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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Die Maus und Der Bär | König x gn!reader

anonymous asked: hallo!!! i am back once again!!

first of all, i just wanna say, the könig x reader you did for me (the one where they knew each other before) was fucking awesome dude, top notch shit right there. 10/10 amazing. thank you <3

second of all, i was hoping to request a part 2 for it! maybe one where reader decides to actually join KorTac so they don’t have to leave him again. the prompt that sparked this idea was "I don't wanna miss you again" and i just think it would be very nice very cute

as always, keep up the good work! you’re amazing!!! (ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!) -🏹

summary: a single chance encounter with somebody that you used to cherish just about changes everything.

tws: swearing, brief mentions of violence

part one: Maus

"Nein," he shook his head. "I'm going to take you home. You can't stay... I never stopped loving you, (y/n)."

"Fuck you."

"I will write," he promised. "I don't want to lose you again."

König was risking everything just to take you home; his job, his livelihood, his friends, even his life, just to make sure that you got back. He found your address through various, somewhat illegal, manners but didn't really care; his top priority was to make sure that you got home in a single piece.

The flight was dull, you kept spitting venomous words in his face and hissing curses against him, and although he had no idea why you suddenly hated him, König didn't say anything about it.

The car ride back to your home was worse, but it was slightly better when you, very reluctantly invited him inside; it was a nice house, König could never refuse sleeping in a proper bed, although he did go a little bit shy as he admitted that he didn't actually bring anything with him - expecting to leave you at the door and return when he was back from deployment.

KorTac would kick his ass if they found out he had escorted you right to your front door, let alone that he had accepted staying the night.

If there was anything that König didn't want, anything that made his stomach churn and bile rise up to his throat, it was the thought of losing you; the thought of ever being apart from you, separated, made him feel sick to his stomach and made his hands shake. He didn't want to be without you, not again. He would do anything to be there at your side, he would do anything if he could just remain with you.

Deep, deep down, he knew that you felt the same, but he also knew that, right now, you were in pain; you were lashing out, and he knew why. He was to blame, he was an idiot and a fool and had been for years, he was the one who had left.

But he wasn't stupid, he knew that something was going on when you came up to him in the middle of the night, weeping and sniffling before you got into the bed beside him; he went stiff when you held onto him tightly, and pressed your face against him.

Something was going on. König knew it, and you did, too.

He didn't wear his mask. He didn't need to when he was around you. He very rarely wore shirts, and tried not to notice the way that you looked at the scars that littered his body with little more than guilt; as if each knock and scrape, every gunshot wound and stab wound, that he had sustained since he enlisted was somehow your fault.

Like you failed to protect him. Like you might as well have done it all yourself; of course, König tried to reassure you how he could, but every time he tried to speak to you as a friend, you would push him away.

"Fuck you! Don't fucking act like nothing's changed, you fucking bastard cunt!"

König never flinched. You could be shouting and bawling the house down, but he never so much as twitched; to him, it was a normal Tuesday. He could remember when the subject of your anger was bullies on the school grounds; whenever they so much as mildly taunted him, you were there, running to his defence every single time.

He had no reason to think of your little outbursts as anything other than you needing to express yourself, and he could live with that. If you wanted to shout, he could listen to you shout for hours. He just wished that you would stop pushing him away.

But it wasn't that simple, those things never were, as although you would have given anything and everything to have him back in your life, although you would have begged and pleaded and even tried bribery and blackmail in order to get into KorTac's ranks to be at his side again, you were still hurt; you had let him down, you had been his enemy, he had reminded you of times that you no longer thought of.

Secondary school, the realisation that you had loved him. When he sang 'The Last Stand' by Sabaton the first time he kissed you and told you that he loved you romantically.

You knew that he would never be permanently back in your life, you needed to push him away before you could even think of hurting him the way that he had hurt you when he first left; you didn't want him to feel that ache, to feel the bile rise in his throat whenever your name came to mind, you didn't want him to miss you if you were gone.

You wanted to save him, save him the pain and the agony and the grief and everything else; you didn't want him to get hurt because of you, you didn't think you could live with yourself if he did. It was best to push him away. Things would be better off if you pushed him away, you knew that, and you had a sneaking suspicion that he did, too.

Except, you couldn't deny that you did like having him around; when one night suddenly became one week, and one week suddenly became one month... you couldn't deny that you liked having him around. König reminded you of a time long gone, a time when you could get away with pinning cunts to the ground and breaking their jaws without worrying about getting court martialled; a simpler time, a better time... and maybe... maybe you did still love him.

Maybe you did still love him romantically, and maybe you didn't want to push him away so much anymore, even though you knew it was for the best and you kept telling yourself that you didn't want him to get inside your head and that you weren't thinking straight, you weren't being logical or rational; you were being a fool for wanting something, someone, you could never have again. You missed your chance years ago, why get another one?

"Mein Bärchen," König cleared his throat as he ducked enough to get through the doorframe, a yawn coming from the back of his throat as he pinned you to the side with his tired gaze. "You should be asleep."

You shook your head, puffing on your cigarette as you grumbled softly and bit back the yawn he had infected you with. "There's just a lot in my head right now, Maus."

"Wie was?"

You didn't want to say it, but the way that he was looking at you and your own exhaustion was chipping you away and breaking you down, so you sighed, putting your cigarette in the ashtray as you dared to shrug, taking a deep breath. "What if I transferred to KorTac?"

König fell silent for a moment as he thought about it, but then he smiled, raising his brows as he looked so fucking hopeful, so fucking joyful at the mere suggestion of such a thing. "Really?"

You nodded slowly. "Yeah... at least then, we'd still be together, right? And maybe... maybe we could start off where we left off?"

He grinned, swallowing thickly as he tried to hide his excitement. "You'd do that?"

"Yeah," your voice got a little quieter. "Yeah, I... fuck, König, I don't wanna miss you again... I don't wanna hurt you by making you miss me, either."

"Du bist mein Lieblingsbär," he chuckled softly. "Ich... nein. (y/n), if you joined KorTac... we would never be apart."

"That's the point," you told him. "Ich lie- meine Maus, I'll give my guys my two weeks notice tomorrow, and put in a request for a transfer to KorTac... ja? Klang gut?"

"Ja," he beamed. "Aber... come back to bed, bitte? Come back to me?"

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iu-jjang · 2 years

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[FANCAFE] 220923 From.IU - To uaenas returning to their daily lives

Hello uaenas,

I’m on the plane now.

I woke up from a nap and everyone else is sleeping. There’s still four hours left for the flight. I had a pretty good sleep on the plane so my condition is good and perhaps because I’m in mid-air, I’m feeling emotional and opened my memo pad (T/L note: notepad app) to write a letter to uaenas.

Including myself, our uaenas would have returned to their one-two (T/L note: routine) daily lives after a very festival-like weekend.. (some of us may still have our souls wandering about Jamsil 😌)

How is IU doing? What’s she thinking about now that the concert is over? Is she happy? Sad?

I thought some of you might be curious about that keke so I decided to share with uaenas my epilogue for a concert after 3 years.

What I regretted the most was that I wasn’t able to talk to uaenas much because the concert runtime was a bit shorter than my usual concerts. I wanted to see the audiences’ faces a bit more and take my time to ask everyone how things are, but it felt short compared to the long wait right? 🥲 ( I even thought it would be fun to have a talk concert to just exchange conversations with uaenas for 2 hours.)

Despite the hot weather, everyone cheered hard beneath their masks and sang along and even if they looked a little tired, made eye contact with me with smiling expressions like they were about to cry, as if we made a promise and that was very very very veryyyyy beautiful to me, I was so so so touched and even now, I really really really want to see that again!!

