#and then i send him to do yoga. and he sits in 1 place for an hour.

[saturniade]

i made the spn boys in sims4.

sam went on a big magical adventure and morgyn enchanted his dick in more ways than one. (ts4 tells me they have bad compatibility but thats NONSENSEEEEE they like books and art and magic. im kind of. obsessed with them tbh.)

dean is a neat freak househusband who loves cooking and castiel is his................. roommate............... and an aspiring writer slash beekeeper slash gardener. (i suck at bees and he gets stung however that does fit The Vision.) he has a kitty sweater vest and angel wings tattoo and a fox lamp ^_^

sam has 4 friends and they are dean, cas, morgyn from thesims4, and the fucking smart speaker he played trivia with once. i also gave him the snooty walk. hes so cutesy

my touys..............

and some outfits i liked ^_^

[moonlightndaydreams]

Limbo - part 2

Pairing: Lee Minho x fem reader x Han Jisung

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9

Synopsis: Lee Minho is the mysterious new accountant at your workplace, and he seems to have his sights set on you. But things aren't so simple when your ex boyfriend Han comes back into the picture. Can you and Minho make it work, or will you get back with Han?

Spoiler: Happy ending, eventual poly minsung.

MDNI / smut

Taglist: open.

A/n: this story may be familiar to some. It’s a rework of one of my older stories where I’ve now changed my fem lead to be reader.

CW: this chapter - workplace flirting, potentially inappropriate behaviour.

It was time for another staff meeting and you were dreading it. How much did Minho see of you dancing the other night? Would he say something to you about it? Would he tell other people? You were hit with a wave of anxiety as you wondered whether or not everyone in this room knew about it.

You tried to gauge his body language, but every time you glanced over at him, he was already watching you. His expression had a hint of a knowing smirk, but maybe you were imagining it. Maybe that’s just his face? Until he winked at you. Your cheeks must have turned bright red because Felix poked you in the arm and said “Hey are you feeling okay?” God no, you weren't feeling okay. The man across the room was sending you a message, he was indicating that he saw something that he shouldn’t have, and that he was highly amused by it. You gulped. Who the fuck was this Minho? And why does he have his sights set on you?

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“Ugh.. Finally.” groaned Hyunjin, when Chris eventually dismissed the meeting. He got up from his chair and stretched his arms above his head. “God, I need to go to yoga I think.”

“Do you need a massage, love?" Felix offered, stroking the taller man’s back.

“I thought you said you weren’t going back to yoga?” Binnie piped up, collecting his half drank protein shake and headed out the door.

The other staff started to stream out of the meeting room too, you close on their heels.

“Oh y/n!” Chris called from the front of the room. You turned back to find him ushering you up to the front of the room. To your disappointment, Minho was still sat next to him flicking through paperwork. You bit your lip and strode over to where your boss was seated. You could feel Minho’s energy emanating from him and it made your stomach flip.

“y/n, I need you to go through with Minho your list of podcast clients. Names, contracts, agreements. Who’s paid, who is a pain in the arse… all that. Kay?”

“Oh?” you choked and you started to sit down in a chair. “No, no not right now.” Chris smiled at you, stopping you from sitting down. Minho glanced up from his paperwork and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you have time this afternoon?” Chris inquired.

You thought for a moment. “Ummm… yep… yes.” you squeaked, embarrassment suffocating you. What the hell was wrong with your voice? You saw Minho chuckle out the side of your eye and you turned and glared at him. His laugh disappeared quickly and he cleared his throat “Two is good for me if that works.” He offered.

“Okay. Two works fine for me too.” you turned to leave.

Fuck. “Um…” you turned back to the men who were both still watching you. “So, where do you want to do it? I mean…go through it?” you stumbled on your words. Fuck. You shook head. “I mean do you want to do it at your place… I mean office… or mine?” What the hell?

“I think Minho’s office would be best, he doesn’t share with anyone so...”

“Right, well okay. I’ll see you at two. Your place. Office. Your office.”

You couldn’t get out of there quick enough. How were you going to compose yourself and get your shit together for your meeting with Minho?

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You knocked on Minho’s office door at two o’clock on the dot, laptop in hand.

“Come in.” Minho looked up from his desk. Patting some loose strands of hair down nervously, you made your way to the chair on the other side of his large, sturdy timber desk.

“Why don’t we sit on the sofa? It’s easier to look at the same thing if we’re side by side.” He suggested. You raised your eyebrow suspiciously, but followed Minho to the two seater sofa that was situated at the other end of his office.

“Okay.” you settled herself on the seat beside Minho. Your mini skirt slid up to an embarrassingly inappropriate length, catching his eye. Great, why did you have to wear your shortest skirt? As if you weren't nervous enough, your bare thighs then became a desk for your laptop, allowing Minho to cop a view even if he didn’t want to.

“Okay, so I have compiled a file for you, outlining everything Chris was asking for.” you began, trying to remain cool. “Let me just log into the laptop.” The screen sprang to life revealing your desktop background picture. A photo of kpop boy group Exo. “Fuck!” You scrambled to log in and get as far away from your beloved Exo as quickly as possible. Minho flashed you an entertained glance, the corner of his mouth turning upward in a silent chuckle.

“Shit.” you mumbled.

“You like this whole Korean boy band thing, hmm?” he smirked. Your face felt like it was on fire. “Are these the fellas you were dancing to the other night?” His smirk grew even bigger.

You quickly found the file you were looking for, bringing it up onto the screen and thankfully hiding Exo. “Look, Minho. The question I have is why were you even watching me dance? It wouldn’t be unreasonable for me to think you were ogling me.”

Minho laughed boisterously. “Ha! Kitten! I was only investigating a noise disturbance in the office. How was I to know what I’d find?”

Kitten? Did he just call you kitten? “Do you want me to go through this file or not?” you needed to get this conversation back on track.

“Okay, continue.” He conceded, looking back to the screen. But you could feel Minho’s eyes burning into your upper thighs as she explained her podcast accounts. He nodded and agreed in all the right places, but you could sense his mind was somewhere else.

You quickly glanced up at him, and for a second you caught his eyes where they shouldn’t be, right on your legs. He recovered quickly, blinking rapidly and returning his gaze to laptop screen.

“And that’s how you pretend you’re busy working when really you’re reading smut.” you said as a means of testing if he was listening to you or not.

“Hmm… good. Yes, makes sense.” He answered mindlessly. Ha! He wasn’t paying attention at all.

You pressed the ‘x’ on the file, revealing your Exo boys. “You weren’t even listening to me Mister!” you cried, and closed the laptop.

Minho looked indignant. “I was listening.”

“Look, I’ll just email you the file and if you have questions, just let me know.” you started to get up to leave.

Minho’s hand landed on your bare thigh making your body tense up and your heart race. You looked at him in shock, and he quickly retracted his hand once he realised what he’d done. “Sorry, y/n.” He said sheepishly. “You’re right. I was distracted. I’m sorry.”

“Were you checking me out when I was dancing?” you asked calmly even though nothing inside of you felt calm.

“Wait. What? No. Why? That would be… wrong of me.” He rushed to get the words out. Then a revelation hit him. “Ha! What about you? I saw you eating me for breakfast with your eyes in the meeting this morning?” he countered.

“Nope. You’re wrong.” you poked your chin up defiantly.

“I don’t think so, kitten.” He leaned in towards you.

Why does he keep calling you kitten? Surely, it’s not appropriate? But if you were honest, you kind of liked it. This flirting, him calling you ‘kitten’, it was stirring something in you that you had forgotten existed. It was making you feel a way you hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“I know desire when I see it.” He added, whispering right in her ear.

“I have to go!” you said shrilly. You needed to get out of there. Minho’s energy, his presence, his fucking words, they were making your body react - respond - and you didn’t know how to handle it. Kitten? Oh God. You covered your face with your hand, then shook your head and stood up.

“Like I said, I’ll email you everything.” you headed to the door.

“Will it include ‘how to look like you’re busy so you can read smut?’” he called after you.

Fuck! The bastard was actually listening.

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Over the next few days you didn’t have to see Minho. Thank fuck. You weren't sure if you'd be able to handle being alone with him again. But you did pass him in the hallway a few times. He’d glance at you as he passed you by, an eyebrow slightly raised, and that now familiar look of amusement on his face. When he could, he’d mumble a “Good Morning, Kitten” to you, making you turn crimson red.

Then on another occasion, you spotted him in the cafe downstairs where you ordered her coffee. He was sitting at table watching you. He didn’t even look away when you looked straight at him. Everyone else didn’t seem to see it. The gossip was that he kept to himself, was polite and reserved, and maybe a little scary.

All you saw was a cocky shit that seemed to want to make you either squirm or turn bright red. Or both. He wasn’t rude, or mean, he just seemed to know how to make you feel something with the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you. You were nervous and giddy, but you were also appalled at yourself for letting him get to you. But it had been so long since you felt these kind of nerves about a guy. Actually, you'd only been on a handful of dates since leaving your boyfriend Han, some twelve months ago, and none of them eventuated into anything more than a few dinners and really boring sex.

“Come on y/n, who says this guy is actually into you? Maybe he is just a tease, stringing you along ‘cos it’s fun.” you told yourself after you left to go back to your office.

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“OOOOhhhh, Felix! That’s the spot. Yes… don’t stop.” Hyunjin moaned. Felix stopped his massage and turned to you.

“Are you coming tonight?” he asked brightly. Felix was in their office again, making plans for the evening, as well as delivering his “signature” massage to Hyunjin.

“Nah! I want to record some podcast episodes.” you hadn’t recorded this week’s episode for your own personal podcast, and you felt behind.

“Who are you talking about this week?” Binnie asked.

“Ateez.” you replied.

“You know, what?” Hyunjin piped up. “We should do a collab episode. Kpop idols in Kdrama!” he looked at you wide eyed and excited.

“Aren’t you due to put out and episode, Hyunjin?” Binnie poked.

Hyunjin sighed dramatically. “Stop harassing me, Binnie. It takes time to watch a drama. I haven’t finished this one yet.”

Binnie rolled his eyes. “Oh look. It’s five o’clock. Time to go.” He said changing the subject, and meticulously packed his stationery away and turned off his computer.

The other two men followed suit, leaving you alone to prepare for your podcast.

It took all of five minutes before Minho crept back into your thoughts. Kitten? His voice kept repeating in your head. Kitten? Why does he use such a word? Oh God you couldn’t get it out of her head.

You remembered him whispering it to you under his breath as he passed you in the hall. But then you imagined him saying it in other situations too. Ones that haven’t even happened. You imagined him saying it while you leaned over his desk to give him a spreadsheet, your blouse falling open just enough to see your lace bra. Or as he instructs you to kneel on the floor in front him while he sits on the sofa “I want you to take it all in your mouth, kitten” he’d say. Or as he bends you over his desk “you’re such a bad girl, kitten.” You shook your head. No. Stop it.

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[matchayogitea]

Downward Dog - Sirius Black x reader (part 2)

Part 1

"Good morning, ladies!"

James greeted you and Lily with the brighest smile he could muster and sat down opposite her. Remus took a seat in front of you, smiling slightly. He looked tired.

"Hey boys." You placed your fork down and wondered why Sirius - who practically lived glued to them, or at least to James - hadn't come down for breakfast yet. It was Saturday, but it was ten, and if James and Remus were awake you were pretty sure he must be, too. "Where's Sirius?" 

"Oh, he couldn't move from his bed. It's all your fault, Y/N." James grinned but you merely blinked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, he worked out with you yesterday, didn't he? And when he woke up he said he was sore all over and that he was probably dying and we should go ahead and get breakfast without him."

"He's such a drama queen..." Lily mumbled, rolling her eyes. 

"We didn't work out. We did yoga." You pointed out. "It's much more than that. It's for your mental health as well as physical, and-"

"Yeah, yeah, we believe you!" James interrupted you, clearly not in the mood to listen to any details. "But if you're done eating, since it's basically your fault Sirius can't move, I would go and bring him some breakfast if I were you. He'd appreciate it."

Without waiting for your reply, he started piling all sorts of foods on a plate which he then handed to you, along with a mug of hot coffee. He was grinning ear to ear and you shot a confused look at Remus, but he nodded and smiled encouragingly, so you grabbed everything and said bye to everyone. 

Lily didn't look too happy to be left alone with James. Well, Remus is there too, she'll be fine.

When you knocked on the boys' dorm room you realized you had no clue where Peter was and you hoped he wouldn't be in there with Sirius... things were already kind of weird anyway. But when you heard Sirius' voice tell you to go in you were happy to notice he was alone, sitting up in his bed, wearing a t-shirt and what looked like sweatpants. "Y/N?" He looked surprised to see you, but immediately jumped out of bed. "Is that for me? I'm starving! Thank you!"

As you handed him the plate and observed him move around the bed to sit down once again you thought he didn't look sore in the slightest. "Sirius?"

"Yeah?" He muttered after swallowing some coffee, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I thought you were... dying, as James eloquently put it."

Sirius stared at you as if you'd turned into a Hippogriff. "Me? Why would I be?"

"That's what James said, he told me you were all sore and couldn't move cause of yesterday's yoga practice, and-" You froze, as you realized. That idiot had done it on purpose to send you up to Sirius' room. "I'm going to murder him."

You turned to leave, but Sirius quickly got to his feet and stopped you. "Wait! I thought... maybe we could share?" He offered, pointing to the plate, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. He was damn good at it. 

"Well... technically I've already had breakfast... but I could do with some more coffee, I suppose."

You gingerly sat at the end of his bed, reaching for the mug. Sirius sat close to you and for the first time since you'd met him many years before he seemed at a loss of what to say. He kept poking his food with the fork, taking very small bites, as you sipped the coffee.

"So... do you feel okay after yesterday?" You finally asked, just to break the silence. "No sore spots?"

"Oh, I'm fine! Just my legs are a bit sore, but not too bad." He glanced at you with a small smile and you wondered how the hell he managed to look so great on a Saturday morning. Even his hair looked perfect, not a strand out of place. I want to run my fingers through his hair so badly. No, Y/N, calm down. Don't think like that. Keep your cool, and-

"So when are we going to do some more yoga? I loved it yesterday. I felt really refreshed, after." Sirius added, as he bit into a piece of toast.

"I need to study for Potions..." You made a face. You hated Potions. "So I'll be busy today and tomorrow, I think."

"I'll help you with that. We can get it done by today."

You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at him skeptically. "Remus is the master, not you. You hate Potions as well."

"I do. Doesn't mean I'm not good at it. I usually just don't bother." 

"Well, maybe you can help, but if we end up just wasting time-"

"We won't! Do you really think I want to spend one more minute than necessary on Slughorn's subject?" Sirius made a face and you started laughing, almost spitting the coffee out. "And then we can do yoga and you can teach me that raven pose."

"Crow pose."

"Yeah, that one."

Sirius smiled at you warmly and you smiled back as you placed the now almost empty mug down. He also got rid of the plate and moved closer to you. "Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"I was thinking that next weekend maybe..."

He'd moved so close that you could almost count his eyelashes, but your gaze kept drifting to his lips and although you knew he would notice you couldn't help yourself...

"PADFOOT!"

You almost jumped, startled. Peter had run into the room but he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed you. He frowned, confused. "Uh... sorry?" 

"It's ok, I - I was leaving anyway." You replied, getting up, flustered. "I'll see you later, Sirius."

You didn't look back as you left the room and closed the door behind you. 

Great timing, Peter, you muttered to yourself as you descended the staircase, annoyed and frustrated.

[jmdbjk]

Tumblr anniversary

It's been TWO years since I chose to take up residence here on this hellsite/app.

Last year, when I posted about my Tumblr anniversary, Jungkook had just dropped his thirst trap birthday greeting to Jimin. And Yet to Come Busan had not happened yet. No one was enlisted yet. We had no idea that we were about to have our hearts ripped out by Jin's enlistment announcement.

My, what innocent babes we were.

So much has happened since last October other than the afore mentioned Yet to Come Busan concert and Jin's enlistment announcement.

We watched the members emotional sendoff to Jin in December. We watched them do it again for Hobi in April. We didn't see but we know Yoongi has begun his service. We don't need to see it. We are pretty certain within the next two months we will be sending another 2 or 3 or maybe even the rest of them off to do theirs as well.

We got The Astronaut, Dreamers, Indigo, a Christmas song from Tae, Vibe, Face, D-Day (and a tour and I saw Yoongi!!), Angel Pt. 1 & 2, The Planet, another version of Jack-in-the-Box, Take Two, Seven, Layover, 3D and we anxiously anticipate Golden. What am I missing? More collabs that Namjoon did with others. We got so much music I can't remember it all.

We've seen the clothing come off of every member. Some more than others. But still. Chapter Two is not about taking their shirts off, as Tae said...yeah, whatever Tae... it is about transitioning to a more mature image including taking control of their professional and personal images, their bodies, their autonomy, their maturity and sexuality. And boy howdy...

We got a very complex and far-reaching BTS 10th Anniversary Festa celebration that took place across the world.

We got Kook Cooks, Flying Yoga, Wootteo, Suchwita, Namjoon on Big Brains and Many of them Sitting at the Same Table Talking (or whatever the name of that show was), Dior Jimin, Tiffany Jimin, Calvin Klein Jungkook, Valentino and NBA Yoongi, Louis Vuitton Hobi, Bottega Veneta Namjoon, Cartier and Celine Taehyung, dance challenges.

We inadvertently got Jungkook's TikTok through his own error and now we are pretty sure the other members INCLUDING JIMIN are lurking on all the soc med platforms.

We got so much Jungkook being himself. And we watched him go from being fine with his couch potato cushion existence to being Mr. World Traveler who can't stay in one place for more than a few days before he's off again to who knows where and adding to Jimin's list of things to fret over.

We got a nice quantity of sweet quality interaction of Jimin and Tae just yesterday. This healed me.

We have heard over and over how each member is anxiously excited to get back and hurry up and show us they still have it.

There has not been any lack of things to talk about. There has not been any lack of controversy. We've seen things we probably weren't meant to see and we've seen things that are dubious as to their authenticity and things that were obviously made for us to see.

Like one of those of flying bird flock murmurations, the fandom is shifting and changing, spreading out and coalescing and doing all this repeatedly as we navigate this period of time before they get back together in 2025.

I hope we don't run off the rails this next year and that we all can find some common ground so we can stand together at the threshold of 2025 in anticipation of their comeback.

And sooooo many more of you have chosen to follow my weird ramblings, rantings and odd posts. Thank you for taking time to give my blog any consideration.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Ow!”

“Sh!”

“I will not sh, Pidge, you kicked me —”

Pidge kicks him again, then jerks her head to the side.

Hunk’s eyes go wide. “No way,” he whispers.

“Yes way,” Pidge whispers back, gleeful. Because they have been sitting in the common room for the past couple hours — her, Hunk, and dumbass pining loser 1 and 2 — and slowly, ever so slowly, Keith and Lance have been inching closer and closer together. So slowly it didn’t even look intentional.

But there they sit. Cuddling. Blissfully, stupidly unaware.

“Oh, I am a winning today,” Pidge mutters, turning on her camera. “This is excellent.”

“Well, if it goes somewhere, sure.”

“It is going to go somewhere. Look at Lance’s face.”

“…What about it?”

“Dude, he keeps glancing down at Keith and blushing! Watch!”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually it happens — Lance’s hands still from his holopad, ever so slightly. He sneaks the quickest glance at Keith, where he’s fully leaning with his back against Lance’s shoulder (smothering him, really, with his hair all over the place and completely relaxed into Lance), and cracks the tiniest of smiles, ears going red. Then he shakes his head minutely and goes back to whatever he’s doing on his holopad. (He’s been really into quintessential calculus lately, because he’s a massive nerd geek loser, so it’s probably that. Pidge is a nerd too, sure, but she doesn’t do math for fun. And so she automatically has three cool points more than Lance and thus is totally justified in calling him a dweeb at every and any opportunity.)

