man.

He let out a heavy sigh, like he was fighting off the urge to do just that. A smile crossed his lips, though. "Guess I'm like a kid with a new toy," he explained.

It took me a second to get it. "You wanna fuck me again." Half statement, half question.

Mike nodded. "Been thinking about it all fucking day, man. Your ass is so fucking tight."

I knew this was a possibility, and I wondered if I should be giving my hole some rest. But I also knew it was going to be hard to turn down a Mr. Keenan fuck. I stood up, my dick riding that crest between pure excited hardness and nervous flagging.

"Ok if we kiss a little, Mike?" I asked feeling almost embarrassed to ask. "You know, make out a little?"

My buddy's dad nodded and grinned as he stepped up to me, placing his hands on my waist. "I guess I can come on strong, huh?" he asked.

God, feeling his dick press against mine and the heat and the soft-hard combo of fur and muscle against me was going to drive me wild. "Some, yeah," I admitted with a laugh. Then blushing, I added, "Part of me really likes it, but fuck it's intimidating too, you know?"

Mike didn't reply but just gave a sympathetic nod and leaned in for a soft kiss. We made out some, and it was incredible to feel the contrast between the gentle approach kissing and the mauling of his hands on my jock body, particularly my butt. Mr. K wasn't kidding about having a new toy. He seemed to really love my ass.

He walked me back to the bed and I went back down on the mattress with a motion of his that was between guiding and pushing. He quickly lost his bathrobe and joined me, covering my body with his older, more experienced one, feeling me up and kissing along my neck, my ear, my upper chest. Mike was in full-on horny mode and bring me there right with him.

Finally he lifted off and rolled to the side. His erection was dripping and rock hard and looked amazing against all that body hair. "All right buddy, get on all fours."

I was primed for Mike Keenan in full on control mode. I scrambled to do as the man asked, facing the headboard and feeling the man settle in behind me. Already his hands were cupping my glutes and feeling the smooth muscle.

"You got a hot fucking ass, Luke," he growled. He pawed at me another few seconds then reached for some lube. The first wet finger felt great, and went in pretty easy.

"You're looser today, buddy," Mike hissed. A second finger popped in.

"Yeah, probably," I responded. "After yesterday."

"I wanna keep you this way," came his deep voice. "Ready for me."

"Oh fuck, Mr. K," I whined. There was an edge to his tone that drove me wild. And as his prick pushed in, I felt a welcome pleasure, even with my residual tightness.

"Fuck yeah," Mike grunted as he felt my insides and pushed to bottom out. "Right back in the saddle."

His grip clenched roughly on my waist. Just as quickly as that thick cock pulled out, it barreled back in. And again. One hard thrust right after the other as Mr. K grunted deeply. "Ung. Ungh. Ung."

The man was fucking for his pleasure, not mine. Still I felt an excited thrill. I wouldn't say I enjoyed this nearly as much as the missionary mating the night before but it felt new to me. Animalistic and raw. I was hard even with the discomfort of the shafting.

Wham. Wham. Wham. That thick piece of hard dad meat was drilling steadily. Then the cadence went off. Mr. Keenan's rhythm was getting more spasmodic and jerky as he pounded me. Then I felt those fingers dig into my hips.

"FUCK!"

From his cry and the sudden stop of his thrusts, I knew the man was seeding me.

I loved every part of the experience, but I now regretted that I hadn't gotten off. The fuck had been too hard and too quick.

Thankfully I felt the man shift behind me and, prick still buried inside me, he leaned forward to press against, my back.

I loved the feeling of his kiss on my neck, but even more I loved the slickness of his palm as he wrapped his hand around my hardon. Mike didn't even need to do much. Just give slow soft pumps in and out of my guts while his fingers ran along my dick. I fired off, heavy and hard. I felt lightheaded when I came.

We were quiet as we uncoupled. The shame was coming back to me as I showered off. Shame that I enjoyed what others might see as a dominant, selfish fuck. Shame that there were funds in my Venmo account. Shame that I was falling for Mr. Keenan so hard. I knew I couldn't stay over in this hotel room, not tonight. I needed some space to think.

Mike had his robe back on. To this day a white terry bathrobe is a fetish for me. His tone was more serious. "You mad at me Luke?" he asked as he sat in the hotel chair and watched me get dressed.

I grimaced but shook my head no. "I didn't think I'd like sex that rough," I said softly.

I could see a sly grin from on his lips. But he continued. "I wasn't talking about the fuck."

God, the man could be intense, behind the suave businessman outgoingness and the friendly paternal vibe. It was like I was seeing the real Mr. Keenan. Intimidating, sure, but I also wondered if he had a hard time with real relationships. His marriage hadn't worked out, he was clearly estranged from his son, and he basically hired dates instead of having real girlfriends.

I paused, just holding the T shirt I was going to put back on. "Can I be blunt, Mr. K? You say you don't want a hooker, and yet have a way of treating me like one."

He was prepared for that. "You're not that, Luke. But I'm not ready for anything serious. I figure I can help you out, and you can help me out." He looked at me and could tell I still didn't get it. "Listen, it's not just sex. I love spending time with you buddy. You're a hell of a lot more fun than those sugar babies, I'll tell ya." He cracked a smile, and I had to as well.

"I guess," I said. Remembering Kimberly, I could imagine she'd be more work than fun.

My conciliatory tone made him happy, and I was glad to see the friendly Mr. Keenan return. "Well, it's just I don't always have the time or interest for all the other boyfriend bullshit. Checking in, looking after emotional needs, dealing with jealousy."

I gulped. I was starting to get a better picture of Mike. The side Rich hated. The side I should hate more.

He watched my reaction but continued. "I know that wouldn't be fun for you to deal with, so I want to make it worth your while."

"Make what worth my while?" I asked. Again, as persuasive as he was, I felt he kept talking around the sex part.

He laughed, almost amused at how astute I was. "Luke, I'm not going to pay you per sex act. Or per night. But..." his voice got conspiratorial. I wondered if he knew what that supportive dad-figure tone did for me, and just weaponized it to get his way. Honestly I think it just came naturally to him. "Well, bud, I'd love an arrangement when you're able to keep me company when I'm in DC." His blue eyes got an impish cast to them, and I knew he was in seal-the-deal mode. "I'm pretty sure we could have a lot of fun together."

"You wanna be my sugar daddy?" I asked, point blank. It's not that I was dumb, but I actually didn't think Mr. Keenan was outright going there.

He nodded. But his face had a caution to it. "Would it better if we ditched the labels?" he asked, a smirk on his face reminding me of his own no-labels policy.

"It would," I answered. Then. "OK if I think on it, Mike?"

"Of course," he said.

He stood up as I finished putting on my shoes. Seeing how handsome he was I almost asked if I could stay over again. But the vibe wasn't right for that.

As I made my way to the room door, Mr. K patted my shoulder. "You're a fine young man, Luke," he said. His fingers gave my muscle a little squeeze before letting go. "I mean that."

"Thanks, Mr. Keenan," I said.

***

The Uber ride was quick at that time of night. I'd have to come up with an excuse to my roommate while I was out again. I'd probably have to come up with a lot more excuses if I hung out more with Mr. K. Or, if he got me my own apartment, things would be easier. Meeting up with him. Having sex with him.

I pulled out my phone. I thought I'd hesitate before sending but I knew I knew my answer.

"You'll have to let me know how it works Mr. K," I texted. "But I'm in."

No labels. But if Mike Keenan was going to call himself my sugar daddy that was probably OK too.

I got a quick reply. "That makes me happy Luke. Talk tomorrow sexy."

I felt warm inside. Mike Keenan was going to make this worth my while. But I was determined to make it worth his, too.

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eisforeidolon · 7 months

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Questioner who is from Delaware: How long have you guys been friends?

Jared: Uhhh, I'm gonna say something weird. [Jensen leans in] I don't even have to look to know what's going on [points to Jensen], that's how weird it is, I don't even have to look. I'll say this, we all have our beliefs, you know? Like why we're here, what here is. This isn't the first lifetime we've been friends, so.

Audience: Aww.

Jared: Aww, what are y'all from Delaware or something? I - technically, objectively, this time around it was what, January 05? February 05?

Jensen: Well, that's when we met.

Jared: Yeah. [audience laughs] But he was team Dean, Gilmore Girls, for five years before that. Go Delaware.

Jensen: Um, I'll say this. When we met, there was certainly a pretty fast connection between he and I and it happened -

Jared: I was pretty, he was fast.