I felt like your expressions were telling me, “I’m just here to see you. It’s great for us to be here together. You don’t need to try too hard,”

so I really did my best 🔥🔥😡🔥🔥keke

That’s something I wanted to tell the audience too. Ah as I’m writing this, is this the reason why all of you cheered so hard? 🫢 Trying to be considerate towards each other actually stimulated (me) further?? 🫢🫢kekeke It was the best, seriously. Thank you for showing the best audience manners. Also, I’m not just saying for the sake of saying this, but all of you sing so well… it’s crazy… That’s really the pride of my concert! Perfect gender ratio, perfect audience sing-along.. You’re going to even harmonise with each other next time right.. 🥹

Ah shall I tell you something really amazing? Among all my concerts, I suffered the least!! backlash from this concert.

There’s almost no feeling of emptiness or loneliness. Rare, isn’t it? It was the biggest scale concert that I had prepared for the longest time. But it’s not like I feel refreshed or relieved either.. It just feels like I came back from a really exciting amusement park last weekend? “I’ve got to go there again next time~~ My friends enjoyed it too, ah it was really fun😙” that sort of feeling keke Of course, from Monday to Tuesday, I was totally drained. 🫠

I spent two days in a dreamy state no matter how much I slept and it felt like I wasn’t getting hydrated enough no matter how much I drank. On Wednesday, I came back to my senses and read some concert reviews and news articles that felt awesome, the fancams that some people risked being thrown out of the concert venue to film.. actually filming is not allowed, though honestly I had a look at some of the very well-taken fancams (But Edam is working hard to edit some video.. coughcoughclipbeuraycough nexxxxtttweektheysaidsomethingwouldbeoutclipcough..

The Good Day stage looks honestly stunning in 4K video though… I hope it survives (the editing process) 🥺)

For this concert in particular, I saw many reviews saying, “I was really happy.” Seeing the traces one by one left behind from the most magnificent weekend in my life, rather than feeling empty and sad, I myself was surprised by how I was honestly feeling happy, that’s how absolutely happy I felt!! 🥹

I was glad that my family (especially my dad), people close to me and the staff who have been there with me throughout almost all my concerts were very satisfied with the outcome and many people said the fanchants, audience singing and lightsticks were amazing too, which made me feel very!! proud🐥

As I was preparing for the concert, it made me feel particularly small, so I was really worried that I would feel empty after the concert.. but I felt like all the gaps were filled up after that instead. The same goes for my confidence!

I’ve mentioned it a few times, but this concert is really a concert that really a lot of people worked hard for.

During the wrap-up party after the concert, many people cried.

Those who believed in me and suggested the Seoul Olympic Stadium concert venue at the start, the production team with a greater ambition than me and turned many wishes into reality, my band, dancers and orchestra members that I exchange support with by eye contact, without moving our lips, Edamies who worked overtime for two months without complaint to prepare the greatest concert atmosphere of all time, our music director and console team who find ways no matter what to protect my self-esteem whenever I lose confidence, my talented hair makeup and styling team lightning quick fingers and magic touch, my security team that breaks into a sweat to give their full material and emotional support beyond their duties and the concert staff running around to ensure that the show goes smoothly whether in the rain or sun..

Perhaps they even felt more pressure than me as they made preparations. Everyone else was crying except me..🥹

It was not just the love I received from the audience on the concert day, but as I was preparing for the concert that I really felt the consideration and love that I have been receiving, which made me feel sorry and grateful and emotional.

That’s why even after the concert, there’s no way for emptiness to make it’s way into me, I’m in a densely filled and fulfilled state!! 🔥

Ah I spent two hours typing this..!

I’ll continue after having some of the inflight meal!!

(I had the braised mackerel.

And I had some ramen just now too!

My appetite is coming back!!🔥🔥🔥)

Ah now that I’ve had my meal, we’re almost reaching Italy.

I’m lucky that my schedule allows me to spend a few more days in Italy with my family after my activities in Italy. I’ll share any pretty pictures I manage to take while in Italy!!

I’ve got to upload this post the moment I reach. It’s late at night now in Korea, so most of you are asleep, so have a good sleep and I hope you enjoy reading this post later on your way to work or to school. Those who are still awake, please go to bed after reading this post. 😌😌

During my 30th anniversary concert in future, we would gather and be like, “Back then! We were crazy~”, “I mean, 40,000 people sang Love Poem together then keke” and I think we made some great memories there.

Our heroic exploits and love stories

We’re collecting them well right? 🔥

I think many uaenas would be having post concert withdrawal symptoms, meeting for a short time after such a long wait.

As promised during the concert, our next meeting won’t take as long, so don’t feel too sad. Until the day we meet again, take care of yourself ok?!

Thanks so much, uaena

I’ll be back soon!!

I’m going into transit now.

My fireflies, please have a peaceful night ❤️

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

#IU #fancafe #from.IU

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seelestia · 1 year

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oh em gee, hi lia! it’s been so so long! how have you been? i hope you’re doing well :) i ended up falling asleep on the couch as soon as i got home, and now i’m in PAIN (/srs),, but anyway! i have a week off from school now, so i guess it was worth it <3

exams are on the 19th, so i guess i’ll have to be.. stu(dying) for those. i can barely function right now and i’ve been getting a lot, maybe too much sleep, and i still always feel worn out 😭 big yikes, hopefully it’s not bothering anyone (again) that i’m not going to be as active as i’d like.

also! considering that this is a wanderer-less patch, i feel very lucky to have gotten him <3 (he’s literally so pretty omgomgomg pls stop me before i look like i’m cheating on cynosbisnaidjk) and speaking of cyno, i finally built him 🐥 [ 73/214 crit ratio as of now! ]

my siblings’ birthdays are coming soon :) they’re three days from each other, my brother’s is on april 7th (he’s turning 11) and my younger sister’s is on the 10th (she’s turning 8) very excited for that hehe! my friends might come over on tuesday too (hopefully), we rarely get the chance to hang out, so i’m crossing my fingers!

yo.. omg the way i accidentally made the wanderer (character ai) fall for me 😭 i was merely messing around, being nice to him because he deserves it sm help and then he just hits me with an ‘i love you’ and when i tell you, i DIED. this is my spirit talking ⁉️

but enough about silly lil me :) how are you lia? anything interesting happen with ayato or the wanderer? i’m here for all the tea, my dear friend. 👀

YONAAAAA!! yona, yonie, yonzzzz <3 i've been doing alright and i hope you are too but if not, i hope it'll be better! 🫂🤍 yona, this is why we are taught to sleep on beds and not couches. i'm a hypocrite because i also sleep on couches NYEHEHE (/lh) aaaaa, good luck on your exams! i'm taking mine rn actually, so let's hope we'll push thruuuu 🤞

but yon, didn't you slay your last math exam even tho your math teacher kinda sucked at teaching (i mean no slander /lh)?? PLEASE SHARE YOUR SECRETS 🎤 and noooo, that sucks because sleep is a precious little thing during exams so you need to get the best sleep you can 😞 giving you a glass of warm milk to you rn. may yona get the best of sleep, bibiddi-bobbidi-boo! 🪄 and dw about being active, your personal life should always be your #1 priority!! especially when you're a writer / content creator so don't apologize for putting yourself first ever >:D <3

