Summary: “Say, Professor Hart,” Eggsy says before pausing to give Harry a very deliberate, thorough eyefucking while licking his lips suggestively, “would you mind turning ‘round and writing your name on the chalkboard?”
Charlie huffs in frustration. “This isn’t primary school, Eggy, stop wasting everyone’s time.”
“I just want to know if it’s spelled like -” Eggsy puts his hands together to form a heart shape, places it over his chest and mimics a thumping motion.
“Oh lord,” Roxy groans quietly beside him.
Comments: Harry’s undercover as a professor, and Eggsy is an incorrigible flirt.
Lexa only breaks out of her wondered daze when she hears Clarke giggling beside her. Her blue eyes are glassy when Lexa looks at her. She frowns in confusion until Clarke grabs her cheeks and kisses her messily. “Your face,” she whispers in explanation.
He just bloody goes for it. Says it all. Everything he’s been wanting to say for the last few weeks, months, and it’s sink or swim from there. He’s surprised - to say the least - when he can hear Malfoy laughing. But it sounds relieved rather than mocking.
His heart jumps out of his rib cage when Potter says that he loves him. Because that seriously feels like a dream and now everything they’ve done and said feels so stupid. How much easier thing would’ve been if they’d just talked about the kiss, been honest.
Castiel is at Charlie’s party and some guy is making fun of him for wearing a flower-print shirt, of all things.
“What are you, gay?” The guy asks, mockingly.
Castiel draws himself up and says, “Yes, I am.” He looks around and finds Dean, who he knows, but not that well, quite near him. He reaches out and grabs Dean by the elbow, because he’s had a few drinks and it seems like a good idea. “And this is my boyfriend. If you don’t leave me alone he’s gonna kick your ass.”
“This is your boyfriend?” The guy asks disbelieving, taking in Dean’s sturdy boots, his old jeans, his plaid jacket, his broad shoulders.
“Yes!” Castiel insists, “Look, see,” He leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to Dean’s mouth. He knows it’s risky, he might get punched in the face. He’ll probably get yelled at, at the very least. He just hopes that Dean has enough mercy to wait until this guy is out of earshot.
College AU where Dean and Cas are roomies, have been for three years. They’re best friends, always together.
Dean is always throwing his arm around Castiel’s shoulders or pulling him into a hug, he’s very physical. And he’s always calling Cas things like “sweetheart” and “babe”
And it’s so obvious that they’re in love.
So like, one day one of their friends (probably charlie, who they only met last year) goes to Dean like,
“Man, when are you going to make a move on Cas? I know you like him.”
And Dean is just like,
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Charlie is a little offended, honestly.
“No, I’m not kidding!” She huffs. “I see the way you guys look at each other and I think you’d be really good together! ”
Dean just closes his eyes for a minute before taking her by the shoulders and looking very seriously into her eyes.
“Charlie.” He says. “Me and Cas have been dating since freshman year. We hooked up after knowing each other for like a week. About forty-five minutes ago we were making out hardcore on that couch over there.”
Anyway I guess my point is that most of their friends don’t even realize that the two of them are dating they just think they’re really close bros
And Cas is just like,
“Should we… start making out in front of them or??”