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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 months

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If I Fell For You: Worst Nightmare

Summary: Jensen's worst nightmare is about to come true...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, heavy mentions of injury/blood/car accident

A/N: The agnst is strong...

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Shouting woke you up. Very loud, very upset shouting. You blinked, slowly turning your head and finding the world was upside down. There was something to your left, something bent and the smell of metal and blood in the air made your nose twinge.

Then you remembered you were in the car. Driving on the highway to the brewery to grab some pizza and a few beers to bring home for dinner. You turned and touched the metal panel, the front of the car or part of the roof was your guess, now smack dab in the center console and cutting you off from the other side.

“Jay,” you croaked out. The shouting stopped and you squeezed your eyes shut. “Jensen. I’m okay.”

“Y/N,” he said as you remembered him shoving a hand in front of your chest.

“Please tell me you’re in one piece,” you whispered.

“Yeah, I-I think so. Y-You?”

“I think so too,” you said, putting a hand on the roof below you, the windshield caved in, passenger door looking like a crumbled piece of paper. “Jay, I’m stuck in here.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think it’s just bumps and bruises,” you said. “Can you move?”

“No,” he said quietly, not saying another word.

“Are you hurt?” He didn’t respond and you hit the panel between you. “Hey! Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay.”

“Dammit, tell me the truth.”

“My arm is cut up some but I’m okay. I can’t…fuck I can’t get out either.” He slapped the metal piece between you and you shushed him. “Y/N-“

“Relax honey. Sh, relax. I’m right here. I’m gonna be okay and you’re gonna…be okay…it’s going to be just fine. Just…just do your breathing that Ray showed you when you get anxious okay? It’ll…be okay,” you said, pressing your hand against your bleeding leg. “Shit.”

“You sound hurt,” he breathed out. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m uh, bleeding from my thigh. It’s not gushing so it couldn’t have been anything too bad, right?” you tried to joke, Jensen slamming against the panel again. “It’s not that deep. Also I’m pretty sure I have pizza in my hair.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I hope you like the smell of marinara cause that’s gonna take forever to wash out,” you said, trying to leverage yourself against the roof of the car. “Now’s as good a time as any to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” he asked quietly. “Are you-”

“Led Zeppelin sucks and I cannot believe you have so many of their original records. Don’t even get me started on your infatuation with fucking country music. I hate country music and I think it’s time I put my foot down and ban it from the house. What do you say?” you said, squeezing your palm hard over your leg.

He let out a quiet huff of air that was akin to a dry laugh.

“I say you’re trying to distract me which either means you’re seriously fucked up over there and not telling me or you’re trying to keep me from having a panic attack by falsely insulting my music. So-”

“Hey, I do not like country as much as you and those are facts.”

“I know you don’t yet you listen to it for me,” he said, realizing for the first time it was still playing on the radio. “Imagine if you had to die listening to music you hated.”

“I’d live out of pure spite,” you said, Jensen chuckling a little. “I promise it’s the later. Trust me. If it were bad, I’d be asking you all sorts of shit about Dee so we can shit talk your music choices in the afterlife.”

He laughed for a split second, grunting loudly and making your heart race. “Yeah, you’re okay. Or not actively dying at least.”

“Not doing that. On the negative, everything hurts but positive side, I smell like pizza and beer, two of your favorite things.”

“Always got those silver linings,” he said as you heard sirens in the distance. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“You know how I said my arm was cut up?” he said, swallowing thickly. The pit in your stomach dropped, eyes closing.

“How bad is it?” you whispered.

“Bad enough I wrapped my belt around my arm to stop the bleeding.”

“Be honest. Please,” you said, wishing you could do something, anything. The silence was deafening, his labored inhale the only indication that he was still awake. “How bad?”

“There’s a piece of metal sticking out of my forearm. Pretty sure it sliced through the veins in there judging by the amount of blood.” You fought back tears, taking a shaky breath. “I’m really cold and tired. But I’m gonna stay awake-”

“Write me a song. Write me a fucking country song right now,” you said, forcing your eyes open. “What’s the melody?”

“Uh, what?” he asked. “Y/N, I’m-”

“I know what you’re saying and you can stay up until dawn even when you’re exhausted when you’re working on music so you write me a damn song right now and stay the fuck awake,” you croaked out.

“Well I need a banjo in there because I know that’s your favorite,” he teased, car doors slamming nearby.

“You’re a dickhead,” you said, Jensen chuckling. “Alright, banjo. What else?”

“Violin and a cello somehow. You fucking love the sound of-”

“Him first!” you shouted when you saw some boots in front of you, quickly watching them jog to his side of the car.

“Oh shit,” one of the responders said and with that, your heart truly sank, unsure if it would ever come back up.

They’d gotten Jensen out of the car first and carted off by the time you had a makeshift bandage around your thigh. Something felt off with your leg and several hours and a surgery later, your foot was in a cast. But when you woke up in post-op, Jensen wasn’t there, a nurse telling you he was still in the operation room.

So now all you could do was sit in a room in the ICU, staring out the glass door, praying you saw Jensen. It felt like the longest twenty three minutes of your life.

You shot straight up in bed when you saw a sleepy looking Jensen getting stopped in a bed outside your door.

“Whoa. I want to stay in the hot girl’s room,” he murmured, winking lazily at you. Yeah, he was definitely hopped up on something, his right arm wrapped and wrapped and wrapped in a thick mass of bandages.

“Let’s leave her alone,” said the nurse behind the bed, pushing him forward again, making him shout. She froze, Jensen staring in your room, shaking his head out.

“That’s my wife. I want to be with her.” The nurse sighed, Jensen’s face falling. “Please,” he whispered, voice cracking.

“You can see her in a minute, I promise,” she said, pushing him along. You waited exactly four minutes before slamming the nurse button over and over, one entering your room, giving you an annoyed glare.

“You should be sleeping,” she said. “You need to rest.”

“My husband is on the other side of this wall and last time I saw him he was bleeding out so I think a five minute field trip is more than fair-”

“He’s asleep like you should be.” You stared her down, the nurse eventually relenting. “Just stay there.” She left and returned after three minutes, shoving an ipad in your hand. “We used these during the pandemic. You can facetime him for a few minutes but then you both need sleep.”

She tapped a number and a split second later, Jensen’s beat up face appeared on screen.

“Well if ain’t the hot girl calling me from her bed,” he teased, the nurse rolling her eyes and leaving. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah. How are you?” you asked. He held up his injured arm and sighed. “You’re alive and that’s what matters.”

“I’m going to need physical therapy again. Months to recover and rebuild the muscle in my forearm. I already know it. You too with that foot of yours.” He rested his head against his pillow. “What about that cut on your leg?”

“Just gotta lay off it for a bit. It’s the same leg as my broken foot so that’ll be easy.” You both just stared at each other for a moment, a mess of bruises and small cuts littering your skin. “We’ll get through this.”

“I know.” He glanced down, closing his eyes. “I didn’t realize I was bleeding so bad until you made me calm down by insulting one of the best bands in history. You saved my neck.”

“That only happened because you put your arm in front of me. It could have been so much worse and-”

“Silly girl,” he murmured, slowly forcing his eyelids open, a softness to them you weren’t expecting. “I’ll always protect you. If you get a little less hurt because I did then that’s a win for me.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, Jensen shushing you. “Don’t say things like that, Jay.”

“Says the girl who stopped me from having a full on panic attack during arguably my worst nightmare. We protect each other, that’s how it works.” You smiled, Jensen returning it. “I’m taking you to a country music festival when we’re up for it in honor of saving me.”