“Dude,” Hunk breathes, jaw dropped and expression totally incredulous.

“I know!”

They both stare in dumbfounded awe at their two friends, because honestly. It’s embarrassing, it what it is.

“Oh, hey, Lance.”

The speed at which Lance’s attention completely drops from his holopad to focus entirely on Keith is hilarious. Pidge and Hunk exchange a look and then look away immediately, lest they burst into hysterical laughter.

(She’s so glad she’s catching this on tape. She’s going to bribe Shiro into giving her less chores for the opportunity to watch this later. Hell yeah.)

Keith shifts so he’s sitting next to Lance, then — holy shit, Pidge can barely keep from yelling — lifts one arm to put around Lance’s shoulders and then grabs the book again, so he’s got his chest pressed to Lance’s back, chin hooked over his shoulder, arms encircling him with the book in front of them, pointing at something specific.

Pidge’s jaw drops. She looks at Hunk, who is watching with similar disbelief.

Lance looks like he’s going to combust. Keith is, like, totally oblivious, stars above.

“Listen to this,” Keith continues. “It’s this scene where the royal knight who’s in charge of the prince’s safety is being a reckless dumbass and the prince just, like, rips him a new asshole because he’s worried the knight is going to get himself killed. It’s from that Altean drama you found me. Remember?”

“I remember,” Lance squeaks, looking like he’s desperately trying to recall the yoga breaths Shiro taught them.

“Good, it’s from that. Listen.”

Keith shifts a little to make himself comfortable — poor Lance looks so red that Pidge is actually lowkey starting to feel bad for him (not really) — and then starts to recite.

“‘Listen to me, you bare-headed weevil. You cannot keep running straightforward into danger. I don’t care how much you think you’re protecting me — you’re scaring me. I worry every tick of every varga that you’re going to get yourself killed. Is that the protection you’re going to give me? Constant terror? You’re going to send me to an early grave! I care for you, you imbecile, and I also outrank you, so I order you at once to stop being a dumbass and think about yourself for one second!’”

Keith closes the book, moving again so he’s no longer — and Pidge cannot stress this enough — cradling Lance in his arms. (Like, for real, this time.)

“Made me think of you when we were first figuring out how to lead together. Heh.”

Lance looks just the right level of agonised, with a sprinkle of desperate and a pinch of hopelessly in love.

It’s great.

“Keith, that prince and knight are a couple. That book is about their secret relationship.”

Keith hums. “I know.”

Wait.

Hold on a goddamn second.

Pidge squints, carefully scrutinizing Keith’s expression. Is he — is he nervous?

“No fucking way,” she mutters. Hunk looks at her questioningly. Pidge stares back with wide eyes.

“I think he’s — I don’t think Keith’s being oblivious. I think he’s trying to ask Lance out, in Keith-speak!”

“Oh my God.”

“I know!”

Lance, still as red as his lion, visibly pulls himself together, doing that thing where he shoves down his emotions and pretends to be all suave and unbothered even though literally everyone on this ship knows he is quite possibly the most emotional person in the universe (and, last week, cried for twenty minutes because he felt bad that the team was using one training room more than the other. So.)

“I think you have to ask me on a date before you compare us to star-crossed-lovers,” he teases, going back to his calculus.

His hands shake. He is fooling nobody.

The nervousness vanishes from Keith’s expression as he steels himself, looking at Lance in narrow-eyed determination usually reserved for a particularly difficult training level.

Which, considering Lance’s middle name is practically ‘difficult’, makes a whole lot of sense.

“Okay,” Keith says simply, making Lance freeze. “Go on a date with me. Next time we’re free after a mission, I’ll take you out.”

“…Really?”

“Yes. I want to go on a date with you.”

Lance tucks his hands under his thighs. He starts rocking back on forth, tiny little motions — the kind of stims reserved for when he’s truly, incredibly excited.

Holy shit.

“I — um, okay. Yes. I will go on a date with you.”

Keith grins, so wide his eyes scrunch up. “Awesome.” He leans over and kisses Lance on the cheek, easily and casually, as if that’s something they do regularly.

(If it weren’t for the immediate and violent blush that overtakes Lance’s face, just as it was starting to fade from earlier, Pidge would believe that.)

“I gotta go make some preps. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Hngh,” Lance says, apparently no longer capable of speech. Keith strolls out of the room, cheerful and whistling.

The second Keith is out of earshot, Lance leans forward to peer down the hall, making sure he’s gone, then sits back on the couch, and — no word of a lie — starts giggling, pressing his hand to his cheek.

“I am going on a date,” he whispers to himself, pumping his fist. “I am going on a date with Keith!”

Hunk sniffles, making Lance jump.

“Hunk?” he asks, eyes wide and incredulous. “Pidge?”

Someone just clued in to their presence.

“When did you guys get here?”

“Been here since well before the cuddling started,” Pidge drawls, and is delighted to watch the dread visibly wash over Lance’s face.

“Uh. The whole time?”

Hunk wipes the tears from his face. “Through the storytime and everything,” he weeps.

Lance buries his head in his hands. “Oh, no.”

Pidge cackles, finally turning off her camera and shoving it down her pants to Lance can’t steal it and destroy her evidence.

“Oh, yes.”

———

in the same vague universe of these posts: 1 2 3 4

[lady-of-gallifrey]

My first PoTS appointment is on Thursday so… kinda my focus right now as someone who keeps falling to the floor and wishes I was falling into the doctors (or any of David Tennant’s characters) arms.

So here’s my list of HC for The Doctor with a companion/romantic partner with PoTS.

1. The Tenth Doctor, with their keen observational skills, anticipates symptoms of postural orthostatic syndrome in their partner. He can easily notice when you’re suddenly hot or cold, if you have the look you do when you’re dizzy or about to go out cold. Their reflexes are amazing at catching you if you go out before he can tell/help you to sit or lay down. A part of him is always monitoring your symptoms just to make sure you’re really okay knowing you have a tendency to downplay them.

2. The Doctor modifies the TARDIS interior to include several seating options in each room so you always have a comfy place to rest should you need it.

3. Recognizing the impact of dehydration on postural orthostatic syndrome, the Tenth Doctor encourages their partner to stay well-hydrated, introducing them to unique and hydrating alien beverages. Your emotional support water bottle is somehow never empty. He is always refilling it for you, and if you leave it behind they have picked it up and brought it with. He notice when you are not drinking enough and tells encourages you to drink more. Sometimes gamifying your consumption. They know water isn’t your favorite thing so he will find appropriately hydrating substitutes.

4. The TARDIS is equipped with a range of temperature controls to help manage symptoms related to temperature sensitivity, ensuring a comfortable environment for their partner. Running up a hot flash? The TARDIS starts cooling down. Freezing cold? The TARDIS will warm up, plus his cost will end up draped over your shoulders and sometimes he will end up snuggling with you to warm up. Totally fine except for cold hands, feet, and nose? He comes up with a way to warm you up just enough but won’t send you into overheating mode.

5. The doctor never lets you apologize for your condition even though you’re so used to it to apologizing for it. He hates that you feel that you half too. Sometimes they will talk with you about why. His hearts break when you share your story about people who gaslit your symptoms or ignored them and made you feel this way. He will make sure you never do again.

6. The TARDIS medical bay is stocked with medications and treatments known to alleviate symptoms of postural orthostatic syndrome, ensuring prompt care when needed. They have saline stocked, plenty of salt, and electrolytes, a table that he can elevate feet and lower the head if he needs it, and pulse and oxygen monitors.

7. The Doctor actively researches and incorporates alien technologies that may offer innovative solutions for managing postural orthostatic syndrome, showcasing their commitment to finding the best care. He’s hopeful some place and time has a cure but until then he will keep searching.

8. Recognizing the importance of maintaining physical strength, the Doctor encourages gentle exercises that promote circulation and flexibility, tailored to their partner's capabilities. Strength training to keep the body moving without overtaxing your heart, and setting off the exercise intolerance. Yoga to stretch and help with stress management.

9. The Tenth Doctor, with their compassionate nature, ensures that their partner feels empowered and valued despite the challenges of postural orthostatic syndrome, fostering a relationship grounded in understanding and support. He’s always there to listen to you. They are happy to listen to rant or process or educate or anything if it helps you. He is happy to hold you when you’re feeling down or unwell too. He never makes you feel like a burden when a flare interrupts something and they always encourage you to speak up even at the slightest symptoms .

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Song for my Soulmate, pt 3

Part 1, Part 2 I know, I know... it’s been 84 years... I found this in my google docs...

XXX

Of all the weird things her job had offered, a Disney film festival might have been the strangest. The Big Man in the penthouse had decided it was a thing though, as a company social. It was hard to be social when you were concentrating on a movie, she’d thought when the event was announced, not realizing at the time that he did nothing by halves. 

When she’d headed down to the theatre on the third floor, the place was decorated up like it was an actual movie premier, complete with red carpet. There was a moment of intense awkwardness when she realized that her messy bun and yoga pants weren’t really red carpet attire. Looking around, she saw her fellow coworkers dressed to the nines, and turned to flee back to her apartment and get changed. Without looking when the elevator opened she stepped in and slammed into someone very solid. She looked up, an apology on her lips. But never managed to utter it. It was Captain America. She’d walked into Captain America. His hand steadied her and she gaped stupidly. His suit was tailored to fit him perfectly and she took in the broad shoulders and narrow waist with some serious thirst. And then grew more mortified - what if he noticed?

“Ma’am, are you okay?” He asked. She nodded, and backed into the elevator, burning with embarrassment.

“Yeah,” she finally managed. “Sorry.”

The elevator doors closed and she escaped back to her place to get changed before heading back down to walk the red carpet into what might have been the most ridiculous staff function she’d ever attended.

XxX

Steve relaxed in his seat with a box of popcorn and a cola. He was near the back third of the theatre and as close to centre as he could manage. It was the perfect spot to watch a movie. Tony had schemed up the damn film festival when he’d admitted he hadn’t seen most modern Disney movies. He’d caught up on a few, of course, but in the grand scheme of things, cartoons hadn’t been of peak importance. Tony disagreed, and said life couldn’t continue until Steve had seen Mulan and Beauty and the Beast at the very least. 

Just as the film was opening, a pretty woman he thought might have been the one who’d walked into him slipped into the seat in front of him. Her hair was down now, a riot of messy curls that reached the middle of her back, and she wore a little black dress that was elegant in its simplicity. Compared to the faded yoga pants she’d been in when she’d darted onto the elevator, she almost looked like a different woman. It was the apologetic dip of her head to the people sitting beside her that gave her away.

The movies were enjoyable, and Steve appreciated Tony’s insistence that he see them. He found himself humming the music from Mulan as he headed up to his suite. It wasn’t until he was in the quiet of his bedroom, pulling on his pajamas that he realized the singing in his head wasn’t that of the actors in the movies. 

My girl will think I have no faults That I'm a major find How 'bout a girl who's got a brain Who always speaks her mind? My manly ways and turn of Phrase are sure to thrill her He thinks he's such a lady killer

The soft, feminine voice in his head was definitely not that of the rough soldiers in the movie. He grabbed his phone and hit the speed dial for Tony.

“She was at the movie tonight, Tony,” he said, instead of a greeting.

“How can you be sure?” Tony replied.

“I can hear her singing one of the songs from Mulan in my head.” Steve paused, listening as she started singing a different song from the movie in his mind. “And she doesn’t know all the words.”

“She doesn’t?” Tony laughed.

“Let's get down to business, to defeat the Huns. Did they send me daughters, when I asked for sons? You're the saddest something I don’t know, something else before we're through, Mister, I'll make a man out of you. Do those lyrics sound right?” Steve asked. Tony started to cackle.

“I’ll get JARVIS to scan the theatre footage from tonight, and isolate all the women who are unattached. We can start working through the list and find your girl in the morning,” Tony decided.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Steve asked.

“Are you kidding? As much as I give you a hard time, you’re a pretty great catch, Spangles,” Tony laughed again. “Meet me in the morning in my lab.”

[pensat-i-fet]

The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapters Seventeen and Eighteen (Rúben Dias)

Word count: 1415

Chapter 17:

Rúben

“Rubes, does you girl post about everything she does on IG?”, asks John when we are on the lift on our way to breakfast.

“Rúben has a girl?”, asks Kyle. “I want to see her”.

“I don’t have a girl”, I say. “And yes, she posts a lot. It’s cute”.

“Yeah, I bet you found the video of her doing yoga real cute”, he laughs.

“Shut up!”

“Who is this girl?”, asks Kyle again, annoyed.

“A friend. But Mr nosey had to go and follow her on IG”, I say rolling my eyes at John.

He just shrugs. 

“But can I see her or not?”, asks Kyle for the hundredth time.

“Just show him a photo, John. So he stops asking”.

And when he does, I can see a little smirk on his face. “Good job, bro”, he tells me walking to the table.

I just shake my head.

“Good luck today 😘"

“Thank you. I’ll see you after the match 😘"

I put my phone away to concentrate on the match. Big game against Villa, plus our competitors have dropped points. Except for Spurs. Christina will be happy about that.

Christina

Being at the Etihad feels a bit strange. The seats we got at the Emirates were near the families as well, but I had Jess with me. And…I don’t know. Here I feel more exposed. Like people will wonder who I am and what I do here. So I just try to keep a low profile.

The first thing I do when I sit down is posting the photo I took outside of the stadium. I caption it “Not turning into a City fan, dad. I swear!”.

A couple of minutes later I have a couple of comments on it.

Sarah: keep telling yourself that, babe.

Lily: do it!! I’ll finally become the favourite daughter 😂😂

John: you say that now, but…

Wait, what is John doing here? And he’s following me too? How did I miss that?

Anyways. Time to put the phone away and enjoy the match.

**

City win 3-1 and extend their point difference with the second-place team, Spurs. I guess we’ll have to beat them here in a couple of weeks to reduce that distance again.

I then make my way to the area where Rúben told me to wait for him, trying not to get lost. When I get there, I have to show my ID and when I get inside, I can see it’s mostly filled with the player’s families. Yeah, I don’t fit here at all. And also, I’m not sure I want them to see me with Rúben and for rumours to start.

“Hey. Congrats on the win!! 😊

Could we meet somewhere else? All the families are here and I feel a bit out of place.”

A couple of minutes later, he answers saying he’ll send someone to pick me up and walk me to the dressing room. Ok…

“Christina?”, says a security guard after entering the room. Everyone stares at him.

“Yes? That’s me!”, I say, making everyone turn to look at me now.

“Come with me, please”.

I do as he says and follow him out of the room, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. 

“You can wait here”, he tells me, pointing at some chairs near the dressing rooms.

“Thanks”.

“Hi Chris!”, I hear a couple of minutes later and I turn to find John waving at me.

“Hi! Congrats on the win. And the assist”.

“Thanks. Did you enjoy the match?”

“I did”.

“Great. Do you want me to wait with you until Rúben comes back? He should be here soon”, he asks me.

“No, don’t worry. I’m sure you have people waiting for you”.

“Yeah, my daughter is here. Maybe you saw her with the rest of the kids in the room?”

“Well”, I say scrunching my nose. “There were a lot of kids and all of their shirts said “Daddy”, so it’s hard to tell who belonged to who”.

He laughs. “Yeah, that’s fair. I’ll introduce you to her another day”.

“Ok”, I add, feeling strange at the mention of another day. It’s like he expects me to be here without a doubt when I have plenty.

“See you soon”, he says with a wink and leaves.

Before I have time to turn to look at the dressing room’s door again, I notice someone covering my eyes with their hands. I jump at the touch, but then relax when I hear Rúben’s voice. 

“Who am I?”

Chapter 18:

Rúben

“Emm…Harry Kane?”

“No”, I say, trying not to laugh.

“Well, that’s disappointing”, she says. “Oh please, don’t tell me you are that Rúben Dias guy. I can’t stand him”.

I move my hands from her eyes to her shoulders to turn her, frowning at her.

“Well, too bad for you”.

She just laughs and then hugs me, again. I can get used to her and her hugs.

“Congrats”, she says. 

“Thanks”, I say, smiling down at her. “Should we get going?”

“Yeah”.

And so we go back to my car.

“I was thinking about our next match at home”, I tell her.

“Spurs, yeah. Don’t talk to me that day”, she says giving me a funny look.

“Ok, but, how about you come to the match?”

“I can’t”, she says and my spirits go down immediately.

“Why?”

“I’m going home to visit my family. It’s been a long time since I got to see them”.

“Oh, ok. Well, family first”, I try to laugh to hide my disappointment.

“Always”.

“So”, I start talking again. “Will we be able to see each other before the World Cup?”

If we do well, and I really hope we do, I’ll be gone for over a month. If I don’t see her before leaving, it’ll be two months away from her. And just thinking about it annoys me.

“I don’t think so”, she says, looking outside of the window.

“Well, that fucking sucks”, I say, stating the obvious.

That gets a sad laugh from Christina. “Yeah”.

When we make it to my apartment, I realise she’s leaving now. I’ll have to drive her to the station in less than an hour and then not see her again for two months. How am I supposed to do that?

“I’ll go finish packing”, she says, noticing my change in mood.

“Ok. I’ll go get changed”.

Christina

The moment both Rúben and I realised we are not seeing each other in a long time, everything changes. It’s as if someone had turned the reality button on to show us this weekend was the exception.

Only 5 minutes later, I’m sure everything is properly packed and I make my way to the kitchen, where I find Rúben sitting in a chair.

“Rúben?”, I say softly making him turn.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, but we don’t need to leave for another 40 minutes. How about going to the park again? No call will ruin it this time”.

That manages to put a little smile back on his face. “Let’s go”.

When we sit on the bench, I speak before I realise what I’m saying. I just can’t stand this silence between us.

“I’ve been offered a job”, I say, making Rúben look up at me.

“Have you? Who offered the job?”

“Tom”, I say, waiting to see if he makes the connection.

“Tom?...No!”, he turns fully to face me. “Have you been offered a job at City?”

I nod.

“Christina! That’s amazing!”, he says, beaming.

And that makes me smile too. 

“Did you say yes to his offer?”

“I didn’t have the chance. He just mentioned it and told me to think about it. I’ll obviously have to talk to my current boss and wait a couple of weeks to change jobs but…I think I want to say yes”.

I have been thinking about it since I told Sarah. She’s right. The job is better and the city is cheaper. I can grow as a journalist and make good connections for future jobs. And of course, Rúben is in Manchester too.

“You’ll be moving to Manchester, right?”, he asks.

I nod again. 

“And working with me?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly how much we’ll work together but, yeah, the same team. So I guess I’m likely to see you here and there”, I say laughing. 

“Please say yes”, he says, staring so intensely into my eyes, that he might as well be staring at my soul. 

[dameronology]

it's no use, i just do {bucky barnes}

'if i just wanted someone to hold, then really anyone would do/i'd close my eyes and really try not to turn them into you, but it's no use, i just love you' - no use i just do, hayley williams

(a.k.a: the one where bucky needs a hug, but specifically from you)

eugh more bucky stuff from my drafts? yes. i think so. truth be told, I started writing this like 3 months ago (whenever flowers for vases came out) but it's been sat collecting dust. enjoy :-)

- jazz xx

p.s this is spoiler free!

The nights were always hardest for Bucky Barnes.

The dark always reminded him of the furthest corners of his mind; the ones holding his worst memories, skeletons collecting dust, rotting away until he forgot about them completely or forced them out with intensive therapy. Both were options that he was completely dreading - so he forced them down, forced them to the back and did everything within his power to ignore. It was easy enough during the day, when he was surrounded by his friends, occupied by work and the buzz of New York City.