Jensen: Exactly. I've gotten faster with age. [Jared taps him and mouths Sorry] Don't apologize!

Jared: [laughs] It's true!

Jensen: Shoot. When we met was the day of - some of you have heard this story - was the day that we were auditioning for the roles in front of the studio and the network.

[continued below the cut]

Jensen: And usually when they do that they bring a few different actors to read for the same role, so I would go - I was assuming I would see, y'know, two three maybe even four other actors reading for the role of Dean. And then three to five guys reading for the role of Sam. When I walked in to the network building there was one guy sitting there. And it was this guy [points to Jared]. And I looked at the - I kinda gave him a nod, he gave me a nod, and I walked over to the sign in sheet - just like a doctor's office, you know, you go and check in.

Jared: What kinda name is that, Pada-Padaleski?

Jensen: Yeah, I was like how do you say your last name?

Jared: I dunno.

Jensen: You know you can change, change your name professionally, Misha Collins, and - [Jared cracks up] It's like, really missed the boat on that one, Pada-Pada-P-whatever-your-name-is. Um, no, but we met then and said kinda quick hey how you doin, what are you reading for? He's like, I'm reading for Sam. You? I'm reading for Dean. Oh, cool. And I sat down and we were kinda chillin there in the waiting room. And I was like, has anybody else been, has there been anybody? He's like no, you're - and it was just our two names on the sign in sheet. So I was like, this is kinda weird. He's like, I know. So we sat there kind of going over lines or whatever and somebody comes in and says you guys wanna come back? We'll bring you back, uh, together. And we're like, oh, alright. Usually they would bring us back individually, we would perform a scene with a-

Jared: A actor, B actor, C actor.

Jensen: Or a casting director or a casting director's assistant would read the lines opposite for you. But they brought us in together, into the room and so we read this scene, and it was the scene where Dean is trying to convince Sam to come on the road with him. And -

Jared: I can't do this without you?

Jensen: Yeah. Yeah, you know, dad gave me a .45, that scene. And we read the scene together for the first time in front of thirty suits. And immediately I was like, oh, this guy knows how to play. This guy, this guy, I can play ball with this guy. Like, immediately, I just - there was a sensibility that he had in his delivery, he was reacting to everything I was saying and it just felt really natural, so -

Jared: Super.

Jensen: Shhh, shhh, shhhh.

Norton: [rimshot]

Jared: [flails, bows to audience and blows kiss, slaps Jensen's shoulder, places hand to heart] Today's a good day.

Jensen: [chuckles] So we read the scene and then we left - they were like, okay just give us a few moments to talk it over. We walked out in like this other holding room, we were sitting there, and I was like, nice job man. And he was like, yeah, you too. And we're kinda sitting there and they come back out and were like okay they want you to come back in and we're gonna give you some notes and try some different things. And we're like, oh, oh, okay. We walked back in and they - in the room which this is very rare, like I don't even think I've ever heard of -

Jared: No.

Jensen: them doing this. They all stood up and just clapped and said congratulations, you guys are the new [?]. [audience applauds] So, so we left there knowing that we were about to work together. And I -

Jared: We bought so much shit, Ferraris - [both laugh]

Jensen: We - and I think it was you? We - I think we exchanged phone numbers -

Jared: Yeah.

Jensen: Like, right then. And then it was not a day or two later that he invited me over to his house. And we played ping pong. And it was then and there that a friendship was born.

Jared: Amen. I'm gonna tell two other stories that are kinda funny. So I lived - for those of y'all who are familiar with Los Angeles and the valley area? There are a lot of, uh, [laughs] there are a lot of, uh, [pause] adult videos filmed in the area. And I lived next to an adult video acts, actor -

Audience member: Emporium?

Jared: Pornium? Is that what you call it? I'll use your word, she said pornium. Um, and so Jensen came over and we're like two twenty year old guys, twenty seven year old guys. We're both in relationships. But during the night we're playing ping pong with a keg and all these [pause] actresses are, like, coming in and out.

Jensen: Performers.

Jared: He's like, who do you, where do you live, dude? I'm like, I dunno. But then, I've never told this story publicly, [points at Jensen] and I wonder if you remember it -

Jensen: Oh, I remember it.

Jared: No no no no no, not that one. We're not doing that one. I haven't - [audience laughter]

Jensen: I mean whaaaat?

Jared: There's several stories. But this is one, and we've never talked about this, ever. I don't know if you even recall -

Jensen: Maybe for a reason?

Jared: Let's do it in public. [Jensen laughs] Not a word of a lie, when we met, we were auditioning, one of my makeup artists on Gilmore Girls was talking about, like, eyepatches and stuff? 'Cause I get a little squinty if I don't sleep - or whatever, allergies, my eyes are really reactive. And I met Jensen and I think it was between the first time we read and the second time we read, for the suits. And I was like, hey dude, like how do you get your eyes so big? [audience laughs] Do you remember that? [Jensen gives him an incredulous look, mouthing no] You gave me - he gave me [points] that look! I was like, 'cause I was like, oh, he knows some shit I don't. What do you do to make your eyes big? He's like, what? I - I don't know, like -

Jensen: Open them?

Jared: Basically. You don't recall that?

Jensen: I do recall you being more squinty when you were younger.

Jared: Fair enough, fair enough, yeah.

Jensen: He had this, like, [makes face] he was so brooding. Y'all remember that? Like beginning of the unnatural show we're talking about?

Jared: [affected dramatic voice] Wait wait wait. What're you talking about?

Jensen: [mockingly similar voice] How do you get your eyes so big? [points at eyes, shakes head, makes what gesture]

Jared: Dude, I love Keanu Reeves, what can I say?

Jensen: So wait, what'd that have to do with the makeup artist?

Jared: Oh, she was talking about, because my eyes were -

Jensen: Oh, you were asking -

Jared: So I had just come - I was still on Gilmore Girls and if I didn't sleep well, my eyes would kind of not really open? And she was like, well, you can put cucumbers or whatever on your eyes to help them open up. But then I met you and I was like, you have giant eyeballs, what do you do? It's true. And eyeball, the word eyeball, was first coined by whom? The bard.

Audience member: Thank you.

Jared: Yeah. Thank you. Yeah, the ball of your eye -

Jensen: [incredulous] What the hell are you talking about?

Jared: I dunno. Something -

Jensen: By the way, bro, I thought you were going to tell the story about, uh -

Jared: No no no! I'm not telling - that's for us.

Jensen: Chrissy?

Jared: [cracks up] From Beaverton?

Jensen: From Beaverton, Oregon.

Jared: True story, true story.

Jensen: It was a neighbor who came over and had a very interesting conversation with us. But I won't tell you what. [emphatically] It's inappropriate!

Jared: She was very lovely, she was nice. Thank you Delaware, thank you, Janine. Let's change the subject, please.

Jensen: Let's do.

#dccon 2023 #j2 main panel #long post

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Oh my loveliest nonny writer. I'm in great need of some protective Sam vibes, with a sick or hurt reader who hides it to not make a fuss, she's afraid the others think she's too weak to be in the team, cause she's new. But Sam noticing her being hurt or sick and goes all in full blown protective mode. And takes cares of her 🥹😪 and makes sure that she can trust him. 💔

"my loveliest nonny writer" 🥹🥹 i'm swear my heart is ready to explode. you guys are just all so sweet. i hope you enjoy and thank you so much 💛

Pairing - Sam Wilson x Reader Sam Wilson Masterlist | Anon's 1K Celebration

i'll take care of you.

Sam Wilson is the epitome of caretaker. He is Caretaker with a capital C. He notices something off with you the moment he walks into the conference room, far before anyone else does.

Your head is tipped into your hand, eyes slightly glassy, flushed pallor.

"You look like hell."

You barely move - another sign that you're not feeling good. Your eyes dart over to him as he stands over you, "Thanks."

"Go get some rest. I'll catch you up on anything you miss," Sam offers, concern painting his face.

You wave him off, or at least, you try to wave him off, "I'm fine. It's just allergies."

He presses a hand to your forehead, his lips pursing in distaste, "Allergies don't give you a fever. Go back to bed. I'll check on you when the meeting's over."

You softly grunt in objection, "No."

You know you're being stubborn, but the whole reason you dragged yourself out of bed this morning was to prove a point. You wanted to prove you could handle whatever this team threw at you - even if that was just a little virus.

The point was getting a little murky with the fever, but it was a point nonetheless. You shake your head, making yourself a little dizzy.

