assorted kitchen

Reasons to be happy today:

  • The Waynes are the world’s most competitive family, and they bet on everything. Literally everything. The average bet is low– it’s really the same thirty bucks in singles changing hands– but there are no limits to what those kids will do for $3 and Honor
  • “I bet you can’t eat this pie in one sitting” “I bet you don’t know all the lyrics” “I bet I can make Bruce quote the History of Japan video at a board meeting” “No way” “Watch me” (Tim won with the line “how ‘bout I do anyway,” which Bruce didn’t know was a quote, having heard it from Tim and Stephanie, not the video.)
  • Alfred plays with them. Bruce plays sometimes, but his participation causes Bet Inflation, because he wagers higher-than-appropriate sums. The children are no longer allowed to bet in the kitchen after assorted food-poisoning related incidents.
  • Every time Tim gets a new safehouse, Damian has food delivered to the address, just to prove he knows where it is.
  • “Hi are you Red Robin?” “Yeah” “I have your pizza” “Damian for the love of god I was on stakeout” Bruce won’t interfere because Damian claims he’s just being nice and buying Tim dinner
  • A well-circulated highlight reel of the Wayne family in front of the press, including three eye rolls, five camera stares, two counts of exasperated eye contact, assorted bickering, the time Dick drained an entire wineglass in response to a political speech, and the time Tim and Damian started arguing– and Bruce handed a very smug Cass a one hundred dollar bill in the background. 

Yoongi walked with his hands full of grocery bags as you followed next to him, twiddling your thumbs. You could already see your roommate scolding you for not grabbing one of the bags out of his hand and holding his hand in yours, but you also remembered all the times you had tried to reach for his hand tonight and been rejected. The silence became unbearable as the two of you continued to walk side-by-side.

So you live in that house? You asked suddenly and Yoongi tilted his head a little before nodding.

Yea, me and six other guys. He murmured and your eyes went wide. Trying to think of seven people living in that house just seemed to be too many people, you thought back and shook your head.

Sometime my roommate is annoying and unbearable. I don’t know how I would function with six other people! You exclaimed with a laugh and Yoongi smiled. He loved seeing your smile, it was like the sun shining through your eyes as they glittered and you beamed with happiness. What are they like? Do they ever get on your nerves? You started to ask and Yoongi looked over at the house. He could see their faces glancing through the windows as they tried to casually stalk the two of you. Shaking his head, then looking at your apartment building, his cheeks turned pink.

Well I’ll tell you more, but do you mind doing this at your place? He asked and your cheeks flushed as you nodded a little too quickly in response.

Yea! … I mean, sure. It’s cool. You tried to cover up your excitement as you opened the front door for Yoongi to walk into the building. He smiled over at the house with a taunting look before disappearing into the apartment complex with you. As the two of you piled into the empty elevator, you tried to keep your cool. Uhm, so about your roommates? You tried to fill the silent air and Yoongi laughed.

They’re good guys, just an interesting bunch to say the least. He mumbled and you looked over, tilting your head a little. He looked at you and saw your shining eyes, he wished he could get lost. You aren’t going to let me just stop at that huh? He asked and you smiled widely, shaking your head teasingly and he laughed.

Well, we don’t always see eye to eye, that’s for sure. The six of us have known each other since we were kids, our parents all were connected. He explained and you listened happily. The two of you getting off on the 6th floor to walk down the hallway to your apartment.

Apartment 66 on the 6th floor? He asked and you nodded your head, not seeing what he was trying to say. Isn’t that a little … demonic? He asked and you shrugged.

If you’re asking if I’ve met any ghosts since I’ve lived here, that’s a firm no. You responded with a laugh, opening the door. Yoongi walked in. The gentle smell of lavender filled his nostrils, which was much different than the usual musky testosterone scent that lingered in his house. There were little pictures stuck on the wall with pastel colored tape, and the two story apartment was spacious enough to allow you and your roommate to breathe. The kitchen sat right next to the front door, and a doorway with your initials, stood next to it. Yoongi smiled, it was playful and welcoming, it was just the home he thought you would have for yourself.

You placed the assorted bags in the kitchen, and began unloading them. Yoongi walked up behind you and pushed you out of the kitchen.

Yah! What are you doing? You asked as he continued to shove you out of the small area.

I said I was making dinner. So you just relax. He mumbled and you blushed.

Oh really? You sat down on a stool at your kitchen counter. So this means, I get to ask you more questions! You exclaimed and Yoongi laughed melodically as you started rapid fire questioning. So what are their names?