Then the sun went away, and with the rising of the moon came the echoes and ghosts of Winter Soldier's past. Thanks to the likes of Netflix and YouTube, the modern world was filled with enough things to distract Bucky from the grips of his own mind. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

And tonight was one of the nights where it didn't. Every time he shut his eyes - squeezed them shut and gripped onto his thin blankets like a flimsy anchor to the present - he got flashbacks. Reminders of the things he'd done and the people he'd hurt. They always had the same look in their eyes, whenever they flashed into his mind. He couldn't see it then, but now he could feel again, he knew it was fear. The same look he had in his eyes every time he was clamped into a chair and forced to have the last remaining ounce of his humanity wiped.

Bucky's hold-ups about his feelings for you seemed almost comical compared to the problems he dealt with then. But he could feel more now, which meant his brain was so hyperaware of every little thing he felt for you; love, attachment, fear. All things that were enough to send him into a spiral, even if the feeling of your arms around him and lips meshed against his was the first reminder of his humanity since nineteen-forty-fucking-five.

Distance had felt like the answer. Cutting you out completely and acting like he hadn't fallen into your bed every night for six months seeking comfort. It was kind of a dick move, but it was one you understood. Actually, no, it wasn't, because you didn't understand a single thing the man ever fucking did. That's probably why you'd let him go so easily - people came and went. Maybe he was just supposed to be the latter.

How was it going, you ask? Given that Bucky had elbowed his way into your apartment complex at 3AM and was pacing outside your front door - pretty fucking terribly. Normally, he wasn't that bad at resisting the urge to seek you out, but tonight had been hard. Too hard. His hands were still shaking, shirt still sticking to his back with sweat. The nightmares had been...visual, to say the least. He felt like a monster, and you were the only person he trusted enough to convince him otherwise.

"Hey, dumbass. I have a Ring doorbell - what the fuck are you doing out there?"

Bucky jumped at the sound of your voice. Technology: 1. Barnes: 0.

The front door swung open, revealing a tired-looking you. Your hair was pushed back off your face, large nightshirt swamping your body. He knew you got mad when your beauty sleep was interrupted, but you got even madder when he suffered in silence.

"I..." Bucky trailed off.

"Nightmares. I know." You stepped aside. "Come in."

You didn't push any further, or berate him for his radio silence over the last few weeks. He was grateful for that. You were the only person who didn't ask so many questions all the time. Bucky didn't mind talking, but recounting his entire life story to Sam Wilson whilst they drove to Walmart wasn't his idea of fun.

Your apartment still felt homier than his. The walls were covered in photos of you and your friends and family, and shitty little drawings done by your various, younger relatives. Your fridge had postcards and letters hung on it, and there was clutter all over the kitchen counter. The thousands of pillows piled high on your sofa were practically a safe haven. There was a soft scent of vanilla hanging in the air from all your little diffusers, making him smile slightly.

"You got new curtains?" Bucky helplessly pointed to your window.

"How very observant of you." You placed a hand on his arm as you brushed past him. "What's going on, Buck?"

"With my life, or just tonight?"

"I don't think we have time for the first one." You fell onto the sofa. "Sit."

He took a seat beside you; not on you, but close enough so that your knees were touching. "Every time I close my eyes, I remember."

"That wasn't you." You gently reminded him, reaching out to push his hair back. "Not then and not now."

"I still did it though." He held his hands out in front of him. "These are the hands that killed innocent people. This is the brain that felt no empathy or remorse."

"No." You firmly said. "Those are the hands that fought in Wakanda, for the good fight. This is the brain that comes up with the worst jokes I've ever heard and regularly forgets to buy toilet roll."

His blue eyes wavered from the floor, capturing your gaze. He suddenly fell back against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your chest. Everybody else went out their way to make him seem like a monster or a saint - but you? You just made him seem like a human. There wasn't a single perfect one of those. Steve Rogers probably came close, but he was a fucking terrible driver.

"I..." Bucky trailed off. He knew what he wanted to say. Just didn't have the courage to verbalise it. "I appreciate you."

"I know." You murmured, carding a hand through his hair.

Bucky had gone to therapy. He'd taken up exercise (and boxercise and jazzercise) and yoga. He'd tried those stupid fucking cleansing smoothies that his neighbour had sold him - at the time, he had yet been introduced to the idea of multilevel marketing schemes - and gone to meditation classes. None of it worked. Not for a single second.

Then you came in the picture, and he began to see colour etched into the edges of an otherwise black and white world. Where there had been nightmares and flashbacks, he'd found a peaceful night's sleep and pleasant dreams (normally of you, truth be told). The simplicity of it was what made it so complex - because he didn't understand it. Couldn't get his head around the fact that you actually, genuinely wanted to help him.

And he knew it wasn't just your touch or the softness of your skin against his. He'd tried it - sleeping with strangers and staying around the morning after to cuddle. Anything to find human contact with the emotion and the commitment; the very two components that were the secret ingredients to the two of you working so fucking nicely.

"Thank you." Bucky murmured.

"For what?"

"For just..." He glanced up at you, blue eyes holding an emotion you couldn't quite place, "treating me like everyone else. Like a normal person."

"You are a normal person." You softly smiled. "Maybe with a little more baggage, but to the right person, that won't matter."

"Does it matter to you?"

"That's a trap." You thinned your eyes at him. "But no, it doesn't."

He tightened his grip on you, the fear and anxiety draining from his soul. He knew now more than ever that the comfort didn't come from the way he was being held, or the way he was being spoken to. It was who was holding him, and who was speaking to him. You came out on top, every time.

That was why it worked.

It was you. And there was nothing he could do about it.

[tsukikento]

Empathetic Chapter 17

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you’re in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family’s past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn.

A/N: Had to write this chapter three times because somehow everything kept getting deleted!! I’m sorry for my inconsistent posting. Please leave comments, reblog, or send me asks if you like! They always keep me motived :)

(masterlist)

When you came back out for dinner, Bakugou was already sitting at the head of the table, eating away, and chatting away with Kirishima and Sero. To his left was an empty seat, but a plate filled with food.

I wonder if Bakugou made that or if someone nicer prepared it, you wonder as you and Ashido made your way to the table. If Bakugou made it, then damn. However, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kirishima made it or Kaminari who was on dish cleaning duty and needed to put away the leftovers. Regardless of who did it, they still sat you down next to Bakugou in your usual seat.

Don’t read into that, you told yourself as your sat down at the table. Instead, you focused on the delicious food in front of you that you immediately began to chow down on. You found yourself, much like Bakugou, simply eating away while Ashido, Kirishima, and Sero kept the conversation going. Both of you were much too hungry to stop and add your own commentary to the conversation.

Bakugou finished before you and chugged down his water before taking both yours and his glass to the kitchen to fill them back up. Gratefully, you mumbled out a “Thank you” before you continued to eat. Play it cool, he’s just being polite, you told yourself and Ashido proceeded to elbow you and wink.

You rolled your eyes at the pink girl and focused back on what was left on your plate.

Conversation flowed easily until Bakugou came back. The blond placed the cups onto the table before holding up his arms and stretching in a way that clearly showed his stomach. At this point, each of you were still in casual athletic clothes and his simple t-shirt lifted just enough to show his stomach.

It was an action you should be used the at this point. The blond often stretched without a care or used his quirk in ways that ruined clothing. And yet, you still found your face heating up and your eyes glued to the sight.

When he finally sat back down, he leaned in close to you. “I’m ready to go whenever,” He explained before leaning back into his chair and sipping on his water.

“Go where?” Sero, who was to Bakugou’s immediate right, questioned.

You looked to Bakugou, expecting him to reply. Not only were you hesitant to explain the situation and possibly misunderstand what Bakugou was thinking, but the blond typically made habit of answering anyways.

“The gym for yoga and cardio,” Bakugou explained, just like you expected. Luckily, it wasn’t any different than what you thought.

“Really?” Kirishima questioned, his eyes lighting up. “That sounds so manly!” He turned to look at Ashido, “Do you want to go do yoga and cardio too?”

“Um,” Ashido immediately turned to you, concerned that she and Kirishima would be intervening on your alone time with Bakugou.

Part of you wanted to welcome the company, ultimately nervous about having to hold up a conversation when neither you nor Bakugou were all too talkative. However, you spent hours alone with Bakugou each week and it wasn’t awkward then so why would it be different?

Bakugou also hates how couple-y they are so he may be more inclined to talk to me and spend time with me if they are there doing PDA, you thought before subtly nodding to Ashido.

“I’d love to go if Bakugou and Y/L/N don’t mind,” Ashido finally spoke after a few moments.

“I don’t care,” Bakugou measly replied.

“What about you, Sero?” Kirishima questioned, “Do you want to go too?”

“No way,” The black-haired boy replied, leaning back in his chair. “I had interning today and had to chase a villain down seven blocks, ugh!”

“Weren’t you using your tape though?” Ashido shot back curiously.

“So? It still drains me and my poor arms. I could not do yoga like this.” Sero flailed his arms around before letting them fall to his sides, effectively showing how absolutely dead they were. “I’ll just stay here with Kaminari and make him watch the new season of Galactic Guard again or whatever.”

“Your loss,” Kirishima jokes before chuckling lightly. “I’m going to go get changed, be down soon.”

Ashido followed him with the same explanation.

Awkwardly, you looked at Sero, expecting him to say something. You and Bakugou were already changed and had your waters with you, there was no reason for you to go upstairs. Unfortunately, due to the silence and the awkward atmosphere of a nervous you and an ever-rigid Bakugou, the black-haired boy immediately slid out of his seat, claiming to need water. However, you watched as he dropped his empty glass on the counter and simply talked to Kaminari.

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your water, wishing there was more to do. Thinking on your feet, you stood up abruptly. “I’ll clear the dishes,” You said before stacking the plates and silverware. “Do you want your water anymore?”

Bakugou shook his head so you proceeded to grab his water, place it into your cup, and make your way to the kitchen slowly.

Kaminari and Sero greeted you happily and Kaminari immediately took your dishes.

Their rather boring conversation did not leave room for you to interject, so you simply made your way back to the dining table. Sighing, you grabbed your half-full water and reached for Bakugou’s as well. The blond watched you wordlessly.

You wondered if his lack of comment was a bad thing or if it showed comfortability and a willingness to let you touch his belongings.

As you debated the notion, you silently, almost like you were on autopilot, filled up the waters, and went back to the table. With nothing left to do, you sat back down into your seat and awaited the arrival of Kirishima and Ashido

“Thank you,” Bakugou said as you sat down with the two glasses of water.

“No problem” You replied. Despite this comment being typical for literally anyone to say, it still felt nice for him to say thank you. Maybe it was because he rarely used his manners.

Bakugou grabbed his water from the table and put it back into his bag. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you waited for Ashido and Kirishima. The only noise was the people talking in the kitchen and the small group watching television in the living room.

A few minutes passed by before the couple finally emerged from the elevator and greeted you both with wide smiles. Kirishima had on black basketball shorts with a red stripe down the side as well as a red hoodie. Ashido adorned a matching two-piece set of leggings and a conservative sports bra that was cheetah print. She also had on a black zip-up jacket that was currently wrapped around her waist.

You and Bakugou quickly got up from your seats, grabbed your belongings, and slowly made your way to the door. Ashido was by your side while Kirishima ran the kitchen to fill up his and Ashido’s waters. The pink girl moved from being attached to Kirishima’s side and was now attached to yours.

Giggling, she whispered in your ear, “Yet another double date!”

Sheepishly you rolled your eyes and dismissed the thought. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

“What?” Ashido questioned, moving away from you to give you a confused look.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” You shot back.

“I mean,” She began, emphasizing her words, “What does that even mean?”

“What does what mean?” You replied, absolutely clueless to the confusion.

“She’s asking what ‘don’t count your chickens before they hatch’ means,” Bakugou butted in as he stood opposite you by the front door. “Personally, I think it’s rather obvious.”

“Oh, shut it, Bakugou!” Ashido exclaimed, giving the blond a dirty look.

Laughing, you explained, “It’s just an American saying.” You debated how exactly to explain it before once again continuing, “Just because you have, say, 10 chicken eggs, 2 could break before they hatch and 3 more could be simply eggs, no baby in them. So, they saying means that you shouldn’t expect something until it happens. You can’t expect to have 10 chickens just because you have 10 eggs.”

Ashido harrumphed, clearing having trouble understanding. “Sounds dumb.” Something you also expected her to say considering she was the one ‘counting her chickens before they hatched’.

You shrugged, “It’s hard to understand sayings from other countries if you didn’t grow up around them. I’m sure some common Japanese sayings don’t make sense to me.”

At this point, Kirishima joined back in and made quick work of putting on his tennis shoes.

“My mom used to always say ‘even monkeys fall out of trees’ when I made mistakes,” Ashido explained, testing you to see if you would understand a common Japanese phrase.

“Everyone makes mistakes,” You replied after a few seconds to think it over.

“Dang!” Ashido replied as the four of you made your way out of the dorm and to the gym.

“What about this one,” Bakugou interjected. “My dad would say this all the time, ‘the stake that sticks up gets hammered down.’”

Oh, this one is definitely more complicated.

You tried working through the saying out in your brain, sure it had someone to do with being seen in society. “Um,” You began, “The person who stands out will…” You paused, unsure how to finish. Sighing, you shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know.”

“Ha Ha!” Ashido shouted in joy. “It means the person who stands out is often subject to criticism.”

You nodded your head in understanding as she explained.

“How were you so good at those?” Kirishima asked.

“Well, word association is taught in elementary schools,” You explained, reminiscing on the problems you solved in second grade. “For example, we would get something like “cow is to barn as man is to ‘blank’ and we would have to fill it in.”

Ashido and Kirishima proceeded to exclaim “house!” while Bakugou simply nodded, actions that represented each of them rather well.

“Nice!” You laughed, high-fiving the two who guessed.

You rounded the corner at this point, entering one of the school buildings with multiple classrooms. You followed the group as they made their way upstairs and weaved through hallways. Fairly naturally, the conversation died down as the couple of Ashido and Kirishima clung to each other and dawdled behind.

Aggravated, Bakugou led your group, clearly annoyed with how slow they were. Honestly, you were pretty sure Ashido planned this so you could have alone time with the blond.

Trying to utilize this opportunity, you kept stride with the blond. “Pretty annoying, huh?” You asked, gesturing to the couple and silently apologizing for throwing them under the bus and using them as a conversation starter.

“Aren’t they always?” Bakugou replied, looking to the couple before rolling his eyes and groaning.

“Sometimes they are cute,” You shrugged, flashing a smile to the blond. “At least they’re happy, you know?” You asked, attempting to reason with them.

Bakugou simply “tsked” in reply. “Doesn’t mean they aren’t making me nauseous.”

“Very true,” You responded, unable to stop yourself from chuckling loudly. “Especially when they talk in baby voices and make little smooching noises!” You altered your voice slightly to mimic Ashido’s baby voice that you hear her only use with Kirishima.

Bakugou cackled loudly at the comment, clearly amused by your impersonation. “Or when they go off to each lunch by themselves, cuddling under a tree, and then coming back like giddy teenagers,” He added.

“Oh, yeah!” You animatedly exclaimed, “How could I forget? Kirishima ends up staring out the window all of class!”

As your laughter died down, the two of you arrived at the double doors that led to the small gym. Luckily, no one else was inside due to how late it was. In fact, you four might be here past curfew. Despite this, you entered into the gym which had a few different weight machines and treadmills as well as a room to the left that was dim and specifically designed for yoga.

You knew this was the gym that Ashido frequently used late at night but weren’t familiar with the layout. Slowly, you put down your belongings, chugged down a few gulps of your water and made your way into the yoga room. The room had too large baskets on wheels that came up to about your waist. Inside, were blue and white yoga mats with the school’s logo on it. It was for student use and cleaned every week, a small perk for going to such a prestigious hero school. By the time you grabbed a mat, you heard the large metal and glass doors once again opening. Waiting for the couple, you rolled out your mat and brought your water to your side.

Although you did yoga frequently and could easily start your own routine, you figured the four of you would want to do a routine together. Once inside, Kirishima and Ashido quickly came into the yoga room and set up mats.

“I’ll hook up my phone to the projector so we can play a video,” Ashido explained as she plugged her phone into a wire that connected to the projector.

You watched the pink girl search up a yoga routine that was primarily focused on stretching the body pre-workout. The video was about half an hour-long, so you simply prepared yourself by sitting on your knees and waiting for the introduction to finish.

Yoga went by rather quickly, which each of you silently following the video. You were all in your own worlds, thinking about your own problems or simply letting your mind go black as you followed the routine. You could tell it was something your mind and body was craving after a long day of theorizing and sitting at the desk.

Once the routine finally ended, you let out a big breath and stretched your body one final time before grabbing your water bottle to drink from. “Ah, that was so good!” You sighed, completely satisfied.

Kirishima and Ashido hummed in agreement as they rolled up their mats.

“And now it’s time to put that stretching to good use,” Bakugou added, as he passed by you with his own rolled mat. He grabbed yours, which you just finished rolling, and went to put them away. Once done, he made his way back to you and held out his hand to help you up. “Shall we go run?” He asked while he effortlessly pulled you up.

“We shall,” You replied, a wide smile on your face.

Bakugou had never, not even when he was kicking your ass in training, helped your up or touched your hand. Immediately, you felt heat spreading up your face and your heart beating faster.

Ashido, who was putting her own yoga mat into her bag eyed you suspiciously. Subtly, you gave her a surprised look and shrugged your shoulders. Bakugou inevitably let go of your hand after you were standing up straight. He was surprisingly warm and you held quickly went cold without his touching.

In an attempt to play everything off cool, you simply followed behind him, grabbing your bag and moving to the treadmill next to his. You placed your belongings down, took one last gulp of water, and got onto your treadmill.

Bakugou, who had already started, was going at a slow pace and you decided to follow in line with him. The slow speed was an ideal way to warm up your body and prepare you for a faster pace.

You didn’t have to wait long, however, because Bakugou soon sped up his treadmill by two. He gave you’re a clear look and you didn’t even have to take out your earbuds to know he was subtly saying there is no way in hell you will run faster than me.

After a few more strides, you also increased your speed, clicking three times to be running one faster than him.

Almost immediately, Bakugou gave you another look and increased his speed. This game of tug-of-war continued for a few minutes, each of you slowly increasing your speed in order to one-up the other. It was fun when you started slow, and you even found yourself smiling when you were running at a speed just below a sprint. However, you were now sprinting at a breakneck pace and craving this game to stop.

You once again, and quite stubbornly, pressed the up arrow to increase your speed.

Bakugou attempted to groan under his breath, but he was going too fast to have control over his voice and you clearly heard the roan of indignation. The blond pressed his finger onto the up arrow and increased his speed just as he had done before. This time, however, he notably did not go past your speed.

The both of you were now running at the same speed, and although you were tempted to go up at least one more to irk Bakugou, you knew it was best not to. It was all down to endurance now.

You focused your attention on running, moving your arms to help your speed, and focusing on your breathing to make sure you were taking in big and consistent breaths.

“Woah, Bakugou and Y/N-chan!” Kirishima’s voice rang through your ears. Despite only being two treadmills over and a total of 12 feet, you could barely hear him. “So manly!” If you were looking at him, you would see him send a cheeky smile to Ashido before increasing his own speed.

However, you were all too involved in your own competition to worry about him.

You felt your legs burn and crave for a break. You felt so hot that you were sure you were steaming. In fact, you saw steam.

Steam? You looked to your left from where it was coming and saw steam emitting from Bakugou’s palms. You could have gasped in surprise if you weren’t so already short on breath. The next thing to smelled was an intense caramel. Or is it burning sugar? You questioned as you realized it was coming from the blond next to you.

It smells so sweet, you thought, clearly distracted. It made you think of caramel apples at amusement parks, chewing on the delectable treat as you walked around, surrounded by vibrant lights.