“I want a divorce.”

He laughed so loud you heard it echo down the hall. He’d be okay again. You both would.

Eventually.

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kpopastroblog1 · 2 months

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Enhypen Jay Ideal Type, Love Style

Enhypen Jay Ideal Type

First with his Taurus stellium and Sun in Taurus, Jay likely values stability and security in his relationships. He may be attracted to someone who provides a sense of safety and consistency. Being ruled by Venus, Jay may be drawn to someone who enjoys and appreciates sensual pleasures. He seeks a partner who is affectionate, enjoys physical touch, and indulges in experiences that stimulate the senses. Jay is attracted to someone who appreciates beauty in all its forms, whether it's art, music, nature, or personal appearance. The person needs to be able to take care of their appearance very well but also maintain a well put together personality. Given his taurus loyalty and devotion, Jay seeks a partner who is faithful and committed to the relationship. He definitely values long-term connections and seek someone who is willing to invest in building a strong foundation together.

Love Style When it comes to a relationship, Jay exhibits characteristics typical of his Taurus astrological placements. He is very devoted, loyal, committed, valuing stability & security in the partnership. Jay tends to express his affection through physical touch, gestures of care, and providing a comfortable and nurturing environment for his partner. He values open communication and honesty, preferring to build a solid foundation of trust and understanding. Jay might enjoy simple pleasures with his partner, such as spending quality time together, enjoying good food, or exploring nature. Overall, he would likely prioritize the well-being and happiness of his significant other, aiming to create a harmonious and enduring relationship based on mutual respect and love. Jay seems to enjoy planning romantic dates or surprises to show his appreciation and deepen the emotional connection between him and his partner. He would also be a very reliable and supportive partner, someone who is there to provide comfort and encouragement during both the good times and the challenging moments. With his practical nature, he might take on the role of a stable anchor in the relationship, offering guidance and reassurance when needed.

Date Ideas

Luxury or upscale restaurants

Picnic in the Park

Cooking Together at Home

Nature Hike or Scenic Walk

Visit a Farmer's Market

Wine Tasting or Brewery Tour

Stargazing

Art Gallery or Museum Visit

Movie Night at Home

These date ideas cater to Jay's preference for simplicity, connection, and shared experiences, providing opportunities for meaningful moments and deepening the bond between him and his partner.

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rwnash · 2 months

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Jay IPA - Magpie Brewery - 5.2% ABV. B+ and a bit, malty, earthy base with a hint of orange. Lingering slightly fruity bitter finish #ale #beer #bier

3.3/5. In The Kings Fee #Hereford and this Pint is a great start to a very cold day. There seems to be some Rugby 🏉 today.

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pickledpascal · 5 months

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Lover

Chapter Four: Karma

Warnings: Smut, oral, penetrative sex, 18+ themes, fluff.

Word Count: 3.4k

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The reception lasted until about three in the morning. Elena and Mark left around ten since that was when they usually stayed up. Jay was the same. Even with half her friends gone, Avery had an amazing time watching Sammy try to hit on people from Jensen's family. She even danced as much as she could in her large dress—not just with Jensen but with Misha, Nate, and Felicia. Jacob wasn't one to dance. He was the type to sit at his table and eat scraps off his plate or drink a liquor of some kind as he watched.

“Still can't believe this?” Nate asked when he and Avery sat down, away from Jensen who was dancing with his sister.

Avery shrugged bashfully, glancing down at the tablecloth. “Not really. Seems like it was just yesterday I was dreaming about going to the brewery. And only that.” She admitted with a light laugh.

Nate nodded as he took a sip from his glass. There was a honey-like liquid inside. Whiskey. “You've grown up.” He smiled softly.

“Yeah.” Avery chuckled.

She had always thought she grew up a little too fast because of all the things she had to go through. But maybe she was just tall. Of course, Avery was a mature individual, even before she met Jensen, but this seemed to solidify it somehow. Marriage was a grown-up thing to do. She was devoting the rest of her life to being with someone.

That someone just so happened to be someone she watched on her TV.

Once back in their cabin, Avery took off her large dress and hung it up in the corner of the room. In exchange for the dress, she wore one of Jensen’s intentionally large sweaters. It stopped at mid-thigh on her.

Jensen stripped off his blazer and tie with the top buttons of his shirt haphazardly undone. He pressed his lips to Avery's cheek. “Now… An Impala is waiting to be christened, Mrs. Cairo-Ackles.” He teased in her ear, hands on her waist as he pulled her against his chest.

Avery turned her head and let out a small laugh. “Alright, Mr. Cairo-Ackles.”

Their cabin was out of the way of the others, by design. They just hoped no one decided to go on a night hike. Knowing Misha, it was a possibility. Even then, he knew better. The Impala was parked right outside the cabin. Over time, it had become Jensen’s car of choice instead of his modern sedan. It was great to haul a lot of stuff in and well…. Great for stuff like this.

Jensen lay in the backseat as Avery climbed over him, closing the door behind her. As the door slammed closed, Jensen grabbed her shirt and pushed it over her head. What he was met with made him nearly choke on his own saliva.

“See something you like?” Avery winked. Instead of the bra she usually wore, she had pasties on. They were black and in the shape of a heart. Jensen gulped. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pressed a kiss to Jensen’s lips as she began to unbutton his shirt.

Jensen drew in a shaky breath as he let her undress him. The pasties were a look. One he liked. He was pulled back into reality when Avery started to unbutton his pants. “No, no, I-I had a plan but then you… fuck. You—” He paused, stopping her.

“Fuck me what?” Avery looked at him, amused.

Jensen cursed at himself for getting distracted. “Shush. I just… Fuck, I need you in my mouth again.” He breathed, running a hand up Avery's thigh. He squeezed slightly, loving the way her skin felt.

Avery licked her bottom lip in thought. She genuinely didn't think Jensen would want that again. Or crave it. “Okay.” She resigned herself from Jensen and sat back on the leather seats of the Impala.

Jensen let out a breath as he adjusted his position to get in between Avery’s legs. He slid off her underwear and pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. His fingers traced over the dark lines of her tattoos on the front of her thigh. Screw boobs or butts, Jensen was a thigh man. He bit on a particularly thick part of her thigh, causing Avery to let out a light moan.

“Honey,” Avery pushed a hand into Jensen's hair, messing it up in the way she loved. “C'mon.” She knew he wanted to take his time and ravish her, but she was getting impatient.

Jensen smiled smugly up at Avery, pressing his fingertips into her skin as he pressed a few kisses on her tip. He kept his hand on Avery's thighs as he took her in his mouth.

He had been wanting to do this again for such a long time. He wasn't even sure. Likely since the last—and only—time. Jensen wasn't sure he'd want to admit how many times he'd thought about it. They have had a few escapades at night since Avery's birthday but they were few and far between and usually included Jensen getting fucked so well that he couldn't form words for a while after. Avery liked pleasing him. Jensen just wanted to return the favor.

Jensen had nearly forgotten just how much he liked this. The weight in his mouth, Avery’s noises, the taste. He missed it. He wasn't even aware that was something he could miss.

Avery watched with dark eyes as Jensen started to move his head. She forgot just how good he was at sucking dick. Not perfect—was anyone?—but amazing. “Honey, shit—” She panted heavily, scratching at his scalp. “Fuck.”

Resisting the urge to smirk—partly because his mouth was busy—Jensen focused his attention on the head of her cock. As his tongue pressed against her slit, Avery drew in a sharp breath. Jensen looked up at her and knew he had done something right.

