i just wanna dunk you in my coffee

A Love Letter from Dean

Originally posted by gleefinn

for the cutie, @theinevitablecollegebendylamp

Hey there Muggle,

That’s from Harry Potter, right?  I know how much you love that series and well, let’s just say the last few weeks, I’ve been catchin’ up on the Wizards.  What’s up with Harry always having to be saved?  That chick, Herhiney (I know I spelled that wrong, but you know where I’m goin’ with this) seems to be the one to always put her life on the line.  She kinda reminds me of you, Sweetheart. 

I remember Sammy and I drivin’ through Kentucky for a vengeful spirit causing a helluva lot of pain in your town and there you were.  Sitting at that coffee shop with your nose in one of them Harry Potter books.  You were so surprised when I sat down, you almost elbowed me in the gut.  Great reflexes by the way. 

I went in for a slice of pie and a cup of coffee and some fruity drink for my brother, and I wound up sharing my pie, (which I NEVER do), my coffee went cold, and you drank Sam’s smoothie.  There was just something about your laugh, I didn’t wanna leave. 

That’s where our story started, in some bo dunk little town in Kentucky, with great pie and a simple conversation.  You weren’t like any other girl that I’ve met.  You still aren’t.  I can’t wait to see you again, after this hunt.  Hope you’re finding everything you need in the Bunker.  If you check the library, second row in, there’s the new book for you, from that author, J.K. Rowling.  Hope you like it!

Don’t tell Sammy about this letter, or that I’ve been watching Harry Potter. Okay? I really don’t wanna hear him give me shit for the rest of my life.  Plus, I dunno, it’s kinda like our thing now.  I’m your Ron and you’re my Hermi…oh hell, I give up! 

Thinkin’ about you,

Dean

Author: limitlessmonster
Title: Words
Pairing: AoKise
Genre: Fluff/Humor/Angst/Fluff
Word Count: Approx. 5600
Summary: Sometimes Aomine wonders why real life couldn’t work like those scripts Kise’s so focused on. It would be so much easier than having to figure out his own lines all by himself.
A/N: A little late, but I wanted to post something to commemorate the start of season 3. It started off so much fluffier in my head, but I have a penchant for angst and pining!aho gives me life. Fluffy ending though. Hopefully that makes up for it. haha Inspired by this song.

Always for this pos.

On AO3.

The last thing Aomine expects when he comes home is Satsuki parked on his couch, watching one of her television dramas like she lives there. Not that it isn’t normal for Satsuki to come over unannounced, and usually Aomine doesn’t mind because that means there’s food, even if Satsuki’s the one that made it. But tonight he’s tired and the last thing he needs is to entertain his best friend when all he wants to do is sleep. 

“Don’t you have a t.v. at your place?” he grumbles as he walks past her and into his bedroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door because anything he’s got to show, she’s already seen, even if most of the time, the naked displays are usually unsolicited and make her exasperated enough to fling the nearest thing at him in huffy embarrassment. “You’d think I’d get a break or something, especially since I just saw you at practice.”

“My cable’s out and I didn’t want to miss the new episode of this show I’ve really gotten into!” she calls out after him. He should have guessed. The only one Aomine knows who watches those dumb dramas as religiously as Satsuki is Kise, but Kise knows better than to show up at his house and take over his big screen. Satsuki knows better, too, but it seems she’s less inclined to care about exactly what makes Aomine roll his eyes. “OH MY GOD!”

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