You inhaled deeply, trying to take it all in. Suddenly, you tripped. The floor fell out from under you, and you did not have enough speed or traction to keep up. Quickly, you clutched onto the railings and got back up to speed. The difficult action, which would surely leave bruises on your arms, lasted only a few seconds. Although Bakugou noticed, he didn’t say anything, so you simply kept up with running.

However, now your body ached even more. All you wanted to do was stop and you couldn’t drag your brain away from the idea. You felt your limbs begging to slow down and you could no longer deny the request. Reluctantly, you slowed down the treadmill with a sigh. Bakugou immediately noticed the action and shot his arms up with a small “woop!” in excitement.

At least seeing him so excited was worth it, you thought as you finally stopped the treadmill.

With exhaustion running through your veins, you got off the treadmill and made a beeline to your water. Your legs gave out and you sat against the wall, arching your back to give your lungs room. You chugged a few gulps of the cool beverage before you brought your hands above your head. It was the best way to get air into your lungs and control your breathing again.

Bakugou quickly joined you, copying your actions but while standing up.

“Good job, guys!” Ashido exclaimed, giving you both a thumbs up as she jogged at a much more reasonable pace.

You returned the gesture before grabbing your water again. Slumped up against the wall, you closed your eyes. Mentally, you made a note to not go out running tomorrow.

While you rested, you heard Ashido and Kirishima turn off their treadmills and join you against the wall. They chatted amongst themselves while Bakugou sat next to you.

Immediately, the caramel smell emitting off him wafted into your noise and filled your senses with euphoria and anxiety. He smelled so good, and yet you were certain he was much closer to you now. You could practically feel his body heat against your left arm.

The chatter from Ashido and Kirishima provided white noise, while Bakugou’s sweet aroma and warm body provided the ultimate guide to sleep. Your tired body craved it and you slowly felt yourself falling deeper and deeper.

Too tired to notice, you slowly leaned to the left, your shoulder eventually touching Bakugou’s. It was slight, a small brush of skin, but the blond immediately noticed the action, who stared at your sleeping body which found comfort in the purchase of his body.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when you were woken back up. In fact, you didn’t realize you fell asleep until you were waking up and opening your eyes to the sight of Bakugou’s own crimson orbs.

Quickly, you noticed the feeling of a warm arm against yours and moved abruptly away.

You could feel the heat spread from your neck to your cheeks and ears. If you weren’t in such shock, you would have also been certain that Bakugou’s own cheeks blushed pink. You shook your head in confusion, pushing away the ridiculous thoughts that came to mind.

“S-sorry!” You stuttered out, your voice barely emitting a sound.

“It’s fine,” Bakugou confidently laughed, brushing off the topic. “I just thought you would want to head back soon since you are falling asleep.”

“Uh, yeah,” You mumbled, “Thanks.” Looking away, you set your eyes on all your belongings and began picking them up. Sometimes it was difficult to look him in the eyes. Despite how warm and entrancing they were, they made you feel hot all over and spread nerves all throughout your body. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stood all the way up and awaited Bakugou.

It only took a moment for the blond to stand upright after you. Gingerly smiling, you turned and made your way to the door.

“You guys coming?” Bakugou asked, walking backward so he could face the couple.

“Later,” Ashido mumbled, waving him away as she continued to smile at her boyfriend.

Bakugou hummed in acknowledgment and turned to you, a signal to open the door into the empty hallway.

“Today was fun,” You remarked, sparing a glance at the blond as the metal door eased closed. “Although I am sure tomorrow will be tough.” You paused, thinking over your schedule, “At least I only have class tomorrow.”

Although you were too nervous to look long, you saw the blond smile shyly and nod his head. “Yeah, I’m just glad I am done with the assignment due in English tomorrow.”

“Ah,” You replied, “How I wish I only had English assignments instead of extra Japanese assignments.”

“You’ll need to learn if you plan to stay here,” Bakugou remarked.

You scoffed, “I would argue that my Japanese was quite good already.” Rolling your eyes, you spared a teasing smile to him.

“What about when you are given a paper report and expected to read it all in minutes? Or when you have to write a report after a mission?” Bakugou shot back.

You groaned loudly, simply imagining how torturous a kanji-filled report that you would need to run through quickly. “Maybe you’ll be nice enough to write my reports for me?” You joked, opening your eyes and pouting in an attempt to look cute.

Bakugou blew air out his nose in a short laugh. “Bold of you to assume that I would even hire you to work at my agency.”

“Rude,” You replied, knowing full well that this was all a joke. “I think I would be a good hire, I could keep you calm during idiotic interviews or meetings too.” You looked into his eyes, “So, you want to start your own agency?”

“Need to if I’m going to be number one,” Bakugou curtly answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well,” You began, “If I’m still in the area, and you are in desperate need of a hire, I would be happy to help.”

“Thanks.”

A small laugh and a brief look had your insides twisting. You once again felt hot. However, you were now, luckily, in the cool air of the night. You calmed yourself as the two of you approached the dorms.

Bakugou took a few quick steps to get ahead of you to reach the door. He moved to the side so you could enter in first and you smiled and nodded politely.

However, when you entered the dorm, your mood quickly changed. Practically every student was in the living room, some standing, some sitting. Most notably, Aizawa-sensei stood in the dining room, leaned up against the large wooden table, and clearly lost in his thoughts. Multiple sets of eyes turned to look at you. Your anxieties pooled in your stomach as you looked at your teacher.

Is it that bad that we are past curfew?

You felt Bakugou’s body pressed close up against yours. You were too scared to move, so the blond had to squeeze in. He was about to jokingly push you out of the way until he noticed the concerning scene in front of him.

You had no time to think about how comforting the action was, especially as he placed your hands onto your shoulders. He squeezed the slightly, but you were unsure if it was an action that was supposed to make you feel better or to make your move. You stumbled forward, but the blond hardly moved.

Aizawa cleared his throat and moved from his perch at the table. Silently, he approached you. “Let’s talk outside,” He whispered so only Bakugou, and you could hear. “Just you,” He elaborated, looking into your eyes.

You gulped and let Bakugou push you away so Aizawa could reach the door and lead the way out. You only snapped back to reality when your shoulders were suddenly cold at the lost touch.

“Okay,” You mumbled, stumbling to follow after your teacher. Maybe he was going to lecture us separately? You wondered, clinging to the hope that this was a simple scolding and not a disastrous event.

It must be my mom, what else would it be?

“Is my mom okay?” You immediately questioned when the door Bakugou closed was finally shut.

“Yes,” He abruptly replied, “Let’s talk this way.” He led you around the building to where there were multiple benches.

“My siblings?”

“Sit,” He spoke and motioned at a long bench.

You sat quickly, hoping it would make the news come quicker as well.

“There is no easy way to say this,” He began, “Please just listen.” Aizawa rubbed his eyes, clearly drained. “There was a prison escape at the North-Western prison. A total of 117 inmates escaped and are being rounded up. Your father is one of them.”

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Deep End Part 2:

Part 2: 2k words approx

Available on Ao3 HERE

Characters: OFC Aura, Minho, Han

Summary: AU/ Minho is the new accountant at Aura's work, and he's got his sights set on her. But what happens when her ex Han comes back into the picture.

Workplace romance with a blast from the past for Aura.

Warnings for part 2: Course language, embarrassment, pet names, sexual tension, fantasies.

Read Part 1 HERE

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It was time for another staff meeting and Aura was dreading it. How much did Minho see of her dancing the other night? Would he say something to her about it? Would he tell other people? She was hit with a wave of anxiety as she wondered whether or not everyone in this room knew about it.

She tried to gage his body language, but every time she glanced over at him, he was already watching her. His expression had a hint of a knowing smirk, but maybe she was imagining it. Maybe that’s just his face? Until he winked at her. Aura’s cheeks must have turned bright red because Felix poked her in the arm and said “Hey are you feeling okay?” God no, she wasn’t feeling okay. The man across the room was sending her messages, he was indicating that he saw something that he shouldn’t have, and that he was highly amused by it. Aura gulped. Who the fuck was this Minho? And why does he have his sights set on her?

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“Ugh.. Finally.” groaned Hyunjin, when Chris eventually dismissed the meeting. He got up from his chair and stretched his arms above his head. “God, I need to go to yoga I think.”

“Do you need a massage, love?" Felix offered, stroking the taller man’s back.

“I thought you said you weren’t going back to yoga?” Binnie piped up, collecting his half drunk protein shake and headed out the door.

The other staff started to stream out of the meeting room too, Aura close on their heels.

“Oh Aura!” Chris called from the front of the room. She looked over to find him ushering her up the front of the room. To her disappointment, Minho was still sat next to him flicking through paperwork. Aura bit her lip and strode over to where her boss was seated. She could feel Minho’s energy emanating from him and it made her stomach flip.

“Aura, I need you to go through with Minho your list of podcast clients. Names, contracts, agreements. Who’s paid, who is a pain in the arse… all that. Kay?”

“Oh?” Aura choked and she started to sit down in a chair. “No, no not right now.” Chris smiled at her, stopping her from sitting down. Minho glanced up from his paperwork and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you have time this afternoon?” Chris inquired.

Aura thought for a moment. “Ummm… yep… yes.” She squeaked, embarrassment suffocating her. What the hell was wrong with her voice? She saw Minho chuckle out the side of her eye and she turned and glared at him. His laugh disappeared quickly and he cleared his throat “Two is good for me if that works.” He offered.

“Okay. Two works fine for me too.” She turned to leave.

Fuck. “Um…” she turned back to the men who were both still watching her. “So, where do you want to do it? I mean…go through it?” she stumbled on her words. Fuck. She shook head. “I mean do you want to do it at your place… I mean office… or mine?” What the hell, Aura?

“I think Minho’s office would be best, he doesn’t share with anyone so...”

“Right, well okay. I’ll see you at two. Your place. Office. Your office.”

Aura couldn’t get out of there quick enough. How was she going to compose herself and get her shit together for her meeting with Minho.

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Aura knocked on Minho’s office door at two o’clock on the dot, laptop in hand.

“Come in.” Minho looked up from his desk. Patting some loose strands of hair down nervously, she made her way to sit at the chair on the other side of his large, sturdy timber desk.

“Why don’t we sit on the sofa? It’s easier to look at the same thing if we’re side by side.” He suggested. Aura raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but followed Minho to the two seater sofa that was situated at the other end of his office.

“Okay.” Aura settled herself on the seat beside Minho. Her mini skirt slid up to an embarrassingly inappropriate length, catching his eye. Great, why did she have to wear her shortest skirt? As if she wasn’t nervous enough, her bare thighs then became a desk for her laptop, allowing Minho to cop a view even if he didn’t want to.

“Okay, so I have compiled a file for you, outlining everything Chris was asking for.” She began, trying to remain cool. “Let me just log into the laptop.” The screen sprang to life revealing her desktop background picture. A photo of kpop boy group Exo. “Fuck!” Aura scrambled to log in and get as far away from her beloved Exo as quickly as possible. Minho flashed her an entertained glance, the corner of his mouth turning upward in a silent chuckle.

“Shit.” She mumbled.

“You like this whole Korean boy band thing, hmm?” he smirked. Aura’s face felt like it was on fire. “Are these the fellas you were dancing to the other night?” His smirk grew even bigger.

Aura quickly found the file she was looking for, bringing it up onto the screen and thankfully hiding Exo. “Look, Minho. The question I have is why were you even watching me dance? It wouldn’t be unreasonable for me to think you were ogling me.”

Minho laughed boisterously. “Ha! Kitten! I was only investigating a noise disturbance in the office. How was I to know what I’d find?”

Kitten? Did he just call her kitten? “Do you want me to go through this file or not?” Aura needed to get this conversation back on track.

“Okay, continue.” He conceded, looking back to the screen. But Aura could feel Minho’s eyes burning into her upper thighs as she explained her podcast accounts. He nodded and agreed in all the right places, but she could sense his mind was somewhere else.

She quickly glanced up at him, and for a second she caught his eyes where they shouldn’t be, right on her legs. He recovered quickly, blinking rapidly and returning his gaze to laptop screen.

“And that’s how you pretend you’re busy working when really you’re reading smut.” She said as a means of testing if he was listening to her or not.

“Hmm… good. Yes, makes sense.” He answered mindlessly. Ha! He wasn’t paying attention at all.

Aura pressed the ‘x’ on the file, revealing her guilty pleasure again, Exo.

“You weren’t even listening to me Mister!” she cried, and closed the laptop.

Minho looked indignant. “I was listening.”

“Look, I’ll just email you the file and if you have questions, just let me know.” Aura started get up to leave.

Minho’s hand landed on her bare thigh making her body tense up and her heart race. She looked at him in shock, and he quickly retracted his hand once he realised what he’d done. “Sorry. Aura.” He said sheepishly. “You’re right. I was distracted. I’m sorry.”

“Were you checking me out when I was dancing?” She asked calmly even though nothing inside of her felt calm.

“Wait. What? No. Why? That would be… wrong of me.” He rushed to get the words out. Then a revelation hit him. “Ha! What about you? I saw you eating me for breakfast with your eyes in the meeting this morning?” he countered.

“Nope. You’re wrong.” Aura poked her chin up defiantly.

“I don’t think so, kitten.” He leaned in towards her.

Why does he keep calling her kitten? Surely, it’s not appropriate? But if she was honest, she kind of liked it. This flirting, him calling her ‘kitten’, it was stirring something in her that she had forgotten existed. It was making her feel a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“I know desire when I see it.” He added, whispering right in her ear.

“I have to go!” Aura said shrilly. She needed to get out of there. Minho’s energy, his presence, his fucking words, they were making her body react - respond - and she didn’t know how to handle it. Kitten? Oh God. She covered her face with her hand, then shook her head and stood up.

“Like I said, I’ll email you everything.” She headed to the door.

“Will it include how to look like you’re busy so you can read smut?” he called after her.

Fuck! The bastard was actually listening.

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Over the next few days Aura didn’t have to see Minho. Thank fuck. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle being alone with him again. But she did pass him in the hallway a few times. He’d glance at her as he passed her by, an eyebrow slightly raised, and that now familiar look of amusement on his face. When he could, he’d mumble a “Good Morning, Kitten” to her, making her turn crimson red.

Then on another occasion, she spotted him in the cafe downstairs where she ordered her coffee. He was sitting at table watching her. He didn’t even look away when she looked straight at him. Everyone else didn’t seem to see it. The gossip was that he kept to himself, was polite and reserved, and maybe a little scary.

All Aura saw was a cocky shit that seemed to want to make Aura either squirm or turn bright red. Or both. He wasn’t rude, or mean, he just seemed to know how to make her feel something with the way he spoke to her and the way he looked at her. She was nervous and giddy, but she was also appalled at herself for letting him get to her. But it had been so long since she felt these kind of nerves about a guy. Actually, she’d only been on a handful of dates since leaving her boyfriend Han, some twelve months ago, and none of them eventuated into anything more than a few dinners and really boring sex.

“Come on Aura, who says this guy is actually into you? Maybe he is just a tease, stringing you along ‘cos it’s fun.” She told herself after she left to go back to her office.

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Over the next few days Aura didn’t have to see Minho. Thank fuck. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle being alone with him again. But she did pass him in the hallway a few times. He’d glance at her as he passed her by, an eyebrow slightly raised, and that now familiar look of amusement on his face. When he could, he’d mumble a “Good Morning, Kitten” to her, making her turn crimson red.

Then on another occasion, she spotted him in the cafe downstairs where she ordered her coffee. He was sitting at table watching her. He didn’t even look away when she looked straight at him.

Everyone else didn’t seem to see it. The gossip was that he kept to himself, was polite and reserved, and maybe a little scary.

All Aura saw was a cocky shit that seemed to want to make Aura either squirm or turn bright red. Or both. He wasn’t rude, or mean, he just seemed to know how to make her feel something with the way he spoke to her and the way he looked at her. She was nervous and giddy, but she was also appalled at herself for letting him get to her. But it had been so long since she felt these kind of nerves about a guy. Actually, she’d only been on a handful of dates since leaving her boyfriend Han, some twelve months ago, and none of them eventuated into anything more than a few dinners and really boring sex.

“Come on Aura, who says this guy is actually into you? Maybe he is just a tease, stringing you along ‘cos it’s fun.” She told herself after she left to go back to her office.

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“OOOOhhhh, Felix! That’s the spot. Yes… don’t stop.” Hyunjin moaned. Felix stopped his massage and turned to Aura.

“Are you coming tonight?” he asked brightly. Felix was in their office again, making plans for the evening, as well as delivering his “signature” massage to Hyunjin.

“Nah! I want to record some podcast episodes.” Aura hadn’t recorded this week’s episode for her own personal podcast, and she felt behind.

“Who are you talking about this week?” Binnie asked.

“Ateez.” Aura replied.

“You know, what?” Hyunjin piped up. “We should do a collab episode. Kpop idols in Kdrama!” he looked at Aura wide eyed and excited.

“Aren’t you due to put out and episode, Hyunjin?” Binnie poked.

Hyunjin sighed dramatically. “Stop harassing me, Binnie. It takes time to watch a drama. I haven’t finished this one yet.”

Binnie rolled his eyes. “Oh look. It’s five o’clock. Time to go.” He said changing the subject, and meticulously packed his stationery away and turned off his computer.

The other two men followed suit, leaving Aura alone to prepare for her podcast.

It took all of five minutes before Minho crept back into Aura’s thoughts. Kitten? His voice kept repeating in her head. Kitten? Why does he use such a word? Oh God. She couldn’t get it out of her head.

She remembered him whispering it to her under his breath as he passed her in the hall. But then she imagined him saying it in other situations too. Ones that haven’t even happened. She imagined him saying it while she leaned over his desk to give him a spreadsheet, her blouse falling open just enough to see her lace bra. Or as he instructs her to kneel on the floor in front him while he sits on the sofa “I want you to take it all in your mouth, kitten” he’d say. Or as he bends her over his desk “you’re such a bad girl, kitten.” Aura shook her head. No. Stop it.

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Valleys and Mountains Pt 2.🏔

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What to do? You love Chris, but you don’t think he can correct this. An affair for an entire three months. How did you miss all the signs? You have sex with him a few times a week, you tried to be the best wife you could…how did your marriage get here?

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“Chris & Y/N, thank you for coming in today. This is a place where you can express exactly how you feel. Now, who wants to go first?”

“I will.”, Chris said. “I think a divorce is the best option.”

Your head swiveled so fast in his direction. The nerve of that son of that bitch! The doctor saw my face and had to take control.

“Ok Chris. You said that very quickly and without hesitation. Are there any other steps before we pull the plug on this marriage?”

Chris rubs his beard aggressively. You turn your body forward and stare out of the window in front of you. It’s raining cats and dogs outside. You stand up.

Chris and the therapist look at you.

“I need a minute please.” You walk out of the room and down the hall. You just needed out for fresh air. Therapy was the worst decision you ever made. You could hear footsteps coming down the hall; you turn around to see Dr. Grant.

“Are you ok.”

You took a deep breath.

“Yes, I am ready to continue.” You walk about to the room with Dr. Grant.

Chris didn’t even look your way. You guys have a mountain to climb.  

“Ok now. Chris you said you thought that divorce was the best option right now. Can you elaborate on that?”

“Sure. Yes, I fucked up big time. I cheated, but I vowed to put my marriage first because I realized that I made the worst fucking mistake on Earth. Then to find out that my WIFE wanted to get even and decided to go out and fuck some bum ass dude!”

You turn to Chris. “Sounds like we are even to me.”

If looks could kill, you would be a dead woman.

Ok yes, you did cheat on Chris after finding out about his affair, but he started it.

