Requested by anonymous: Hi!Can I request an angsty the Quiett scenario? Where the reader has a crush on the Quiett but the Quiett only sees her as “one of the guys”. The Quiett’s feelings change for her after she dresses all sexy but she gets attention from other guys *cou-hashswan-gh*… cheers ♡♡
“I love you, you know that,” he pats my head, “I trust you with my life, you’re part of my family, my crew, things wouldn’t be the same without you.” I wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
‚You deserve someone better’ is the only sentence I hate more than spiders and snakes. Hearing it from him has always been a painful reminder that I’ll never be the one he looks down at with love and content in his eyes, that I’m lacking something that could make him fall in love with me. But I am stuck. Stuck where I am only seen by him as a sister. A family member. I am stuck in this platonic sister-and-brother relationship with him.
„You’re like my little sister,” he smiles down at me, „that’s why I know that you deserve better. Better than me… better than us,” and leaves me standing in front of the restaurant we’re supposed to have lunch at with the rest of the group.
Summary: You have been hunting with Sam, Dean, and Cas for a while, but once you turn 30 you’re torn between loving Dean, wanting out of the hunting business, or just continuing on through life with the boys. Something unexpected happens that turns your entire world upside down. How will the Winchesters and Cas handle it, and will anything ever feel the same again?
warnings: things are getting better, but it’s still lots of crying. There are Sam tears in this chappie (should I warn for that?)
word count: ~1000
The next couple days passed, tension palpable in the
bunker. Your admission about your son
was haunting the boys, and none of them really knew what to do to comfort you.
For you, however, your dream of Bobby was slowly getting you
to a better place. After seeing the
picture of him, holding it at every possible moment, and having the
conversation with him about letting go and getting back out there, you were
feeling much better.
The third day after the dream, you got up, showered, and got
dressed. Sure, motions were slow and
lethargic, and a few times you just wanted to crawl back into your covers, but
they were happening for the first time in a while. Baby steps, right?
headcanon: Percy and Annabeth hit a rough patch and one day Sally invites Annabeth over for tea and says “I just wanted you to know that no matter what happens between you and Percy you will always be a part of our family” while stroking Annabeth’s hand. Annabeth and Percy hash things out later that night.
This is pretty much all I ate when I was living on a £5 weekly food budget, as you can get everything here cheaply in large enough quantities to last at least a week, it’s pretty filling, and it involves plenty of veggies. To change it up you can swap sliced boiled potatoes for the pasta to make a hash.
2 handfuls pasta shapes or a bundle of spaghetti about an inch in diameter per person
2-3 tablespoons garlic and herb cheese spread
Vegetables - all optional but I tend to use
1 handful each frozen sweetcorn and peas
½ small onion, very finely chopped
a handful of mushrooms, sliced
Optional - 1-2 sausage links, sliced into chunks, or 1-2 rashers of bacon, chopped into pieces
Oil for frying
Salt and pepper for seasoning
Boil pasta according to instructions. A couple of minutes before it’s ready, add the frozen vegetables.
While pasta is boiling, in separate large frying pan, fry onions gently until they are translucent (3-4 minutes), then add meat if you’re using it and mushrooms. Fry for another 5-6 minutes.
Drain pasta, reserving a little of the cooking water, then tip the pasta and water into the frying pan along with the soft cheese. Stir until the cheese has melted and coated everything, season with salt and pepper to taste and serve.
Top image: Hash tag ship mugswith Swan Queen example. Whatever you ship, from any show, you can get your hands on your own hash tag ship mug! I have quick sketch examples of Supernatural, The 100, House MD, Sherlock designs in the listing to give you an idea.
“Did you ever find a use for those arrows she gave you?”
Robin pulls a face, chuckling ruefully and quickly dropping his gaze back down to his coffee as though he hadn’t just been caught staring at the Queen.
“I”ll take that as a no, then,” Charming laughs, taking the seat beside his with a heaping plate of eggs and hash in hand.
“Little John actually suggested I peddle the gold parts,” Robin tells him, eyes crinkling. “But I can’t imagine Her Majesty would take too kindly to that, after she went out of her way to say thank you.”
He spoons some oatmeal into his mouth and chews carefully around the beginnings of a smile, as if the recollection of Regina gifting him with those gold-tipped arrows is a source of great amusement to him.
Charming steals a glance at the far corner of the hall where Regina has deigned to sit with her breakfast today. She aims a delicate sneer at everyone walking within range of her table, though Charming suspects it’s more out of habit than anything now; in all the weeks since their return to the castle, no one except Snow has ever ventured to meet her eye, much less sit with her.
If she’s noticed that Robin alone seems bold enough to settle his gaze on her scowling features—longer than one might deem strictly safe, and rather frequently at that—she makes no indication of it, jabbing at her melon and looking murderous when Grumpy strolls by with a salute and a very sarcastic-sounding “Morning, sister!”
It’s an interesting thing, Charming thinks, that Regina should bother to join them at all, when she makes such a point of eating alone.
Very interesting indeed.