Avery let out a choked moan, a crease between her eyebrows as she let the pleasure wash over her. “Fuck, honey! I—” The muscles in her legs started to tense as desire built in her stomach. “Keep–Keep going. Such a good boy.” She wanted to pull harder on Jensen’s hair but she refrained, not wanting to accidentally pull him off. She liked this. Maybe a little too much.

Jensen had no plans of stopping until Avery came. In his mouth this time. Even if he liked the fluttery feeling it gave him when it was on his face.

Digging his palms into the flesh of Avery's thighs, Jensen kept at it. Sucking and feeling up every inch of her cock with his tongue that he could. His brain buzzed louder each time his head bobbed down. Being distracted, Jensen had to remind himself to breathe through his nose a couple of times. He needed Avery to feel good, he didn't care if he died in the process.

Would be a nice way to go out.

“Shit, Jay—” Avery hissed softly as Jensen grazed her cock with his teeth. Her leg jerked at the contact, driving into his back. He didn't let it distract him. “Fuck, please—I’m close.” Her lips parted as she stared down at Jensen between her legs. She'd never get used to seeing him in this position. So eager to please, lips red, and pupils so dilated she could only see a ring of green.

Jensen let out a hum as he glanced up at her chest. He liked watching how her chest rose and fell as she breathed. His own pulse quickened. Avery shivered as she let out a pant and drew in a shaky breath.

She came a moment later. Jensen quickly swallowed everything he could. Letting her go from his mouth, he licked and kissed at her tip. He wanted to drink every last drop inside her but he refrained.

Avery brushed Jensen's hair away from his face with her hands. “As much as I love seeing you like that,” She pulled Jensen up to be face to-face with her and ran her hand down his exposed back. “I think I like seeing your face when I'm fucking you better.” She whispered into his lips.

Jensen happily leaned into her lips, wrapping his arms around her neck as she worked his pants open. Avery had to pull away to focus on shoving them down his legs, leaving Jensen to nip and kiss at her neck. With a gasp, he was pushed down onto the seats once he was completely bare as Avery climbed over him.

Avery pressed a few kisses to his chest—particularly where she saw some freckles—with a hand on his shoulder to ground herself. Jensen watched with hooded eyes, licking his bottom lip absentmindedly. He couldn't believe his life. He had someone who loved him so wholly—so deeply.

“I'm gonna assume there's no lube in here?” Avery chuckled softly, a hand on Jensen's thigh as she settled in between his legs.

He coughed a little, embarrassment flooding his chest. He might have forgotten about that. Too distracted. “No, but—uh,” Jensen wasn't sure why he was so flustered. He'd done this with Avery before. “I prepped myself earlier.”

“When was this?” Avery cocked an eyebrow.

Jensen ducked his head, feeling a heat cross his cheeks. “This morning.”

Avery thought so. That was more than twelve hours ago. “It probably helped but… this might hurt a little.” She whispered softly. “I'm gonna prep you best I can, okay?”

The addition of lube would certainly help but she didn't want to completely ruin the mood by getting dressed, making her way into the cabin, trying to find lube, come back, and get undressed. Jensen didn't want to wait either. Why would he? Avery was completely naked—save for the pasties—her freckled chest was heaving, the muscles in her arms were well-defined, and her makeup made her look more ethereal than he already thought she was.

“Take a deep breath,” Avery advised softly. Jensen nodded as he sucked in a breath. She inserted a finger inside him. He made a small noise. It was only a bit painful. He was glad he knew well enough in advance to try and prep himself. “That's a good boy.” She sighed.

Jensen groaned softly after Avery added another finger—only when she felt he was ready for it. “Please, sweetheart, I-I need you.” He whined. The feeling of her fingers stretching him was agonizing. He was desperate and felt more and more desperate as time went on.

Avery shook her head. “Not yet. Be patient.” She continued her work even after he kept whimpering about how much he wanted her dick inside him, not her fingers. She pressed a kiss to Jensen's lips to soothe his whimpers. “It's okay, honey, you'll get what you want.”

Jensen leaned into Avery's kiss, expertly slotting his nose against hers. At this point in their relationship, he could care less about his nose bumping into the bridge of her glasses. His hand maneuvered onto her solid shoulder, the place it seemingly always made its way to.

Avery sighed against his lips. She withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her dick, softly pushing into Jensen. His jaw dropped open in a silent moan, allowing her to nip at his neck. He always thanked whatever was out there for Avery and how she treated him—how she made him feel so much.

“Avery, fuck—”

“Shhhh, relax.” Avery nipped at Jensen's jaw. She liked being rough but not right off the bat. Jensen still needed to adjust to the feeling of her inside him. “More deep breaths for me?”

Jensen whimpered softly, he didn't want to wait longer but nodded. He breathed, adjusting his legs so they wrapped around Avery's waist. Something about it made him feel like she was deeper. “Please.” He couldn't even begin to express how much he needed her. Craved her.

“You sure, honey?” Avery hooked a finger under Jensen's jaw, tilting his head so he looked in her eyes.

He had to resist the urge to whine in response. “Yes–fuck–Avery, I need you to start moving!” Jensen hissed.

“Bossy,” Avery teased playfully. “But I understand.” She knew that if she was in the same situation Jensen was in, she'd be plenty impatient too. Her hips started to jerk at a steady pace. She busied Jensen by pressing their lips together, swallowing down any moan he made with her mouth.

Jensen cupped Avery's cheek with his left hand, face contorted in pleasure. He didn't even realize they were consummating their marriage. Another sign that, hopefully, they would be together in life and in death. In all the amazing and wonderful ways. In all the dark and twisted ways, too.

Really, all Jensen wanted a year ago was a partner. One that would love him a fraction of the amount Avery would. And then he met Avery. And he was pleasantly overwhelmed with her love for him. He didn't even know half the ways he could love someone. Avery taught him new ways. He loved the new practices.

Like this.

He hadn't imagined he would be the one getting fucked in the back of the Impala when it first came under his possession. Avery quickly changed his mind to the point where it was all he could think about for a while.

Avery let out a moan against Jensen's lips, the thrust of her hips faster as she set her palm against the glass behind his head. The car started to shake, making a small creaking noise, each time she drove into Jensen. “I love you.” She looked into his eyes as the words slipped out of her.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Jensen breathed, appreciating the way her lips parted as she stared down at him. Compared to their previous times together, this felt a lot less rushed—even if he was needy—and more soft and sensual.

He never would have thought he would be so in love with someone so much younger than him. But Avery was the woman for him. Her smile made his day better and her laugh brightened it like the sun.

And then there were her choked moans. Jensen could get himself off just listening to those. If she'd let him.

“Fuck!” Jensen hissed as Avery hit his prostate at just the right angle.

“There it is.” Avery smirked. “That feel good?” Her eyes held a teasing glint. She wanted to hear him say it.

Jensen grunted out a “Yes.” He shifted his eyes to her lips. Her red lipstick was still somehow impeccable, the pigment didn't budge at all. But he was acutely aware of the red marks in the shape of her lips on his chest. “Avery, I need–”

“I know, honey.” Avery had begun to get a divine sense regarding Jensen. He needed a little more and then he'd come undone. “Shit… I'm with you.” She knew her orgasm was building just like his. “Just—ah—Just,” She pressed her forehead against Jensen’s, glasses steaming up at the heat from their bodies. She didn't mind. “Cum with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Jensen agreed eagerly. There was so much tension in his body that he just wanted to release.

As if a tidal wave on the shore, it happened all at once. Jensen came first and, not more than a second later, so did Avery. A whimper of Avery's name left his lips, legs shaking as they brought her closer. Avery gasped as she was pulled into Jensen's chest.