You were out shopping at the mall when a man approached you.  He was tall, about 6ft 3in, nicely tailored suit, and smelled excellent. His said his name was Jason and he owned business building homes. Very impressive. You chatted with him for a few minutes. He had to see you wedding ring. He asked to exchange numbers but that was too much for you. You put his number in your phone and said you will be in touch.

Maybe…maybe not.

You went a couple of days thinking about Jason, but you were so scared to reach out. You and Chris were in separate rooms and are avoiding each other as much as possible. He knew you needed sometime to yourself. After a couple of weeks, you send Jason a text message.

“Hi Jason. This is Y/N the lady from the mall from a couple of weeks ago.”

He responded very quickly.

“Ms. Y/N. I didn’t think you would reach out to me. I’m very happy you did!”

OK…that was nice. You two continued to text well into the night. Asking each other questions and getting to know each other. You finally looked at your clock and it was 2:17 a.m. You text Jason goodnight. You knew you were playing with fire, but you wanted more.

The next morning you woke up to a good morning text from Jason. Well, alrighty then!

You were in your bathroom getting dressed when you heard a knock at the door. It was Chris. He had such a pathetic look on this face. The cheating absolutely hurt you but him telling the girl that he was going to leave you for her….that’s what hurts the most.

You stand up straight and look at Chris.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“Can we sit and talk tonight?”

You take a deep breath.

“What are we discussing?”

“Us. I am a mess without you. I can’t sleep, I’m barely eating, and I just want to lay next to you and hold you.”

“That last part isn’t happening. We can discuss tonight.”

He nodded his head and walked out. You picked up your phone and sent a good morning text back to Jason. You finished getting dressed and headed out for work. The day went by super-fast, maybe because you were texting Jason the entire day.

You made it home dreading to hear what Chris possible has to say. You got out of the car and grabbed your things and walked inside. It smelled really good. Did Chris cook? You turned the corner to the kitchen. Chris is standing there in your apron. You shook your head and giggled, not too hard though.

“Welcome home.”

“Thank you.”

You set your things in a kitchen chair.

Chris made some shrimp pasta, a garden salad, and garlic bread. It wasn’t too bad. He really can’t cook. He made you a plate and pour you both a glass of wine. This is the first time you have been face to face with Chris in about 3 weeks. It was extremely awkward. You both eat in silence for a few seconds.

Chris sat his fork down and sat up.

“YN, I know I have fucked up really bad. I can’t express how embarrassed I am that you have to go through this, how sorry I am for stepping out of our marriage, and how stupid I realize I am for what I’ve done.  I am willing to do any and everything that you ask of me to make you love and trust me again. I’m very serious.”

You drink from your wine glass.

“Is that so? Anything?”

“Anything baby, I promise.”

“I want to meet her and ask any question I want to.”

Chris turned pale in two seconds.

“You want to meet her?”, He could barely get it out.

Fuck no, you didn’t!!

“Is that a problem?”

“Y/N please. I just want move forward.”

“Clearly you didn’t mean ANYTHING.”

Chris put his face in his hands. Finally, he looked up.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. That is giving her power.”

You took another sip of wine.

“You know what. I had no plans on actually meeting the girl. It was a test to see how far you would go with “anything”. Dinner was good.”

“Why are you playing games?”

“Me…playing games?”, you laughed.

You then stood up, guzzled your wine, and headed to your bedroom. WHAT A JOKE! You ran yourself a bubble bath and put on some relaxing music. You floated away into a head space far from reality…..that included Jason. You pick up your phone and sent a flirty text.

You two went back and forth sending text and then you went for it.

“Can I see you tonight?”

Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

He stops replying! Oh my God!

“Sure. Where?”

Whew thank goodness! You decided on a park that’s far from your home. You got out and decide to take even further by sending him a nude pic. Now, there is no turning back!  

You threw on some yoga’s and a top and took off your wedding ring. You didn’t want to make a scene leaving the house. You grabbed your keys and wallet and walked out the door. Chris was sitting on the porch having a beer.

You looked over at him.

“I will be right back.”

He nodded.

You jumped in your car and headed to the park. Jason was already there when you pulled up sitting in his truck. You got out of your car and got in his truck. You gave him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi beautiful.”

“Hi. How are you?”

“Better now.”

You instantly leaned in for a kiss.

“Oh, it’s like that?”

“Very much so.”

You and Jason made out for a few minutes and then you climbed on top of him in the driver seat. You begin gyrating on this dick and you felt it grow. Is that what you want to do? If you do this….you aren’t any better than Chris.

Jason took out a condom and held it up. He gave you “are you sure?” look. You took the condom out of his hands and opened it. Jason sat up and slid his pants down, and then you took your pants off. You put the condom on Jason and sat down on his dick nice and slow.

There is no going back now!

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Sam and Max story dump numero uno

I call this “Untitled Sam and Max Mole Adventure #1, [funny joke tba]”

Sam and Max get a call to the semi-renovated Museum of Mostly Natural History. A Mole Mystery ensues. I’d give this a Teen for mild peril, or something. About 4,400 words.

I started daydreaming about this little Sam n Max adventure aftering chewing over the implications of the mole people, maybe tying in some post-305 stuff for a laugh, something to do with Internet 2.0, and then forgetting about it for a year. I figured if I didn’t post something it’d never see the light of day, and I would just sit editing the same 4000 words forever. Apologies for any chunks missing, this is essentially a first draft, I’ll probably rework a lot of the dialogue and everything else, but the framework is there? Any feedback, criticism, or ideas are much appreciated, and if you fancy chatting to me about please feel free to send me a message !

Anyway, the story:

"Well, would you look at that!" Sam declared cheerfully to the visibly rattled night guard of the half-destroyed and semi-renovated Museum of Mostly Natural History, "Your midnight disturbances were nothing more than a defenceless, pathetic little mole man. The most this minor miscreant will committ is some reckless property damage, maybe chew through a few electrical cables, deface a couple of bathroom signs, or maybe swipe your car stereo if you're really unlucky.

"They're a bit like termites, but usually better dressed," Max added. "And they usually move in the same circles. Underground, wet damp caves, anywhere with plenty of savory plywood goin' spare!"

Their caught culprit spat and chittered like furious little tornado inside the white wire crate he'd been trapped in, an enclosure big enough for him to stand and scuttle around in  indignant circles squawking noisily in protest while occasionally stopping to angrily spit, snort, or strain his eyes glaring cavernous entrance lobby of the museum. Not only was this big-eared, tiny-eyed, snub-nosed, rarely-employed grey fuzzball a complete non-threat, but he was already well-known to the Freelance Police. If there was anything that bored Max it was repeat offenders, and Harry Moleman was no novelty, but trying to jab him with a plastic fork tied to the end of a jumbo pencil from the gift shop soothed his restless spirit while Sam liasoned with their client.

Meanwhile, the shaking "night guard" turned out to be little more than a silver-haired senior hippie in a loudly-patterned wool poncho and eclectic acetate jewelry, a day volunteer at the Museum of Mostly Natural History now turned night squatter left shaking at the sight of a "some screeching beast with shovel-like claws". Sam glanced at her (and shared a brief confirmatory nose wrinkle and nod with Max) for a brief moment and concluded that no whiff of fire and brimstone-esque Yog-Soggothiness was to be found: she was the equivalent friendly neighbourhood witch who had traded in her broomstick for a herbal-scented Volkswagen Campervan, though by the nervous rattling a prescription for diazepam wouldn't go amiss either. He imagined this was just one of the many weirdos the old proprietor Papierweite must have swapped apocalyptic conspiracy theories with years ago in yoga coffee shops and seldom-visited bulletin boards in the deep, dank corners that Sam assumed the internet had.

Sam gave that information a patient moment to sink in before he continued, "I imagine he just gave you a spook when his monstrous silhouette was amplified by a floor light." He placed the chunky 12 volt torch facing their interloper and watched his spherical two-and-a-half foot shadow grow into the outlined of what could conceviably be construed by a mind still possessed by the free spirit of the 60s as a drooling, teeth-gnashing, bone-breaking harbinger of horror.

Their prisoner scowled and hissed at the sharp white light before rattling the grate of the chinchilla cage at their feet with admirable gusto. "You jerks! What's the big idea, here?! You let me out of here, right this second! I've done absolutely nothing wrong!"

"Oh sure, sure - except the wanton property destruction, late-night trespassing, terrifying a poor innocent museum volunteer-slash-squatter, and not to mention getting caught by us, again! That last one isn't illegal, but it IS poor form, Harry. And all this at - what's the time, Sam?"

Sam pushed up his sleeve and checked his watch. "I'd call that two forty-five AM."

"Two forty-!" Max threw his head back and wailed in frustration. "We should be tucked up in bed with our marathon of America's Greatest Sports Injuries at this time of night. Let's scram, Sam - this case is a real dud. Thanks for nothin', Harry!"  

"Couldn't agree more, little buddy. Come on, let's give our culprit here the ol' catch and release, like they do with opossums and intoxicated teens. I'm sure the nearest sewer manhole will do just fine, like it did for that spotty Jenkins kid." Sam leaned down to grab the handle of the crate to cart off the little trespasser, only to pause. Something seemed off: sitting passively inside the wire cage, Harry seemed unusually calm. Instead of clawing at the bars like the desperate little miscreant he was, he had planted his rear end on the floor of his cage while he rubbed his little six-fingered hands together, like a housefly who’d just spotted a particularly delicious beverage to drown in. To Sam, he looked more like he was scheming than panicking.

"But since your escapades dragged us all the way out of our pyjamas and into the bowels of the Museum of Mostly Natural History in the wee hours of the morn, do you mind filling us in on exactly what you were doing this far above ground?" Sam watched the captive mole's eyes, ears, and whiskers twitch nervously.

"... I was just trespassing! Just like you said! What with traffic 'round the Burrows these days, sometimes it's easier to just take a shortcut here and there, y'know? And ah, maybe I just fancied a scenic route? But you know what boys, I've learned my lesson here, so if you'd just go on and open this hatch by the nearest air vent or patch of soft diggable soil, I'll be out of your hair in no time!" Sam lifted the crate up and peered directly into Harry's narrow eyes, pushing his nose up to the bars and sniffing. The little mole chittered nervously.

"You know you're a terrible liar, right, Harry? You've gone from smelling like an abandoned garden centre to an incredibly anxious salt-lick. Spill the beans!"

Max rolled his eyes. "C'mon Sam, put that mole man back where he came from, already!" The older woman was still watching, and harrumphed to catch their attention.

"Well, I, ah, I thank you boys for coming out here on such short notice at such a ridiculous hour, but," the old curator rattled her colorful acetate necklace nervously while pointing with her other hand, "that doesn't much look like what I saw on the way to the Exhibit of Unnatural Disasters. Or sound like. Or smell like."

The sound of something clattering caught the attention of the group, who hung in pensive silence for a few moments.

"...Say, Sam? You did set the VCR to record the rest of our marathon, right?"

"It's cute when you think VCR machines are comprehensible by the sane mind, Max, but we'll be lucky if we end up with another re-run of The Curmudgeonly Connoisseur, or maybe one of those late night shopping channels viewed only by shift workers and resentful insomniacs." He ignored Max's sour little groan. "Keep an eye on this irritating little interloper, would you, Ms. M? And uh, you wouldn't mind if we borrowed this 12 volt flashlight, would you?"

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[MIND THE GAP]

Sam's stomach for adventure curdled like spilt milk on a hot sidewalk when he realised the form at the end of the corridor wasn't just a misplaced mannequin or anomalous animatronic. At the end of the trail of shattered femurs and miscellanous vertebrae was something heaving, pale and sagging, some mighty fleshy mass with very little headspace below the ceiling that had just rendered Papierwaite’s distasteful collection of display skeletons down into a less-than-satisfying midnight snack.

[Apologies for the severe jump here, there was a longer chunk involving a monster chase but it wasn’t working so I just removed the 800 word slog for now. Or I’ll just lampshade it in dialogue later. meh!]

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Sam and Max took a precious few moments to catch their breath while their now firmly stuck pursuer thrashed wildly like live fish in a wet sack, it's grim flesh wobbling blancmange-like as it tried to fling itself forward open-mouthed with cut-glass wailing, before being yanked back by the knot of cables around its neck with enough force to send it's slimy spittle flying across the room. With it's maw fully open Max could now peer into the grim chasm of their monster: behind the beak-like teeth  were multiple sets of wide, flat teeth, with a slimy tongue that would whip round and slap the walls of it's new enclosure like wet tripe stuffed in a blender.

"I Wish I had three sets of internal teeth and jaws," Max opined from a safe distance. "This show-off has enough gnashers to set the tooth fairy up for life!"

"You said it, little buddy," Sam responded as he began to admire the sheer tenacity of the beast now that the fear of a being shredded to ribbons by this mammoth mole was ebbing away. "Looking at the sheer dental capacity of this barbarous fiend, I'd say this thing has evolved to grind down the most resilient of bones and igneous rock into a friable and nutritious powder."

"Is that why this big fella's breath stinks like deep-fried landfill?"

A congealed puddle of the monster's drool was beginning to form on the linoluem floor below as it slowly wound down it's nerve-grating noisy screeches to a low-level snorting and grunting.

I'm beginning to think our dear Harry was ommitting some very important truths."

Max’s ears, fingers and toes seemed to curl inwards as a hot guff of foul breath wafted into his sinuses. "And to think that honourable and upstanding Harry Moleman was happy to lead us down the gullet of this big ugly goon. Perhaps we could omit a few of his teeth to extract some of that essential information?"

"Couldn't agree more, little buddy,  I've had just about my fill of seeing, hearing, and smelling this ugly customer. How about we go shakedown our little mis-acheiver and see what’s rattled loose?”

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Harry winced and sheilded his eyes from the sharp shaft of twelve-volt light aimed directly at his face. "I'm keeping shtum! You mooks can do your worst!"

"Don't worry ma'am, we're professionals," Sam assured the startled curator as Max shook the captive Harry. By the time he'd turn round to glance back, the frazzled hippie had slammed the office door shut and wrenched the lock tight with a noisy clatter of her plastic bead bracelets before anxiously tracking them on the CCTV as they descended down into the dark basement levels with their cage in hand towards the distant staff room.

"Oh Harry," Max tutted as he peered in, beady eyes to beady eyes. "We didn’t need the invitation!" Gleefully the lagomorph was already carting away Harry's little cell like a birthday present. "C'mon Sam! I've got an idea!"

"Can’t wait to see it, Max,” Sam replied in tone jovial enough to set the little mole man on edge, before his brow fell stern like he was suddenly channeling the wandering spirit of a 1940s private investigator. “Alright, Harry! Playtime’s over - from this moment on, you tell us everything!" Max took Sam’s snarl as the cue to shove Harry’s cage directly in the sights of the stuck beast in the maintenance corridor.

Harry shrieked and pasted himself to the back wall of his crate as the megamole lunged forward, only to be violently yanked back by the light fitting and cable tangled around it's neck as a makeshift tether. "Ooh! A hungry fella, isn't he?" Max teased as he shook the mole man's cage like an enticing box of megamole treats, prompting the trapped monster to open it's cavernous maw for another round of ear-shredding wails and teeth gnashing, and the claws scraping against ground had shredded and curled the plastic flooring like butter.

"Alright! Alright! I'll tell you everything I know, just get me AWAY from that thing!" Harry wheezed as Max finally kicked the door shut. "Geez, you lunatic! I'm about ready to go into freakin' cardiac arrest!"

"Great! Now you know share the feeling we had about fifteen minutes ago! Maybe if you had just 'fessed up in the first place instead of trying to cover your own keister we could have done this the easy way!"

"Now there's the truth if ever I heard it," Sam concurred as he busied himself with the staff vending machine. "I may appear as cool as a hydroponics-grown cucumber, but my heart still feels like it's breakdancing backwards in high heels after that close-quarters melee in the maintenance corridor." He cracked open a cold can of Spuzz and savored the foul yet refreshing sour effervescence for a few moments. "Max, although I crave sweet justice as much as the next red-blooded American, I think we've sweated this poor mole man enough. " He turned his attention to the other machine which whirred and clanked in protest before spitting out a nougat bar, while Max placed Harry's cage on the coffee-stained white table in the middle of the staff room.

Sam patted Max's head with an open hand and heard a sound akin to a gourd half-full of water being slapped with a wooden spoon. "Good job on the interrogation! Torquemada would be proud." He offered up the last chunk of chocolate-covered nougat, which quickly gummed up Max's shark-like gullet. "So what's the deal, Harry? Is this a cousin of yours? Maybe an old college buddy?" The mole man said nothing but instead rattled the closed hatch of his cage yet again, though the sight of Max's gnashing jaws only a few feet away had him second-guessing his current escape attempt.

"Oh, knock it off, Harry, you're now in the custody of the Freelance Police. We don't have any kiddy-sized handcuffs that'll fit round your sneaky little hands though, so you'll have to stay in there for now." The mole man huffed and wrinkled his pointed nose in frustration. "Oh, don't look so put-upon, lil guy! Look - Ms. Marcieski even gave you a cushion, and a PB&J!" A small floral print cushion and a cellophane-wrapped sandwich, only slightly dented from the bashing and swinging this incident entailed, were lying untouched in the corner of the cage.

"Yeah! That's a real step up from the regular knuckle sandwich we usually serve!"

"It's a house specialty, Harry. Now, you mind telling us what you're doing skulking around here in the dead of night

"Okay. Okay. So- so that is, that's a mole man, okay?"

"Well why does that one look like the mole equivalent average patron of Muscle Beach?” Max interjected as he jerked his thumb back to the rattling maintenance door, while the megamole snarled behind the tiny square window like the world’s most offputting postcard.

Sam rubbed his jaw thoughtfully as he straightened out the now empty candy wrapper. "You understand why I'm not about to stand in line to buy this particular story, right? I mean, why would you of all mole kind be sent above ground to catch -" he turned his head to glance and the toothy death-beast snarling and spitting behind the glass door like the drunks trying to claw their way onto the last train home. "This handsome brute?"

Sam couldn't tell if Harry was frowning or just squinting from the bright fluorescent light of the museum staff room. Their captive huffed through his snout and took a bite from the sandwich, his cheek now bulging with bread, peanut butter, and raspberry jelly. "Y'know pal, for apparent detectives you don't really seem that bright. You ever wonder why you've only seen what, two, three other mole people? Tops?" The wet chewing sounds were starting to make Sam nauseous.

"Not for a second, Harry. We've got better things to think about, like where our next meal is coming from," Max rattled his cage before politely being told to stop Sam’s hand smothering his face.

"Hush, bonehead," Sam muttered. "I assumed budgetary restrictions."

Harry snorted and took another bite before speaking with his mouth full. Sam did his best to resist peering into the nightmare hole of spindly mole teeth and mashed up peanut butter when he spoke again. "That'sh real funny, Sham!" He swallowed his mouthful. "Because it's not very nice for us here! There's too much oxygen, too much light, the parking is terrible, and you surface-dwellers really don't consider accessibility when it comes to town planning and overall street clutter!"

"So... What are you doing here?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Harry's face stretched into a rare grin. "This is how I make ends meet! Sure it's not much, but when no one else is willing to crawl any higher than the R Line, I can charge an arm and a leg to fetch oddities, deliver goods,  and-"

"And hunt down bone-crunching death machines?" Said Max, as the murder-beast behind the door bellowed and spat again like a bull stuck in a phone booth.

"Ah, shut yer yap!" Max barked as he bounced up the staff kitchenette, grabbed the TV remote and turned on the chunky cathode ray television set wedged in the corner above the door. "Maybe a bit of Hockey's Finest Hospitalizations will keep you busy." The bellowing ceased once the shreiking of Canadians on ice could be heard, and the beady little eyes of the gurning fleshbeast were undeniably focused on the image of a goaltender’s jugular spraying red like a shattered fire hydrant. "See, that's all he needed! Indiscriminate violence and gore."