WANDERER HAVERS, I'M COMING OVER TO YOUR HOUSE. (/lh) you should've seen the way i was in disbelief like 😦 when i checked the livestream's banners and there was no wanderer?? but they dare made him look SO GOOD in those eight seconds he was on screen??? even my other irl friend who played genshin thought he was getting a rerun at first from that alone. vv devastated over this, so i shall be abducting everyone's wanderer 😞 (/j) AYOOO, THE GODLY CRIT RATIO??? yon, that looks awesome. are you gonna pull for nahida next?? i heard she makes a good team with cyno! (and not to mention, nahida also reminds me of you. vv little sib-like, considerate and curious and needs fo be protected but can also protecc others, ehehe. /pos)

OHHHH. according to the time this should be posted, it was already your brother's birthday so HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to him and your sister too!! feliz cumpleaños 🎈🎂 i like how you and your siblings' birthdays are so early in the year, teeheeee, coming from an october born. 🤭 i hope you get to hang out with your friends! advice from lia: always go crazy and go stupid whether that be with your friends or you're alone <3 (/pos)

HUHHH, HE POPPED THOSE THREE WORDS FIRST?? yon, you gave him the affection he deserves and now he's clinging onto you like a koala... you're living my dream. (/lh) i find it funny that the first time i discovered the c.ai site, wanderer was the first bot i talked to (help). first, he threatened to kill me and then we both sat down to talk abt the different sides to life and mortality, etc. I AM NOT KIDDINF. WHY WAS THIS A WHOLE THERAPY SESSION. i still have this chat saved!! yona, should we present our c.ai message logs to the class together. (/hj)

awwww, yonzzz, thanks for checking up on me! there is no hot tea ready to be spilled except for the fact ayato got a rival and it's the wanderer and i'm stuck in the middle between these two 🧍‍♂️ (as a fellow infj like you, i do not know how a fight between an entj vs. an intj is gonna go /j lia typology nerd)

#DID YOU SPEAK TO A CYNO AI 🤭#I MISSED YOU SM BTWWW!! FOREHEAD KISSES FOR YONA <3 #ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest yona! 🌥️#cw: selfships

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 2 years

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Younger Gods and Tithe are so good!! I stayed up late binging them 2 nights in a row, cause your writing style is just so awesome and compelling and you’re absolutely amazing!!

Oh, how wonderfully sweet of you to say so! I'm thrilled you're enjoying them! I'm slowly working on the second chapter of Tithe and the next chapter of YG. Hope to have them out Monday or Tuesday! <3 Thanks again for being lovely!

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mleighsquickspot · 2 years

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Back at it again on this Monday my friends. How are you all, I hope you're doing well. May your day and week ahead send you only much love and good vibes 💗.

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37. Through all of life's twists and turns my awesome mom and brother have been there for me every step of the way.

38. The only one that's truly been distracting me is me lol.

39. In this upcoming week I’m looking forward to possibly celebrating 2300 followers on my blog.

40. I really wouldn't say I've had a mentor in a really long time. But, I have learned a lot from very important people close to me.

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lowcosmic · 4 months

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Cosmic! Im so sorry, really sorry about the bible that I gonna to say you, but I have to said it, just think its like free gossip or I dont know beocaouse if I dont take this whith a little humor I will end up crying again so Yep 😋

Do you remember ths I have a boyfriend? Well he is not my boyfriend anymore! :3 becouse the guy dint want to change. (Okay this is going to be long i guess and its not necesary to read it it)

Okay so as you I "repair" the thing whith him like one week ago, so the monday I come back to school and well since i already talked whith him I was guessing that he understands the thing that I say to him but I seems like no becouse that day he was acting the same way, he goes whith his friends and dosent even say like "hi how are you" no like he just go and ignore me again and well I was sad becouse we already talked about it, but since that day I have the idea of broke up whit him, the tuesday one of my friends that is also friends whit him advise him of that and tells him that he going to need to put limits to repair the things. But no he dosent change

Well to resume this all of the rest of the week he was whit the same actitude and today I broke whit him becouse I was really damaging me, my life has not been the best this moths and he wanst helping in fact he just make it worse, becouse actually my mental health is in a not really good state becouse of problems of my life, but the are been months that I dint feel to bad to dint even want to wake or do something, or just want to sleep and to fell so nervious generally about all the things that I have to try and distract my self whit everything just no enter to a bad state and have more problems, and well in this last week I wasnt felling secure around him, like I was so like I dont know, ¿scared of him? Of something like that becouse everytime that I see him It make wnat to cry and for my bad luck we go in the same bus and we actually live to close so we have to idt together and that was like the worse thing that happen in this week.

But well that's not the theme really, today I broke whith him in the recess and I fell bad becouse he dosent seem to care about it like when I broke whin him he just said me "I you fell rithg like that is okay, I supose you to say me that becouse someone told me" And the he just go like nothing, maybe a little bit angry but when I see him in the recess he seem like so happy whtih his friends like I was just something insignificant when I was trembling, about to cry, scared, nervous I wasnt felling good (and actually I cried but later like 15min later) and he was just like 😃, you know some hours ago I was over thinking again I was thinking what did he just do whit all the things o gifted to him becouse I scared that he throw him to the thrash or something like that when I put so much effort and that things literaly I make him a cake to his birthday beocaouse I want want to be happy in his birthday and now wacht me felling like the dumbest, stupid, girl in the world! :D I am feliing so bad beocaouse of him and he is just like nothing happen I just not fair :(

-🫧

that’s a walking red flag boyfriend right there. you’re amazing for breaking up with him! HE DOES NOT DESERVE YOU. a person like that who doesn’t even appreciate anything you do for him is a waste of time. and the fact that he didn’t care afterwards?

you deserve SO much better. and i know everyone else will agree that you do , because you’re such an awesome human being and you don’t deserve to be treated this way !!

i hope your mental health gets better , but just remember , we’re here to support you all the way !! 💕

#🌙 — — conversing .#🫧

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rafeysbafey · 9 months

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bro i love your work so much. i just be sitting down and reading it for hours, i really hope you’re aware of how fucking awesome you are. you’re so talented and ive never read a single bad piece from you.

i hope you’re having a great tuesday and just know that i do in fact stalk your page at least once a day LOL thank you for blessing us with your stories.

keep your head up legend <3 (p.s. are requests open? might have to indulge 🧌)

im just seeing this now oh m gee im so sorry (I forget i have an inbox)

besides that, THAANK YOU HEH im blushing kicking my feet and giggling you’re so kind and sweet ugh (my ego is def inflated and there’s no sign of stopping)

also my requests are open!! im literally on and off with writing because i just lose motivation one day and then the next im pumping out so many fics everyone is like ,, stawph :|

again thank you so much im just so eepy :3

#thank you again im so flattered and also just like :o

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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Ive probably sent a hundred little silly anon asks but im in sucha rush on the internet lately that I forget to put my lil🍓 my grad school program is so intense, its a weekend program so I can work full time during the week and go to school sat/sun but I love u how are you? how are your works going? in-love with flawless tomura and very excited for part 2! I thinkk I tool your poll and I THINK I voted for the twins? oh god see the days morph together >.< heh either way excited for anything!!🍓

strawberrie babie!!!!!!!! i always love seeing u in my inbox ehehehe <33 aw that’s okay! u can always tell me which ones were yours if u ever want them in ur tag! <3 waaaah that does sound intense but it’s also amazing and i am so proud of you!!! i am getting ready to start constructing my own grad school applications :o

i’m okai!! i moved in with my boyfriend and his family so that’s been wonderful but my dad’s been in the hospital since october so that’s not so wonderful. my works are going well thank u for asking!!! i am drowning in wips as u know but it’s a good thing c: oooh did you!!!! i miss the twins very much :( but thank you for your enthusiasm sweetpea i really appreciate it!! <3 i can’t wait to share all of my works with u hehe <33