Jensen cupped Avery's face as he brought her in for a kiss. She quickly leaned into it. For a little while, they stayed there. Simply enjoying the feel of each other.

Until Avery became aware of the cold night air creeping into the Impala, making the hairs on her arms stand up. “Honey, we need to get inside.” She whispered as Jensen tried to capture her lips again.

“Do we?” He whined softly. “I'm comfortable right here.” Jensen ran a hand down Avery's spine.

Avery rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “You won't be in the morning.” As much as she loved the Impala, she had a feeling sleeping overnight in it wouldn't be good for her back. And an unsuspecting hiker could always catch a glimpse of them in the morning. Avery wanted to keep the look of a thoroughly fucked Jensen to herself.

“Fine.”

averyxcario: after some years, ive finally made it out of the country!!! to paris no less.

Avery hummed as she scrolled on her phone, taking a bite out of her croissant as she and Jensen sat outside the café they got their lunch from. He had a mug full of espresso that looked comically small in his hand.

“You never did tell me how you know French.” Jensen cocked an eyebrow at her. She had ordered their meal in perfect French that could fool anyone into thinking she was a native. If they didn't recognize Jensen as an American immediately.

Avery shrugged, “Four years in high school plus one in college.” She set her phone down. “Plus I had a friend who was learning French too, we would speak together sometimes.”

“Had?”

“He's the one we don't speak with much anymore.” Avery explained as her eyes shifted to the Eiffel Tower in front of them.

It was fairly early in the morning but there were crowds nonetheless. Avery was glad they booked a hotel right outside the tower so they didn't have to go to the park if she wanted to take pictures.

Jensen nodded in understanding. “Ah.”

A few more minutes passed and Avery had finished her croissant as Jensen finished up his espresso. They opted to walk around for a little while.

They didn't exactly have plans, it was their honeymoon, so why would they completely plan it out? Avery wanted to find the cafés locals liked, favorite bars, underrated museums instead of the Louvre, and maybe find a few hole-in-the-wall restaurants. If such a thing existed in Paris. They had to if they existed everywhere else in the world.

Jensen had Avery's hand in his as they walked. He couldn't stop staring at the rings on her finger, conscious of the ring on his own finger.

The rest of the day consisted of exactly what Avery wanted. A bar Jensen had never heard of that had tons of experimental drinks that Avery immediately tried. He wasn't sure how they found it in the first place, the front looked like a normal building in the city but inside was a different story. It was lit lowly, almost entirely in blacklight, and felt more akin to a club than a bar—with all the teens and twenty-year-olds especially. No wonder Avery gravitated towards it.

Jensen didn't complain though. He went for an orange wine instead of the slew of cocktails Avery tried. One of them tasted like mushrooms, apparently. It made her grimace. She hated mushrooms.

When they left the bar, Avery glanced up at the moon. It was full and shined down on the street around them. The street lamps were lit. There were only a few people around. It was late. Probably midnight but neither of them checked. Avery felt like she was in a fairytale. Or a Laufey song.

Jensen wrapped his arm around Avery's shoulder, smiling absentmindedly as they walked back to their hotel.

“You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me.” Avery sang softly, taking his hand to twirl him in her arms.

Jensen laughed softly as he swayed with her. He couldn't care less that they were dancing in the street in the middle of the night. She looked radiant. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. “I’ve never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying. ‘Cause I think I'm falling.” He sang, running his hand up her shoulder.

Avery's buzzed mind couldn't believe she got Jensen to sing one of her favorite songs. To be fair, she had a lot of favorite songs. And her sober mind would be astonished too. “You bewitch me every damn second you're with me.” She breathed.

Jensen swore his heart stopped. He knew those were the lyrics but hit him so much deeper when they came from Avery's mouth. He dipped Avery, causing her to let out a noise of surprise before it was muffled by his kiss.

“Woah.” Avery was stunned, sobered up in an instant.

“Yeah,” Jensen sighed dreamily at his wife. His wife. It set in right then and there. “Woah.”

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upthewitchypunx · 6 months

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Greetings from a brewery next to Lake Tahoe. I can hear screeching Sellar Jays. I've also seen a lot of Ravens on this trip. I don't see a lot of Ravens at home so they always make me happy. Going to see a band I loved when I was 20 play in Reno tonight.

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 9 months

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Seeing Green

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TW: Vomiting, some swearing/name calling and ruining of cars.

NB: I know zilch about cars/motorbikes other than they can go vroom vroom and can be in racing green or radiant red. It's also someone else's job to sort mine out when it goes wrong. I know that others do love them so apologies for the nonsense I spout out.

Plus this sort of grew out of control. It really wasn't meant to be as long as it turned into.

Thank you for reading 😘❤️

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Roy nursed his drink while he watched from the corner of the crowded bar. The conversation layered upon each other lead to a loud cacophony of laughs and indiscernible voices. He had hoped it would drown out his plaguing thoughts. He had been fine. Things had been great. Everything had been a-o-kay but yeah, life hated him and had to take another shot at him.

Ollie had been acting decent recently, more how he was when they had first met. Roy had found he was actually enjoying spending time with the other Arrows as well. Seeing Jason slowly mend burnt bridges with the bats and, with some minor interference/assistance from his 'siblings', had managed to repair the drama between himself and Bruce, Roy had foolishly been encouraged that maybe, just maybe, he might gain a relationship back again with Ollie.

Pah!

What dream had he been living in? He was an idiot. His archer mentor wasn't going to change. The past still remained the past and the emotional bruises from their fights were impossible to navigate. They never faded, just kept being re-hit time and time again. As witnessed by the explosive argument with yet another list of all his flaws that happened hours ago.

Sighing, Roy took another sip of his alcohol free beer before playing with the green bottles label. Slowly pulling the edge away from the cool damp bottle.

Screw Ollie! Roy might be desperate to drown his sorrows and forget everything, but he wasn't going to fall off the wagon because of the man. He didn't deserve it. Roy worked hard to remain sober and not fall back into bad habits. Artie, Biz, Kori and Jay worked their socks off for him to get this far and he wasn't going to ruin the progress for an egoistic self centred righteous billionaire!

Jason, his wonderful, perfect best friend. Comrade in dealing with the duff hand of arsehole parents (and the loss of losing the ones that cared). A fellow broken hero, returned from the 'grave', recovering in their unique and maybe explosive big bangs way. Jason, his brother in arms, who had become a slight (major) food snob since his return as a coping mechanism had created a database of all the best small local micro breweries. Specifically those who did alcohol free drinks that didn't taste like dirty bath water and were enjoyable to drink. All for Roy. Meaning he didn't have to break his sobriety, got a decent tasting drink to still drown his sorrows by crossing the border into Canada from Starling City to escape the obnoxious man.

Wishing that his friends were with him and not off doing Outlaw stuff, Roy settled himself into his seat and continued to watch people morosely. Surrounding himself with noise to stop delving into self destructive thoughts. Breathing in the air that was filled with spilt drinks and hints of sweat and clashing perfumes and colognes he tried to distract himself from his misery. Roy started to make up silly backstories for the hustling and bustling crowds that would have his friends laugh in amusement at the absurd nonsense he was creating.

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Marinette's date had started off fun. Truly. The guy was easy to talk to over messaging. He was polite and courteous when he picked her up. He'd driven her over the border to Canada from Starling City so she could also drink much like she could in France rather than dealing with the US laws. The sights they passed in his beautiful sports car on the way were breathtaking. The restaurant he'd taken to her first was quiet and cosy and the food mouth-wateringly delicious.