"Listen, you're not helping anyone by being here like this. Help us by helping yourself," Sam softly explains like he can see exactly what's going on without you even having to tell him. "And if anyone gives you shit for it, I'll kick their ass. Promise."

"Sam..." you grumble.

"Go or I'll carry you out of here."

Your glare is softened by how miserable you look. "You're really bossy, you know?"

It doesn't stop there. Not with Sam Wilson as your Caretaker.

He was right, even if you don't want to admit it. Because after he sent you away, the second your head hits the pillow, you're out like a light. You're not sure how long you've slept until you're suddenly awoken by Sam's presence.

"Knock, knock," Sam announces himself, entering your room armed with the sick survival kits of sick survival kits.

You sleepily groan, "Aren't you supposed to do that before you walk into a room? How did you even get in here?

"The door," Sam cheekily replies.

"It was locked."

"I may or may not have a key."

"We'll talk about this when I can see straight."

Sam crouches down to the edge of your bed. He presses a hand to your forehead again. "You're still burning up. You might have the flu."

You halfheartedly push him away. "The flu is contagious, Sam. Go away."

"Just let me take care of you."

"You don't have to."

"I want to." He tenderly strokes the hair out of your face. "This would be a lot more romantic if you weren't all sweaty."

"I hate you."

"And in spite of how mean you're being, I brought you a few things." He reaches for his bag, unpacking item by item. "Tissues. Cooling rags. Plenty of fluids, Gatorade, ginger ale, and some tea. But most importantly, my mom's world famous chicken soup. Perfect for when you're feeling sick."

"You take such good care of me," you hum, reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. "My favorite nurse."

"I think you're delirious," Sam chuckles. His heart fluttering at your sweet caress. He reaches over you, pulling your thick cover over you, tucking you in. He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, "I'll always take care of you."

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𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

This a rp meme of random sentences from film, TV, books, and music, change names/titles/pronouns as needed.

"I don't need a sword."

"The password is 'eagle', you apes."

"I have to tell you a secret that will see you through all the trials that life can offer. Have courage and be kind."

"When life gives you lemons, just say ‘fuck the lemons’, and bail."

"Tell me that isn't what I think it is."

"I know I’m safe as long as I’m here."

"Higher. Further. Faster, Baby."

"That's it, dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!"

"You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires."

"You still alive, Baby?"

"______, _______ forgot the password again."

"That is mahogany!"

"Oh, it’s a beautiful dress! Did you ever see such a beautiful dress?"

"Why think separately of this life than the next, when one is born from the last?"

"I will always find you."

" I know my value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't really matter."

"I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady … Oh look, you’re here too!"

"Look, who finally decided to grow claws after all."

"Name one hero who was happy."

"We can go home... imagine it."

"Wherever you are is home."

"I always knew I would have to stay."

"I miss you when I least expect it."

"May our next meeting be joyful."

"Oh, great, now I’m the bad guy."

"And I don't know when I'll see you again."

"I cannot stop thinking of you. From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit, my thoughts of you never end. I am yours, ______________. I have always been yours."

"You can stand tall without standing alone."

"She is life itself."

"What is it, truly, to admire a woman? To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty, so much so that all your senses crumble that you would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her. To honor her being with your deeds and words. That is what the true poet describes."

"I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THIS!"

"To meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart."

"To the stars who listen––and the dreams that are answered."

"That still only counts as one!"

"When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist."

"Are you aware the shape I'm in?"

"Bye, my darling."

"You posses a rare beauty, my love, in here. Never lose it. It will serve you well when you are queen."

"Most people around here have too many words and nothing to say."

"Do as ________ says."

"He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none."

"Mistress mine. My will is thine. Tell me your wishes three."

"If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?"

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Lucky Day

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(Y/N) was sitting on the edge of Dean's bed, staring at him and holding his hand in between her hands. She was feeling an array of emotions as she stares at Dean's unconscious body. She frowns then let's out a small sigh while Dean was staring at her.

"I feel like I should be saying something...." (y/n) started to say and Dean looks her over. "But...I can't really think of anything. The only thing I can say is...I miss you, Dean. Even when you're being a smartass." She said and Dean smirks a bit at this. "I just..." (y/n) whispers then she holds on to his hand tighter then brings his hand up to her lips and kisses it.

"(Y/n)..." Dean said as he walks up to her then kneels down to her. "I wish you could hear me cause there's alot of things I'd like to say to you." Dean said and he goes to place his hand on her left shoulder.

Just as he does this, (y/n) felt something cold on her left shoulder. She places her right hand on her shoulder then turns her head slightly, almost looking at the spot that Dean was residing. Dean let's out a small gasp as (y/n) looks around the spot and whispered. "Dean?"

Suddenly, Sam enters the room quietly, clutching a brown paper bag in his arms, and (y/n) turns to him. "What's that?" She asked him. Sam looks at her then sighs as he pulls the object out of the bag. "Something I'd hope would help talk to Dean." He said then he looks around the room.

"(Y/n) and I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk." Sam said and he shows (y/n) a ouija board while Dean stares at his brother as he stands up.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean grumbles as (y/n) gives Sam a confused look. "A ouija board? Seriously?" She said. "You got any better ideas?" Sam asked her as he circles around the bed. "Good point." She said and the two sit cross legged on the floor.

Sam opens the box and pulls out the board and the two place their hands on the pointer. "Dean? Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as Dean scoffs. "God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." He said as he sits opposite them in front of the board. "I feel like I should be at an all girl's slumber party." (Y/n) said and Dean looks over at her and grins. "Shall we braid each other's hair, Sam?" She asked, teasingly.

"Shut up." Sam said and (y/n) rolls her eyes at him. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work." Dean said and he places his fingers on the pointer with Sam's and (y/n)'s fingers and slowly, concentrating, slides it to "YES" on the board. Sam and (y/n) gasp while Dean's jaw drops.

"I'll be damned." He said and Sam laughs in relief. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam said. "Damn straight." Dean said and he places his fingers on the pointer again and starts sliding it.

"Dean, what?" (Y/n) said, confused, just as the pointer goes to some letters.

"H?"

"U?"

"Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked after he and (y/n) read off the letters. The pointer slides back to "YES"

"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" (Y/n) asked, worriedly

"One question at a time, guys." Dean said then he moves the pointer again. "What is it?" Sam and (y/n) asked and the pointer slides again during the following, to R, E, A, P. "I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up." Dean said and (y/n) gasped.

"A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" She asked and the pointer slides to YES. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam said as Dean nods. "Yeah, you can't kill death." He said.

"Man, you're, um..." Sam stammers.

"I'm screwed, guys." Dean said and (y/n) starts to sob then shakes her head. "No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way." She said as she stands up and starts to pacing. "There's gotta be a way." She said as Sam stands up.

"Dad'll know what to do." Sam said and he takes her hand and the two leave the room.

Sam and (y/n) enters John's room but they were greeted with an empty bed. "Dad." Sam whispered as (y/n) looks around, worried.

That night, Sam and (y/n) come back into Dean's room while Sam had John's journal in his hands. "Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam said as (y/n) sits on the edge of Dean's bed.

"Where is he?" Dean asked. "But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here." Sam said and he flips open the journal and leafs through it, glancing up at Dean's unconscious form, occasionally, while (y/n) looks at Dean with worry.

Dean comes to stand behind Sam and reads over his shoulder. "Thanks for not giving up on me, guys." Dean said Sam turns to a page that says Reapers. (y/n) stands up and reads the page just as Dean leans over and reads something. His eyes go wide. "Son of a bitch." He growls and he leaves, stalking down the hallway until he sees...

Tessa is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed differently. "Hi, Dean." She said. "You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, uh, a pretty girl. You are much prettier than the last reaper I met." Dean said to her as he paces along the room.

"I was wondering when you would figure it out." Tessa said to him. "I should have known. That whole accepting fate rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out." Dean said to her. "It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want." She replied.

"What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with me?" Dean asked her. "You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me." She replied. "Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?" He asked.

"How death is nothing to fear." She said as she goes up yo him and touches his cheek. "It's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already."

Sam was standing on the window side of Dean's bed, hands in his pockets, while (y/n) went to find some food. "Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as he looks around. "We couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But we'll keep trying, all right?" Sam said, sadly. "As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with Dad. We'll kill each other, you know that. And poor (y/n)...she'd be crushed." He said then he looks down at Dean.

"Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?" He asked.