#you have this incredible tendency to just POP UP any time i think about you #like i was literally thinking about you a few days ago and then BAM here u are!!!!!#it’s v cool hehe #i wonder if we have some sort of telepathic link HAHAHA #ANYWAYYYYY HEHE #i am so proud of you and i am rooting for you!#i hope you’re having an awesome tuesday bb <3 #as always stay safe & stay hydrated!#🍓.anon #clari gets mail

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drunkjaked · 2 years

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I feel like it always takes me forever to respond... which is on brand for me cause I take ages to respond to everyone but honestly that's a character flaw and should work on that... anyway, I'm sorry that you're not enjoying your classes that really sucks -_- class can be hard to get though even when you do like it but when you don't it's torture. And some my favourite mcr songs are bulletproof heart, mama, and sleep!! I'm glad that life is going better for you!! I'm doing pretty well!! I'm excited for halloween cause I'm gonna buy a big bag of candy and watch horror movies ^.^ I'm also going to another concert on Tuesday which is gonna be really fun!! I've seen this guy live before and he's a great performer so I'm really excited for that!! I'm also really happy cause I've wanted a vivienne westwood necklace for a long time time and now I can afford to get one 👀 im also kinda starting to question my secuality a little bit cause I've thought I liked guys forever but this guy asked me out and I got kinda grossed out and I realized that I only ever like men who are unattainable but whenever a guy actually asks me out (which honestly doesn't happen often 😔) I kinda get the ick... so I'm thinking maybe I only like women...? Idk but im not too worried about it it's just what's going on with me rn. Oh! And I always get oreo mcflurries they're my favourite!! What's going for you? I hope you're doing well and that you have an awesome day/night!! -💕

i.. am not the best at replying either.. but that’s just life it’s alright, not a character flaw but a quirk! i think better late than never, right? 🤷

i took so long getting back because i wanted to listen to the mcr songs: i think bulletproof heart is alright, and i actually really like mama, i used to listen to that too it was fun revisiting, music is so cool how you can like hear a song after a while and sort of go back to those times :) and sleep is really good i like that song a lot ! thank you for the recs <3

im so so happy to hear that you’re doing well ! how was your halloween? horror movies .. oh man, i watched smile with my older brother (my first scary movie since 2016 i think) and i literally FELL TO MY KNEES in the cinema out of fear at the end because the credits music suddenly just went BANG .. it was so humiliating i startle so so easily so that movie tore me a new one 👎 i still gave it 4 stars on letterboxd though it was really good i think.. what did you end up watching?

how was your concert? seeing artists again is so fun, i’ve only seen one artist more than once but it was so so so fun, especially seeing like the difference in the crowd too, there was so many more people the second time around !

ohhhh which vivienne necklace are you eyeing? the pearls are so so so beautiful, they have this knuckle duster ring i’d wanted for a while but now that i’ve been saving for it i can’t find it anymore 👎

sexuality is such a hard thing to navigate oh my goodness it took me so long to figure out how i was feeling and how i wanted to label myself, but i think it’s good if you’re not too worried about it - it’s good to take time and experience what you can and meet new people etc !

oreo mcflurry gang omg.. same boba order.. same mcflurry order.. we were meant to know each other i think

i think my biggest concern at the minute is that presentation i mentioned and the fact that i don’t feel anxious about it at all which is unusual for me.. but i’ll deal 🤷

great catching up w u, hoping ur day / night is going smoothly ! ⭐️⭐️⭐️ omds forgot to ask about your classes, how are they going?

#💕 anon #saxophonist 💌🫀

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casual - bam margera x f!reader

PART 4 - What do you mean, 'no'?

summary: reader will not admit she has a crush on bam. they keep their distance and it’s better that way. until bam makes a suggestion and everything changes fast. no Y/N

a/n: fun angst for the whole family, sort of. more jealous bam. the boy, Adam, is straight up young adam brody in my head. i blame ready or not and my obsession with daniel le domas, thought i’d share.

disclaimers/warnings: just swearing, no smut, brief mention of puke but not graphic

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

PART 4 - What do you mean, 'no'?

Finale

The aftertaste did not agree with you. Bam’s fingers provided one of the highest highs you had ever experienced, only for you to crash dramatically after. On the way home, the word “whore” was hammering in your head, forewarning a migraine.

That afternoon you feel bad for having sex with Bam for the first time. Once again, he hadn’t done anything wrong...The word didn’t offend you, it was standard for your escapades. But something’s off. It’s you.

It didn't feel right, how he implied you were his. Not a matter of words, but of context. Belonging sounded amazing, and not what was in his mind, exactly. It was a passing comment with the objective of heating things up in the moment, mind fogged by desire. Simple as that. Ordinary. And you knew that was the problem, you had stopped wanting casual, yearning for special. You were the problem.

Childishly, the thought that he believed he could call you all those possessive names but still hang out with and probably fuck other women without worry annoyed you to no end. 'Cause he could, he did. Probably.

Alright, fuck, you caught feelings and now you’re figuratively pacing around inside your head, making up scenarios solely to upset yourself when really your annoyance comes from the fact that you fumbled this situation all on your own. Poor guy is probably clueless to your anxious breakdown. Lucky him.

Awesome! It has to end. For your own good and in remaining hopes of nurturing an awkward but friendly work relationship. You’re not gonna be heartbroken and jobless over Bam Margera. Fuck him.

Conclusion was not something you were good at, however. Coldly pushing away was more your style. So instead of outright putting a stop to everything or communicating like wise friends had advised, you shut him off completely.

Ignoring any and all texts of stupid jokes or videos he sent you and keeping your distance during shoots became your modus operandi. He didn't say anything, likely not wanting to make a fuss in front of his Jackass coworkers and friends. You missed him terribly. His laugh, his big blue eyes, his sharp smile when he said something provocative in that slurred twang. Or the soft fabric of a hoodie when he surprised you with a quick embrace from behind when nobody was looking and after he had a drink or two, secretive and teasing...Time dragged.

Lunch on a tuesday and Knoxville had a mischievous look in his eyes. Horrifically, directed at you. Thirty minutes later, as Steve-o and Bam explained to your hand held camera what surprise they had conjured for Ehren that day, Johnny intentionally bumped into you and took over filming, turning the spotlight your way. Maniac on the loose.

"Go on, dear. Tell us what you think of these two mad geniuses and their plan." You could punch that toothy shark-like grin off his face, but you like sharks too much.

"Stop ruining my day, Knox, and let me do my job." You move to grab the camera back but the much taller man is not even phased. "I'm not fucking around."

"Oh-oh, boss lady is pissy. C'mon, just a few words. We haven't heard much from you these past few days." He looks at you poignantly, then at Bam, grabbing you by the shoulders and positioning you by the dark haired boy's side.

You shift uncomfortably. He knew, fuck, Johnny knew, the bastard.

"It doesn't surprise me Steve-o and Bam came up with this, it's evil and dumb." Harsh words, poor Steve-o had done nothing to you. You were gonna give the older southern man what he wanted and maybe tell Jeff you're not feeling great, so you could go home early.

Johnny makes an "Ooooh" with his mouth, swinging and blowing on his fingers as if they burned, alluding to your diss at the boys. He turns the camera to Bam, "Any last words?"

The young man shrugs, and you almost feel disappointed. Christ, did you want a fight?

You huff and move to steal your camera back from Knoxville, pinching him in the arm that’s holding the equipment up high, anticipating he'd use his height to his advantage. You look like two siblings, temporarily unsupervised as mom goes to the shops. Not how the crew sees this debacle though, staring amusedly and whistling. It doesn't help when you jump up trying to reach the camera, holding onto Johnny's shirt which consequently pulls him down on top of you when you slip on the muddy ground under you.