It was just now that things seemed to sour. The bar was bustling with life and the drinks flowing nicely, but the appearance of binge drinking was still a cultural shock. It wasn't that the bar was bad per say, in fact it was definitely more than ok to be honest, it held a buzz of life that was almost electric, reminding her a bit of the underground music scene that Luka, Rose, Nino… her friends in general frequented. It was more that currently, her date was trying to convince Marinette that she 'needed' another drink. Frowning at the suddenly pushy man, she crossed her arms and leaned away into the hardwood of the tall chair back.

"I'd prefer water please. I know my limit."

"One more babe. Go on, live a little."

"I'm quite happy not living a little. I think I'm ready to go home now."

"Ya like wine, and I have the perfect idea for you."

Marinette may like wine. Her maman favouring Shaoxing, with her papa preferring Chianti and herself preferring wines from the Loire Valley, she grew up around the drink. She grew up in France, and good wine was standard. To have a date, who had yet to ask for her taste in wine claiming to 'just know' what she likes was insulting.

"Non. I just want to call it a night."

"Alright sugar, I'll go close our tab and we can go."

Her eye twitched as the man got up, Alya and Kagami's encouragement to meet people was rubbish. Their vetting was appalling if they thought this guy was decent. Marinette sighed fiddling with her handbag strap, knowing that this evening was a waste. The nice guy she had been talking to was an act or this man, when drinking, changed.

Drumming her fingers on the slightly sticky table she watched as her date navigated back to where they were sitting with yet more drinks. Not exactly closing the tab as she had hoped.

"Here. I got us a couple of shots of apple sourz to celebrate and you're gonna love this. It's iced wine."

"And you're driving after drinking?!"

"Nah, it's just a shot and I've been on alcohol free beer. Thought I'd let you drink this time."

He smiled in what Marinette guessed was meant to be a charming manner, but it wasn't. Anxiety twisted in her stomach. Marinette was done with this date.

"I'm done drinking. Thank you for the drinks, but can we just go now?"

"But I got you drinks. You have to drink them. I brought them for you."

"But I didn't ask for these. I just wanted water."

"If you don't drink them, you're going to be wasting my money."

"Look, I know my limit. It will end badly if I drink more. Can we leave?"

"We can leave when you've drunk the drinks."

Pursing her lips, Marinette weighed up the situation. The distress she felt hidden beneath her skin was rising. Tingling sensation fizzed across her skin as she quickly ran through her options while trying not to alarm the controlling man. She hated that she hadn't requested this sooner. The whole situation screamed too many red flags and not enough green. That she had found herself in the wrong country alone, with a stranger who basically had her trapped. Her stomach wouldn't not like it, but he had said that he'd take her home.

Damn the allure of a nice car, awe inspiring landscapes, the temptation of decent food and illusion of politeness. Never again! Local coffee shop next time.

Picking up the shot, Marinette necked it and grimaced as the cheap liquor burned down her throat. Grabbing the wine she tried to hide the flavour with the next drink. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sickly sweetness of the wine as her date smiled a knowing grin.

"Knew you would like it. Canadian iced wine. It's amazing isn't it."

"Amazing is one word for it."

"The bar brews its own beer and creates its own iced wine. It's renowned for them. It's the best wine around."

Gulping the overly sweet wine, Marinette gave a strained smile back at the man as her stomach churned.

"I've almost finished. Can we go now?"

"You sure you don't want to dance or something?'

"No. I'm good. It's been a long dat- day. I have to get up early tomorrow so I think leaving now would be best."

"Sure honey. Let me grab your coat and we can go."

Tension finally seeped out of Marinette's shoulders as he turned back into the perfect gentleman, helping her with the coat and guiding her back to his car. The cool night air was refreshing against Marinette's warm cheeks though her stomach churned in discomfort.

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Roy watched what he thought was a date continue to go down hill.

The woman dressed in black with vibrant green piping, Marinette, seemed to get more and more tense with each round of drinks. When the man had got to relieve himself, Roy had slipped over to check if she was ok but the man had come back too quickly. He played it off as Marinette was, Ollie's latest mentee, Roy's maybe sister, Mia's friend and had spotted her and wanted to catch up. It ended with the male bristling and being highly defensive and Marinette cleverly calmed the situation and pleaded with Roy to leave with the cutest kitten eyes with a fake promise to come over to see Mia and him at the weekend. Reluctantly, Roy had left wishing he could do something more.

Marinette seemed to get stiffer and more agitated as the evening went on, her eyes regularly darting to check her watch as if she was desperate for an escape. Roy contemplated interrupting again but he really didn't want to get into a fight, especially since he had been told to back off for now. A fight was also the last thing he needed as well, so he kept an eye on the duo from a distance.

Watching from his seat he observed that the guy seemed to mix his drinks up with getting a shot at the bar and then take an alcohol free beer to the table which confused Roy but hey, not his issue if the loser wanted to drink drive, it did raise concerns about Marinette's safety though. Roy watched Marinette carefully as the man returned to the bar yet again. She was drumming her fingers agitatedly against the table. It was impressive she'd hadn't caused a huge scene and succumbed to her emotions that were littered across her body. He wasn't the detective Dick and Jason were but he could read body language, hell, anyone could read hers with how clearly she wore them. Or well, read what she wanted you too, and everything screamed back off and let me escape.

Roy had seen too many partners erupt into explosive arguments in places like this. It set him on edge so surreptitiously positioned himself to step in if required. The flat look of complete unamusement she shot her date passed over the male like water on a duck's back and he seemed thrilled with the latest round he presented Marinette. Her almost luminescent blue eyes shimmered as despite the alcohol coursing through her gained a calculating look. One he had seen too many times at galas as Bat's and Arrows navigated the shark infected socialite scene. He could only raise an eyebrow as Marinette downed her shot and took a gulp of her wine. Her face shifted into pure shock and disgust. It was clear whatever the wine was, it was not the wine she was expecting. Plus wine and shots?! an ideal combination for drunkenness and a killer hangover tomorrow. Yurgh, this guy was a bigger arse than Ollie! The manipulation of the situation was a car crash waiting to happen. Screw the consequences, everything screamed to Roy that he HAD to step in now. He couldn't let this guy take advantage of a drunk woman, specifically a drunk Marinette that was deliberately manipulated into this situation.

Placing a few bills in the tip jar that he passed, Roy struggled to put on his jacket and went to speak to the pair. In the moments he had turned away they had disappeared. Panicking slightly, Roy skimmed the crowds to spot the duo leaving through the exit. Fighting his way through the crowded room, he stumbled slightly as he made it into the carpark. Glancing around he saw the pair in a sleek electric blue sports car, he could easily see Dick using it when playing Dickie boy Wayne, pulling out onto the road heading south.

Rushing to his bike, Roy pulled his helmet on swiftly and started the machine. Whatever occured next didn't matter, he was going to follow just to make sure nothing bad happened.

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The car was pretty, that's for sure, but it wasn't the smoothest of rides. Each bump or sharp turn sent Marinette's stomach into a twisting mess. It churned, protesting against the unwanted movement.

Focusing on her breathing, Marinette drowned out the drivel, well it may not be drivel and could be interesting, but at the moment it was drivel to Marinette as her date spouted out about the car and his collection and what he wanted. Her stomach was not happy even with her focusing on her breath and trying to settle her uneasy stomach. Marinette just needed to make it over the border and back closer to civilisation, preferably Starling City, but with how she felt, anywhere with a cab would do.