My roommates? Yoongi looked through the bags of groceries. Jin hyung, Hobi, Namjoon, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. He rattled off and you sat back.

Tell me something about each one of them. You countered and he sighed.

Jin is the oldest, he likes to tell me what I’m doing wrong. Hobi, he’s happy, all the time. Namjoon thinks he knows everything, but is just a klutz. Jimin is always getting up in my face over everything. Tae, he’s kind of like Hobi, but he’s louder. And Jungkook is the youngest, but he pretends he’s older. Really, they all think of themselves as gods. He mumbled the last bit and you laughed a little.

So they all have god complexes? You asked jokingly and Yoongi nodded with a chuckle.

Yea, that’s what they got, something like that. He said in a laughing manner and went back to the groceries.

I’m going to really quickly check to see if my roommate’s around, feel free to call for me if you need help, sometimes our appliances can get a little fidgety. You murmured before walking towards the stairs. Yoongi looked behind him and laughed. He shook his head, knowing all too well that he wouldn’t be using the appliances at all and felt his hands heat up a little. Grabbing a pan, he began mixing the ingredients and then heating the metal with his palms. He smiled as the smell of cooked food filled the air.

The guys all sat at the house, in the various chairs and couches that were strewn about the first floor. All of them seemed to stare at Jimin, who sat silently on a chair of his own.

Can you sense anything? Jin asked as Jimin continued to stare at an empty piece of air.

It’s really hard for me to sense anything when he’s not right in front of me. Jimin tsked and threw his hands in the air. Jimin, being the son of Eros, had the ability to sense emotions. He could tell if anyone’s heart was fluttering, or if they hated someone. But as people got further and further from him, he couldn’t hone in on their emotions. There are too many obstacles in between me and Yoongi for me to sense what he’s feeling. Jimin reiterated before sighing and resting his head back. It was tiring for any of them to use their powers, but especially for Jimin, he didn’t have the best control of his abilities just yet, so he found it difficult to stay focused on one person for too long.

Namjoon stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over to Jimin. It’s okay, you can try better next time. He said as he lightly touched the demigod’s shoulder. The six of them continued to murmur about what Yoongi could possibly be doing or feeling, all of them wondering if his immortality was at stake.

Yoongi sat on a stool at your kitchen counter watching you move gracefully throughout the kitchen, you had insisted on cleaning up after dinner. Yoongi sat there, wanting to just help out as much as he could, as he watched you struggle to get some of the grease off of a pan.

You know, I can help. He murmured and you shook your head vehemently.

It was always a rule in my house, whoever makes dinner gets to rest while the others clean. You responded back like a little soldier. Yoongi found it both adorable and laughable that you were so adamant.

Alright, well tell me about your roommate, since you asked so much about mine. He murmured and you looked over at him.

She’s great! Keeps to herself for the most part, but we’ve been friends since we’ve started school and she just gets me. You said openly. Your roommate was one of your best friends and able to talk to you about anything. She was the reason you hadn’t completely lost your marbles just yet. But she is incredibly school driven, so she keeps to herself a lot. You murmured, looking over at the staircase. Yoongi looked over his shoulder towards the staircase and shook his head.

Well, just give her time. He responded and you nodded. Finishing up the last of the cleaning, you smiled.

So do you want to watch a movie or something? You asked happily and Yoongi reached in his pocket for his phone. The buzzing got louder as he pulled the phone out of his pocket. He looked at it, then widened his eyes and looked up at you.

Uhm, I’d love to, but I gotta go. Hey, how about you come over to the house tomorrow? Maybe around noon? He asked and quickly started to run out of the apartment, grabbing his things in a hurry. You watched him leave and felt your heart sink into your stomach. Walking over to the couch, you plopped down and turned on the television. Living in an apartment with a workaholic was boring and now the ray of sunshine just ran out the door.

Yoongi answered the phone as he got into the elevator.

Dad? Yoongi called out into the receiver.

Meet me at the Gates. Now. A voice growled through the phone and then the line went dead.

Wet (Part 2)

Pairing: Michael + Reader
Requested: YES!! Read request guidelines here, and request here!
Summary: What happens with the unresolved feelings between Mikey and Y/N after her threesome with Malum
Word Count: 3073
Rating: M
A/N: 30 requests for a part 2 later, and here it is! - Grace

Part 1

You sigh and roll over, tangling your almost naked body in your sheets, the first few notes of Halo by Lewis Watson filling the room, lulling you slowly out of your sleep. You turn it off, sighing slightly and getting up, it’s much earlier than you had planned to wake up, being your day off and all, but maybe forgetting to turn off your alarm could have it’s benefits. You went through the possibilities for what you could do with a few extra days, shedding your pajamas and stepping into the shower. I could watch a few episodes of something on netflix You think, I could clean my room, it could probably use it. Your mind fills with the possibilities, finally settling on the idea of making pancakes for yourself and Mia, your roommate and best friend.