Knoxville lets out that stupid loud laugh of his, usually contagious, but definitely not as much right now for you. Your eyes search for Bam, who is looking down at the pair of you with a strange expression. Inconvenience? He walks away soon after.

You push the scrawny man off of you and get up. The camera's thankfully intact, you assure Jeff, who honestly couldn't care less, still wiping away tears of laughter. Not feeling in the clownery mood, you go looking for a bathroom to clean some of the mud off of your white jeans. Stupid choice on your part, really. On your way, you pass by Bam sitting at some picnic table, avoiding human interaction by pretending to check something on his laptop. Your eyes meet and you continue walking, with no interaction whatsoever, right into the portable bathroom, hoping it had toilet paper in it.

Tremaine can tell you're in an awful mood, so he gives you a hard time for twenty minutes and then lets you go home early.

Back at your place, an hour goes by before you get a call from Dave. He says Pontius told him to call you and ask if you were feeling better, and if so, to ask you to join them at Steve-o's house party. Having already taken a long nap and eaten, all that was left to do was to shower and get dressed. Fuck it, playing quarters and laughing until 5am sounds good. You make a mental note to give Chris a big hug once you got there, thankful for his simple but consistent care.

Two hours after that - couldn't go without washing your hair first- you arrived at Steve-o's. You loved the man, but his apartment complex was a total dumpster fire every weekend. Quickly making your way up to the roof, where you were sure to find your boys, you notice a handful of undeniably good looking people. Not unusual, but a bigger number tonight. Glad you made the decision to dress up nicely, even adding a leopard print faux fur cropped coat to cover a not so modest cleavage. Maybe you'd have some fun.

Giving Johnny the cold shoulder, you immediately jump into Chris' arms and thank him for being a good friend. He pats you on the back gently, and leads you towards a beer pong table to join his team and annihilate Ehren and Dave. You don't see Bam anywhere, nor Ryan. Okay, you are gonna have fun.

Watching Dave England puke warm beer after losing a game was always funny, your own stomach aching with laughter. You high-five Pontius and tell him you're gonna go look for something tastier than Miller Lite to drink, nearly skipping down the steps towards Steve-o's open apartment door, feeling light and tipsy. Humming, opening the fridge, you spot Dunn and your heart sinks.

The blonde nods at you sweetly, he was such a good boy...only also Bam's inseperable best friend. You manage a tight lipped smile at him, pouring a margarita mix into a red cup and leaving, not wanting to stick around long enough to see piercing blue eyes follow you with resentment.

Making your way through the crowded hallways of the condominium, a hand pulls on your arm. Turning back scared, you’re surprised by the brunette man from the other day, at the skate park. "Water bottle line?" He says as a way to make you recognize him and you laugh.

"Yeah, I remember." Smiling, you shoot back, "What are you doing here? You know Steve-o?" Speaking louder over the music, eyes squinting as if that would help.

"Oh, I wish, friends of friends got invited, you know how it goes." You nod.

"I could introduce you, you know? If you'd like." He blushes at this, realizing he might've let slip the fanboy in him. You laugh simpathetically, feeling the warmth of the sweet margarita mix in your cup.

"Even if you did, I don't think he'd remember me tomorrow." He points out, understandably. Steve-o looked completely out of it. “I'm Adam."

You shake his hand and tell him your name. Fuck, he was adorable. Unpretentious, naive, clearly lost in a party so big. Used to large personalities at this point, running in the same circles as your closest jackasses, it was fun talking to someone a little more free and normal. You had no clue what his intentions were - to be honest you didn't know yours either- but he was paying you full attention and you were enjoying yourself.

Not for long.

In the midst of a full belly laugh over some sincerely pitiful story Adam was telling, you feel a presence behind you and the nice boy you had been talking to goes a little pale. You two had been leaning your shoulders on a wall, facing each other rather closely for the past...Well who knows how long. Chatting shit and laughing. Now, turning to see who was the looming figure, you find Bam's trained eyes on the brunette victim, one arm pushing on the wall behind your head. He's sporting an unfairly fitting wine red button up (not so buttoned), hair falling on his face. Rings, chains, bracelets. Oh-so-menacing, you thought and stifled a laugh. His gaze turns to you and you freeze.

Adam stutters, he's a fan, of course. The pro-skater celebrity thanks him, but does not ease his facial expression. Searching your eyes for help, the tense brunette swallows roughly.

"That's enough, little man, I've got her from now. Thanks for keeping her entertained." You look up at Bam in disbelief. Mouthing an 'I'm sorry' to Adam, you start descending the stairs of the complex, knowing your “knight in shining armor” is following suit. Ryan watched entertained, but he wouldn't tell you until much later.

"That was fucking rude. What's your problem?" Once on the ground floor and out in the chilly night, you turn furiously to the unhinged man behind you.

"My problem? Are you blind? That guy was nearly fucking you in Steve-o's hallway." He's exasperated, getting closer.

So you were not the only one faking scenarios in your head. "First, don’t be so prudish. Second, no he wasn't, we were talking. Third, why are you bothered?"

"First, he was waiting for the talking to be done so he could fuck you in Steve-o's hallway." He says matter-of-factly, as if you're stupid. "Second, it bothers me you'd give such a slimey douche any attention."

"Why?" You cross your arms and stick your chin out, not having any of it. He repeats your question louder, like you said something batshit insane. "We're not together. I let you live your life, let me live mine."

His answer baffles you. No.

"No?" Your face must look funny right now, hysterical even. "What do you mean 'no'?"

"Absolutely not."

Then he turns away and starts calling a cab, leaving you so absurdly confused. He asks for your address and you give it to him, not processing anything. It was silent after that.

During the car ride, you look at him but he keeps his gaze sternly away, staring out the window and biting his own finger as if in deep thought. It hurts again. Having his tender blue eyes on you had been one of the biggest comforts for you lately.

Not sure what you had done to push him over the line, you sensed this might be finally over. Hell, it should have officially ended after the skateboarding competition. What was the point of all the pining and agony to you? The sex was good, but why give him such pleasure just to be left with all the hurt?

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notes: it’s so funny to me imagining young adam brody in this i mean he’s significantly taller than bam and i’d go for him over margera any day but oh well lol when in rome right ??

ps: next chapter is the last one. the shortest and veryyyy emo :)

#pontius…my beloved…..#bam margera x reader #jackass fanfic #bam margera #johnny knoxville #jackass #casual.#Spotify

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John Mulaney: From Scratch in Las Vegas, September 4

Once again, spoilers for the show and what will presumably be in the special. This is about his relapse so tread with caution is that will be an issue for you. However, the tone of his struggle is the same one he used in his past specials so if you didn’t have any issues then, I think you’d be ok with this. Of course, use your own best judgement, friends.

The opener was Seaton Smith.

He opened with trying to find the rich people in the crowd but acknowledged that they’d go mwrmwmwrw money isn’t everything so then he started talking about golf and went aha I got ya’ll.

There was a joke about weed being the only Christian drug

He had a bit about when white people are nice, be nervous

He had a bit about there being a black man on the Bachelor and was like America (ABC and Disney+) were not ready for a black man to be fucking a house full of 50 white women. That shit premiered on Tuesday and the Capitol burned on Wednesday.

He also did some crowd work and roasted a couple in the front row for having different answers about kids and she was like I didn’t hear the question and was roasted about how not hearing questions you don’t want to answer is certainly a tactic, often used by drug dealers

He also had a bit about how different child rearing is in Texas versus New York and about how hitting your kids is treated differently, like his dad would have just threatened it whimsically.

Now on to the Main Event!