Another 10 long painful minutes later, Marinette was back in the States. If she could, she would have sighed a breath of relief, the queasiness had not abated, in fact with the heat blasting out of the car's vents it was becoming unbearable. Whatever her date was saying was meaningless as she quietly prayed to her kwami friends to hold out a little longer.

She made it another 5 minutes before her date, in spite of being an enthusiastic car lover it did not translate into driving skills, and hit another bump in the road. Marinette's stomach lurched with the car as she felt green and the urge to throw up increased tenfold. Oblivious to the turmoil Marinette was experiencing, her date clicked his fingers in front of her face, drawing her focus away from containing the nauseous feelings.

"Hey! Are you paying any attention to me?!!"

"I don't feel so good…"

"I take you for a nice date. Pay for your meal and drinks. Least you could laugh at my jokes."

"I think I'm going to throw up…"

"You've not paid any attention to my anecdotes. Hey, Babe, look at me when I'm talking."

Fed up with his insistent demands for her attention, Marinette shifted in her seat to face the middle. Her stomach clenched at her movement.

"..."

"What? Babe? Babe, why are you looking green??"

He hit another dip and it was too much and Marinette stopped trying to control her unhappy tummy. She let it out. She wouldn't call it relief, more like karma as she vomited all over him.

He shrieked and the car lurched as he swerved and breaked. The additional moving just added to her urge so she continued getting rid of the additional unwanted alcohol, this time on the middle console. It was everywhere as he shouted to her to stop as he slammed the breaks on further. He continues to scream as Marinette fumbles with the door handle to stumble out.

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Roy caught up quickly with the sports car that had zoomed off. He scrutinised the erratic driving as they crossed over the border and drove towards Star City. He was slightly relieved that at least they were heading in the same direction so he couldn't be accused of stalking… any more than he was.

It was when the car careened in one direction to the next before coming to a sudden stop that he was forever grateful for all the 'hero' training, stunt manoeuvres that he had undergone in his early teens that he was able to react as quickly as he did and not collide with the vehicle. Sliding to a skilled stop he gazed on as Marinette stumbled out of the car looking peaky. One hand rested on her stomach as she bent forward, the other on her knee as she emptied her stomach. Roy couldn't find himself blaming her, his stomach would have protested… (potentially)... With the crazy arse civilian driver (if he hadn't experienced a Titan, Dick, Jay, Biz, Artie or Star driving for their lives).

Her date exited from his side and a slew of insults flew from his mouth putting Roy on edge. He was the shitty driver. He had ploughed Marinette full of drinks, what did he expect? Taking his helmet off cautiously, Roy approached in a way that enabled him to protect the unwell woman from her madman date.

"Hey, you guys ok? That was quite a stop dude? Some creature run across the road or something?"

"That BITCH!"

The man waved his arms in a chaotic and very unstable fashion as he fumed before jestering to his top. Roy raised his eyebrows as he saw the mess on the man's top and snorted in smirking amusement as he rubbed Marinette's back as she stopped heaving and regained some calm.

"Excuse you?!."

"You!!!"

A growl followed as the man narrowed his toxic green eyes at Roy and Marinette and sneered.

"You! From the bar. Knew you wanted her, the floozy doesn't know your sister, does she?! Can't manage to get a girl on your own so you steal another guy's one. Pathetic!"

Roy glared back at the man. He may have started the night not wanting a fight but he was itching for one now. He opened and closed his fists as he felt more than seeing Marinette wobble to a stand now her heaving had stopped.

"Actually! Keep her. She destroyed my baby, the bitch. She ain't worth my time with that disrespect!"

Marinette's date fuming reclimbed into his car and slammed the door and dangerously zoomed off, leaving Roy and Marinette behind. Roy blinked in surprise as he grasped the concept as Marinette let out a harsh laugh. Turning to her she didn't seem too upset about it all.

"Hey, are you ok now?"

"Ha… yeah… maybe… I'm- I'm not feeling nauseous now. And well, I did want to get out of the car. Umm… do you know if taxi's come this far from Starling City?"

"Taxi?"

"Yes… I- I still need to get home… I was hoping to get somewhere closer before I needed to puke. Do you know whether taxis travel this far out? Actually, do you know where we are?!"

"I'm heading back to Starling City. I can give you a lift if you think you can manage a bike?"

Moonlight eyes peered up at Roy, deeply peering into his soul with hesitation as she worried at her bottom lip. He could feel her apprehension in waves.

"I'll let you have my helmet and you can link your phone up to it so you can call a friend to be with them the whole time. I can drop you off near a taxi rank if that helps. I don't have to take you home."

Roy bit back a soft smile as he saw her consider his proposal and brush a stray hair behind her ear.

"Did you want some water to freshen up a bit? It's in a sealed bottle."

Marinette gave him a surprised look but nodded as she cautiously followed him back to his bike. Roy rooted about shifting med packs, emergency clothes and items, snacks until he found his unopened water bottle. He presented to her in gusto to try and make her feel at ease and maybe smile after the evening she'd had. She took it and examined the seal before opening it to wash her mouth out. A few minutes later, she started sipping the water and watched Roy in contemplation.

"Ok. I'll let you take me back. You seem like an okay person, but recent encounters suggest that's meaningless."

"Your date definitely was a douche-kabab, no arguments there."

The small chuckles she gave out brought another smile to Roy's face, especially as she ducked to hide behind her dark fringe.

"How ya feeling now? Feel like you can handle a bike ride?"

"I feel like I could do with a giant nap to be honest and forget tonight ever happened. I don't think I'll be sick again, not that there's anything less to get rid of… um can we wait 10 minutes to see how I feel?"

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The red head, Roy, nods and smiles cheekily at her and Marinette's heart thumps. The moon and stars highlight his own constellations on freckles and sparkling emerald eyes. She was doomed. It's Adrien all over again.

Sitting down on the ground she tries to ignore Roy and the situation by slowly sipping the water. His annoying interference earlier, now plays in a new light. His looks were of concern rather than lechery and he was trying to look out for her. Marinette shivers as her light coat fails to ward off the late night chill. Groaning, she plonks her head in her hands trying not to think of all the disaster choices she's made.

Suddenly something heavy and warm is draped over her shoulders. The smells of leather, cologne and hints of sweat feel her nostrils. Marinette turns her head to stare at Roy from her mournful position.

"You looked cold."

Marinette blinked yet again in surprise. This stranger, on reflection, was being more gentlemanly than the pretence of her date. He seemed more genuinely invested in her welfare than, well, anyone outside her friends in a long time. Sighing, it really wasn't helping her heart or her head.

It wasn't the crash of thunder or flash of lightning dumb struck feeling. It was more the growing feeling of warmth from kinderling that risks growing into roaring flames. How… why…. This wasn't what she signed up for either.

"Thanks Roy."

Shifting, Marinette reluctantly sat up and wrapped his jacket closer as she studied the muscular giant who now sat next to her gazing at the clear sky. Tikki and Plagg… well Plagg had different intentions, regularly told her to trust her gut. Without the distractions, he was an easier read. He definitely had secrets but was being honest, without malicious intent, about wanting to help her. She got secrets, everyone had some, her more than most so brushed them aside as she mentally checked how she felt. With no more feelings of nausea, she slowly stood up.

"Ready."

Quickly in a fluid motion no one his size should have, Roy was standing next to her.

"Ready."

He lead her to his bike, fussing over helmets and jackets arguing on whom should wear what. They compromised with Roy taking his jacket back and Marinette in his helmet before he guided her onto it behind him. Before he could kick the bike into action Marinette pulled on his sleeve and told him her address in a moment of bravery. She felt him nod in understanding as she readjusted to hold on tight, leaning into the firm muscles on his back and breathing in his distinct scent.