Minutes later, you’ve gotten out of the shower, and you have a leg propped up on your bed as you dry it off,looking over at your dresser and trying to decide what to wear. As usual, no matter how many clothes you own, nothing seems to appeal to you. In fact, the only pieces of clothing that did appeal to you didn’t belong to you; they belonged to Michael. A pair of boxers and a band tee, the clothes you had worn home after having a threesome with him and Calum, now nearly a week ago. They were already washed and folded, ready to be returned, not that you thought he wanted them returned, or that you actually planned to return them. Of course you had washed them with that idea, but Mia told you that it was pointless to do so, that they were destined to be casualties of a one-night stand.

They were, however, very comfortable, and in the event that you decided to actually return them, they could always be washed again. And with that reasoning, you slipped them on, tiptoeing past Mia’s room and to the kitchen.

You put on some music, dancing around as you set up all the materials to make pancakes; getting a bowl, a pan, a whisk, leaning down to get the butter out of the fridge and standing on your tiptoes to get the pancake mix out of the top drawer, the music playing so loud that you just barely noticed the sound of a knock on the door. Not completely sure if you had actually heard something, you turned your music almost completely down to listen, and sure enough, less than another minute later, came the sound of another knock on the door.

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Certain Mistake (Joker X Reader) Part 3

I’m not a doctor nor have I had a child so I’m basing my info off of movies lmao, I don’t know how I feel about this so you guys have to tell me if you like it or not


Only a few days stood between you and having this wonderful child. Exhaustion was clawing at your body all the time, so you were ready to finally hold the baby gently in your arms rather then in your belly. The cravings had stopped altogether and hunger was never really a problem anymore.

“You haven’t eaten all day,” J asked concerned, picking up the full plate of food he had placed in front of you almost thirty minutes ago.

“I just don’t want to eat, that’s all, I’m fine I swear,” you persuaded him, but he just forced a light smile and cleaned the dish. He then helped you up and basically carried you to the bed where he tucked you in, placing a delicate kiss on your belly then your lips.

“Goodnight Doll, I can’t wait for this family to start,” He smiled and walked back out to finish some overdue work and some late night cleaning.
The sun pierced through a slit in the curtains, causing your peaceful sleep to end early. You rolled to the other side to avoid the bright beams, but to your surprise your hand hit empty sheets. Confused, you opened your eyes to a small note that had been placed on the night stand.
It read:

Had some emergency work, be home as soon as I can. Ready for this, any day now, hang in there. Frost is outside if you need him.
~Love J
(p.s I left you some breakfast, please eat dear.)

You wished he was here but the cute note made a smile appear. You found the slightest bit of strength to pull yourself out of bed, just barely. You stumbled around, using the walls to support what you couldn’t, slowly making your way to the kitchen. An assortment of food was placed all organized across the table, but you had no intention of eating, hunger just wasn’t something you obtained. Turning away towards the couch you felt something weird. A colorless liquid drained onto the floor. Panic submerged your mind.

“Frost! Help!” You screamed shakily. Quickly, the favorite henchman appeared.

“Oh shit uh, get in my car, i’ll drive you to the hospital. I’ll call the boss, don’t worry I got you,” He tried to state calmly but fear cracked his voice, he obviously wasn’t too sure on what to do.

Arriving at the hospital, Frost cautiously carried you under his arm into the lobby of the Emergency Room. Nurses rushed to your side as you screamed in agonizing pain, placing you on a stretcher and wheeling you off. One lady interrogated you with questions about your name and how bad the contractions were while another asked you to breathe a certain way. You were placed in a small, cold room as doctors poured in trying to help. They hooked your limp body up to complex machines as you just lied there, begging for the aching to end. Moments later, the infamous criminal you loved so dearly burst through the door. Nurses yelled, terrified, wondering why the dangerous man was here.

“I’m the dad, calm down.” He snarled at the petrified administration. They glanced at you with a weird look, as if they were confused why you were with the Joker, let alone having a child with him. It didn’t bother you, they didn’t understand or realize there was a kind side to the insane man.

Hours had passed, you gripped J’s hand as he sat beside your bed, watching you become more and more exhausted.

“We have to do a C section, get her into the next room, and call for extra anesthesia,” the main doctor commanded, causing his helpers to scatter. J tried to follow but was stopped.