Sam nodded in agreement. "Maslow truly misunderstood human nature when he proposed his Hierarchy of Needs."

Harry scratched the back of his neck nervously as he eyed the drooling monster behind the glass - in the harsh lighting he could, miserably, make out far too much detail than he was comfortable with, and this beast looked to him like excess skin thrown over a modern art piece made from eldritch bones and teeth, one that considered him to a perfect morsel of savory organs and satisfyingly crunchy bones. But for now, it drooled peacefully at the sight of a Canadian being flung like a chew toy on the TV screen. "I may have oversold my skills in this sector."

"Mhmrmwrwm!" Max declared, his jaw now locked by solid confection.

"You said it, little buddy. Looks like our little half-pint here really has bitten off more than he can chew! Not to worry, Harry, the Freelance Police will take the case! Now uh, what exactly were you planning on doing once you'd caught this calcium-craving colossus?"

"I never gave you it," Harry grumbled before accepting his lot. "I was SUPPOSED to lead it back to the nearest tunnel, yknow, for uh, like... Research. Hey, I don’t ask questions!" The more he spoke, the more he fidgeted and fiddled, his suspicious little claws crocheting empty air. "But when I saw the bleedin' size of the thing, well, I got a bit spooked, dropped my weapon and uh- well. Here we are." He scratched at one nostril and averted his eyes with a pathetic groan. "I'm gonna be honest, guys - I didn't really think this through. I guess my best move would be letting the doc know the sitch, and getting her extraction team in here to clean up this sorry mess."

"Oh, like we're going to just let you scarper Scot-free like that. Once Molish concerns crossed into the physical endagerment of one of New York City's most beloved semi-minor cultural landmark, you entered our jurisprudence. We're coming down there to sort this out. After all, it looks like leaving Mole business to the Mole people hasn't really worked out, has it?"

Max groaned - unlike Sam, his sense of justice was satiated the moment Harry looked like he was about to hit "Oh, Sam, do we have to? Mole people are gross, weird, and smell like my cousin's dank illicit greenhouse. Can't we just go back to our injurious sports marathon?"

"Oh come on, Max! I'm going to need someone to beat the stuffing out of whatever esoteric cabal is withholding pertitent information about these ravenous behemoths, and it sounds like they might be out of our weight category for a fair fight."

"When have we ever cared about a fair fight, Sam? Can’t we just feed this big ol’ mother-slugger some lit fireworks and let physics take care of the rest?"

"Well Max, while your manner of cleaning up the foul detritus of this city is as creative as it would be visually dazzling, I’d wager the stockpile of contraband pyrotechnics we siezed this July would be little more than a pre-dinner snack to this bottomless feeder. Also, we already missed the hockey segment," said Sam, watching the final Canadian pirouette and gracefully tie himself into a pretzel knot to the delight of the megamole now huffing and laughing behind the tiny glass window. "So, it's not like we've got anything better to do."

Harry spluttered indignantly, "good luck with getting anywhere near the Seven Borrows! No offense big guy, but you might have a bit of trouble fitting in, down there, if you catch my drift. And not to mention the lack of oxygen, light, and fire hydrants for you to relieve yourself behind!"

Sam narrowed his eyes at the "fire hydrant" dig. "Well, how were you going to fit Big Nelly down there? In bite-size mole chunks?"

"Through the service tunnels, you dolt!" Harry clamped his claws over his mouth and his reflective pupils swirled around anxiously. "I mean-"

"A-ha!" Sam grabbed the cage triumphantly while striding out the door, sending Harry knocking around like a teddy bear in a washing machine. "Just lead the way, Harry! I look forward to meeting your client and filling them in on your progress."

Harry grimaced in pain, shame, and plain exhaustion. "Wait! You can't go down there! It's secret! It's dark! And not to mention, once you get any deeper than 191st Street Station, you'll suffocate!"

"Well, that's never stopped us sticking our noses in unwanted place before! Besides, we've got a helping hand to get us around the physical limitations of these meat-vehicles. and I think she'll just love you!"

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"This is your helping hand? Really?" Harry gave a derisive side-eye look from inside his wire cage as they stood before a roller shutter in the early morning sun, moments before Max shook the cage like a snowglobe and gleefully watched Harry bounce around inside like a ping-pong ball.

"You will refer to her as Ms. Gugenheek, you will be polite and corteous, and you will chew with your mouth closed!" he stated as he peered down patronisingly between the bars.

"Well, could you at least let me out of this crate? I'm pretty sure this constitutes "cruel and unusual", even by your rock-bottom standards!" Max shook him again, just for fun, and Harry made a satisfying noise similar to a squeaky toy falling down the “up” escalator.

"And have you burrowing away like the felonious little fuzzball you are? Methinks not!" Max exclaimed as he poked an accusatory finger at him.

Sam let Max continue his good-natured baiting of their Molish captive while he pressed the buzzer on the intercom. "Mornin' Darla! It's us!" No response. He buzzed again. "Darla! It's Sam and Max! We've got something to show you! You'll never believe it!" Again, silence. He sighed, glanced back to Max and the cage, "Two ticks," before striding down the dim alley to the right and crouching in front of a low window. "Hey! GEEK!" he bellowe and heard a sudden panicked fumbling and clattering in the darkness below. He looked up, proudly. "Just give her a second." Finnaly, the roller shutter rattled and rose to reveal a staircase vanishing down into darkness. "Ah, she's not up yet." Sam explained quietly, before bellowing down into the darkness again. "Just lemme know when you're decent, sweetie! We got a guest!" He nodded in reponse to the belligerent groan below as they descended.

"Yeah not bad, guys, just gimme a few minutes to- woah hold the phone excuse me what is THAT?" Darla blurted out in half-awake confusion as she pointed dramatically at the grumpy little captive in a pet crate.

"Oh, this little creeper? It's a mole man!" Max exclaimed excitedly, holding up the crate to show off the panicked and indignant critter inside. "He's harmless! Look at his little waistcoat, and omni-directional fur!"

"I have a name, y'know!" Harry hissed angrily.

Darla stepped back again. "And he speaks, too?"

"Yeah, lady! And I'm ready to give your pals here a real earful!" Max rattled his cage as a reminder and Harry was sent bouncing up and down again like baby’s rattle. " Ugh! Jeez! I mean. Yes," he grumbled bitterly, "Ms. Gugenheek. Me speak. Me speak English real good, as well as some basic Spanish, a few words of Dutch and enough Middle Molish to get me through high school."

("Drop the attitude," Max growled into his cage.)

"Sorry," Darla said, in one of the few apologies ever given to Harry as she topped up Sam's coffee. "I've just never heard of Mole people speaking before."

"Maybe they just didn't have anything worth saying?" Max offered helpfully, earning another ticked-off "hey!" from their ward.

"Say, Geek, do you know happen to know anything about Mole People?" Darla frowned for a moment and took a sip of jet-black coffee.

"The topsoil variety, core-dwellers, or just urban myths thereof?" Harry shrieked in surprise, leaping to his feet and sending the floral cushion flying.

"What! Where did you hear about those?" Harry squawked. Darla shrugged and sipped from her mug.

"Internet discussion forums. Crusty old half-abandoned message boards. The David Icke Internet Discussion Forum. The majority is unsubstatiated bunkum but your response is making me think: maybe it's not all brain-liquifying keysmashed nonsense." Another glug of coffee and Darla could feel her brain crackling awake again like popcorn in a microwave. "So, what's the cause celebre for all this? Or did you just wanna show off your new pet?" Harry shook his bars again.

"Well, thanks to this little blighter we almost lost an extremity or three to his bigger and badder sibling. And he's not being too forthcoming about the deets-" Harry screeched again.

"I already told you everything I know! Will you jerks just let me go already?! I promise I won't bolt!"

Max ignored him. "So we figured let's just cut out the middle man and go straight to the source! The earthy, dirty, garbage-filled source. Say, Geek, you wouldn't happen to have any equipment suitable for, ooh I dunno, making the journey through a low-oxygen, low light environment miles below the earth's surface a smidge more tolerable?"

Sam nodded in agreement. “Yeah, anything that’d block out the stench of mole man sweat and sewer gas would be sorely appreciated in our investigation.

"Now that you mention it, guys..." Darla trailed off as she paced around her workbench and began digging through overflowing drawers. "Since my talks with the climate change summit fell through after Prime Minister Macieski's punch-up with our Secretary of State, I figured I should start working on a fall-back for when our major cities are inveitably clogged with car fumes, and our atmosphere so dense with pollution that not even the harsh unyielding glare of our nearest star can penetrate it. Considering the lacklustre pace of global co-operation, this seemed like the next-best option."

"Neat, Geek! You always were a step ahead. And that Macieski has a solid right hook, I don't fault the Secretary for her actions - that suplex was in self-defense."

Sam gave an appreciative sigh as he cradled his hot, sludgy morning coffee, "Makes you proud to be an American, doesn't it, Max?"

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On the next time on Sam and Max, Untitled Mole Adventure #1: Sam and Max descend into the Seven Burrows and discover their reputation precedes them, before suffering the mystical art of wormhole-mediated Molish travel, and then experiencing ego death for the first time - together !

[theficplug]

Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 part 4

erik killmonger x black reader

part 5 (18+)

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, but because I love you. You know that we can’t stay like this. They’ll find you before nightfall.” you say Erik as he places kisses to your shoulder and wraps his arms around you tighter.

“2 days ago Shuri and Okoye saw you and they’re not just gonna let that go. Iridia and Tika are going to take you with them. Iridia’s dad has a few connections. They can hide you there until I can put an end to this. We both know there won’t be a 3rd chance, Daka, you know that.” you warn and run his fingers up and down your side to try and soothe you. 

“I don’t know if I can do that again. I’ve been without you long enough as it is.. But if that’s what it take. I’mma do it.” he says quietly like the words sit as heavy in his mouth like they do on his heart. 

“Well .. Hey. .. You know , you never really told me what you wanted for Christmas. It’ll technically be a few days afterwards but we make our own rules. I remember saying something about wanting to just go away for a bit. Me and you. After this is all over we can just go. Anywhere you wanna go. Maybe somewhere with snow and mountains and a view that just takes your breath away. Maybe Sweden? We’ll drink hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and bust our ass while trying to ski. We can find new art pieces and i’m not sure of how good the food is there but it’s worth a try. We can do it all. Our whole lives ahead of us.” you say, trying to fill the deafening sound of anxiety that hung in the air.

 “Sweden? I’ve never been there but my dad used to talk about going there when he was younger. My mama would say that she wants us to go visit the island though. She would always talk about beautiful growing up in Kapolei (hawaii) was. I don’t know why I thought you would say somewhere warm. But going somewhere cold gives me a chance to hold you closer. Kiss all over your lil frozen face. We can even put on all them lil cheesy Christmas songs you like. I bet Sweden aint never heard nobody drunk as hell off of hard apple cider singing Santa Clause Is A Black Man at the top of their lungs. But I don’t know about skiing bae. I’d like to keep my ankle bones intact.” N’Jadaka says laughing. 

You put your hand over your eyes before laughing until the point of tears at the fact that of all things he remembers that too. It was one Christmas Eve when he was off duty and back home. Things were different. You knew that things were different between the two of you. 

Your center was freshly opened and you had enough trauma shared between your story, the girls at your center, and Erik to need the relief of several drinks. You were holding onto Erik and singing All I Want For Christmas and soon as Santa Clause Is A Black Man came on you giggled and shook your head. Leave it up to your cousin Aaliyah. You were singing at the top of your lungs along with everyone else before holding a mistletoe over E’s head and leaning in . Before his lips could connect with yours you were heaving all of your lil elf shoes. That holiday part was...interesting.

The way that some of the girls who had accepted the invitation to the holiday party laughed when you walked in. You were branded as the cool auntie from then on. 

“I can’t believe you remember that. And the way I was still trying to be down to try anal that night and you just said to me “if you don’t drink this water and take your tired self to sleep”....You know I love you more than anything, right?” you reassure him while rolling onto his lap and swaying your hips down onto him.

“I do. Do you know that I love you more than anything. I mean I basically moved heaven and hell to come home to you.” he says to you before trailing his hands up from giving your cheeks a squeeze to your sides to take off your shirt.

You two hadn’t bothered with putting on much clothes after coming home and taking a warm bath to soothe your nerves. So there was nothing more than a blanket separating the two of you . 

“Don’t look at me like that.” you whisper to him . 

“What you mean?” N’Jadaka asks dipping his hands in between your legs rubbing at you softly and you lean down to capture his lips with yours. 

“Looking at me like this is the last you’re going to get to do this. I don’t like that…. This is only the beginning my love. So… give me something to hold me over until you come back. Or better yet, fuck me like you mean it.” you whisper against his lips 

“Why don’t you just come with me? We could go and start over.” he suggests

“Daka. You know that we can’t just leave. Things are different now. We have family. I have my girls. I don’t want to live on the run.” your words float in between moans as he begins to scissor his fingers in and out of you and softly massage you with the other while you lean back on your elbows.

“I promise. You’re gonna be alright this time. We’re gonna be just fine. You trust me?” 

He nods his head yes before rolling you over onto your stomach and moving your hips up at an angle so that he can dip into you slowly and then all at once. 

In the wee hours of the next morning you were standing in the kitchen with Iridia, N’Jadaka, and Tika. 

“We still don't really know the hows or the whys. But we don’t need to. You’re our girl and you know that we’d go to hell and back for you if you needed it. And Er- N’Jadaka we know that you may not remember a lot about us now but we got you too.” Tika explains and Iridia nods along while listening to her.

It all still didn’t make sense to all four of you but for some reason life decided to give him a second chance and you wanted to make sure that it was a good one. 

He had already told his parents that he would be back in a few days to a week and that he had finally been accepted that job abroad in Wales. 

Iri and Tika gave you some time to take alone as they watched you both from the door. 

N’Jadaka stood there eyeing you for a second seemingly unsure of the right words to say or what exactly to do. 

“See you later , alligator.” you say to him and watch his face break into the sunshine-y smile that was usually hidden under worry lines and pout on his lips in the past. 

He didn’t get all of his memory or what happened to him, yet but he remembered you and for now that was enough. 

“In a while crocodile.” he says before pulling you into his arms and in for a kiss. 

“Alright , alright. Lover boy , the sooner , the better.” Tika reminds you both and you nod before smoothing out his hoodie and sending him on his way before you changed your mind and left with them.

You paced around your home for days  trying to keep yourself busy. You cleaned. You went over plans to expand the housing projects. You even tried doing yoga and meditation to help soothe yourself. 

2 days later, the knock at your door came as no surprise. You were sitting at the small dining table slowly sipping on the cup of coffee to soothe your nerves. 

You look through the peephole to see Okoye, Shuri, 2 of the Dora Milaje, and T’Challa standing shoulder to shoulder while whispering amongst themselves. 

“The King himself. Tea or coffee?” you ask as you open the door and they storm in after Okoye.

“Where is he?” Okoye asks as two of the women shoves you back and out of the way with their spears slightly and you set your eyes from them to T’Challa with a raise of an eyebrow.

You accessed the situation and realized that it wouldn’t be wise for you to lose your composure now. 

While smoothing out your hair, you turn your attention to T’Challa. “This is still my home and I would ask that you’d hold the same level of respect that I would have for yours.” you warn and sit down at the kitchen table again , sipping slowly on your coffee. 

They rip through the home, checking every room for any sign of Erik, leaving nothing in their paths unchecked. 

You slide the other cup towards T’Challa and he sits at the table with you before asking Shuri and Okoye to relax.

He takes a look at the cerulean coffee mug and then back at you while tapping his fingers on the table. 

“If I were going to kill you T’Challa, I would’ve done it already. You fell asleep in my arms for months. I could’ve done it then.  Or have you forgotten me already? Seems like you have been keeping tabs on me. You found me in two days.” you start the uneasy conversation off slowly.

You and T’Challa dated for some time when you met while working on a similar project in the area. E hadn’t told you everything at that point about Wakanda and what happened so you had virtually no idea who T’Challa was. Your relationship with Erik was on the rocks when he left for the army and he was already seeing someone else so you thought that it’d be alright to move forward with yours as well. 

After dating for a few months, you and T’Challa both decided that with your conflicting schedules and different life paths that it wouldn’t work out between the two of you and you both decided to end things on good terms. Looking back on it you thought the problem was distance and where you both stood in life, but now you’d say the world is a lot smaller than you thought. You never connected the dots until it was too late. Your heart still belonged to N’Jadaka but T’Challa still had a soft spot for you. He also knew more about you in that short time than a lot of people did. 

He chuckles softly and accepts the cup of coffee. He sips the warm drink slowly while eyeing you. The silent conversation spoke loudly as his eyes never left yours. 

“How’ve you been?” you ask him cautiously trying to see where the conversation is going to go.

“Uthando (love), I thought that you would’ve outgrown him by now. You know that he’s a prisoner of Wakanda and is a threat to society. Where is he, hmm?” T’Challa questions in that calming tone that he has always had. The honey-tongued, brown eyed devil could talk a starving bear into not attacking. 

“I love him, T. I couldn’t have ever outgrown him. I have loved him since we were children and I know he’s not a perfect man. He’s made some horrible choices. Ones that he could never take back. I can’t explain what happened. I don’t even have the words for it to try and explain it to myself. All I can say is that he’s home with me now and we’re trying to build something. He’s not trying to harm anyone.” you plead before leaning up and grabbing his hands in yours gently.

“That’s bullshit. He sure as hell wanted to harm the last time we met.” Shuri retorts from her position by the window. 

Okoye tenses up and steps forward while quickly looking from T’Challa to you and back to him. 

He nods at her before giving her a small smile and a quiet “it’s alright”. She reluctantly huffs and stands back with her arms crossed. 

“And would you have executed your father for the blood he has on his hands. Because his body count is sitting at 2. One for N’Jobu, his brother and one for N’Jadaka , his nephew. Your father was a murderer. His hands were not clean. ” your voice wavers as you try to get her to see things from your perspective.

Shuri let’s out a  loud scoff and then a defeated sigh as she stands near the kitchen window and tries to wrap her head around the words leaving your mouth.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. . . I apologize. I’m saying we can sit here and talk about good and bad. The innocent and the evil all night. But at the end of the day we all exist in the grey. We can all just hope that we leave this world better than we found it. T’Challa, Shuri, you can set it right. You can give him the life that he was robbed of. Could you imagine being a confused little boy trying to comfort your father as he took his last breaths? You were allowed to look at your father as a hero, a leader, and you were comforted by hot chocolate at night when you couldn’t sleep and the dreams of one day becoming The Great Black Panther. He had nothing.Wakanda failed him once. I’m asking that you please don’t fail him again. ” you explain while looking him in the eyes. 

“He had you… I know you and I know your heart. But I also know Killmonger-” he says before you cut him off.

“YOUR COUSIN. COUSIN. FAMILY. YOUR OWN BLOOD.” you raise your voice as you sit the baby pink mug down and back away from the table.

You take a moment to gather yourself as you turn away from the 3 Wakandans. 

“My father did what he had to do.” T’Challa says setting her gaze on you and then back to Okoye whose jaw is clenched so tightly you thought that she’d burst a vein. 

“And now so will you. Your father was a coward and his policies were bullshit. But you have the power to do something about it. Shuri, what would you do if it were T’Challa in those shoes. N’Jadaka isn’t perfect. I know that he has done some shameful things. But if you were in his shoes. What would you have done? Wakanda failed him and all I’m asking is for you to set it right. Let us live our lives in peace. You’ll never have to hear a single thing from us again. For fucks sake T. You know that I did what I had to do. When we first met. How did really  meet me? Frantic in a diner … After I had just emptied the clip into a father on behalf of a girl that showed up at my center’s doorstep looking like a piece of her soul had been stolen from her that night. We do not exist in the black or white. A lot of us are floating in the grey. I’m not asking you to play God and absolve him of his “sins”. I’m asking you to find some humanity.” You garner and wipe at the tears falling freely on your cheeks  and look to all 3 of the faces staring back at you. 