Dean was staring out a dark window. "Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but...you've gotta make an exception, you've gotta cut me a break." Dean pleads to Tessa. "Stage three: bargaining." Tessa said. "I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um, war, and they need me." Dean said to her. "The fight's over." She said. "No, it isn't." Dean growls.

"It is for you. Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them." Tessa said to him. "My brother and (y/n). They could die without me." Dean said, desperately. "Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death." Tessa said.

"I think I'll pass on the seventy-two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway." Dean said. "That's funny. You're very cute." Tessa said, smiling. "There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do." Dean yells.

"Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent." She said and Dean turns to her, shocked.

"What are you saying?" He asked. "Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt." She said and Dean sits on the bed while she behind him. She strokes his hair tenderly.

"It's time to put the pain behind you." She said. "And go where?" Dean asked her. "Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?" She asked him.

As he turns to look at her, the lights start flickering, a familiar buzzing starts. "What are you doing that for?" Dean asked her. "I'm not doing it." She said. They both turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon ichor pour out of it.

"What the hell?" Dean asked while Tessa looks at it, shocked. "You can't do this! Get away!" She shouts at the black cloud.

"What's happening?!" Dean asked, frantically. Tessa screams as the demon flows into her mouth. She turns to Dean, her eyes glowing yellow. "Today's your lucky day, kid." She said and she places a hand on Dean's forehead; he convulses.

Sam was standing in the corner while (y/n), who had returned from the kitchen, was sitting on the bed just as Dean gasps, waking up suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat. "Dean?" (Y/n) said, shocked while Sam runs to the hallway. "Help! I need help!" He yells.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." The doctor said the next morning. "Thanks, doc." Dean said and the doctor leaves while Dean turns to Sam and (y/n).

"So you guys said a Reaper was after me?" Dean asked them. "Yeah." Sam and (y/n) said. "How'd I ditch it?" Dean asked them. "You got us." Sam said, shrugging.

"Dean, you really don't remember anything?" (Y/n) asked him. "No. Except this pit in my stomach. Guys, something's wrong." Dean said just as there was a knock at the door; and they look over to see John hovering in the doorway.

"How you feeling, dude?" John asked Dean. "Fine, I guess. I'm alive." Dean said and John nods. "That's what matters." He said.

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked him, angrily. "I had some things to take care of." John replied. "Well, that's specific." Sam growls. "Come on, Sam." Dean said, exasperated.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked John. "No." John said. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asked as Dean and (y/n) shake their heads. "Can we not fight?" John asked, pleadingly, and Sam stares at him in shock. "You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" He said.

"John, are you all right?" (Y/n) asked him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired." John replied then he looks at Sam. "Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" He asked. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam said and he leaves the room. (Y/n) looks between John and Dean, feeling that they need to talk. "I'll go with him." She said and she follows Sam out of the room.

John looks after them, sadly, as Dean looks at his father. "What is it?" He asked John. "You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd...You'd say It's okay, Dad." John said then he pauses as tears filled his eyes.

"Dean, I'm sorry." He whispers.

"What?" Dean asked, confused. "You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." John said.

"This really you talking?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Yeah, it's really me." John replied. "Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked as John comes closer and puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay? And for (y/n), too." John said. "Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me." Dean said, alittle confused and alittle scared. "Don't be scared, Dean." John said.

Then he leans over and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean pulls back in shock, processing, while John leaves. Dean stares after him.

Sam and (y/n) walk back to the room, Sam carrying a cup of coffee. The two look into a room and see John on the floor. "Dad?!" Sam exclaimed, shocked. Dropping the cup, Sam runs to John's side, kneeling over him, while (y/n) screamed out for help.

Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt to resuscitate John. Dean, Sam and (y/n) hover in the doorway, and a nurse tries to push them out. "No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean pleads and the nurse moves away as the trio watch. "Come on." Dean said, desperately.

"Okay, stop compressions." The doctor said.

"Come on, come on." Dean whispers as the nurse goes to get a pulse from John. "Still no pulse." She said and the doctor sighs. "Okay, that's it everybody. I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am." He said while the boys watch over, devastated, and (y/n) places her hands over her mouth.

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A little late, but finally, here are my thoughts about MSATD 4x06!

Absolutely LOVE the way it started. Because of course these two would wind up being chased around an abandoned factory by a guy Eliza DRUGGED THIS IS THE THIRD TIME SHE'S POISONED SOMEONE AND I LOVE HER FOR IT

"I used to box for County Harwick" "does that mean something?" "IT MEANS QUITE A LOT" absolutely PERISHING it reminds me of that post about the person who pretended not to know what Harvard was

(also from a writing perspective I loooooooooooove the vibes of just throwing us into the middle/end of a case, showing us that they've been working on quite a few cases together! Plus it's just a fun way of writing things)

I'm very proud of Eliza for working with a large staff well and being able to handle things on her own!

UGH FITZROY'S JERK DAD SHOWED UP I HATE THAT GUY

Okay this was probably my favorite case of the season. The suspense, the way it handled Fitzroy's struggle over being given that promotion, and the culmination was *chef's kiss*

I read this post about how Eliza's allegiance is to the truth, while Nash's isn't to money, but to the memory and legacy of his brother and this episode DEFINITELY hammered that point home! The scene where he was struggling with whether or not to kill that guy? SO well done, Felix Scott has got mad skills

(also while I am not a Patrick x Eliza shipper.... from an objective point of view they had some GOOD moments in this episode)

(I mean come on. "you're the only one who's ever believed in me"? Him putting down the gun for her and only shooting O'Driscoll when he tried to kill Eliza? Those are some pretty immaculate vibes. I'm still ride or die for Williza, but I can see where the Patrick x Eliza shippers are coming from)

(okay and the moment in Patrick's cell where he said that he wanted her to believe he was a good person and she said that would never happen (affectionate), but then he said "Perhaps not. But I'll keep trying anyways"? Giving SERIOUS Rose In Bloom vibes. If you know, you know)

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE PLOT I also really really really LOVED the last scene between Fitzroy and his father. He stood up to him!! And told him that he didn't care if he was disappointed in him!! And the fact that he might not have a lot of ambition wasn't painted as a bad thing!! I LOVED IT A LOT OKAY

Oh also I didn't really like Phelps taking William's place at first, but the idea's grown on me a lot in this past episode. I liked the part where he basically told Fitzroy that he shouldn't be doing this job to get a pat on the back-- while I get where my boy Fitzroy was coming from, and Phelps is definitely a lot harsher than I approve of, it reminded me of a scene in The Rookie. And therefore gets a pass. I also liked the way it showed that Fitzroy and Phelps are at their best when they're working together!

Oh and! I liked the moment where Eliza and Mr. Potts were talking and she finally elected to be honest with him, and that's what won him over. EXCELLENT scene, I really liked it

(also I loved how Fitztroy, when he was Stressed, rubbed his hand over his face like William does. These are the things I obsessively notice. I have issues)

And then I REALLY liked the ending. The whole "Eliza goes to work for Nash" plotline has never been my absolute favorite. It just doesn't feel super true to who she is-- instead of being the only female detective in the city, she's a female detective working under Nash. And while I did enjoy their partnership more than I expected, I'm so glad to see her back in her own office, where she belongs. And she finally changed the name at the top of the sign!!

(and OBVIOUSLY I loved the William flashback at the end)

So overall, this was a really fun season!! Even though I was sad to not have William for the last two episodes, they were still really fun. Eliza and Patrick have great chemistry together on screen, and they're a really fun duo to watch!

Also, even those I missed Moses a LOT, I enjoyed some of the new characters-- namely, Clarence-- and the focus on some of the old ones, like Fitzroy and Phelps!!

And I DEFINITELY can't wait for the next season

#msatd #msatd spoilers #msatd s4 #miss scarlet and the duke #eliza scarlet #william wellington #patrick nash #not gonna lie to y'all i'm a little nervous for this next season #mainly because of the whole romance side of things #but overall i'm excited to see what happens next!

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midnightmah07 · 5 months

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Finally got to the drabble >:)

"i dont get why you dragged me to your room... n-not that I mind ofcourse. "

"isn't it obvious? I just wanted to spend time with you. You don't know how excited I've been! "

As Epel felt a blush creep up to his cheeks, Poppy was simply smiling at him. After finally arriving for the raffle, Poppy had insisted for Epel to spend time with her. He had his objections such as "what about roommates? " or "is this even allowed", but they were ignored by him in favor of spending some time with the brunette who seemed just as eager as him, if not more.

So now the duo sat on Poppy's bed, happily chatting away and catching up. After all, conversations never felt the same on call.