“I’m sorry sir you can’t be in the operating room, you can wait out here and I’ll call you in when we’re done,” the stern doctor said to J, who didn’t take it well.

“I’m going in there. I want to be with my god damn lady while she has our child.” He growled, unhappy with being told orders.

“Hun, please just stay out here, I don’t want problems, I’ll be out in a bit, I promise,” You smiled trying to fix the situation before it became a heated argument. J just sighed and nodded, taking defeat against you. Anesthesia had kicked in as they sliced open your fragile skin, exposing your internal organs. Your tired mind couldn’t fight the medicine anymore and you passed out.

You traveled in and out of consciousness, hearing the concerned words of the professionals.

“She’s losing too much blood, this isn’t right, we have to figure out a way to stop it,” one said with urgency. “Someone go inform the father before all hell breaks loose,” another one suggested. J was in the room within seconds, taking a seat by your side, hugging you gently. Doctors rushed around, almost in a panic, successfully retrieving the young child as quickly as they could but also needing to stitch you up as blood poured from your deep wound.

“It’s a girl,” a nurse said, removing the baby and taking it into the other room to wash off the red liquid.

“Hang in there doll, our little girl is finally here,” J whispered into your ear, but you were still knocked out cold, giving him no response. Suddenly one of the machines started blaring noises, indicating no pulse was being found. A man rushed to you with a defibrillator, placing it on your chest, sending shockwaves throughout your body. After several attempts, you were brought back to life.

“Shit (y/n), you scared me, you’ll be okay darlin,” You heard J continue to talk to you, saying sweet things next to the hospital bed.

An hour or so had passed and the gash in your lower torso had been stitched up. You just laid on the mattress, asleep, while a doctor pulled J outside the room.

“She’s very weak. She obviously hasn’t been getting enough nutrients and isn’t very stable. We will keep her for at least another day and you’re welcome to stay, but I can’t promise anything with her.” He stated professionally to the dangerous man.

“Ok, thanks.” J replied, wanting to lash out and threaten that the man swear you’ll make it, but he knew he couldn’t. He sat in by you, just talking. Your eyes stayed closed, but you knew he was there. He refused to leave you, for fear of losing the one he dare not say he loved, but truly cared deeply for. The baby was in the nursery being taken care of until you awakened and were healthy enough to leave. Suddenly a familiar sound rang through the room, causing J’s heart to plummet. You didn’t have a pulse.

“No no no, nurse! Help!” He called out, and soon they arrived, grabbing the defibrillator once again, placing the cold metal plates against your thin gown. Everyone watched your limp body shutter with every attempt. Tears swelled in J’s eyes, he held the bed frame until his knuckles turned white, waiting for a positive response.

“Don’t do this, you promised!” He yelled at your lifeless body before breaking down, but after many tries, this time it didn’t work. In your mind everything was dark, images of your past would occasionally appear but fade away quickly. J continued to cry, promising to take care of the baby and do everything he can to keep her forever safe. Memories flourished as your organs gave out and your last breath left your body, peacefully.


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Welcome to the magical Disney Castle!

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  • Includes 5 minifigures: Mickey Mouse with a tuxedo, Minnie Mouse with red dress, Donald Duck with classic outfit, Daisy Duck with pink skirt, lavender colored shoes and a bow, and Tinker Bell with wig element, skirt, wings and a magic wand.
  • The Disney Castle features a detailed facade with a stone bridge, clock, wide arched entrance, ornate balconies, spired towers, plus a four-story main building and a five-story, golden-spired main tower, both containing rooms with assorted Disney-inspired features and elements.
  • Castle main building first floor features the main hall with large arched doorway, mosaic floor tiling, ornate chandelier, suits of armor, shield-decorated walls, grandfather clock, floor-standing vase with buildable flower elements, magic carpet and a golden lamp.
  • Castle main building second-floor room features buildable dark-blue curtains with curtain pole, ornate buildable candelabra and rose, and glass case elements.
  • Castle main building third-floor room features a chest with book of spells, mop and bucket elements, and access to the main tower second-floor room.
  • Castle main building fourth-floor bedroom features a detailed bed with decorative golden headboard elements.
  • Main tower first-floor kitchen features a large redbrick-patterned stove, workbench, buildable broom and pumpkin, plus pots, pans and assorted kitchen and food elements.
  • Main tower second-floor room includes a spinning wheel and access to the castle main building third-floor room.
  • Main tower third-floor room features a chest containing brush, scissor and lock of black hair elements, plus a balcony with 2 stud shooters for a firework-display function.
  • Main tower fourth-floor room features a golden mirror, plus red apple and glass vase elements.
  • Main tower fifth-floor room features a window bench and an arched window.
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With all the different rooms and so many Disney Princess Minifigures missing, do you think there might be a second Disney Minifigure series on it’s way for January 2017?