Okoye and the other 2 Doras look at you wide eyed before turning their heads to wipe a lone tear from their own eyes. 

You drop your arms as T’Challa steps closer and asks for permission to hug you. He embraces you for a moment before grabbing your hands and kissing them gently. 

“I will have to confirm this with the council. He reports back to Wakanda every 3 times a year to show the progress he has made. We want to know that he’s doing something with this … second life. . . And I will be expecting an invite to the wedding from you. You have my word." He promises and you nod before hugging him back fully and squeezing him gently. 

"But you ca-" Shuri says and T'Challa turns to her and shakes his head. 

He lets go of you to walk over and comfort Shuri .

"We can't carry the sins of our father. This has to end with us." He reasons and she nods. 

Okoye steps in and walks over to you to get her last message across. "If he does not abide by the promises and plans that you have made… Then, you know that I will not hesitate." She warns as she stands with you eye to eye. 

You bare your teeth and square your shoulders as you narrow your gaze. "For him, well, you know neither will I. You have a good day Miss Okoye." You end the conversation and turn to walk towards the door and usher them out. 

You lean up to kiss T'Challa's cheek before whispering to him to not be a stranger this time. You even offer to have him and Nakia over for dinner whenever the tension doesn't run so high. 

You quickly make it inside of your apartment and drop your shoulders before letting out a small sob. It was a wash of relief and a fleet of happy tears. N'Jadaka was finally able to start over and start over with you.  

"Holy shit-"

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spn quotes: season one

i’m collecting a bunch of quotes from the show! favorite lines, good points of characterization, etc. all organized by episode and character, and with timestamps!

w/ncest shippers get lost

season two.

1. PILOT

Dean—

[Sam: So we kill everything we can find.] Save a lot of people doing it, too. (08:51)

I can’t do this alone. [Sam: Yes, you can.] Yeah. Well, I don’t want to. (09:30)

[Officer: So. Fake U.S. Marshal, fake credit cards. You got anything that’s real?] My boobs. (28:50)

Sam—

When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45. [Dean: What was he supposed to do?] I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say, “Don’t be afraid of the dark.” (08:30)

You think Mom would’ve wanted this for us? (08:58)

We were raised like warriors. (09:06)

[Dean: Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?] No, not normal. Safe. [And that’s why you ran away.] I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. (09:09)

[Dean: You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? You think you’re just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?] Maybe. Why not? [Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you’ve done?] No, and she’s not ever going to know. [Well, that’s healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you’re gonna have to face up to who you really are.] And who is that? [One of us.] No. I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life. (22:45)

If it weren’t for pictures, I wouldn’t even know what Mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone, and she isn’t coming back. (23:17)

2. W*ND*G* ( x )

Dean—

Her brother’s missing, Sam. She’s not just gonna sit this out. (14:55)

[Hailey: And you’re hiking out in biker boots and jeans?] Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts. (15:54)

I’m supposed to be the belligerent one, remember? (25:13)

The way I see it, Dad’s given us a job to do, and I intend to do it. (26:31)

All that anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul. It’s gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man. [Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?] Well, for one, them. I mean, I figure our family’s so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. It makes things a little bit more bearable. And I’ll tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can. (27:05)

Sam—

[Dean: No, you’re not fine. You’re like a powder keg, man. It’s not like you.] (25:06)

3. DEAD IN THE WATER

Dean—

You don’t think I want to find Dad as much as you do? [Sam: Yeah, I know you do, it’s just—] I’m the one that’s been with him every single day for the past two years while you’ve been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we’re gonna kill everything bad between here and there, okay? (04:09)

Well, maybe you don’t think anyone will listen to you, or... or believe you. I want you to know that I will. (11:58)

You’re scared. It’s okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn’t feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that everyday. And I do my best to be brave. (20:14)

What if we missed something? What if more people get hurt? [Sam: But why would you think that?] Because Lucas was really scared. [That’s what this is about?] I just don’t want to leave town until I know the kid’s okay. (29:48)

Sam—

People don’t just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them. (03:51)

4. PHANTOM TRAVELER

Dean—

It’s your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp. (05:18)

Sam—

[Dean: It’s your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.] (05:18)

[Jerry: Well, he was real proud of you, I could tell. You know, he talked about you all the time.] He did? (07:09)

Hey, hey, it’s just a little turbulence. [Sam, this place is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I’m friggin’ 4.] You need to calm down. [Well, I’m sorry, I can’t!] Yes, you can. [Dude. Stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap. It’s not helping.] Listen, if you’re panicked, you’re wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now. (30:26)

5. BLOODY MARY

Dean—

Do I look like Paris Hilton? (18:08)

Her boyfriend killing himself, that’s not really Charlie’s fault. (29:54)

Now listen to me. It wasn’t your fault. It you want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or, hell, why don’t you take a swing at me? I’m the one that dragged you away from her. [Sam: I don’t blame you.] Well, you shouldn’t blame yourself, because there’s nothing you could’ve done. (31:24)

Sam—

[Dean: Hell, why don’t you take a swing at me? I’m the one that dragged you away from her.] I don’t blame you. (31:37)

Charlie. Your boyfriend’s death, you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn’t have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen. (40:37)

6. SKIN

Dean—

He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home with Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends, you could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. [Sam: What are you talking about?] You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. (24:21)

Sam—

[Rebecca: It must be lonely.] Oh, no. No, it’s not so bad. Anyway, what can I do? It’s my family. (39:02)

Misc—

Shifter: Evolution is about mutation, right? So maybe this thing was born human, but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (27:14)

7. HOOK MAN

Dean—

I told you, you don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius. (14:59)

[Sam: Hey, be quiet.] Me be quiet? You be quiet! (19:48)

Sam—

[Dean: You’ve been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!] This wasn’t really my experience. [Let me guess—library, studying, straight A’s. What a geek.] (21:30)

8. BUGS

Dean—

Growing up in a place like this would freak me out. [Sam: Why?] The manicured lawns, how-was-your-day-honey? I’d blow my brains out. [There’s nothing wrong with normal.] I’d take our family over normal any day. (08:21)

[Sam: You’ll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad.] What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family. (20:26)

Hey, so with that kid back there, how could you tell him to just ditch his family like that? [Sam: Just, uh, I know what the kid’s going through.] How about telling him to respect his old man? How’s that for advice? (23:20)

Matt, under no circumstances are you to tell the truth. He’ll just think you’re nuts. Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you gotta go to the hospital, okay? [Matt: Yeah, okay.] Make him listen? What are you thinking? (32:44)

Sam—

Remind you of somebody? Dad? [Dean: Dad never treated us like that.] Well, Dad never treated you like that. You were perfect. He was all over my case. ...You don’t remember. [Dean: Well, maybe he had to raise his voice but sometimes you were out of line.] Right. Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bowhunting. (11:46)

[Matt: Larry doesn’t listen to me.] Why not? [Mostly? He’s too disappointed in his freak son.] I hear ya. [Dean: You do?] Matt, how old are you? [Matt: Sixteen.] Well, don’t sweat it, ‘cause in two years something great’s gonna happen. [What?] College. You’ll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad. (20:04)

[Dean: Hey, so with that kid back there, how could you tell him to just ditch his family like that?] Just, uh, I know what the kid’s going through. [How about telling him to respect his old man? How’s that for advice?] Dean, come on. This isn’t about his old man. You think I didn’t respect Dad, that’s what this is about. [Just forget it, alright? Sorry I brought it up.] I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough. [So what are you saying, that Dad was disappointed in you?] Was? Is! Always has been. [Why would you think that?] Because I didn’t wanna bowhunt or hustle pool, because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which to our whacked-out family, made me the freak. (23:20)

Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full-ride? Proud. Most dads don’t toss their kids out of the house. [Dean: I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases coming out of your mouth.] You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad, I don’t know if he’s even gonna wanna see me. (24:05)

9. HOME

Dean—

And then you tell me that I’ve got to go back home, especially when... [Sam: When what?] When I swore to myself that I would never go back there. (07:56)

I remember the fire, the heat. Then I carried you out the front door. [Sam: You did?] Yeah, well, you never knew that? [No.] (12:38)

I don’t know what to do. So, whatever you’re doing. if you could get here... please. I need your help, Dad. (14:45)

Sam—

[Dean: I remember the fire, the heat. Then I carried you out the front door.] You did? [Yeah, well, you never knew that?] No. (12:38)

Misc—

Missouri: All those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds, and sometimes wounds get infected. (27:15)

10. ASYLUM

Dean—

[Sam: This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job.] Yeah, well, maybe we’ll meet up with him. Maybe he’s there. [Maybe he’s not. I mean, he could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing.] Who cares? If he wants us there, it’s good enough for me. [This doesn’t strike you as weird? The texting, the coordinates?] Sam. Dad’s telling us to go somewhere. We’re going. (07:05)

[Sam: We deserve some answers. I mean, this is our family we’re talking about.] I understand that, Sam, but he’s given us an order. [So what, we gotta always follow Dad’s order?] Of course we do. (12:17)

[Sam: I mean, why are we even here? ‘Cause you’re following Dad’s orders like a good little soldier? ‘Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?] (36:52)

Sam—

[Dean: We’ve got to burn Ellicott’s bones, and all this will be over, and you’ll be back to normal.] I am normal. I’m just telling you the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? ‘Cause you’re following Dad’s orders like a good little soldier? ‘Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval? [This isn’t you talking.] That’s the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I’m not pathetic like you. [So what are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?] You know, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. (36:43)

11. SCARECROW

Dean— 

[Sam: I don’t understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it’s like you don’t even question him.] Yeah, it’s called being a good son. You’re a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. You don’t care what anyone thinks. (08:08)

[Sam: You know, if you’re hinting you need my help, just ask.] I’m not hinting anything. Actually, uh... I want you to know... I mean, don’t think... [Yeah. I’m sorry, too.] Sam.... You were right. You got to do your own thing. You got to live your own life. [You serious?] You’ve always known what you want, and you go after it. You stand up to Dad. I mean, you always have. Hell, I wish I.... Anyway. I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy. [I don’t even know what to say.] Say you’ll take care of yourself. (25:04)

Sam—

[Dean: Dad doesn’t want our help.] I don’t care. [He’s given us an order.] I don’t care. We don’t always have to do what he says. [Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives. It’s important.] Alright, I understand. Believe me, I understand. But I’m talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge. [Alright, look, I know how you feel.] Do you? How old were you when Mom died, 4? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel? (07:25)

[Meg: I had to get away from my family.] Why? [I love my parents. And they wanted what’s best for me. They just didn’t care if I wanted it. I was supposed to be smart, but not smart enough to scare away a husband. Well, it’s just.... Because my family said so, I’m supposed to sit there and do what I was told. So I just went on my own way instead. ...I’m sorry. The things you say to people you hardly know.] No, no, it’s okay. I know how you feel. Remember that brother I mentioned before that I was road-tripping with? It’s kind of the same deal. [And that’s why you’re not riding with him anymore? ...Here’s to us. The food might be bad, and the beds might be hard, but at least we’re living our own lives and nobody else’s.] (21:11)

[Med: You’re running back to your brother? The guy you ran away from? Why, because he won’t pick up his phone? Sam, come with me to California.] I can’t. I’m sorry. [Why not?] He’s my family. (31:13)

12. FAITH

Dean—

Looks like you’re gonna leave town without me. [Sam: What are you talking about? I’m not gonna leave you here.] You better take care of that car. I swear I’ll haunt your ass. [I don’t think that’s funny.] Oh, come on, it’s a little funny. (04:44)

[Sam: Maybe it’s time to have a little faith, Dean.] You know what I got faith in? Reality—knowing what’s really going on. [How can you be a skeptic, with the things we see every day?] Exactly, we see them. We know they’re real. [But if you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too?] ‘Cause I’ve seen what evil does to good people. (08:10)

[Roy: I looked into your heart and you just...stood out from all the rest.] What did you see in my heart? [A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn’t finished.] (15:27)

You never should’ve brought me here. [Sam: Dean, I was just trying to save your life.] Sam, some guy is dead now because of me. (19:30)

The guy is playing God, deciding who lives and dies. That’s a monster in my book. (22:42)

[Layla: I wish you luck. I really do.] Same to you. You deserve it a lot more than me. (30:38)

[Sam: To cross a line like that, that preacher’s wife—black magic, murder. Evil.] Desperate. Her husband was dying. She would’ve done anything to save him. (31:35)

God save us from half the people who think they’re doing God’s work. (32:04)

[Sam: What’s happening to her is horrible. But what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean—you can’t play God.] (32:58)

Must be rough, to believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that. (40:57)

You know, I’m not much of the praying type, but I’m gonna pray for you. [Layla: Well. There’s a miracle right there.] (42:00)

Sam—

[Dean: I’m gonna die. And you can’t stop it.] Watch me. (05:23)

[Dean: You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?] I’m not gonna let you die, period. (07:04)

How can you be a skeptic, with the things we see everyday? [Dean: Exactly, we see them. We know they’re real.] If you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too? (08:18)

[The guy is playing God, deciding who lives and dies. That’s a monster in my book.] No, we’re not gonna kill a human being, Dean. We do that, we’re no better than he is. (22:42)

Misc—

Layla: I guess if you’re gonna have faith, you can’t just have it when the miracles happen. You have to have it when they don’t. (41:19)

13. ROUTE 666

Dean—

[Sam: Look man, everybody’s got to open up to someone sometime.] Yeah, I don’t. It was stupid to get that close. (13:06)

[Cassie: Whenever we get—what’s the word?—close? Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off or make some joke or find any way to shut the door on me.] (15:19)

Sam—

You told her. You told her the secret. Our big family rule number one—we do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times, and you tell her everything? (04:18)

Oh, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms. [Dean: So I guess I saved you from a boring existence.] Occasionally I miss boring. [So, this killer truck—] I miss conversations that didn’t start with “this killer truck.” (29:31)

Ever make you wonder if it’s worth it? Putting everything on hold, doing what we do? (39:10)

14. NIGHTMARE

Dean—

[Sam: Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people—I’m sorry, man. I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane.] Yeah, but it doesn’t justify murdering your entire family. [Dean—] He’s no different than anything else we’ve hunted. Alright? We gotta end him. [We’re not gonna kill Max.] Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say, “Lock him up, officer. He kills people with the power of his mind.” [Forget it. No way, man.] Sam— [Dean, he’s a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you’ll follow my lead on this one.] Alright, fine. But I’m not letting him hurt anybody else. (25:01)

[Sam: We’re lucky we had Dad.] I never thought I’d hear you say that. [Well, it could have gone a whole ‘nother way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting, then we would have had Max’s childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him.] All things considered. (38:27)

As long as I’m around, nothing bad’s gonna happen to you. (41:27)

Sam—

Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people. [Dean: What’s that?] Both our families are cursed. [Our family’s not cursed. We’ve just... had our dark spots.] Our dark spots are pretty dark. (19:13)

I was connecting to Max. The thing I don’t get it why, man. I guess because we’re so alike? [Dean: What are you talking about? Dude’s nothing like you.] Well, we both have psychic abilities. We’re both— [Both what? Sam, Max is a monster. He’s already killed two people, now he’s gunning for a third.] Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people—I’m sorry, man. I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane. (24:43)

If I just said something else, gotten through to him somehow. [Dean: Don’t do that.] Do what? [Torture yourself. It wouldn’t have mattered what you said. Max was too far gone.] When I think about how he looked at me, man, right before.... I should have done something. [Come on, man, you risked your life. I mean, yeah, maybe if we’d have gotten there 20 years earlier.] Well, I’ll tell you one thing. We’re lucky we had Dad. [I never thought I’d hear you say that.] Well, it could have gone a whole ‘nother way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting, then we would have had Max’s childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him. (38:03)

15. THE BENDERS

Dean—

Look... he’s family. And I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let me go with you. [Kathleen: I’m sorry, I can’t do that.] Well, tell me something. Your country has its fair share of missing persons. Any of ‘em come back? Sam’s my responsibility, and he’s coming back. I’m bringing him back. (08:56)

When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I’ve felt responsible for him. You know, like it’s my job to keep him safe. I’m just afraid if we don’t find him fast.... Please. He’s my family. (15:04)

Demons, I get. People are crazy. (28:08)

If you hurt my brother, I’ll kill you, I swear. I’ll kill you all. I will kill you all! (35:54)

16. SHADOW

Dean— 

[Sam: What are you gonna do when it’s all over?] It’s never gonna be over. There’s gonna be others. There’s always gonna be something to hunt. [But there’s got to be something that you want for yourself.] Yeah, I don’t want you to leave the second this thing’s over, Sam. [Dude. What’s your problem?] Why do you think I drag you everywhere, huh? Why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place? [’Cause Dad was in trouble. ‘Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.] Yes, that, but it’s more than that, man. You and me and Dad. I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again. [Dean, we are a family. I’d do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.] They could be. (24:04)

Sam— 

What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I’d sleep for a month. Go back to school, just be a person again. (23:42)

Dean, we are a family. I’d do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before. [Dean: They could be.] I don’t want them to be. I’m not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you’re gonna have to let me go my own way. (25:02)

Misc—

[Sam: Go to hell.] Meg: Baby, I’m already there. (30:22)

17. HELL HOUSE

Dean—

People believe in Santa Clause. How come I’m not getting hooked up every Christmas? [Sam: ‘Cause you’re a bad person.] (27:01)

Sam—

Man, we’re not kids anymore, Dean. We’re not gonna start that crap up again. [Dean: Start what up?] That prank stuff. It’s stupid, and it always escalates. (04:24)

Kind of makes you wonder—of all the things we hunted, how many existed just ‘cause people believed in them? (37:17)

18. SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

Dean—

[Sam: What makes you so sure?] Well, because I’m the oldest, which means I’m always right. [No it doesn’t.] It totally does. (03:38)

Listen to me. I can promise you that this is not your fault, okay? [Michael: It’s my job to look after him.] (20:53)

I know how you feel, I’m a big brother, too. But you got to go easy on your mom right now, okay? (21:24)

Dad did not send me here to walk away. [Sam: Send you here? He didn’t send you here, he sent us here.] This isn’t about you, Sam, alright? I’m the one that screwed up. It’s my fault. There’s no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me. (25:35)

Dad never spoke about it again. I didn’t ask. But he, uh... he looked at me different, you know, which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn’t listen, and I almost got you killed. [Sam: You were just a kid.] Don’t—don’t. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it. (29:26)

Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to. It’s okay, I won’t be mad. (33:57)

[Sam: Sometimes I wish that...] What? [I wish I could have that kind of innocence.] If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too. (40:05)

Sam—

Dean, I’m sorry. [Dean: For what?] You know. I’ve really given you a lot of crap for always following Dad’s orders, but I know why you do it. (34:39)

Sometimes I wish that... [Dean: What?] I wish I could have that kind of innocence. [If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too.] (40:05)

19. PROVENANCE

Dean— 

I’m sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now, I don’t know what it’s like to lose somebody like that, but... I would think that she would want you to be happy. God forbid have fun once in a while. (20:47)

Sam—

I had a girlfriend. And she died. And my mom died, too. I don’t know, it’s like... it’s like I’m cursed or something. Like death just follows me around. Look, I’m not scared of much, but if I let myself have feelings for anybody— [Sarah: You’re scared they get hurt, too.] (30:39)

Misc—

Sarah: I know, losing somebody you love—it’s terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else, too. (31:27)

20. DEAD MAN’S BLOOD

Dean—

He does what he does for a reason. [Sam: What reason?] Our job. There’s no time to argue. There’s no margin for error, alright? It’s just the way the old man runs things. [Yeah, well, maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, alright? Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you telling me you’re cool with just falling into line and letting him run the whole show?] If that’s what it takes. (14:51)