"Ah.. I almost forgot. Granny sent in some apple juice for you. Made it clear that I shouldn't forget giving it to you. "

He shrugged as his companion chuckled and kissed his cheek. It was a quick peck but Epel was easy to fluster as he watched his girlfriend gush at the gesture.

"Aww! Honestly you spoil me too much. Tell her I said thanks and that I'll send her some of those flowers she likes as a token of my gratitude . "

As her eyes laid back of Epel's form, she failed to stiffle a giggle. It was a silly sounding laughter, one Epel was all too familiar with. His voice took a suspecious tone.

"what's wrong? Why are you laughing like that...? "

"i may have decided to get dolled up for the occasion and now you also may have a kiss mark on your cheek from the lipstick I wore. "

"EHHH?! WILL IT COME OFF?? I HAVE TO GO TO MY ROOM LATER AND IF THE GUY-"

"And so what if the guys see? Are you too embarrassed .... BY ME?! "

"WHAT NO I DIDN'T SAY THAT! "

"Alright then, you shouldn't mind what I do. "

Before Epel could register what she said, she lightly tackled him peppering his face in kisses. While she herself was shy of PDA, in private, she got more playful taking on a more teasing nature at times.

~🍎~

"Hmm so Epel is missing from the rooms.... "

"It's fine Isa, I'm sure he is with Poppy or just roaming around. "

"Still its better for me to make sure he gets to his room, after all we are responsible for the students Adeline. "

With that the dorm head and vice walked to the freshman room, knocking on the door. With the lack of response but the sound of giggles, Isabelle decided to open the door. She needed to make sure Epel was in his room before midnight.

"Poppy, Epel needs to go back to his room. All the others are in theirs and-"

"Oops.... "

As Isabelle and Adeline heads peeked through the room, they saw Poppy beside Epel who was covered in a soft shade of lipstick. His entire face red. It was frankly hard to tell if he was flustered or embarrassed at being caught.

I don't know how I did literally writing this before bed but I wanted to send it in also i dont know if Epel turned out too OOC

KSJSKSHKSJSJSD THIS IS SO CUTE THEY'RE SO SWEET???? THEY'RE SO??? HIGH SCHOOL COUPLE GOALS OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM😭😭😭

I don't think Epel seemed ooc at all!! He seemed pretty in character if anything 💙

#💙! mah's answers #💙! Addie's writting!#💙! addie<3

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BYLER SHORT FIC

Mike and Will are almost finishing college, they're approximately 26 years old, and one weekend they decide to do a little trip to Hawkins. They always do, to visit their parents and their friends but this time is different. Mike feels something weird, but he doesn't tell Will at the moment.

So they pack all their D&D stuff, their luggages and get in the car. Mike puts some kind of music and starts singing while driving and he looks at Will every time he can. Will just rolls his eyes and laughs thinking *Why am I completely in love with THIS guy?* and Mike just continues driving, because he loves driving with Will by his side.

When they get to Hawkins, they go directly to Mike's house. In all their other trips to Hawkins, Mike didn't want to go to his basement. He had good memories of the place, but the bad memories of when Will moved to Lenora were still stronger than the good ones. And Will knew, but he didn't want to pressure Mike about it, so they always stayed in Mike's room or at Luca's or Dustin's to play D&D.

But Mike wants to try. He wants to turn that place into a happy place again. Because it was once. For him and he know that it was for Will too.

So he just stands up in front of his basement door and keeps staring at it. He looks serious. Will walks at him and holds his hand. Mike looks at him, who's smiling.

"You want to go in?" Will says, trying to give him courage.

"Yeah... I guess so." Mike replies and tries to smile back at Will.

"I'm here with you, you're not alone, you know that, right? We're doing this together!" Will says, taking Mike's hand, giving a gentle kiss in its back.

"Crazy together?" Mike asks and tears starts falling off his eyes.

"Crazy together..." Will replies, still looking at Mike and the next moment their hands are together in the door handle.

They open it together and go in. Will starts to observe the place. "Wow, these are still here..." He walks near the wall and touches some of his old drawings that are suspended.

"Yeah... I think 99% of my basement is you" Mike says, but still a little bit nervous.

Will looks at the mess and he feels guilty about it. He knows Mike missed him, but he didn't understand the dimension of the situation. "I'm sorry... for everything. We're gonna clean this up and it's going to be exactly like before"

"Hey... you don't have to apologize! Never! It was not your fault. I didn't know how to deal with my internal problems, I did this to myself. I pushed you away and I think I never really forgave myself for that..." Mike starts crying.

"Do you still feel this way about yourself?" Will asks him, feeling awful for it.

"Of course, it was the most painful time of my life and I was horrible with you, I made you suffer too... it was all my fault!" Mike cries and Will just approaches him, letting Mike fall in his arms.

Will lets Mike cry. He needs that. But after some minutes, Mike stops crying and Will notices it. "Hey!" Will holds Mike's chin up, softly. "That was not your fault, okay? We were kids, the world was and is still messed up and of course we didn't know what to do. You were trying to figure things out, just like me. I've pushed you away too, and I felt terrible about it. But everything is ok now, I'm here! We're together! You don't have to feel this guilt... I know it's hard, but it's gonna be okay... and... and I love you!" Will dries Mike's tears with his thumb and then he cups Mike's head while uniting their foreheads.

"I love you too!" Mike says, looking at Will's eyes.

"So... let's clean this mess!!!" Will steps aside and grabs a broom that was behind the door. "This one is for you" He throws the broom in Mike's direction and starts to take some old objects to throw away. He turns up the radio and starts dancing and cleaning the place . Mike just melts with the view.

They spend all afternoon cleaning the basement and when it's over Mike looks amazed. "I missed that..."

"Me too!" Will smiles at him. "But there's something missing... I'll come back in a minute!" He makes a funny face and goes upstairs.

Mike takes a look at the basement. He takes a deep breath. It's hard, but the pain is not like it was before. He is surprised with the fact that he could smile again in this place.

Will appears and he's carrying their D&D stuff. Mike can't help himself but smile from ear to ear. Will puts the stuff on the table and starts to set up the game board. He sits on the floor and look up to Mike. "Hey, come here with me!" And Mike sits beside him.

"Let's start a new party, you and me..." Mike says, almost questioning him. His face is burning. He really wants to know Will's answer. As if it wasn't obvious.

"I'd love that!" Will says it with a soft voice and eyes glowing while he smiles and holds Mike's hands. "Okay, let's do it!"

"OH MY GOD!!!" Mike screams and then jumps. Will gets scared with his action, but he laughs.

"What happened???" Will is confused.

"If we want to do this, we need one more thing!!!" Mike looks thrilled.

"What is it?" Will asks, curious, but Mike doesn't answer, he just gets up and goes in the direction of his closet.

He opens the door and smiles. "That's it!" He picks up Will's cleric costume that was still hidden there and Will opens his mouth in surprise.

"Wow, I think I haven't seen this in like... more than 10 years, I think? You really kept it there!!"

"How could I not?" Mike says and Will doesn't even imagine that Mike looked at his costume every single day in that summer. "So... I don't think it's going to fit you anymore, you've really grown up and..." Mike takes a look at him and gets a little shy, but he continues. "But anyways, you have to try it on!"

While Will tries to dress up, Mike takes a shield of his closet.

"I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!" Will starts laughing and jumping like a ten year old kid. "You don't use this since you were like eight or something like this... you always thought you looked embarrassing."

"That's not true!" He raises his brows but he gives up. "Yeah... that's true, but I was an idiot, I don't care about this right now..."

"I think it is the cutest thing ever!" Will points at his shield. "That's why I draw it for you!" His cheeks start getting red, and Mike thinks it's even cuter because he has his cleric hat on.

"You're the cutest thing ever, Will the wise!" Mike touches Will's nose with his fingertips and they laugh to each other.

They sit around the table but Will gets up again and Mike gets confused.

He opens all the drawers trying to find something, until he finds a paint brush, a red and a yellow paint. "I knew it was somewhere here!" He sits again, and turns into Mike's direction. Mike is holding his shield and Will takes his paint brush and opens the can of paint. He starts making his art in the shield. He draws a big heart in it and on the top of the heart, he paints a crown, like he did in that painting years ago.

"You're the heart! You've always been... my heart!"

Will's eyes are shining. They always shine, but this time, they were even brighter, and even if Mike loved Will since a long time ago, he has never felt so in love like right now, and he didn't know this was possible. They lock eyes for a minute and Mike just spills out "Will you marry me?"