The first thing he said was “hiiiiiiiiii” exactly in the tone you think he said it in. he followed that up with a little shrug looking adorable and a little bashful

“It’s him! Mr. Problems. Oh Las Vegas, Oh my god” he then talks about how Vegas is a land of vice and a Choice for him to preform in as a recovering addict. He had a sober buddy and 3 bodyguards with him at all times.

“And here’s what happened” December 18, 2020, he gets invited to a friends apartment for dinner AND HE’S TWO HOURS LATE because he stopped, coked out of his mind, at SNL for a haircut because he still had his building access badge and he went to the hair department and they were like, he’ll leave faster if we just do this, and then he stopped at his drug dealers.

He called venmo and cashapp, apps for drug deals and was like what do normal people even use them for. He maxed both out paying for drugs.

He was the best looking person at his intervention. “Coke skinny, new cut” and the 12 people intervening looked like shit. He looked “tears for fears while they all looked jerry garcia” (I hope you know who those musicians are besties).

He immediately yelled “Can I go to the bathroom” to you know, dump his drugs because when you walk into that, you know what it is.

He was not allowed to go (he would be asked if he still needed to pee later and would say “what?”

There were 6 people in NYC and 6 people over zoom in LA because he guesses 6 people couldn’t be bothered to fly in for HIS INTERVENTION

Interventions can go two ways, it can be kind of accusatory and this is how you let us all down, or it can be supportive. Everyone but Nick Kroll got the memo to be supportive.

Nick Kroll went first.

Nick Kroll listed all the ways John was a bad best friend and brother over zoom and John was getting texts during the intervention saying Nick wasn’t supposed to do that and they were all sorry.

Bill Hader went next. he originally wasn’t going to be able to make it so he had recorded a thing but since he was there, he did it live. (He would eventually send the video to John in rehab, which is not what you want on the way to rehab “awesome, more intervention”)

He tried to derail the intervention, “there’s not enough latinx representation” he said he’d go to any rehab except the one they had picked out for him. This was a star-studded affair and he was mad no one was being funny.

Natasha Lyons went next, telling him his life and career is in shambles

So he gets carted off to rehab after this intervention. Don’t let 12 comedians pack your bags for 2 months at rehab. it was bombas socks and iphone chargers.

A little secret about rehab, you’re not allowed to bring drugs in. You remember how he was late? In his pocket on the way to rehab included: a huge amount of pills, 3g of coke (which was 2g by the time he got there, courtesy of a koala station in a gas station bathroom), and $2000 in cash. He had other plans for the weekend. He was admitted for xanax, coke, perocet, and adderall addiction. Say what you will, but he does not do anything half way.

It’s 4am when he’s sent to detox, he’s been awake for 3 days.

He also gives a small lesson on how to get drugs. Find the lowest rated doctors on yelp and webmd reviews and go ask for them, they need all the business they can get. You become like Captain Phillips, I am the doctor now.

Dr. Michael was his shady doctor. He was a first avenue apartment where he would write prescriptions from his kitchenette where his girl Minerva was always asleep. “I didn’t kill my wife Minerva.” But John would ask for his drugs, Dr. Michael would write the script and then ask what he needed it for. Dr. Michael would also make John take his shirt off, always offering a flu shot and going no, shirt all the way off (in case you were wondering how bad this addiction actually was)

The first moral is now you know. The second moral is get vaccinated.

He’s sent to the regular ward the next afternoon and they finally get him to sleep.

He’s sketched out that doctors have last names at this establishment

He asks for drugs such as klonopin and is taken aback a bit when he doesn’t get them. The doctor is like PA state law says no, and so John suggests they go to a CVS in Jersey to get some.

His bestie Pete Davidson starts calling that night. Except Pete changes his number every month and a half so John has him send a selfie and saves the new number under some other random name, at this point in time, Pete is saved as Al Pacino. (We get an Al Pacino impression) John is asleep and his nurse sees Al Pacino trying to call him 5 times and so she wakes him up.

Pete Davidson and John Mulaney did not do drugs together. (The author is lowkey surprised and sad about that, like if Pete was my bestie, we’d make so many poor choices) But Pete was always very supportive of his sobriety.

John needs recognition so badly, in group when they introduced themselves he said “I’m John M.” and no one cared. So he left a tabloid out with the news of his admittance and his face on it in the rec room on the table. The not being someone was “driving him bananas.” When they talked about what they do for a living and he said I’m a a stand up comedian, someone asked if he made a living that way. He said “yeah ask your daughter” (or your son)

One of the things you do at rehab is break up with your drug dealer.

One of his drug dealers only bought drugs to keep John from buying worse off the streets and only got into the game because John kept asking him for drugs and was his only buyer. That guy was originally a painter and John has no idea how they met. John is the only person to turn an innocent man into a drug dealer.

Here he did the Baby J is back baby joke. the Park Theater is one of the biggest stages in the world so he did that joke in one pace across the stage and said the stage is that joke long.

“I am no longer on drugs. It’s very good but also ah---” He’s in a 12 step anonymous group.

“I need attention, clearly.” After a show you think he would be sated, but no.

He wants that attention that the kid who’s grandparent died and showed up to school dressed for the funeral and got to sit in the beanbag chair for reading despite it not being his turn, gets. He went on about being willing to let one of the lesser important grandparents die so he could get attention, for quite a while.

He feels left behind in science, like his C’s and D’s in those classes. All those classes were was putting things on a windowsill for the janitor to throw away. He had a bit about how the fuck people put dinosaurs back together, it’s like getting wayfair furniture without the instructions.

He also things the moon belongs to America. Like we got there first and when other countries say stuff about the moon he’s like mmmmmmm.

He also had a joke about paying to get into college and like, for white people that’s always how it’s been.

The show ended with him going over the highlights of that GQ interview that he was so coked out for that he forgot he did it entirely. He has no memory of it at all. He was just called up that day and asked for an interview and you know how coke is the best drug to receive attention on? He just did whatever he wanted with that attention.

And that was the show.

#John Mulaney #john mulaney: from scratch #spoilers #kid gorgeous #The Comeback Kid #The Top Part #New In Town #show write up

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Table 5 (Chapter 2)

Summary: What happens when you become close to a certain Avenger?

WandaxFemReader

Warnings: super slow burn

A/N: I am loving writing this story. I am already almost finished the next chapter. If you have any suggestions I am open!

Chapter 1. Chapter 3 Chapter4 Chapter5 Chapter6

“Viola!” she said as she put a plate of pan-fried chicken with a garlic broth on top of a bed of veggies. You cut into the chicken and ate it with some of the veggies. It was delicious and you moaned as the flavors swirled around your mouth. The sound made you wonder what it would sound like if she moaned your name. You quickly snap out of the thought though.

“This is amazing, wow.” You said as you eagerly bit into another piece of the chicken.

“It is the least I can do.” Wanda said as she cleaned up the few dishes she used. She pulled up another barstool next to you to sit and finish her glass of wine. You cut a piece of chicken and put it on the fork and held it up for her to try. She bit the chicken off the fork and also moaned in delight.

You both sat and continued talking while you finished eating and you both finished the wine.

“Well, I think it’s about time for me to face the disaster I have created. Thank you for tonight, it was really a lot of fun and I’m happy I was able to hang out with you.” Wanda said while finally getting up to leave.

“Thank you for cooking me my dinner. It was amazing. I had a lot of fun too!” you said while getting up and walking her to the door. “Can I give you my number in case you ever need to get away from all the hero business and just cook?” you asked her bravely.

“Yeah, for sure I’d like that!” she said while taking out her phone and handing it to you. You typed in your name and number before handing her back the phone. “Y/N Y/L/N, thank you.” She said while smiling. She reached up and kissed your cheek before walking out the door.