Sam—

I’m happy he’s okay, alright? I’m happy that we’re all working together. [Dean: Good.] It’s just the way he treats us like children. [Oh, God.] He barks orders at us, Dean. He expects us to follow him without question. He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal. [He does what he does for a reason.] What reason? [Our job. There’s no time to argue. There’s no margin for error, alright? It’s just the way the old man runs things.] Yeah, well, maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, alright? Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you telling me you’re cool with just falling into line and letting him run the whole show? (14:51)

[John: You left. Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam. You walked away!] You’re the one who said “Don’t come back,” Dad. You’re the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off that you couldn’t control me anymore! (19:27)

[John: Sammy, it never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn’t accept the fact that you and me, we’re just different.] We’re not different. Not anymore. With what happened to Mom and Jess, we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone. (29:20)

Misc—

John: This is never the life that I wanted for you. [Sam: Then why’d you get so mad when I left?] You got to understand something. After your mother passed, all I saw was evil, everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you prepared, ready. So somewhere along the line, I stopped being your father. I became your drill sergeant. So when you said that you wanted to go away to school, all I could think about, my only thought was that you were gonna be alone, vulnerable. (28:21)

21. SALVATION

Dean—

For the last time, what happened to them is not your fault. [Sam: Yeah, you’re right, it’s not my fault, but it’s my problem!] No, it’s not your problem, it’s our problem! (05:42)

You’re just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it? [Sam: Yeah. Yeah, you’re damn right I am.] Yeah, well, that’s not gonna happen—not as long as I’m around. [What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We’ve been searching for this demon our whole lives. It’s the only thing we’ve ever cared abut.] Sam, I want to waste it, I do, okay? But it’s not worth dying over. [What?] I mean it. If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing. [That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom,] You said yourself once that no matter what we do, they’re gone. And they’re never coming back. [Don’t you say that! Don’t you—not after all this, don’t you say that.] Sam, look. The three of us, that’s all we have. And it’s all I have. Sometimes I feel like I’m barely holding it together, man. Without you or Dad.... (37:51)

Sam—

So Mom’s death, Jessica—it’s all because of me? [Dean: We don’t know that, Sam.] Oh really? ‘Cause I’d say we’re pretty damn sure, Dean! [For the last time, what happened to them is not your fault.] Yeah, you’re right, it’s not my fault, but it’s my problem! (05:34)

Misc—

John: I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home. I want Mary alive. I just want this to be over. (21:10)

22. DEVIL’S TRAP

Dean—

You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there. [Sam: You didn’t have a choice, Dean.] I know. That’s not what bothers me. [Then what does?] Killing that guy, killing Meg... I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just... it scares me sometimes. [Azazel!John: It shouldn’t. You did good.] You’re not mad? [For what?] Using a bullet. [Mad? I’m proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you, you watch out for this family. You always have.] (29:41)

Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? ‘Cause I really can’t stand the monologuing. [Azazel: Funny, but that’s all part of your M.O., isn’t it? Mask all that nasty pain, mask the truth.] Oh yeah? What’s that? [You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is, they don’t need you. Not like you need them. Sam—he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you.] (36:52)

Sam—

[Dean: Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you. You’re selfish, you know that? You don’t care about anything but revenge.] (19:24)

Misc—

Azazel: He’s gonna tear you apart. He’s gonna taste the iron in your blood. [Dean: Let him go, or I swear to God—] What? What are you and God gonna do? (35:09)

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So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Chapter 1

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.7k

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It is finally done. I somehow finished the final edits of my newest novel. I mean, I love the book with all my heart and I do think that it’s one of the best books I’ve ever written so far, but if I have to read it one more time, I’m going to scream. In about a week, the advanced reader copies will go to the first beta readers. It’s a nerve wrecking part, but it does mean that the moment my book is going to be on the shelves, is one step closer.

To celebrate this glorious event, I decide to go my favorite cafe and edit my next YouTube video. Other people meditate, do yoga or get some exercise in to relax. For me editing is my form of relaxation.

Never in a million years would I have imagined that I would have five million subscribers. Five million people around the globe enjoy watching my vlogs, while I highly doubt I’m that interesting. Sure, I nowadays do photoshoots, some editorials and I still dance quite a lot, but besides that, I’m homebody, who writes a lot and to get out of the house, visits cafes.  

I grab my backpack and start packing my laptop, the charger and my AirPods. I’m tempted to bring my Nintendo Switch with me, so I can play some Animal Crossing (I’ve been kind of neglectful of my island, sorry Tom Nook), but I leave my Switch in its charger.

Before I leave my apartment, I take a quick selfie, to upload for my Instagram Stories. It’s just a simple mirror selfie, showing off my outfit. Since it’s pretty hot outside (it’s July tenth and London has been trapped in a very intense heatwave), I opted for some high waisted denim shorts, a simple white crop top and some matching white sneakers. I do bring a white blazer with me, since the cafe usually has its air-conditioning on and I don’t want to freeze to death.

To be honest, before I got famous on YouTube, I never was impressed with my looks, my style or my life really. I had to celebrate my twenty first birthday alone, to realize I was pretty much wasting my life. Because of the weather, my plans to travel back to my family were cancelled and when I was staring at the cupcake with one candle on it, I realized I barely had memories from my time in college and I was already in year two.

I started to document certain moments in my life, but with all the footage I had of one whole week, I could make a two minute video out of it. But everything I filmed, had to be extravagant and then I asked myself: why does it have to be extravagant to be important enough to film? I should live my own life like I’m the main character, not a side character. I should romanticize life more. All of the sudden, I began noticing how beautiful the sky would look when I went outside for a walk, how the flowers start to bloom when it’s spring and how cozy certain cafes are.

When I uploaded my first YouTube video, I barely had subscribers, but all of the sudden more than thousand people thought my life was interesting enough to watch and a whole year later, I had 200k subscribers. I always figured that it would stay around that number, but once I graduated, published a book and moved to London, my subscriber count went up with a rapid speed. My 500k subscriber hit was unbelievable, my one million subscriber hit was beyond me, but hitting five million subscribers… It’s weird and thank God I have now reached a certain plateau, because seeing my subscriber count going up with the speed that it went back in the day, scared the living shit out of me.  

Once I’m at my favorite cafe, I order a cappuccino and some vanilla cake, before I sit down and get ready for some editing. I used to spend way too much time on editing my videos, but now I finally have found a way to be more efficient.

Time ticks by. I see multiple people leave, I order some ice tea and another soda to keep hydrated and finally I take my AirPods out and put them in their case. I’ve been here for a few hours now and I maybe should leave. I don’t want to overstay my welcome here.

Before I can get up, my phone rings and I pick up when I see it’s Lacey. We met on the plane to London. She went to UCLA, but moved back to England after she was done with school. She told me about what she was going to do in London—becoming a librarian and honestly, that’s a dream—and somehow we hit it off. She was my first and only friend here in London. Of course, through her I met multiple people that I like, but I’m always a bit awkward around them, just like I’m shy around practically anyone I have never met.

‘Hi La—’

‘I have a new fling and he is having a party tonight,’ she simply interrupts me.

‘So much for a hello,’ I chuckle. ‘What fling was this again?’

‘This is the guy I met at the zoo.’ For someone who is a librarian, she meets an awful lot of guys. When I think of a librarian, I think of an older lady with a pencil skirt and grey hair in an updo, but not Lacey, who rocks short skirts like no other. She usually has a new guy every week, but the guy from the zoo… I don’t know if I remember correctly, but I think he is around for more than a week.

‘Hasn’t he been around for like two weeks?’ I ask her.

‘Yes, he is.’

‘And you aren’t tired of him yet?’ I start to pack my bag, while I clutch the phone between my ear and shoulder. ‘What was his name again?’

‘His name is Jackson and he is such a handsome guy, so you want to join us for the party? You can say no, Sandy, because this guy has parties every other week.’

‘I just finished my deadline for the new book,’ I say. ‘I think I just want to chill at home, to be honest.’

‘Totally understand. You are one a hard working woman and I know that parties can be pretty stressful for you.’ I can hear her smile through her voice. ‘I’m really proud of you for finishing that book, always remember that.’

‘Thanks, Lacey. Say hi to Jackson from me and tell him I’ll meet him soon. If he is still around then, of course.’

Lacey starts to laugh. ‘Oh, this one will be still around. I really like this guy and every morning, he sends me a good morning text, including a bad joke.’

‘That is oddly adorable.’ I wave to the barista’s as I leave the cafe. Shit, it’s hot. Like I’m stepping into an oven. Thank God I packed my white bucket hat and I put it on, to prevent my dark hair from frying my brain.

‘It is. Oh, he is calling me. Love you, doll.’

‘Love you too. Have fun tonight.’ I hang up the phone, while I move slowly through the streets of London. I’ve never really been a party type. For me it’s always a chore, never a pleasant event.

Being heavily introverted as I am, I enjoy my time reading on the couch, being by myself. Sometimes I wished I had an animal to keep me company, but my landlord is an asshole and prohibits any sort of pet. Maybe one day I can finally move out here, find myself a better place and become happy there with a nice dog.

Maybe tonight I can film my newly updated evening routine. I haven’t done that in ages and a lot has changed since the last time I did it. For a second I’m doubting my earlier decision of not going to the party with Lacey, but I shake off that thought.

Tonight I’m staying home.

As usual.

⟢⟡⟣

Who needs an alarm, when the sun can wake you up, nearly blinding you in the process? I roll around in my bed and am about to drift away again, continuing the beautiful dream of me being wrapped in Henry Cavill’s thick arms on this Sunday morning, when my phone rings.

Groaning I push myself up, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I sigh deeply when I see it’s Lacey who video calls me. ‘Why on earth do you want to video chat with me?’ I ask her with a sleepy voice, still groggy from just waking up. I rub my eyes, hoping that that will wake me up. After I filmed my summer night routine, I fell fast asleep and when I look at my alarm clock, I slept a whole nine hours.

Well done, Sandy.

‘I have been trying to call you since five a.m.. Why aren’t you picking up your phone?’ Lacey asks impatiently, looking genuinely annoyed.

‘Sometimes I wonder if you even hear yourself. I was asleep at five a.m., as a normal person does.’

Lacey rolls her big doll like eyes. She actually looks like those porcelain dolls, the same ones that my creepy neighbor back home collected and put on display for the entire neighborhood to see. Blonde curls bounce around her face and for someone who partied the entire night, she actually looks really good and is way too awake. ‘I have a story for you and normally I don’t want to talk you into feeling guilty, but for this occasion I’ll make an exception.’

‘That doesn’t explain why you want to video chat with me.’

‘Just wait.’

I sit up straight in bed, placing a pillow against my back, so I can lean against the headboard. I pull my knees up to my chest, to lean my arm on. ‘Tell me, Lacey, what happened?’

‘So, I arrived at the party around eleven and Jackson was waiting for me at the door. He was being a true gentleman, kissed my cheek and when we walked inside, he kept introducing me to people, saying how at the end of the night, I was going to be his girl. To spoil the end for you: I am his girl now and we had steamy sex back at his place.’

As fantastic as that may sound for her, why does she the need to share this with me? I mean, I am happy for her that this Jackson guy is a nice guy and if she is actually going to date him, that’s great, but I don’t want to hear it. It’ll make me feel even more single.

‘Anyways, while Jackson is introducing me, I feel someone is staring at me. So I look around me, only to find one guy watching me. I try to squint you know, to see who that guy is and I think to myself: wow, that guy looks an awful lot like Henry Cavill.’

I start to chuckle. ‘How much did you have to drink at that moment?’

‘None, totally sober. Jackson pulls me with him and eventually introduces me to his friend Henry Cavill.’

Oh my God, I think I forgot how to breath. ‘You are telling me that the guy who you met at the zoo, who is probably more than just a fling to you and threw a party last night, is friends with the Henry Cavill?’

‘The same Henry Cavill you refuse to follow on Instagram, because you can’t handle that much gorgeousness on your feed.’

No need to attack me like that, I think to myself. I just woke up and was hit with the realization that I could’ve met Henry Cavill last night, but I didn’t want to go to a party. Tip for next time: always say yes when this Jackson guy is throwing a party.

‘Moving on with the story, Henry—yes, I’m on a first name basis with him—kept gawking at me and finally he asked me if we knew each other. I shrugged, telling him how I’m just a simple librarian, that usually doesn’t mingle with hot celebrities. Later on, I don’t know how exactly Jackson, Henry and I got to that topic, but I casually said something along the lines of that I’m friends with the Sandy Choi. Henry nearly loses all the color in his face and Jackson starts to laugh his ass off.’

Where is this story going? What the hell is going on?

Lacey starts to laugh out loud and manages to add: ‘Jackson tells me that mister Henry Cavill is a huge fan of yours and literally drops everything whenever you post a new video and how he had an almost heart attack when you mentioned him in your July first vlog. According to Jackson, he has been questioning your comment saying that you haven’t had your fair share of Henry Cavill today ever since.’

This isn’t happening. This honestly can’t be happening right now. Lacey is totally messing with me. ‘Sure.’

‘I can see you are questioning my fantastic story, so let me show you this then.’ She shares her screen with me and shows me a picture of her, this Jackson fella and Henry fucking Cavill, looking insanely handsome as he usually does. His hair is slightly growing out, revealing some lovely curls of his and he is wearing a white blouse. The buttons are hanging on for dear life. I’m mentally kicking myself. Why didn’t I go to this party? I mean, I would’ve probably embarrassed myself, but still: I could’ve admired him from a far. In real life.

Lacey stops sharing her screen with me and smiles widely in the camera. ‘And Jackson mentioned something about pressuring him into following you on Instagram and sliding into your DM’s, but mister Cavill is petrified of doing such thing, so… I decided to give him your number and I think he already texted you.’

I swipe the video chat away, while I start looking through my Whatsapp chats. I see I have some messages from my manager, my editor, my dad and an unknown number.

‘Did he text you?’

I click on the chat, ignore what it says and press on his profile picture. ‘It’s him,’ I say. ‘It’s really him.’ I admire the photo for a second. His thick and strong arms wrapped around his dog. God, I was dreaming about something like that just minutes ago and now all of the sudden, he has my number?

‘What did he write?’

I check the chat and see that the man wrote a paragraph, instead of multiple tiny texts. That is absolutely adorable.

‘I can see you and your grin,’ Lacey says, reminding me that I might’ve swiped away the video chat, she can indeed still see me. ‘Come on, Sandy, read it to me. I deserve to know what he wrote, since I’m the reason he has your number and texted you in the first place.’

She has a valid point and to be fair, I’d probably share it with her anyways. Best to do it now. ‘Hi Sandy, I swear I’m not a creepy stalker. I’m Henry Cavill and I met your friend Lacey at the party last night. She was kind enough to give me your number. I have no idea what she told you about last night, but I just wanted to let you know that your vlogs really help me to get through my days and that you are truly an inspiration to all young people out there.’

‘This is legit the cutest thing that has ever happened!’ Lacey squeals.

Though I agree, I keep staring at the text. This is what he thinks of me? He thinks I’m an inspiration to all young people out there? My videos help him through his day? ‘I’m going to hang up,’ I say to Lacey, ‘and figure out what to text him back.’

‘Wait,’ she says, ‘you’re not going to tell me what you texted back to Henry fucking Cavill?’

I pull up our video conversation again and shake my head. ‘No, I’m not. Thank you for giving him my number, Lacey, but please don’t make a habit out of it. Thank you. Love you. Bye.’

Before I can hear what she has to say, I hang up on her and look at his text again. My heartbeat is finally normalizing again, though my palms are still sweaty. I need to text him back, because that is a polite thing to do.

But what do I text back to a man like him, especially after he told me such a nice and lovely things? I mean, how do I top that? I can tell him the things I told Lacey whenever we would watch something that he starred in. I could say that I thought he was hot in the Witcher or that they should’ve included shirtless scenes of him in Mission Impossible. I could—

Oh my God, he is online!

I nearly die of panic, throwing my phone away from me on the bed. Maybe hanging up on Lacey was the dumbest thing I could’ve done. I need her help. She knows what she could say to him.

Lord knows how long I’m thinking about a response and I know that I should text him back. I finally wrote something and before I can regret it, I press send.

Sandy: Hi, Lacey indeed told me about last night. I honestly can’t believe that you watch my vlogs and that they help you get through your days. Hearing kind words like these from any subscriber honestly means the world to me 😊

And now we wait. He wasn’t online when I pressed send, so I probably won’t get an answer from him any ti—

Ping.

He already answered? Oh no, no, no, I have to let this moment sink in for a second. He can’t already texted me back. Please, let this be my mother, telling me I need to take my cod liver oil, please let this be her.

Henry Cavill: Do I want to know what she told you?

This sounds cheeky, I can handle cheeky. I can answer to this. I’m an adult woman, who is just texting with someone who is a fan. I can handle fan encounters.

Sort of.

Besides, I can think about the right response, so this is only in my advantage.

Sandy: Just that you are a big fan of my vlogs and drop everything when I post a new video.

Henry Cavill: Right, that’s not too bad, I guess.

Sandy: And that according to your friend Jackson, you almost had a heart attack when I mentioned you in my vlog and you have been questioning my fair share of Henry Cavill of today comment.

Henry Cavill: Great…

Sandy: It’s kind of flattering to be totally honest with you.

Henry Cavill: I’m just dying of embarrassment, give me a minute.

I can’t help but to chuckle. It’s weird, that I’m actually talking to Henry Cavill right now. Who would’ve ever thought that that would happen to me? I decide not to share the Instagram and sliding into my DM’s story that Lacey shared with me.

Sandy: I hope that Lacey haven’t told any embarrassing stories about me.

Henry Cavill: Just that you went to Mission Impossible: Fall Out three times in the cinema and that you commented all those three times that there wasn’t enough of me in it.

Okay, now it’s my turn to die of embarrassment. I feel like he is sparing me the need to fall into a deep hole of embarrassment, since he doesn’t mention Lacey adding to it that there wasn’t enough ass and the lack of shirtlessness on his part, because I said that all those three times as well. I know my friend and I know that she told him that.

Sandy: Right… I’m sorry.

Henry Cavill: It was pretty flattering and good for my ego 😉

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Henry—yes I’m on a first name basis with him now as well, but I have yet to change his name in my phone—and his texts have caused tiny disasters around my apartment.

I burned my pancakes, because he kept distracting me with texts, causing the fire alarm to go off. Because I wanted to shut the thing up, I had to stand on a chair, but my brain was still with those texts, so I nearly broke my neck when I fell off it.

While I was filling the kettle with water, I forgot the tap was still running, causing the thing to overflow with water. I stubbed my toe not once, not twice, but three times on the same table leg.

But despite that, talking to Henry has been such a nice thing all morning and the first half of the afternoon. He keeps on complimenting me on my editing, saying what his favorite moments are in my vlogs, while I on my term share about the favorite moments of his interviews, his movies. It’s obvious that we are fans of one another, so having it out in the open, doesn’t feel weird or uncomfortable.

But nothing prepares me for his latest text.

Henry Cavill: I’m going out for a walk with Kal, since it’s cooling down now. You want to join us?

I know I should answer him and I should answer him now, but I keep pacing around my living room. Going out with him on a walk, means talking to him. Like using my vocal cords to communicate with him, talking to him. Am I ready for that? What if I disappoint? I’m probably going to disappoint.

I take a deep breath. You didn’t went to the party last night, so you should go now, Sandy, I tell myself. You can do it. He is inviting you, meaning he wants to hang out with you. That is a good sign.

Sandy: Sure, I just need to get ready. I think I’m ready in about thirty minutes.

Henry Cavill: I’ll share my location, so you know where to go to, okay?

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