Idk if this enter in a short fic category but I've seen a post from @bylertruther with a reblog from @heroesbyler talking about Will and Mike proposing to each other and I thought about something so I had to write it here too

(And I'm sorry for my writing, English is not my first language 😅)

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler is canon #byler endgame #byler is endgame #stranger things #byler nation #mike wheeler i know what you are #byler season 4 #byler is requited #byler fic #byler headcanons #byler hc #byler headcanon

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The Final Mission

Masterlist

This takes place before the mission that led to Rowena getting arrested

CW: ref to past abuse, implied child abuse, ref to murder

Something big was coming. Marcus was away more than usual, and when he was at the house he locked himself away in his study.

Rowena and Evangeline were grateful for the time off. Without their mentor watching their every move they could go and do as they pleased. For Evangeline this meant going shopping and clubbing with her rich, vacant 'friends', while Rowena spent every moment she could with Paz.

It wasn't exactly easy - Paz had his apprenticeship to finish, and even with Marcus's distraction the risk of him finding out loomed over Rowena every day.

Still, she was grateful for her only friend. They'd met when she was only 12, four years of isolation and fear stripping away her childhood extroversion. So when a boy with a grin offered to help her find tinned tomatoes she leapt at the the chance for a connection.

It didn't take long for Rowena to learn that friends really were forbidden. She was confused at first - Evangeline had friends - but then she realised Eva's friends were only associates, people who only cared about her because she was rich and pretty.

But even Marcus's many warnings and punishments couldn't stop Rowena from having a friend.

"Guess what? That guy - the hot one with the abs?"

"Yeah..."

"Not gay." Paz threw his hands in the air. "Can you believe it? This must be like, what? The third guy I've flirted with who's not gay."

Rowena cackled. "You're gaydar is broken."

"At this point I think it's a myth. I mean seriously, is no one in this town gay?"

"Rude."

"You don't count. And speaking of - any cute girls catch your eye lately?"

"As I've said before, I'm not looking for a relationship- or a hook-up," she added before he could say it.

"Well you're missing out." Paz swigged the bottle of cheap red wine he'd brought with him. "You should come clubbing with me! No one there is exactly 'relationship material' but when they're drunk they're all bisexual."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"Oh, trust me it is. It doesn't have to be sexual, it's more like... platonic drunk kissing." Rowena raised an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look, you know what I mean."

"Well-" the sound of a phone ringing interrupted her. "Shit. Sorry, I've got to take this." Paz gave her a knowing look.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Why?"

"Meeting with Marcus. Now." Rowena didn't get a chance to reply before Evangeline hung up.

"Let me guess, you've got to go."

"Sorry, I'll catch up with you soon." She stood up, collecting her things together.

"You're 19, Ro. You shouldn't have to sneak around your shitty dad all the time." Rowena resisted the urge to wince.

"It's complica-"

"Complicated. Right." He sighed, standing up to give her a hug. "Don't let him get you down."

"I won't."

___

Evangeline was already waiting in Marcus's office, face stoic. Rowena entered, excuses on the tip of her tongue as Marcus looked at her.

"Now that you're both here, I can tell you about your next mission." He pushed two identical files forward. "The target is the Crown Prince of Voscland."

What? Rowena blinked. That wasn't a mission, it was suicide.

"It should not look accidental, though you should avoid being too dramatic." He gave Evangeline a pointed look. "Your cover identities have been arranged, all the information you need prior to your arrival is in your folders."

"How long do we have to prepare, sir?" Evangeline asked, ever the soldier.

"You will leave in four weeks, and have six months to complete the objective. Should you fail to do so, additional time may be allocated." Marcus looked back at his desk in clear dismissal.

In the corridor, Rowena faced Evangeline. "This is insane. How the hell are we meant to assassinate a prince?"

"If you want to tell him you're out, go ahead," Eva shrugged. "It's no different to any other mission, we just have to be more careful. This should appeal to your moral compass anyway - the Voscland royals aren't exactly known for being nice people."

"And what would you know about having a moral compass?"

Eva laughed, flicking through her file. "I know it's a lot easier not having one. Can't say I won't enjoy living in a palace for six months. Even if it is as a... servant?"

It was Rowena's turn to laugh. "It'll be a wonder if you're not fired within a week. Whose idea was it to make you a servant?"

"Ha ha ha. You're such a comedian. Why don't you go make out with your boyfriend - you won't be seeing him for a while."

Rowena glanced back at the door to Marcus's study, paling slightly. "Keep your fucking voice down."

"What? You thought I didn't know? You should be more careful if you don't want to see him on a mortuary slab. If Marcus left enough of him to piece together."

Rowena slammed her against the wall, arm pressed over her throat. "You tell him anything, and you'll find yourself at the bottom of a lake."

"Relax. I'm not going to tell him anything." In a smooth motion Evangeline twisted, pinned Rowena to the wall, one arm twisted up behind her back. "And besides, leverage is useful."

tag list: @i-eat-worlds

#land of liars #mortiawrites #whump #whump writing

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aidenlyons · 3 months

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When they finally get back to the apartment, Aiden shows Jake around but they don't get much time before movers start arriving. Jake stays to help the best he can, even if mostly that means following directions. The finishing touch are some photos in the bedroom.

A: So what do you think?

J: I think it's amazing, and so perfectly you.

A: I'm glad you like it. I want you to like it here, too.

J: Don't worry, Aiden. There's no way you could keep me away.

A: Good. I'd miss your face too much.

J: Just my face?

A: Shut up.

J: I'll get you a proper housewarming present later, but.. here.

Jake pulls out a rose from inside his jacket and offers it to Aiden.

A: Jake... when did you... It's beautiful. Smells so pretty.

J: You like it?

A: I love it. I have something for you, too.

A: I know I only mentioned this, but.. I want you to have this.

J: Wait, really? This is a key?

A: Yeah. You can come over whenever you want. I'll always want you here.

J: Careful what you wish for, babe. You might just get it.

A: Here's hoping.

J: Seriously. I know what this means. I mean.. how much it means to you. You wouldn't give a key away easily. I mean, I just.. Thank you for trusting me.

A: Always. You're the one I trust the most. I'm sorry if I'm not-

J: Aiden... stop. I told you, you don't owe me anything.

A: I know. It's just.. believing that is sometimes difficult. You're too perfect sometimes.

J: Nah. It just doesn't matter to me. Learning every secret, every single thing. Do I want to? Sure. Whether I do or not? Doesn't change who you are.

Aiden feels near tears.

No one has EVER so easily accepted him. Aiden doesn't know what it is about Jake, but it feels like he's in freefall and he wonders if this is what falling in love is like.

A: Thank you.. For not giving up on me.

J: As if I'm gonna back out now. I got the hottest guy in school.

In a shocking move, Jake grabs Aiden and dips him into an intense kiss to prove his point since he could just see his stubborn boyfriend starting to object. Aiden is too shocked to do anything but kiss back. It's sexy, the reminder that Jake's muscles aren't just for show.

Once Jake leaves and Aiden is alone for the night in his new apartment, he finds himself surprisingly lonely. It's quiet. Even before Jake's he was used to hearing nature sounds, the sounds of the city. He takes some cocoa outside just to hear nature again.

At bedtime, the feeling is a bit worse. He considers calling Jake, but doesn't really want to be that pathetic. Still, it's strange how fast he got used to falling asleep with Jake, listening to his breathing and the sounds of the house.

When Aiden finally sleeps, it's not as restful. Even though his apartment is secure, he doesn't feel safe in the same way. That part of his subconscious that had always stayed alert for threats is doing the same now. He does sleep, and convinces himself it'll be better with time.

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #show us your story #aiden lyons

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plutofromafar · 2 years

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can't help everybody

Summary: The Avengers have a chance to undo the Snap, but not everyone is willing to take the risk.

Warnings: None

[third-person pov]

Stefaniya, Steve, Scott, and Natasha's footsteps crunched across the twigs and leaves on the ground leading to Tony's luxurious cabin.

Tony walks back from the lake with his daughter, Morgan, in his arm.

"Aunt Stef, Aunt Nat!" Morgan squeals. Tony sets her down and she goes running over to the two Russian women.

"Hi, peanut!" Stefaniya opens her arms and lets Morgan tackle her in a hug, overjoyed at the sight of hers and Natasha's goddaughter. Morgan wraps her arms around Stefaniya's neck as she lifts her up.