anonymous asked:

Happy headcanon for TJ? (I'm on mobile, so I can't do the symbol)

I love TJ to pieces and I’m so happy you sent me this, anon! <3
Happy ficlet, TJ Hammond:

The new apartment is smaller than his previous one, older… but in a good way. Homey. Like each wall and corner has a story to tell. It’s got narrow stairwells and just two rooms and the windows are wide enough to give his security personnel a permanent headache, but TJ loves it.

Definitely an improvement from the aseptic, cold, bad memory-ridden place he used to live at. A shiver runs down his spine; he doesn’t want to think about that now. Not here, with the floors smiling at him and the sun sneaking in through the window to become friends with his cheek. Shaking off those gloomy thoughts he turns one last time, decides the walls welcome him here, and goes to tell the men that they can start bringing his things upstairs.


The people here are welcoming, too.

There’s a lovely old lady living 2 floors below that every other day bakes cookies for her grandchildren. The smell climbs up the stairs and fills TJ’s apartment, makes him crave sweet things. Makes him hungry even, so he starts to keep a stash of candy and assorted sweets on the kitchen counter, easily accessible.

Then TJ helps her carry her groceries upstairs one day, and that’s all it takes to unlock the endless supply of freshly baked cookies option.

The guy living across the hall plays the guitar. TJ hasn’t seen him yet, but he knows he’s getting cookies too, so he must be a nice enough person. He plays rock classics and love songs and has a beautiful voice, and TJ often finds himself singing along.


He wasn’t planning on getting a cat.

If he had actually stopped to think about it he probably would’ve concluded that he’s not ready to take care of another living thing, not when he’s still trying to remember to eat and struggling to stay healthy.

But it keeps showing up on his fire escape, looking at him through sad, hungry eyes, and TJ isn’t heartless.

He’s been feeding it for 4 days when the little furrball dares to step inside, seeking shelter from the rain. A week after that it—he—stops leaving altogether. TJ bathes him and takes him to the vet and then asks his sponsor if he wants to keep him. Because he’s not ready to own a cat. He’s not.

Only Mike apparently thinks he is, tells him it’s probably a good thing, that it might even help with his recovery. And TJ isn’t sure how much of it is simply him not being a cat person, but he looks up at the kitten, rubbing himself against a piano leg, and decides that maybe it isn’t such a bad idea.

It’s grey, save for a small white patch on its nose, and likes to nap on his lap when he plays. TJ names him Schubert.


He knows his family isn’t thrilled about the new place. Or maybe it’s not so much the new place, but the fact that he now lives 6 hours away. But then Douglas comes to visit, and TJ can just see it in his face: the surprise, the relief. Maybe a hint of pride, even.

TJ can’t blame him for being skeptical, doesn’t. Doug’s been judging from past experience, plenty of it at that, but he finds food in his fridge, finds him healthy and happy amidst piano notes and friendly neighbors, taking care of a kitten and various plants and enjoying his work at the youth center, and smiles.

And it makes TJ smile, too. Proud of himself. Which is a new and exhilarating feeling and it leaves TJ breathless, in a good way. Wonder, bubbling in his chest. He really does love it here.


His name is Colin.

TJ finally runs into him after 3 weeks of living there. He offers him his hand to shake and greets him with an “Ah! The pianist!” and a wide smile. Honest, warm. Like sunshine, TJ thinks.

He starts getting song requests after that, yelled from across the hall in a happy, undemanding tone, whenever Colin hears him play. TJ is more than eager to comply, laughs and blushes every single time at all the cheering and clapping that follows, and then starts asking him for songs in return.

He puts Star Wars on one night. Colin hears the music and comes over and they end up sprawled on the couch reciting their favorite lines. They do the same with The Lord of The Rings after that. And then with Harry Potter. And then with Marvel.

When TJ has to leave for a weekend to go to one of his mother’s events, Colin offers to look after Schubert.

When he comes back, tired after two days of fake smiles and expensive clothing and maintaining appearances, Colin puts on a movie and orders pizza without even having to ask if that’s what TJ needs, just knowing.

TJ tells him about his family, then. About his life and past mistakes, because he can’t help feeling a bit more self-destructive than usual after these things, and he still hasn’t figured out if Colin knows, if he cares. Hasn’t figured out what it is that he wants from him.