The rush of air finally abated as Roy slowed his bike down to a stop in front of her apartment block. Reluctantly she peeled herself off Roys back and fumbled to dismount and remove his helmet. Adrenaline pumped through her system in a way that was reminiscent of flying through Paris. Roy had driving with confidence. He was one with his bike. He knew the machine like it was his baby and it showed. He possesed all the skill her date wished he had.

With flushed cheeks Marinette held out the helmet to the man before her all nervousness disapated on the journey home. As he took the helmet from her hands, their fingers brushed, sparks tingled up her arm as her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Thank you. Seriously. I would have been waiting forever without you there."

"Glad I found you, and you accepted the ride home."

She grinned at him as he ran his hand through his messed up hair. Marinette wish she could run her fingers through it too. In a bold move she, taking the signs at face value, she tiptoed up and pressed her lips to his stubbled cheek before darting back to were she was standing.

"Umm, I am too. Thank you again though. You didn't need to. Err… I'm… tomorrow well.. yeah, err…. If you are about tomorrow, I'm umm… going to be at the coffee shop on 12th at 10.30. Ummm… if you're free, you're welcome to join me. As a thank you. That is."

The dopey smile from earlier was back and the fondness shimmered in his eyes.

"I'd like that. Consider it a replacement date to make up for tonight's catastrophy."

Marinette opened her mouth to say something before closing it again. She tried to surpress the over excited smile that threatened to spill out and growing blush but based on Roy's reaction she was failing.

"I…err… ok. Coffee is a better first date anyway."

She stared into his alluring green eyes seeing them crinkle in agreement, Marinette looked away before she got entrapped further. Playing nervously with her fingers she pointed towards her apartment building.

"I better, umm yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Roy."

Before the slowly decreasing adrenaline, left her system, Marinette, yet again lent towards Roy to give him a la bise this time before running into her apartment. Roy instead followed her and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. His cracked lips froze Marinette in place as he ran a heated hand down her arm.

"Night Marinette. Sweet dreams and make sure you have some water. I promise you I'll see you tomorrow."

Gently he pressed another kiss on her forehead before leaning away and removing his hand. The warmth faded quickly in the nights air. A gust of air sent shivers wracking through her body and Marinette agreed that the glow of her apartment was becoming more appealing as her energy faded and chaos of what happened caught up with her.

Reluctantly she stepped back and whispered a good night to Roy. Slowly she walked towards her entrance. She turned the key and took one last look at Roy as he placed his helmet on to his wild hair hiding his gorgeous green eyes from her sight. Marinette sent a final wave before closing the door and squealed.

Tonight's date was a busy. But tomorrow, that seemed to hold promise.

#meet cute monday #meet cute #or meet ugly #depends on definition #ml x dc #dc x ml #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #roynette #roy x marinette #marinette x roy

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beerselfie · 1 year

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go-bac · 2 years

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GO Lawrence - Bailey's Week 3 Update!

For week 3 our team headed to Lawrence in the morning and began exploring the city. We began by walking to the arts center right by our building and met a wonderful woman who directs the art gallery. She invited us to her upcoming show, and spoke highly of the community of Lawrence and how everyone works together to accomplish the things that their city can benefit from. Talking to her really validated our presence in Lawrence, and made me excited to begin our community work. We continued exploring and saw several outdoor art installations that spoke to the diverse cultural embrace meant within the city. We walked around antique shops and then ended our exploration with a delicious lunch at a Dominican cafe.

For the second half of the day we worked with fabricator Jay Cadwallader on laser scanning the entire space. It was a fun experience- we learned about the process of laser scanning and even got to operate it ourselves. Afterwards, Manola, Beth, Jay and I all went to the local brewery and enjoyed a beer together. It was such a beautiful day!

#week 4 #go lawrence #bailey s #go bac fa22

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jaypea00101010 · 3 months

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More Marks!

Hunter's Mark is a great spell for Rangers, but what if they had more!

Over on my Discord Server, peple voted for what Deity's Domain they wanted next for priest, and Hunt was the winner, giving me the opportunity to try out some design space I've wanted to for a while.

EDIT: These are all now available in JayPea's Spell Compendium on itch, they're also all under CC, so feel free to use them in your games or in your own homebrew!

Ethereal Mark

Hunter's Mark helps you track, so surely these other marks should also help somehow with finding people. First up is ethereal mark, letting you see creatures that turn invisible, or punch and grapple ghosts.

Guiding Mark

Next up is Guiding Mark, this isn't really useful on melee rangers, and damage-wise isn't too much better than ethereal mark, but for ranged rangers, you can now shoot around corners the arrow or bolt magically finding it's mark

Seer's Mark

Lastly we have Seer's Mark, the logical endpoint of hunter's mark, as long as you've seen your mark, for the next day, you can find them wherever they are, or at least know pretty much exactly where they are.

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laresearchette · 13 days

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Sunday, April 14, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: GO! GO! LOSER RANGER! (Disney + Star) BEACON 23 (MGM+) BLUEY: THE SIGN (Disney Junior) 7:00am/(Disney Channel Canada) 7:30am WWE’S MOST WANTED TREASURES (A&E Canada) 8:00pm THE 100TH: BILLY JOEL AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN (Global) 9:00pm 24 IN 24: LAST CHEF STANDING (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm THE SYMPATHIZER (HBO Canada) 9:00pm SECRETS OF THE HELLS ANGELS (A&E Canada) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: 2024 CMT MUSIC AWARDS (CBS Feed) MR BATES VS THE POST OFFICE (PBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CRAVE TV THE SYMPATHIZER (Season 1, Episode 1) MUPPETS FROM SPACE SURF’S UP

GOLF (TSN5) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round - Amen Corner (TSN4) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN3) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round - Featured Groups (TSN3/TSN4) 2:00pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 8:30pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 11:30pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Masters Primetime

CURLING (SN) 10:00am: Grand Slam of Curling: Players' Championship: Women’s Final (SN360) 2:30pm: Grand Slam of Curling: Players' Championship: Men’s Final

2024 IIHF WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN) 1:00pm: Bronze Medal (TSN) 4:30pm: Pre-Game (TSN) 5:00pm: Gold Medal

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Rockies vs. Jays (SN Now) 4:00pm: Cubs vs. Mariners (TSN2/TSN4) 7:00pm: Padres vs. Dodgers

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 1:00pm: Raptors vs. Heat (SN Now) 1:00pm: Bucks vs. Magic (SN1) 3:30pm: Lakers vs. Pelicans (TSN4) 10:00pm: Timberwolves vs. Lakers

MLS SOCCER (TSN2) 2:30pm: Atlanta vs. Philadelphia (TSN2) 4:30pm: St. Louis vs. Austin

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 6:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Chicago (SNWest) 8:00pm: Coyotes vs. Flames

ESCAPE TO THE CHATEAU: DIY (CBC) 7:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Brits run a chateaux in France with help from Dick Strawbridge and his wife, Angel.

BIG BROTHER CANADA (Global) 8:00pm

JUST FOR LAUGHS (CBC) 9:00pm: The legendary Eddie Izzard hosts this gala, featuring Nimesh Patel, Josie Long, Brandon Ash-Mohammed, Ophira Eisenberg and Tom Ballard.

SULLIVAN'S CROSSING (CTV) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Maggie Sullivan returns to the Crossing to find Sully in the hospital, struggling with the feeling that he's forgotten something; Cal Jones is confused when Maggie gives him the cold shoulder, unaware that Lola pocketed his goodbye letter.