"How are you doing, Little Stark?" Natasha gives her a smile, tucking some of Morgan's hair behind her ear.

"I'm good. Mommy made lunch, will you join?"

"Nat and I have to talk to your dad for a few minutes, okay? But I'll ask him, promise."

Stefaniya and Morgan links pinky fingers, each of them kissing their thumbs with a loud "mwah." Stefaniya sets Morgan back down and her little legs sprint into the house.

"Careful, Morgan," Tony says to her as she rushes up the stairs, following her through the front door.

Natasha looks over to Steve and nods towards the house. The four of them make their way to the porch.

A few moments later, Tony comes out with a tray of empty glasses and a pitcher of a chocolate drink. He pours it into the glasses, handing it out to the guests while Scott explains his plan to him.

"No, we know what it sounds like," Scott stammers, seeing Tony's blank expression.

"Tony, after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible?"

"Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale," Tony interrupts Steve, "which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition, can we agree on that?"

Stefaniya and Natasha meet eyes, the scientific terms falling short on them.

"In layman's term, it means you're not coming home."

"I did," Scott corrects him.

"No. You accidentally survived. It's a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull a... What do you call it?"

"A time heist?"

Tony chuckles humorlessly. "Yeah, a time heist. Of course. Why didn't we think of this before? Oh, because it's laughable. Because it's a pipe dream."

"The stones are in the past. We could go back, we could get them," Steve says.

"We can snap out own fingers. We can bring everybody back," Natasha finishes Steve's thought.

"Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?"

Steve shakes his head. "I don't think we would."

"Gotta say it, I sometimes miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist," Tony sits back onto the woven lawn chair. "I believe the most likely outcome will be our collective demise."

"Not if we safely follow the rules of time travel," Stefaniya objects.

Tony chuckles. "And what do you know about the 'rules of time travel'?"

"Don't talk to our past selves, don't bet on sports events--"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Stefaniya. Are you seriously telling me that you guys's plan to save the universe is based on Back to the Future?"

Stefaniya stands frozen, thinking of how to respond before turning to Scott. "Scott, I'm handing this off to you."

"What?! Why me?"

"Well, is it?"

"No," Scott shakes his head.

"Good. You had me worried there. 'Cause that would be horseshit. That's not how quantum physics works."

Natasha, who had been staring at the ground for half of the conversation, looks up. "Tony. We have to take a stand."

"We did take a stand. And yet, here we are."

The group remains defeated, but Scott isn't willing to give up on this one chance they have to get everyone back.

"Tony, look. I know you got a lot on the line. You have a wife, a daughter. But we lost people very important to us, too. Everyone in the world did. And we have an opportunity to bring them all back, and you're telling us that you won't even—"

"That's right, Scott. I won't even."

The door swings open and tiny footsteps fall on the floorboard. Morgan runs to Tony and he lifts her up into his lap.

"Mommy told me to come and save you."

"Good job. I'm saved." He looks to Scott again. "I wish you were coming here to ask me something else. Anything else. I'm honestly happy to see you guys, I just... Oh, look, the table's set for seven."

"Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But this is a second chance," Steve reasons.

Tony shakes his head sadly. "I got my second chance right here, Cap. Can't roll the dice on it." He turns to the rest of the group. "If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch."

"Bye, Stef. Bye, Nat," Morgan waves.

"Bye, Morgan," Stefaniya and Natasha smiles, waving.

The four of them head back to the car. Natasha interlaces her fingers with Stefaniya's, kissing her cheek.

"We'll win him over, котёнок." [kitten]

"He's scared."

"He's not wrong," Steve replies to Scott.

"Yeah, but, I mean, what are we gonna do? We need him. What, are we gonna stop?"

"No, I wanna do it right." Steve stares off at the lake in thought. "We're gonna need a really big brain."

---

A couple hours later, the group is sitting in a booth of a diners with Bruce at the end of the table. Natasha and Stefaniya sits next to each other, Stefaniya on the inside of the booth next to the window. Bruce— or, more of a Bruce/Hulk hybrid— had just explained how he managed to merge himself and the Hulk into one, pausing to take pictures with some fans.

"About what we were saying," Steve steers the conversation back.

"Right. The whole time travel do-over? Eh, guys, it's outside of my area of expertise."

"Well, you pulled this off," Natasha gestures to Hulk's body. "I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible, too."

Bruce nods, a hopeful look washing over his features.

"Okay. Let's give it a shot."

---

Later that night in a cabin across from a lake, Tony Stark marvels at the 3-D light projections on his table while his wife, Pepper, talks about her book on composting.

"I figured it out, by the way," Tony says. Pepper looks up to him.

"And, you know, just so we're talking about the same thing..."

"Time travel," he clarifies.

"What? Wow..." Pepper sighs, knowing what this meant for them. "That's amazing, and terrifying."

"That's right."

Tony sits next to Pepper on the couch and she puts her hand on his arm comfortingly.

"We got really lucky."

"Yeah. I know." He thinks of his daughter, who is sleeping peacefully upstairs.

"And a lot of people didn't."

"Nope. And I can't help everybody."

Pepper shakes her head. "Mm, sorta seems like you can."

"Not if I stop. I can put a pin in it right now and stop."

Pepper knows her husband better he does.

"Tony... trying to get you to stop has been one of the few failures of my entire life."

Tony breathes out a laugh. "Something tells me... I should put it in a lock box and drop it to the bottom of the lake. And go to bed."

Pepper looks into his brown eyes sadly. "But would you be able to rest?"

Next chapter

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #black widow fanfiction #yelena belova #natasha romanov x fem!oc #marvel #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #sapphic natasha romanoff #aroace yelena belova #avengers: endgame

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odxrilove · 3 years

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☆ TXT AND LITTLE THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOUR HEART FLUTTER

pairing: txt x f!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!au

a/n: why can't someone love me the way txt loves y/n :/

☆ YEONJUN

✧ always makes sure that your outfit or hair is good

he always checks your outfit or hair to make sure it's good. i don't mean that in a way where yeonjun decides if what you are wearing looks good or not, i mean it in a way where he will lean backwards to take a good look at your hair to make sure that there are no leaves, knots or unruly strands of hair. i mean it in a way where yeonjun will walk behind you to flathen out your dress or wipe the dust off of your jeans.

✧ always double-checks you have everything you need when you leave

at the beginning of your relationship, you would always forget to bring little things like lip-balm or hygiene products so now, when you leave the dorm, he always checks around the room for any misplaced objects or in your bag for any missing items. he also has a hairtie on his wrist every time you leave the house because you either lose or break them. he's the type of guy who, after locking the door, pushes the door handle down to check if it's really closed.

☆ SOOBIN

✧ always says "we" instead of "i"

i don't think i have to elaborate on this. it's very natural for soobin to do so because he wants his partner to know that they care about them and that their opinion matters. the first time it happened, you were out with friends and one of them made a not-so-nice comment about you. soobin immediately intervened when you squeezed his hand to tell him you were uncomfy. "we don't really like how this conversation is going so we think it's our time to leave" king then bid goodbye and walked away without looking back, holding you close to him.

✧ always holds your hand so that you don't get lost when it's crowded

soobin already holds your hand 24/7 on a daily basis but when there is a big crowd, whether it is at the mall or backstage with all the staff, he intertwines his fingers with yours and runs his thumb over the back of your hand. hand-holding with soobin is also very common in your relationship because he likes the intimate feeling it gives him. whenever a large group of people would be walking in your direction, his hand would instinctively find yours and hold onto it with his life.

☆ BEOMGYU

✧ has a photo album dedicated to you on his phone

beomgyu is basically fan-boying over you every hour of the day so it's no surprise he has a photo album named after you. what you didn't expect to find however, was the tons of photos he secretly took of you, screenshots of quotes he found on the internet that reminded him of yours relationship, hundreds of screenshots of music lyrics and clothes he knew you liked and a sub-folder titled "beomgyu's pretty gf" where he stored all the photos of you he used as wallpapers.

✧ always puts lip balm or lipstick on your lips for you

he likes the control he has on you the moment he holds the tinted tube between his fingers. he would always grip your chin firmly with his other hand and look you in the eyes in between every coat applied. he also can't resist but kiss you directly afterwards, smudging the makeup. he would swipe his thumb over your bottom lip once he is done and smirk "it's a little bit smudged. what a shame, guess I'll have to reapply it then" and he would do it again until you make him stop.