“You’re TJ,” Colin says. “You’re my neighbor. You play the piano like someone out of a movie and have an adorable cat and the most striking pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. You love reading and sweets, and listen to my rambling when I get excited. You have a beautiful voice, when you sing. You should sing more.”

And that’s all he says.

He smiles at him and tells him good night and pets Schubert before leaving. TJ is still struggling to keep his heartbeat under control.

And then he realizes that maybe, maybe, he doesn’t have to.

He rushes out of the door so fast that Colin has barely had time to open his. Staring at him with worry in his eyes, he asks: “Everything alright?”

TJ nods. Yes, he thinks so. Yes.

“Do you… It’s ok if you don’t, but—Do you wanna go out for coffee? Sometime?”

Colin blinks at him once, twice. And just as TJ’s hands are starting to feel cold, he beams at him.

“Like a date?” he asks.

TJ smiles too, can’t help it. Doesn’t want to. “Yes.”

“Yeah,” Colin says. “Yes, I’d like that.”

Send me a symbol and a ship and I’ll write you a headcanon ficlet.

ps: I’m going to be at my family’s place for a couple weeks starting tomorrow, so all other prompts will have to wait (I will get to them, though!), but you’re still welcome to send me more <3

The Motel (Supernatural Reader Insert)

just a little fic I thought I’d post while I’m finishing up the other to star lord fics… enjoy!!———————————————————————————————————

Your P.O.V

The night was heavy, almost completely pitch black on the road you were on. No buildings, no signs, no form of any light. 2:47 am. You’d been driving all night to get to your next destination in Washington and there was still a hell of a long way to go.

Sleep was slowly consuming you, causing your eyelids to grow heavy. All you wanted was a nice, warm bed, not the backseat of an Impala. And you weren’t the only one. Dean was swerving dangerously on the road and Sam was drifting in and out of slumber. It wasn’t until you almost came into a full on collision with a delivery truck that you all decided it was probably best to stop for the night.

The motel you’d personally chosen was one that didn’t look sketchy as hell and completely ridden with diseases. Upon entering the manager’s beaten down, metal shack, the man himself was a stranger character. He was a tall, lanky man with stringy wisps of brown hair. Skin all-wrinkled and browned in weird areas, his teeth were in serious need of some dental work. His cream-colored dress shirt was stained near the collar with something that looked like barbeque sauce? Probably wasn’t, but you didn’t care. It. Was. Bedtime.

“Well, kids, we’ve only got one room left and-” he started, talking so slow that a turtle could probably walk across the country before he finished a sentence.

“Oh my God, just give it to us!” you bursted. The fact that you weren’t in dreamland right now made you insanely cranky. The manager grinned creepily and looked you up and down, licking his dry, cracked lips. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder uneasily.

“Ooh, you’re a spunky little one, aren’t ya? I got a room back here if you’d like,” he practically moaned, gesturing behind his desk. You moved to swing at the disgusting little rat, but Sam tightly gripped your upper arm tightly as to hold you back. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you cooled yourself off before you broke the guy’s jaw.

“Alright, Casanova, just give us a damn room,” Dean intervened.

“It’s $45 a night,” the manager said, his eyes staring directly at your breasts. You’d never cringed so hard in your life. But you ignored the guy, for he was the only thing standing between you and sweet, sweet sleep.

Even though you had to fight both Winchesters off, you managed to slap at least a 20 down on the counter. They paid off the rest and a silver key to the blessed Room 32 was bestowed in your possession. Quietly thanking the stranger, the three of you strolled off uneasily.

The walk to the room wasn’t long. Down a long strip and passing other rooms, it was actually kind of nice. The night air was cold but refreshing; a good contrast to the stuffy atmosphere of the Impala.

“Here we are,” Dean mumbled, jamming the key into the lock. After some rough treatment to the unreasonable door, he pushed it open revealing the darkened. “Ladies first.” Sam rolled his eyes and you smiled sleepily, rubbing Dean’s back gently.

After feeling up the wall for some form of a light switch, you turned the thing on. It a moment for the lights to flicker on, but when they did, you were all thoroughly disappointed.

Here’s what the dark green space consisted of: a small bathroom, a tiny kitchen area, assorted tables and chairs, a glass coffee table, some cheesy motel artwork, lamps and ONE bed.

One single bed. One frame. One mattress. Three people. ‘But thank God there’s two pillows, right?’ you thought sarcastically. Sam started stuttering a little like he always does when things get weird and Dean was suggesting you all find another room or even another motel.