“Listen,” he says then, in a low, covert sort of tone that pulls Robin away from the avocado he’d been smearing onto his toast. “If you want my advice…” Charming pauses, in case he’s overstepped his bounds and Robin in fact wants nothing of the sort, but the man only inclines his head, patiently waiting for him to finish.
“You could always go talk to her.”
Robin’s expression is politely blank.
“Regina, I mean.”
“Ah,” says Robin, clearing his throat before inquiring, very carefully, “And what topic of conversation might you advise that I start with?”
“Well, you could ask her what she thinks you should be doing with the arrows she gave you,” Charming suggests to him lightly. “I’m sure she’d be more than happy to give you some pointers on how to…‘be more useful around here,’ is how she’d probably word it.”
“True,” says Robin, looking thoughtful. “Her Majesty would hate to pass up any opportunity of putting a thief in his proper place.”
They exchange wry smiles.
“Look,” Charming says, seriously then, “I know Regina can be…difficult, but I think she would appreciate the gesture. Even if she tries very hard to convince you otherwise.”
Robin is smiling into his coffee again, taking a slow, final drag before he stands and reaches out a hand to embrace Charming’s shoulder with something like gratitude.
Regina is studiously slicing a piece of ham into quarters while Robin strides over to her table, evidently hopeful that he’ll simply change his mind and walk the other way if she ignores him pointedly enough.
Charming watches as his unwavering approach eventually forces her gaze upward, and then Robin is gesturing to the vacant bench across from her, making himself comfortable there when Regina looks too taken aback to say no right away.
The meal ends fairly abruptly after that.
Charming doesn’t know the particulars, having hastily dug back into his breakfast with renewed vigor after receiving a dark-eyed, baleful glare from Regina, as though she knows exactly who to blame for the sudden, undesirable company.
Still, he’s able to gather as much when an irate Queen, clearly having taken offense to something Robin’s just said to her, shoves her seat aside and stalks rigid-backed out of the banquet hall, leaving Robin alone at her table to presumably nurse the blow to his pride.
Charming is wondering if perhaps he should just leave the scheming to Snow from now on when Robin turns to observe Regina’s stormy exit, wearing a grin that Charming could only describe as pleased about something, and then he’s wondering instead whether the entire ordeal hasn’t in fact gone exactly according to Robin’s plan.
darcy/sam - darcy spent the night at sam’s the night before on-the-run cap and nat showed up at his door, awkward morning after breakfast with the whole gang (maybe thor comes up)
“Doorbell,” Sam murmurs sleepily. Instead of moving to get it, he just tightens his arms around Darcy and snuggles her closer. “You might want to get that.”
Darcy wonders which she should mention first…the fact that she can’t exactly escape the hold he has on her or… “It’s your house. They’re probably here for you.”
“Oh.” Sam yawns, stretches, and kisses her neck. “In that case, we don’t need to answer it.”
“What if it’s Captain America?” Darcy teases. “After all, you’re bffs now.”
Sam breathes out a laugh, but his shoulders tense in concern. They both know about the implosion at SHIELD, both still believe in Cap. “I think he’s got better things to do with his time than come see me.”
Darcy runs her fingers soothingly down Sam’s arm. “Maybe he wants to see if he can lap you twenty times again. Or was it twenty-one?”
Sam chuckles, turning her over so she’s lying on his chest, “are you never going to let me live that down?" Before Darcy answers, the doorbell rings again. And rings. And rings. With a sigh, Darcy rolls off of Sam, and watches him put on a t-shirt and sweats, and tuck a weapon in his waistband. "Stay here,” he says. “Just in case.”
Darcy does, rooting around the room for her underwear and tossing on one of Sam’s shirts when she hears voices. She throws herself back onto the bed and laughs silently, because apparently Captain America has come to call.
When Sam comes in a few minutes later, she’s still laughing–which dies when she sees the serious expression on his face. He doesn’t tell her details, but she knows this isn’t a social call. She presses a quick kiss to his lips and says, “I’ll make breakfast.”
“Even superheroes have to eat, right?”
She’s at the stove making bacon and eggs, debating the merits of trying her hand at hash browns when their visitors walk into the kitchen. Okay, they’re Sam’s visitors, if you want to get technical, but Darcy never bothers with that.
She tries not to gawk at Captain America, and turns to nod at the redhead at his side. “Natasha.”
Natasha nods back. “Darcy.” They stare at each other for a moment before Natasha asks, “What are you doing here?" Darcy looks down at her outfit–Sam’s shirt that hits her midthigh and a pair of his socks, which are too big but they keep her feet warm. Natasha does the same. "Oh.”
“You two know each other?” Sam asks in confusion.
“Yeah,” Darcy says evasively. “There was a…thing.”
Natasha nods. “It would almost be funny if we weren’t almost eviscerated by the other…thing.”
“Oh,” Sam says, because what else is there to say.
Darcy shrugs. “Yeah.”
Silence fills the kitchen as the others watch Darcy cook. She’s already made one package of bacon and tears open another one, unsure of what to say.
She finally settles with, “Thor says hi, by the way.”
It’s Captain America’s turn to ask a question, apparently. “I thought he was off planet?”
Darcy shrugs again. “Well, yeah, but I’m pretty sure he’d still want to say hello.”