INTO THE DARK: I'M JUST F…ING WITH YOU (T&E) 9:00pm: A man and his sister endure a night of increasingly frightening practical jokes during a stay at a secluded motel.

BODY CAM: ON THE SCENE (Investigation Discovery) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): The streets turn deadly when the driver of a stolen vehicle tries to flee; a sheriff's K9 is let loose on its first pursuit; a spree of home invasions leads to a three-day manhunt.

WHEN CALLS THE HEART (Super Channel Heart & Home) 9:00pm: Elizabeth and Allie plan a birthday party for Nathan; Lee and Rosemary weigh business responsibilities against family time; Lucas settles into his role as governor.

PROSPER (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Moses is put into the hospital after a tragic accident, and the family prays for a miracle; Issy confronts Benji about his secret, and Dion and U Star are in hot water with Maddox's latest scandal.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND (History Canada) 10:00pm: While the team uncovers a surprising find on Lot 5, members of the Fellowship arrive in Europe and immediately discover more Templar connections.

BRYAN'S ALL IN (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: After successfully owning and operating three breweries, Rob and Taras want to expand their business to bring more jobs to their local community. With big dreams of creating a Brewer's Village to become a tourist destination and events venue.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND: DRILLING DOWN (History Canada) 11:00pm: Matty Blake heads to Oak Island to dig deep on the scientific method that may solve the Oak Island mystery.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #big brother canada #just for laughs #sullivan's crossing #when calls the heart #prosper #the curse of oak island #bryan's all in #the curse of oak island: drilling down #golf #curling #iihf women's hockey #mlb baseball #nba basketball #mls soccer #nhl hockey

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brookstonalmanac · 1 month

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Beer Events 3.26

Events

1st British Sunday newspaper published (1780)

Johann Ettel patented a Cooler for Beer (1907)

William Frisholm patented a Beer-Tapper (1912)

Kark Schreder patented the Manufacture of Minim Alcohol Beverage (1935)

Thomas Parker patented a Steam Boiler (1935)

Labatt's Brewing's purchase of Toronto Blue Jays approved by MLB (1976)

Labatt Brewing patented a Process of Brewing with an Adjunct of Highly Fermentable Sugar (1985)

Schaerbeek Beer Museum opened (Brussels, Belgium; 1994)

Monteith's Greymouth Brewery re-opened due to public outcry four days after closing (New Zealand; 2001)

Tesco introduced Banana Bread Beer (UK; 2002)

Fuller's announced returning 1845 & Porter to the cask (2003)

Scotland bans smoking in bars and other public places (2006)

Brewery Openings

Koggen Brau-Speicher Gasthaus Brauerei (Germany; 1993)

Kotohira Beer Murasaki (Japan; 1998)

Hopworks Urban Brewery (Oregon; 2008)

#Events

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misledyouth222 · 2 months

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A letter written at 1:30am to a dead lover’s Facebook messager::

Dear Sisqo,

Dear god if anyone ever has your password and sees this, man I’m gonna look like a dipshit 😂

I had this whole notes app thing written out, and had planned on sharing it with fucking DMX of all ppl soon, but somehow in my perpetual idiocy deleted literally every note from my phone🫠 v like me.

You called me….god I think I’m 2019? I was at my husbands fam lake house (his name is Mark Hoppus and you’d definitely pick him over me if this was high school), and for a second I was going to answer it and run outside to see what was up, if everything was okay, etc. but my brain got the best of me and I sent you to vm, and you left me the nicest message of how I had just crossed your mind, and you wanted to call to see how I was doing. I brushed it off like nothing bc tbh I expected to be in ~crappy home town~ any time then, and figured I’d see you at ~*dumb brewery*~

I goddamn wish I had picked up the phone. Idk what was going on, or why you called, but that was my unknown last opportunity to talk to you. To may have a good heart to heart. To be a fucking adult and tell you how shitty of a person I was, and how I regretted forever how I was to you, and how selfish I was that I hoped that it was all in the past and you forgave me or some shit.

My ~anonymous family member~ texted me the day it happened. He works at the *made up job like pizza delivery*, which I think you knew bc you had kept up with him kind of. I cried. I fucking bawled like a bitch. And then felt awful bc I felt that I didn’t deserve to have feelings, bc of the shite teenager I was. But I was torn up. I am torn up. Fuck me man, like I found my fucking live journal of all goddamn things, and even things you told me when we were broken up and barely were friends, you were literally one of the best friends I ever fucking had. And I threw that shit away like fucking garbage bc I was a selfish, no good, self centered bitch.

I didn’t go to your memorial at your house. I wanted to. I basically had gotten ready to leave, and backed out. I honestly didn’t know if I’d be welcome. I know that your family didn’t like me literally at all when we finally broke up (obviously for good reason), and I am a perpetual chicken and didn’t go.

Did you know this is how me, and Jay-Z, and DMX reconnected?! I hadn’t talked to Jay-Z in like, fuck 15 years! And DMX as you know basically hides in the darkness of all social media, so I literally hadn’t seen or talked to him since….fuck. 2013. I think I saw you more recently than DMX. I still haven’t gotten up with him bc life, schedules, whatnot. I mean to get up and fall into misledyouth222- land and just falls to the wayside. As you’re familiar.

I had planned on going to your memorial service. I told Jay-Z and DMX they had to go with me. But —- I felt like I shouldn’t. I still didn’t know if I should bc idk how your fam would take seeing this fucking ghost from the past, and I didn’t think it was the time or place. jay-z understood, as he does.

That morning, I went a show at ~*~crappy dive bar in a new crappy hometown~*~, an acoustic set by && lead singer of Americana band&&. I think you’d have liked them, alt country but damn he has a way with words. He was performing his new album before it was released, playing the songs for ppl for the first time. One of the songs was about a friend he had from high school, whom he had lost. When I tell you that I literally broke down in a goddamn dive bar at 1130 in the morning.

Sisqo. You were one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I definitely took you for granted, and I know that now in my (somewhat) wiser age. You were a friend, good person for life, and I fucked that up supremely. I loved you to death, Sisqo. I did. I was a selfish asshole who deserved the dumb poem you wrote and posted on deviant art that I found sophomore year of college bc I was a goddamn weirdo who googled that and literally, deserved every goddam mean thing you said about me. I hope that somewhere down the line, you forgave me.

The last time I saw you, I was sitting at ~*dumb brewery*~ by myself, trying to hook up with another ex from high school bc I was in a newly single (from that asshole you met with the giant head that I almost married but thank god I didn’t bc he may have been the karma I deserved from being such a fucking dumbass for so long) - I was sitting at the bar, alone, and every time you walked by, you made sure I was okay, gave me your dumb big grin, and when I left you told me to be careful, have fun. I gave you a huge hug. I think we ended things finally on an okay note, kid.

There will always be a little Sisqo-sized hole in my heart for you. You were the nicest, sweetest, most patient person I had ever met. You know the shit I went through with other relationships, and you were always there for me. I’ll love you forever.

Also - Im definitely going to use this as a frame of reference when I finally get up with DMX, bc I had started to talk to him about it via text, and you know him, phone advert, said my nervous breakdown was better suited for in person. 😂 and my idiot self deleted my notes app apology. So this rambling bullshit has to do.

Love you, kid ♥️

*names && locations changed to protect the guilty.

#poppunkpizzaparty #facebook messenger #millennial mid life crisis #where’s Sisqo #rip dmx #I wish I was married to mark hoppus

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