“No, we’re staying here. This is what’s gonna happen,” you directed. You were not gonna let something like this get in your way. “I’m sleeping in the bed, and-”

“Whoa, who said you get to sleep in the bed?” Dean interrupted.

“Dean, you’re so cute,” you laughed. But before he knew what was up, you rapidly grabbed his shirt collar and ripped him down to your eye level. You paused for a moment, staring hard into his deep green eyes. While yours were blazing with intimidation, his showed a small hint of fear. “I’m. Sleeping. In. The. Bed.” Releasing him, you turned on your heel and made your way to the bathroom with your overnight bag. “One of you can sleep in it with me. Decide who amongst yourselves while I get changed.” And you shut the door behind you.

Dean’s P.O.V

As the door shut, Dean automatically whipped around to face Sam.

“Dude, I call the bed.” Sam grinned widely, knowing exactly why Dean was doing so. “What? Wipe that stupid grin off your face.”

“Hey, I get it. You’re totally into her,” Sam teased. Dean scoffed, crossing his arms under his chest and looking at the other man like he was crazy.

“I do not like her. I like sleeping comfortably, that’s all.” Sam decided to press his brother and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, there is a couch over there. I guess you wouldn’t mind if I took the bed instead, you know, since you don’t like her and all.” Sam ran his hand over the smooth blanket. Dean’s jaw clenched and he glared at his brother, taking a few steps towards him.

“Back off, man,” Dean warned. Sam went even further and kicked off his shoes, going as far as even getting under the covers.

“Just admit that you like her and I will.” Dean, however, kept on fronting.

“I don’t like her, Jesus. Look, I’ve been driving all night and I’m tired so just let me sleep in the damn bed.” The sound of the faucet running pulled both boys out of their discussion for a second.

Deep down, Dean was completely into you. When you first met, he only saw you as a hot chick who knew how to fight. But eventually, something blossomed inside of the older Winchester. The way you ran your fingers through your hair, or when you bit your lip whenever you were thinking. And the way you blushed whenever he made inappropriate comments about you, it ignited something deep inside. Yet pride got in the way, and Dean would never tell you the truth.

Back in reality, Sam was still being a pain in the ass.

“Okay, if you really don’t like her, then maybe I’ll swoop in,” Sam lied. To him, you were like a little sister. But before he knew what was up, Dean was grabbing him by the shirt collar and ripping him out from under the blankets. The idea made Dean angry as hell, his eyes complete fire and his muscles tense. Nevertheless, Dean lost his balance and went tumbling on to the floor pulling Sam right on top of him. And right after, the bathroom door opened.

Your P.O.V

The commotion outside the bathroom was growing loud. You were finished anyways so you shut off the sink, dried your hands, and made your way to the door. Upon opening it, you were met with the sight of Sam lying on top of Dean with Dean’s hands locked on his shirt. You raised your eyebrows, grinning widely at the priceless view. Both men were wide-eyed and stuttering.

“If you two wanna share the bed instead…” you trailed off, stepping over the pile of bodies. They both got up and brushed themselves off, clearing their throats. You strided over the the other side of the room, throwing your old clothes into your bag. When you turned around, Dean was already within the sheets. Shirtless, might you add.

You had to admit, he was damn fine. His hands were folded behind his head and he stared on at you, his flirting eyes running over your body. You weren’t wearing anything special either: an old set of shorts paired with and even older, oversized t-shirt. But that looks in his eyes sent shivers up your spine.

The relationship between you and Dean was strange. Sammy was always teasing you two about dating and marriage and all that stuff, but you couldn’t tell if Dean really liked you or not. The man flirted with anything that breathed, so you decided it was best to not get too attached. Plus, you knew his type: a quickie in the sack, then gone by morning without a trace. However, feelings consumed you and, whether you liked it or not, you had developed a certain something for Dean Winchester.

But no, you would not let your them get in the way of the job. So you pushed them away as best as you could and reveled in your flirty moments with him. It was such a war in your mind. But since Sam was here, and you’d never hear the end of it, you put your guard up.

“Dean, if you don’t have some form of pants on under those covers, I’m sleeping in the car,” you informed him. He chuckled to himself and quickly ripped up the blankets. You shielded your eyes, but peeked through after a moment, and saw his plaid boxers.

“I’m offended at how little faith you have in me,” he whined dramatically.

“I think I’m entitled to that little amount of faith, seeing as how you’re you.” Tossing a couple of pillows to Sam, you turned off the light.

“Wow, I’m honestly hurt,” Dean continued. You crawled into bed and leaned in close to his face.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” you whispered. Then you scooted over, just enough so that you weren’t touching him, but you could still feel his body heat radiating. Once everything was adjusted, it hadn’t even been 10 minutes since you closed your eyes and you felt something heavy land right on your butt.