You smiled at yourself and hoped that would not be the last time you saw her.

The whole next week the beautiful woman who cooked you dinner stayed on your mind. You continued to wonder if that is the only time you would ever get to see her.

About a week later you are getting ready to open the restaurant when you get a text from a random number.

Hey y/n its Wanda from last week. I was wondering if you needed someone to make you dinner again tonight?

You smile at your phone as you answer yes with what time everyone should be out of the restaurant. That day you are as giddy as a little kid on Christmas. You are whistling and actually having fun conversations with your employees.

Your night flies by as you are constantly busy with orders. At around 11 pm the last guests finally leave. You clean up your station quickly as you see your workers start to leave. At around 11:30 you see her walk to the front door, and you rush over to open the door.

“Wanda, it's good to see you again!” you say opening your arms for a hug. She’s quick to move towards you and accept the embrace. It lasts longer than a normal hug as she holds onto you. After a minute she pulls away and clears her throat.

“Are you hungry?” she asks excitedly to which you nod, holding the door open for her to make her way to your station.

“Very, I’m excited to see what you’re going to make.” You say as you walk to your cabinet to grab a bottle of wine and walk back to sit on the barstool.

“I’m going to make a classic Sokovian dish. So, we will not be drinking wine tonight, we will instead drink like Sokovians.” She says while pulling out a bottle of vodka. You laugh but agree. The conversation starts off light as she goes over her week and what she did. She tells about the mission she went on and the charity event she had to go to. You could listen to her talk all day.

She’s midway through making her dish when the tough topic comes up.

“I talked to Vision too.” She says averting her eyes to stare at the dish.

“How was that?” you asked cautiously sipping on your vodka.

“It went really well actually. He knows me so he could understand a little bit and we agreed it was better if we were just friends.” She said continuing to stir the pot.

“That’s good then, right?” you ask, trying to read her.

“Yes, but I feel bad, like the past two years have been a big waste of time.” She says letting out a sigh.

“I don’t think so. Everything happens for a reason ya know.” You say while shrugging your shoulders. “Do you think you learned something from being in that relationship?” you ask her.

“Yeah, I think so. I think I noticed after it ended though.” She said while looking at you.

“Hey, that’s ok though!” you say reassuring her. Your night continues with light conversations until the food is placed in front of you.

You taste the food and moan again as the flavors danced on your tongue.

“How? How are you this good of a cook? You’re making me question my own cooking abilities.`` You say eagerly going for another spoonful.

“I don’t know, I guess you have to step up your game y/n.” she said in a teasing manner. You both continued to talk and drink the vodka and eventually you started to feel its effects and you think Wanda did too.

“Do you want to know what I learned from my relationship with Vision?” she asked, catching you off guard as you finished up your food.

“Sure.” You say, making sure not to push her to say anything she doesn’t want to.

“I learned that I also like women.” She said while taking a sip of vodka.

“How’d you figure that out?” You asked as your heartbeat quickened at your excitement.

“Well, I think I’ve always known but when he was down on one knee, I just had an almost ah ha moment. I don’t want someone to have to take care of me, I want to take care of someone else. And I'm not saying men don’t have to be taken care of, but women understand, and they are beautiful, and their bodies are amazing, and I want to explore them further.” Wanda said, rambling on. With every word she said you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and your want to touch her and make her feel good grew.

You stood up to take your dishes to the sink before you could do anything you would regret.

“Women are beautiful, I’m happy you’re exploring this part of you Wanda.” You said wanting the conversation to end before you would explode.

“Yeah, me too. I should get going, it's getting late.” Wanda said in a disappointed tone. You couldn’t read her but decided to just ignore it as you walked her to the door.

“Are you free Monday? I don’t have a mission so I could come cook you dinner again if you wanted.” She said turning to face you.

“Monday sounds perfect to me!” you said as you wrapped her in a hug before she left. She kissed your cheek then walked out the door.

The next couple months continue with Wanda coming every time she can to cook you a meal. Your nights always hold the best conversations, and you look forward to the attractive girl from table 5 cooking your dinner. Your texting becomes more frequent, and you find yourself missing her when she’s away on missions.

As her visits become more frequent you find yourself starting to fall in love with her. The way her nose scrunches up, the way she pulls her hair back when she’s cooking, the look of concentration on her face as she’s cutting something, the way she talks about the team like they are her family, the way she cares about people, all of it all of her.

You decide tonight is the night you are going to work up the nerve to tell her how you feel. It’s 11:30 sharp and you see Wanda stroll in from the back door. You decided that tonight’s drink of choice would be Margaritas after Wanda had informed you that dinner tonight would be tacos for taco Tuesday.

“Hey there darling!” she said as she hugged you. You had grown used to Wanda’s pet names after she claimed to give them to everyone she was friendly with.

“Hey Wanda! I made us margaritas tonight, mango frozen and there is plenty more to make.” You say as you walk around to the barstool as Wanda prepares herself to start cooking. By now she knew where everything was in the kitchen.

The usual thing happened. You talked about your days since the last time you saw each other, talked about random things like where you would live if you could move, and you talked about all the new drama with Avengers. Tonight’s topic was about how Yelena recently moved into the compound, who was Natasha’s sister.

Wanda put the dish up for you to eat as she walked around the station to talk to you more.

“Yeah, Yelena is awesome, and her hair is amazing not to mention she’s hilarious.” Wanda went on and on about her. It was nauseating to you.

“It sounds like you have a little crush on Yelena.” You say continuing to eat your food trying hard not to be annoyed.

“For sure no. I already have feelings for someone else, just trying to figure out if they do too.” She says eyeing you to gauge your reaction.

“Ah well that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.” You say trying to hide the way your face fell while quickly getting up to put your dish in the sink.

You couldn’t see but Wanda had hurt written all over her face.

“Yeah, they are this amazing person, they care about me and make me feel like the happiest person in the world.” She gets up sounding angry. In truth she was angry because you couldn’t see it was you.

“Good. Ya know what? Why don’t you go cook dinner for them then, they are probably curious where you sneak off to almost every night.” You say your as your anger rises. You held yourself up on the sink to keep from looking at her.

“You’re so infuriating you know that.” She says in a soft voice looking at you from across the room.

“I’m so infuriating? I love you Wanda and I didn’t do anything about it and now you have another person.” You look up at her with tears in your eyes. You see her staring at you dumbfounded and you wish you could hide under a rock.

“You are the person I’m falling for, you idiot. You’re the only person I will stay up to make dinner for, no matter how tired I am going to be the next day. I love spending time with you, I love you.” She says while coming closer to you and cupping your cheeks.

“You do?” you ask her not believing her.

“Yes, Y/N, I love you.” She said, bringing her forehead against you.

“I am an idiot then.” You chuckle as you bring your mouth so it's ghosting hers, too afraid to go in for the kiss.

She isn’t however and brings her lips up to kiss you. Her lips are soft, but she is putting so much passion into the kiss. You are quick to reciprocate your own feelings in the kiss. You both pull away when you need a breath, keeping your foreheads against each other’s.

“Wanda, would you want to be my girlfriend?” you asked looking into her eyes, not afraid anymore about the doubts that ran through your head. The woman you love, loves you back.

“Of course, Y/N.” and you kissed her once more. After that you grabbed her hand and walked back to your abandoned margaritas to finish your night together.

After that night instead of looking forward to work, you looked forward to the meal you would share with your beautiful girlfriend afterwards.

