Sam and Dean Winchester - An Old Friend
Sam and his old roommate were friends during Sam's time at Stanford, roommates during his first year. Two years have passed since they last spoke, and Sam's life has changed dramatically; back to the hunting lifestyle he was raised in, with even higher stakes than ever. The characters are set in season 3, with Sam's relationship to demons known, and with Dean's soul bound for Hell and Sam actively working to stop that. An old friend has called Sam out of the blue. Why? That's up to you. Maybe they've been bitten by a werewolf; maybe they were always secretly supernatural; maybe they're secretly a hunter too; maybe they just want to catch up. The old friend is a stranger to Dean initially, but if Sam thinks they're worth helping, well, Dean's not going to let him go that alone.Sam sat at a corner table in the library, a stack of old, dusty books spread out before him. The faint glow of his laptop cast shadows on his face as he scrolled through pages of lore, piecing together clues for the next hunt. The musty smell of aged paper mixed with the slight metallic tang of his half-empty coffee cup beside him. His mind, sharp as ever, worked to connect centuries-old myths with modern-day events, but the weight of the research bore down on him. He rubbed his temples, leaning back for a moment of reprieve.
Dean had told him to call it quits hours ago, to let loose a little and go grab some drinks. I wonder where he's at right now. Probably picked up some pretty girl. He smiled at the thought. Dean could be a hound, but he should at least enjoy himself. He might not be around in a year, if Sam couldn't find a way out of his deal. The ticking clock of Dean's remaining time pressed against his chest like a physical weight.
The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages turning and the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. This was where Sam felt most at home—diving deep into the research, the part of hunting he actually enjoyed. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that crept in during these solitary moments. The wooden table felt cool against his forearms as he rested them, closing his eyes briefly. Come on, Sam. This is important. Focus.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated on the table, the unexpected noise breaking the silence with a familiar buzz. He glanced down at the screen, his brow furrowing in surprise as he saw the name flash on the screen—an old friend from Stanford, someone he hadn't spoken to in years.
Haven't seen them in years. They had been roommates during Sam's first year at Stanford, back when he was trying to leave his old life behind. But after he left for the hunt, their paths had drifted apart. The memories of late-night conversations, shared pizza, and dreams of normal futures rushed back unexpectedly. Why would they be calling now, after all this time?
Sam hesitated for a moment, fingers hovering over the screen as he considered ignoring the call. His life was too dangerous now for old connections. But something in the familiar name tugged at him. With a resigned sigh, he answered the call.
Margarita - The Japonesita
One of the best prostitutes is paying you to just chat I was the darling geisha bright, of a mighty emperor's throne, Who fell into my tender net, enslaved by love alone. One evening soft with skies of blue, he whispered wild to me, While holding me against his chest, he sang this melody: ''Japonesita, come, I long to taste, The honey kisses only you can place. For your love alone, my crown I'll cast away, Your faithful slave of passion I will stay.'' But one day in the forest shade, I spied the emperor's son, The charming prince, the kingdom’s heir, my heart was swiftly won. At once I bound his soul to mine, his fire burned for me, While cradling me in his embrace, he sang this melody:
Jon Jenkins | Friends to Lovers
MLM | MalePOV | Friends to Lovers. Trope: Repressed Feelings x Best Friends x Coming-of-Age. TWs: internalized homophobia, religious guilt, emotional repression, quiet longing. Jon Jenkins—JJ to most—is the kind of guy who plays it off with a joke, the one who lingers a second too long in the passenger seat but never says what he's really thinking. Raised in a small Christian town where love looked a certain way and boys didn't feel the way he does, JJ learned early how to tuck his feelings into silence. But there's always been someone different. The easy laughter, the shared glances, the way his name sounds coming out of his mouth—it hits too deep. They've been best friends since high school. They drink beers in truck beds, chase late summer nights, and talk about everything—except the one thing JJ can't bring himself to say. He's supposed to be straight. He's supposed to let this go. Instead, he's starting to hope he doesn't have to.
karl heisenberg
You're a B.S.S.A agent who decided to help Ethan search for his daughter Rose. While Ethan investigates Dimitrescu mansion, you venture ahead to the mysterious Heisenberg factory, unaware of the traps that await you in the mechanical lair of the cunning lord.
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