☆ TAEHYUN

✧ always remembers important dates for you

taehyun is very attentive to you so it's no surprise he almost knows your whole schedule. he also knows how forgetful you can get when you are stressed or nervous, keeping count of the many times you forgot to study for an important test. so a few weeks into your relationship, he starts to send you texts to remind you of any important and upcoming event. he also brings them up casually while hanging out with you, smirking at your surprised face as you remember, hand covering your mouth as you let out a squeal.

✧ forces you to walk on the inner side of the sidewalk

taehyun only wants you to be safe. on your first date with him, you were eating ice-cream and ended up walking on the outer side of the sidewalk. he didn't realize it at first because he was too engrossed in the conversation but when a car sped past you and made you jump from the proximity, ice-cream falling on the ground, he laced your fingers together and interchanged your positions so you would walk on the inner side of the sidewalk. now it turned into an habit to keep you safe, by his side.

☆ HUENING KAI

✧ always offers you a bite of his food before he eats

you love to discover and try out new restaurants or places to eat at and huening kai always finds it adorable when your eyes are scanning over the menu, biting your lip in concentration. when your plates are set on the table, he can't help but smile at the way your face brightens up at the sight of food. so he wastes no time in taking a big portion of food and holding it in front of your mouth, encouraging you to try it. he does so because the way you talk and rant about the taste, ingredients and smell makes him fall in love all over again.

✧ makes you playlists for every occasions and with songs that reminded him of you

it all started when he found out that you didn't have a lot of playlists on your phone. at first he was shocked, because who wouldn't have playlists on their phone? but he softened the moment you told him you just didn't know what playlists to make and with what songs– you were clueless to be honest. so huening kai made you listen to his playlists, one by one and noted how you reacted towards certain songs. that night, he spend hours making multiple playlists for you, adding songs that he thought you would like and songs that reminded him of you.

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron

a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)

Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.

You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.

Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.

About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.

"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.

Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.

"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."

You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.

"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.

Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.

"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.

"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.

"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.

"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."

You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.

"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.

"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"

You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.

"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.

You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.

"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"

"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.

"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.

"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.

"Right, to study," he grumbles.

"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"

You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.

"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."

"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.

"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.

"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.

"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.

"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.

"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."

He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.

"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.

You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.

"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"

You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.

"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."

He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.

"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.

"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.

He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.

"Space," he repeats, "You want space."

You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.

"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"

He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.

"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"

"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"

His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.

"I don't know!"

He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.

"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."

He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.

"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."

He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.

"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.

"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."

He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.

"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.

Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.

"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.

"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."

He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.

He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.

"I love you. I always will."

He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.

You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.

Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.

Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.

You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.

"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.

And it's all you want to hear again.

You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.

"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."

You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.

You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.

"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."

And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.

As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.

You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.

"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."

You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.

"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."

You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.

"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.

You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.

"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."

You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.

"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."

Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.

"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."

He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.

"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."

"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.

"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.

He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.

"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.

You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.

"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."

He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.

"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.

"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."

"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.

"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."

You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.

"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.

You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.

"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."

"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"

You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.

"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.

He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"

You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.

A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.

"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.

"Can I have my ring back first?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.

"You sure?" he asks quietly.

You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.

He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.

"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.

He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.

"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.

"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.

He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.

"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.

He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."

Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.

It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.

"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."

"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.

"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."

You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.

Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.

He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.

"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."

He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.

You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.

After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.

"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.

You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.

He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.

"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.

"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.

"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."

You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.

"A small wedding it is," you whisper.

He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."

That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

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pt 2

angst, and immortal x mortal [which never works out]

A tiring day just like every day. This past month, you keep dreaming the same thing all over again which made you not want to sleep. it's like someone's warning you or trying to say something. bullshit.

you don't want to tell anyone about this, but many people were concerned about you because your eyes are swollen. which makes sense since you cry every time you had that scary dream.

the dream you saw was very realistic. the scariest one is when someone stab a spear to your heart. your chest hurts a lot when you wake up and your breathing isnt normal. you were shaking too.

But one thing for sure is that you need to avoid that man, the dream said that his name was xiao. who the hell names their kid xiao? is he a murderer who will kill me soon? god fuck it all if I die, I die.

You went down to the stair making loud and thumping footsteps. ignoring the painful throb from your chest, hastily wearing your shirt and exit the door to kiss your house and life (probably) goodbye.

your lazy body could never make breakfast on your own, what i mean by never is literally never. that's why almost everyday you go to this quiet cafe filled with coffee scent which really is just calming, and faint keyboard taps from people who work or study there.

you swing the door open and stood in an empty line to order.

"good morning, can I have a macchiato latte, large and cold please?"

"sure, your name?"

"y/n."

you saw the man's face stiffen a little, you can't see his face clearly because he's wearing a mask for no reason. is he allergic of something? but the one that stood up is his golden yellowish iris and red eyeliner.

"are you okay...sir?"

"no—yeah I'm fine. name's y/n right?"

"yes"

"okay, i'll call you when your order's ready."

you nodded and paid up, when you handed in the money your chest feels so fucking painful. like someone's crushing your insides. you flinch and drop the money on the counter as you avoided his skin.

"shit, i'm so sorry I didn't mean too—"

"no it's okay, I understand."

what? what do you mean you understand

"you can sit down miss, I'll give you your order instead, you look unwell."

"Okay, thanks." you walk backwards and sit down while holding your chest. oddly enough you never have any kind of sickness that may danger your heart. just that man feels strangely connected to you in some way. and suspiciously familiar.

you waited and waited until you feel a cold object on your cheek. and whoah sight to behold a handsome man with red eyeliner.

"your drink, i'll leave it on the table. have a good day."

and after that day, you never see him anymore.

—

it's been a while since you see that boy, always thinking about him whenever you're free. what a hopeless romantic.

School was always the same until you see a glimpse of a very suspiciously yellow eyes staring at the second-floor window. You were with your friends talking, until you met with that pretty eye. "-right? and then they said... oh? y/n what are you staring at? "

you get back to your senses feeling flustered, "no no, i'm sorry i was zoning out for awhile." your friend reached your hand and drag you to an empty hallway thinking that you're not okay. "lumine, really i am fine."

"you look pale, and i saw you staring at him"

"you know him?"

"yeah he's in the same band club as my twin."

"yeah? what's his name?"

"it's xiao, nice to meet you." before lumine even answered a deeper voice interrupt. "Lumine, Aether's calling for you." xiao said with his hand in his pocket. "okay, i-i'll be there soon, bye y/n!"

"ah, nice to meet you too, you're that guy from the-" xiao brings his index finger to his mouth. "don't say that out loud, having a job is not prohibited according to the school system. so keep your mouth shut."

"okay.. by the way-" fuck it's starting again. so embarassing. you put your hand to your chest, grasping your shirt as you suffocate. "y/n, try to relax your body a little! everything will be okay.."

his eye starts trembling, brows furrowed, and face pale, xiao starts to carry you and go to the infirmary and you lost consciousness.

"y/n? y/n! please be okay."

a man's arms starts to hug your whole body, desperately trying to feel your body breathing.

"don't you know how much i've been worrying about you? every single damn time you always die in my arms. over and over again ! We mortal and immortals never ever meant to be together. Can't you understand that? so please just leave me be."

"xiao..?" you coughed up blood while reaching your arms to his cheek.

xiao sobbed with tears dropping non stop, sobbing on your shoulder, "nothing will be okay ! every time, everytime I just want—"

you immediately gasped for air, panting heavily and awaken from your very realistic dream. the blow of wind makes you shiver and turn your head with the sight of xiao sleeping while sitting on a chair beside your bed. Holding your hand very tightly.

you patted his hair and whispered, "just how much do you know about me..?"

you closed your eyes enjoying the cold breeze, and— "everything." you jumped slightly, starled by the very demanding voice.

"AAAHH, what? you were just asleep."

"I don't sleep, you know who I am by now don't you?"

well, you can't really deny that. but still reincarnation just doesn't make sense. And immortality? what? isn't just a fictional thing. you know everything by now, it's been months. you know everything, from how you reincarnated and die, reincarnated and die, and repeat.

you avoided eye contact not knowing what to say, "look xiao, I just—"

"no, it's okay. you don't have to tell me anything. I will be leaving now, get well soon...y/n."

xiao stood up walking infront of your bed, and shut the door closed.

everything is just messed up.

"I'm tired of seeing her die" , "all I want is just to be with her."

"I'm tired of dying", "all I want is just to be with him."

#xiao angst #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin xiao x reader #angst

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