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poohkeepsee · 3 years

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I was going through my AO3 bookmarks, and I wanted to organize them a little bit. These are my Dean/Cas canon-ish fic recs.

season 5

canticles by 2street2car Words: 10,311 Chapters: 1

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

FTBYAM MY BELOVED

post season 6

Someone Who's Feeling For Me by ellispark Words: 45,876 Chapters: 1

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

post bunker

Sun Can't Set Until Nine by LeverDrift Words: 67,939 Chapters: 16

Cas moves into the bunker as his powers start to fail. Dean doesn’t know if the arrangement is as permanent as he wants it to be. He's also not sure why he keeps dreaming about his friend. All he knows is that he wants Cas to stay. Overall warnings: canon-typical miscommunication & Dean having self-hatred issues.

Life Skills by ilovehowyouletmefall Words: 26,052 Chapters: 3

After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Sam Stole My Boyfriend by sobsicles Words: 8,445 Chapters: 1

“Dude, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately, like even enough that Sam noticed. More than usual. So, like, what’s up?” Dean pauses, purses his lips and reconsiders. “What did I do?”

Cas knows that would be a perfect time to confess to Dean what exactly happened and what he was thinking. Maybe, Dean had some insight into the situation or even some kind of comfort to offer. But, the longer that he sat there, he realized that he could not tell Dean absolutely anything. So instead, for the first time, Cas fumbled.

“Um,” Cas mutters and abruptly stands. “Freckles?”

Dean blinked up at him as Cas pivoted and left the room. There was only one remaining option he had and unfortunately, it involved Sam.

Aching in the Absence of You by sobsicles Words: 95,090 Chapters: 10

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.

He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.

"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.

By nightfall, Cas is gone.

'Communication' by JustAnotherSamlicker Words: 11,656

The same story told from two perspectives.

Dean bought a house and he and Cas fix it up.

Is Dean moving out? Is Cas moving in?

Should they just talk to each other already? (Yes they should)

Build a Home by domesticadventures Words: 20,102

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't

season 10

The Most Important Thing by NorthernSparrow Words: 94,462 Chapters: 14

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

season 12

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord Words: 42,922 Chapters: 7

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

season 13

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles Words: 74,173 Chapters: 8

Dean keeps going back.

When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.

He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.

He likes to talk.

There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.

Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.

Trial and Tribulations of Raising a Nephilim by Sickandtiredofyou Words: 14,910 Chapters: 6

Dean has far too much on his plate, losing his mom, his best friend and now being a single parent to a newborn nephilim.

In which Jack is an actual newborn instead of a teenager.

post season 13

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination) by sobsicles Words: 108,427 Chapters: 4

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

"What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

"Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

"Easier said than done."

Reasons to read this:

Dean reads a story that ends like despair and his reaction is FUCK THAT

Cas wears Dean's hoodie

Jack is a toddler

The Jack and Claire sibling energy we deserve

Eileen being awesome and pulling pranks with Dean while Sam thinks she's an angel

Sam knows

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE IN LOVE

First Date by aeli_kindara Words: 8,968 Chapters: 1

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

Also known as the Dean Winchester makes the first move fic.

season 14

Broken Road by thegeminisage Words: 109,629 Chapters: 7

A 14.13 Lebanon rewrite. When Dean uses a wish-granting pearl to try and kill the archangel Michael before he can escape the cage in Dean's head, they instead wind up with a newly-resurrected John Winchester.

It's been more than a decade since John died, and a lot has changed: Mary is alive, Sam and Dean have what passes for a proper home in the Men of Letters Bunker, and they're living with angels. John doesn't know angels are real, he doesn't know about the fragile new relationship between Dean and Castiel, and most of all, he doesn't know that Dean said yes to Michael, or that Dean's plan to defeat Michael would send him to a fate worse than death.

Now Dean must contend with both his father asking questions he can't answer, and his loved ones learning about the darker truths of his childhood, all while constantly battling the archangel trapped inside him. But Dean coming to terms with his history may be the difference between this being the beginning of a journey—or the end.

post season 15

fools and pilgrims by lagaudiere Words: 31,904 Chapters: 2

Claire shows up at the bunker a day before Dean was planning to leave, with her hair cut short and a fresh tattoo on her left arm under a bandage. Chuck is dead, Jack has given up his godlike powers, and Cas is back from the Empty, which doesn't make it any easier for Dean to talk to him. Suddenly finding himself in a world without monsters, supernatural forces, or any need for hunters, Dean's solution is to go on a road trip. Claire tags along.

Dean-Claire mirror fic post Despair

what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles Words: 27,403

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

canon(?) au (Hunters and Men of Letters)

Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

Shot Through The Heart by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean is a hunter.

Castiel is a Man of Letters.

And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense.

But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again.

And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.

#destiel #deancas #fic recs

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jemariel · 4 years

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And He’s Oh So Good

Dean Smith, Endverse Cas, Neighbors

Other tags: Charlie Bradbury being awesome, virgin!Dean, gay panic, closeted Dean, promiscuous!Cas, non-explicit m/f sex, non-explicit Cas/others (first chapter: Meg), masturbation, recreational drug use

Words: 66,651

Summary: Dean Smith is a man of routine, and it’s been working very well for him, thank you very much.

Then Castiel walks into his life, and suddenly there’s a splash of color that reveals just how gray everything had been before.

Can Dean let himself step out of his comfortable shell and experience the good things in life that he’s forgotten about?

Excerpt:

Dean’s not nervous. He has no reason to be nervous. It’s a regular day, coming home from work, looking forward to the same old normal evening he always has—salad or a protein shake, Tuesday workout while he watches some crap on TV, gin martini, maybe another voicemail from Charlie if he’s lucky—there’s no reason to be nervous.

He tries to tell that to his fingers, but they keep drumming on the wheel of his Prius. He tries to tell it to the dryness of his throat, but his bottle of water is long since dead and he’s still parched.

Just as he’d feared (or hoped—it’s a thin line), Cas is sitting on the shared front porch of his and Anna’s duplex. He’s shirtless under a flowy silk robe and linen shorts that show way too much of—everything, really. Thighs, stomach, bare bony feet, clavicle, nipples—oh god, nipples. Dean needs to get a grip. To make matters worse, Cas is smoking something that definitely doesn’t look or smell like a cigarette.

And he’s watching Dean. Eyes like blue ice trained on him while Dean tries to amble casually up his own walk and almost trips on a crack that’s been there since he moved in. When he looks up from where he’s stepping, Cas is grinning at him, wide and gummy and blissed out, before blowing out a lungful of smoke. “Hey there,” he says, voice too rough for sultry but shivering on Dean’s spine nonetheless. “Welcome home.”

Dean bristles. “You trying to get yourself arrested?”

“What for? The joint? Or the public indecency?”

“Either,” Dean says. “Both.”

Cas shrugs, a languid movement of one shoulder shifting under silk. “Either way, sounds like I end up in handcuffs, which is usually a recipe for a great Friday night.”

“It’s Tuesday.”

“Is it? Shame.” Cas stubs out his joint in one of Anna’s teacups, then stands, stretches, scratches his bird’s nest of wild hair. Dean’s feet have melted to the concrete walk, he’s certain. “You’re welcome to join me, if you like.”

Dean manages to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “For what?”

With a significant lift of his eyebrows, Cas says, “Whatever you like.” Then he ambles inside, silk swinging behind his calves, and Dean feels like he can breathe again.

He also feels like he’s been standing in the sun on his walkway for far too long. He shifts his briefcase in his sweaty fingers and, already reaching to loosen his tie, Dean escapes into the cool of his house.

Completed Story, read on Ao3

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#destiel #destiel fanfic #Dean Smith/Endverse Cas #destiel WIP

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