“Dean, get your hand off my ass before you lose it,” you threatened.

“What? It’s a safety precaution!”

“Dean,” you sternly spoke. He squeezed your ass lightly before removing it. Even though it was totally wrong, you couldn’t help smiling as you went off to sleep.

Dean’s P.O.V

Now, the early hours of the morning came through. The sun was just barely peeking it’s head above the horizon, thin rays of light leaving streaks on the white comforter. There was still time to sleep for Dean, but how could he? You must’ve rolled over in the night because now your head rest upon his chest and your arm wrapped around his waist. Dean’s own arm enveloped you, holding you tightly. Your body was warm and soft and they way you moaned in your sleep every now and then, it was too much for the man to handle. He’d even sneaked in a kiss or two to the top of your soft hair.

It was amazing how perfect your body molded into his. And your scent, God it was intoxicating to him. He ran his fingers up and down your side, soaking in every moment of this.

Loud moans emitted from the floor as Sam sat up, long hair all disheveled. He rubbed his eyes, groaning even louder. The loud noises caused you to stir unconsciously.

“Shut the hell up, dude!” Dean said in a loud whisper. Sam stood up looking over onto the bed out of curiosity, then a huge smile flashed across his face.

“Adorable,” Sam laughed to himself as he walked off to the bathroom. Dean rolled his eyes at the moose man and turned his attention back to you. He tilted your sleeping face up to his, examining it and fully taking a mental image. Your slightly parted lips looked so delectable that it had crossed Dean’s mind several times to steal a kiss. But, since Sam was being obnoxious and had closed the door too loudly, you were finally coming to.

Your P.O.V

A loud slam had awoken you and you slowly opened your eyes. Yet bewilderment flooded over you as you noticed that something wasn’t right. Your eyes trailed up until you were met with the green one from the night before.

“Have a good sleep, Princess?” You immediately jerked out of his arms, blushing heavily.

“What happened?” you asked with an attitude, rubbing your eyes groggily.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sweetheart, you’re the one who latched onto me,” Dean retorted. Your cheeks were still burning and any form of words caught in your throat. But, as to stop your incoherent babbling, Dean pressed his lips against yours. Your stomach did somersaults as your hands automatically cupped his face, for you had waited so long for this moment. His large, warm hands landed on your lower back and he pulled you towards him. His lips were soft and plump and felt good against your own. The kiss was deep and passionate and long overdue. His moved intricately and, to be honest, it was probably one of this best kisses you’d ever had. Your heart burned with desire and you thought about just taking him right there. You were interrupted, however, by the sound of Sammy giggling like a little schoolgirl.

“I guess next time we’ll be getting separate rooms?”  

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend has known for a while that I'm ace and my boyfriend learned the term asexual today and that its the term for what he identifies as, and I was wondering if its difficult to maintain a long-term relationship because even though we're both ace I have concerns about the relationship getting boring even though I have no interest in sex and it repulses me.

okay, well, there’s a heck of a lot more that goes into relationships than just sex. you think my parents have been together for 30+ years /just/ because the sex is So Amazing? spoiler alert!! they haven’t even slept in the SAME ROOM for like ten years because my dad snores like an old hog and has twitchy legs and my mom’s a super light sleeper, so she migrated to the guest bed room on the opposite end of the house

and /somehow/ they still maintain a happy functioning marriage with a house and car payments and two kids between them. hmmm, could it be that the secret to successful long term relationships is something OTHER than SEX???

i’m sorry, it’s like midnight, and i’m having way too much fun with this. basically, even if sex were on the table, it would only be a little side dish. you’ve still got the entire table to fill up full of plates and bowls and platters and glasses and assorted kitchen ware of all the other things you like to do together

if your relationship gets boring, sex isn’t necessarily something that would save it. people get bored in relationships where sex happens frequently. sex is not some magic secret ingredient that keeps people interested and invested in being together long-term

to make a relationship work long-term, you’ve got to put in the effort. you’ve got to put in the emotional support, and build intimacy, and learn about your partner, and develop good communication. if things get boring, get creative!! build a tree house, go on a road trip, TALK TO EACH OTHER, and work that shit out

i’ll close with linking some related posts. basically, if you’re invested in a long-term relationship, you’ll have to work for it. my parents still argue sometimes; in fact, my dad just forgot it was my mom’s birthday. but they talk to each other, they know how to apologize to each other, they know how to make each other happy. THAT’s what makes a relationship last, not sex