Prompt: you’re my friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend and I hate you so much (but also secretly like you).
Woah this seriously just wrote itself (given the time it took). Thanks for the amazing idea, nonnie. So this is a prompt that was sent to the amazing Ravyn - @cupcakemolotov - and I sort of adopted it. Wherever you are nonnie, I hope you get to read this and like my take (which will be a little different to suit what I’m comfortable with writing). Based on an awesome Crowded House song of the same name, hope you like it!
Mean to Me
“She came all the way from America, she had a blind date with destiny…”
Oxford University, UK (2017- Present Day)
“You never told me how gorgeous the guys at Oxford were, Care,” Katherine drooled while standing beside Caroline, her eyes darting around the room excitedly at the fresh meat. “If I’d known, I definitely would have studied here rather than Georgetown.”
“Why thank you Katherine,” Enzo grinned. “I never knew you could be so complimentary when it came to yours truly.”
“I was talking about all the other Oxford men besides you, Lorenzo,” she drawled. Katherine and Enzo had met five years earlier through Caroline and had pretty much been bickering ever since. She liked to think it was their way of showing they cared about each other.
“Well, cute if you like that preppy kind of guy,” Bonnie commented from her other side. “No offence Enzo but give me a guy in a ripped pair of jeans and band shirt any day over all these penguin suits.”
“Well, we are at the Oxford University 850th Anniversary Alumni Ball, Bonnie,” Caroline offered, thinking what a mouthful that was as she said it. “I’m pretty certain anything less than white tie isn’t going to score you entry here tonight. I’m not all that upset given I’ve always been a sucker for a guy in a suit with an accent.”
Caroline felt a mixture of emotions being back at Oxford after seven years away. It had been her home for six years after all and she had so many great memories of the beautiful grounds, her professors and meeting her best friend Enzo at the same time. They’d both left shortly after graduation and Enzo had followed Caroline back to the States where they shared an apartment while getting established in their chosen careers of law and engineering.
It had been at her law firm in Boston that Caroline met Bonnie and through her Katherine. The two girls had grown up together in a small town in Virginia and had been inseparable ever since. She’d never had too many girlfriends in her life and these two were the best you could ask for.
“Why is it that whenever we’re all together our conversations descend into checking out good looking men,” Enzo complained. Having him as a best friend was great most of the time but his girl talking skills left a lot to be desired, even if he did try. “On the other hand, if you wanted to discuss what a fine looking specimen I am, then that’s another story.” No one responded there was just a chorus of groans and a few eye rolls to go with them.
Supernatural - Sam/ Gabriel in which Gabriel secretly turns everything Sam eats
into candy - sam would order Salad, put it on his fork and right as it hits his
tongue it would turn into gummy bears. Sam would get frustrated ( but secretly
loves the sweets, but would never admit) and maybe make Gabriel help him loose
his newly gained weight…?
“Here’s what I don’t get,” Gabriel said thoughtfully.
Startled, Sam looked up from his lunch. He’d known Gabriel was lurking about - the conversion of his salad dressing to buttercream frosting, emphasis on the butter, was ample evidence of that - but he’d been sitting alone at the table an instant before. Scowling, Sam loaded his fork up with ranch-drenched romaine and took a pointed bite.
It tasted like cake.
Vanilla cake with blueberry filling and honey buttercream frosting.
Goddamn that was good.
Sam turned the level of his scowl up from 5 to 11.
“Wow, holy bitch face!” Gabriel laughed. “Okay, not - not, like, holy, as in ‘of God’ - not that you’re not a fine specimen, but - like dude if looks could kill!”
Sam repressed a smile. He loved when Gabriel got so flustered he couldn’t finish a sentence.
“You started to say…?” Sam schooled himself to apparent anger and took another delicious bite of not-salad.
“Right, right, sorry, you’re extremely distracting.” Gabriel gave his head a quick shake. “What I don’t get is, why the ranch dressing? It’s a salad, right? It’s supposed to be healthy. And, like, a year ago? The old Sam would never have heaped his salad with dressing - okay, scratch that, old Sam was all balsamic vinaigrette, no cheese or croutons, extra cucumbers, please.”
Sam shrugged. “What can I say? People change.”
“Yeaaaah…no…I call bullshit,” said Gabriel. “You used to get all pissy high and mighty with me and now…ranch.
“You know I can read your mind, right?” Gabriel added, rolling his eyes.
“Uh huh, sure you can,” Sam mirrored the eye roll.
God he loved these conversations.
And Gabriel didn’t know that.
So Gabriel definitely couldn’t read his mind.
“I heard that!”
“Really?” Sam asked. “What did I think?”
“Nothing I’d share in public,” Gabriel replied with a suggestive eyebrow waggle.
“Right, well, if that’s all you’ve got, may I finish my lunch in peace?” Sam said.
The next forkful of salad tasted like eclair.
“Fiiiiine,” said Gabriel.
The next forkful tasted like Sour Patch Kids. The following was funfetti. The one after that was ice cream with all the fixins. Judging by the heavy feeling in Sam’s stomach, it wasn’t merely a flavor thing, the food actually changed - and had all the commensurate calories.
For once, he and Dean had separate hotel rooms. Sam had spewed some line about giving Cas and Dean some privacy, as if they needed it, but the truth was…
The truth was, Sam had a lot to think about.
The truth was, Sam had put on some weight of late, and was definitely getting pudgy around the midriff and jiggly at the tricep.
The truth was, Sam asked for ranch dressing so that when Dean shot him a skeptical look about his weight gain, Sam had a plausible excuse, even if he then had to listen to 20 minutes of what’s the point of ordering salad if you’re going to pack on the pounds anyway might as well eat something that actually tastes good.
The truth was, Sam liked the way he looked now, liked the taste of the junk food, liked that Gabriel’s attention was on him.
Why don’t I just tell him?
“Gabriel, who art in heaven, would you get your feathery ass down here? We’ve got some shit to talk about,” Sam intoned, eyes skyward.
A rush of feathers, a single golden one drifting to the floor, spoke to Gabriel’s arrival.
“What up, my lemony squeeze?”
“You’re making me fat,” Sam said without preamble.
“Aw, come on, you know you love it.” Gabriel really had that suggestive eyebrow waggle down to a science.
“Yeah, well, Dean hates being my workout partner,” said Sam. “If you’re going to keep stuffing me with desserts, you’re going to pay the consequences.” Sam advanced a step toward Gabriel.
“What’s that…what’s that mean?” Gabriel took a step back.
“What do you think?” Closing in on Gabriel, Sam smiled, showing his canines, eyes veiled as he tried to look dangerous. Gabriel quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him - seriously, he needs to teach me how to do all that eyebrow…stuff…it’s like their independently muscled or something - and backed into the wall.
“Well, you and your brother have already staked me, what, twice? Three times?” Gabriel put up a defensive hand.
Sam boxed him against the wall.
“I’m going to stake you so many more times than that,” Sam murmured, sultry, against Gabriel’s ear.
Sam kissed him.
Gabriel tasted like candy.
Because of-fucking-course he tasted like candy.
Gabriel spluttered, protested, kissed back, spluttered some more, then burst out laughing.
“Really? Stake me?” Gabriel managed between guffaws. “That’s your pick up line? And if that’s what you mean by ‘workout partner’ I can see why your brother isn’t interested! Leave the incest to the angels, bucko!”
With a leer, Sam grabbed Gabriel’s arm, spun him around and slammed him against the wall. Gabriel’s laughter broke off with a gasp that sounded suspiciously like a moan.
“Here’s what I don’t get,” growled Sam. “You are an archangel. You can leave anytime you’d like. And yet…here you are.”
Gabriel huffed a strained laugh. “As long as you love ranch dressing, I’ll be here.”
“That’s what I thought.” Sam nipped a kiss against the hot flesh of Gabriel’s neck. “Definitely staking you. Repeatedly.”
“You do that.” Gabriel pushed back against him, just hard enough for Sam to feel the resistance, not nearly hard enough to escape.
Usually explicit consent meant a hard yes. But in the case of an archangel who loved innuendo and could disappear at will if anything happened he didn’t secretly want?
Sam ripped Gabriel’s pants down.
Oh yeah, they were going to have so much fun on Sam’s new exercise regimen.
Zero by @katsujii. I mean, like, will you just look at him. asfdasfasasfask! such a fine fine sim-specimen. Them bedroom eyes!! *clutches non-existant pearls* Usually I go for the tall, dark, & handsome type but ever since I first saw him, well, he’s what made me start following Viv and I’ve been hooked ever since. ok nuff gushing.
You saw him standing there, hauling a bundle of
roughing up the ladder and you took a moment to stare at the Adonis God looking
man before you. His shirt was off, sweat was dripping down his perfectly
sculpted abs and on the inside you were swooning… you imagined what you would
do to that fine looking male specimen.
“Hey Darry, you got a fan” an older looking man said
with a cheeky smile on his lips.
You blushed, a perfect shade of red tainting your cheeks.
“Oh my gosh” You mutter to yourself, tightening your
hold on your handbag. You took hurried steps away from them, wishing the earth
would swallow you into a hole, and then you tripped… on what you weren’t
Your eyes widened, you squeaked in sheer surprise as
your handbag slipped from your shoulder and onto the floor. The whole contents
of your bag scattered onto the ground and you cringed as you knelt down to pick
it up. An extra set of hands were helping you put the items into your purse.
As you looked up you gasped in surprise, the man you
had been ogling was now helping you.
“Thank you” You whispered shyly. He picked up your
purse and then helped you up off of the ground, his big hands settled on your
“Are you hurt?” He asked, a look of concern on his
face. “That was quite a fall.”
“Yeah… I mean no,
I’m not hurt.” You couldn’t believe how dumb you sounded right now. “I’m
“Good I’m glad.” He gave a small chuckle as his
hands reached up to your hair, gently tugging a leaf that had entangled itself
in your hair. “I’m Darry.”
Donna shook her head as she laughed, “really? I didn’t know that Laira.” She turned around to shoot Laira an amused look, “you know very well I just meant to admire that fine specimen. I’m asking you to look, not to touch. Honestly, how else am I going to find my fun as we wait for this event to end?”
This event was bigger than the previous ones, but it was to be expected since they were not only unveiling but also celebrating the new ownership of Ferris Air. “Just because you are married doesn’t mean you are blind,” she continued, grinning.
I have always imagined Midorima nerd having an s/o with huge boobs and she uses it to purposefully fluster him all the time and probably at times like when he's studying in the library or eating with takao
Midorima stared at his textbook, his eyes blank but his mind racing. He had stopped studying the moment he saw you walk into his room with your books. When he looked at you, the feat of becoming a doctor was the easy part. There were simple structures, procedures that were easy to follow. But when it came to you, there was no hypothesis, no textbook, no class that could explain the yearning sensation he felt when he looked at you. It spread through him, and took over his being. Looking up from his seemingly blank book, his eyes settled on your neck and he took in the smoothness of your skin. The way he could kiss it and taste the sweetness.. how he could find that sensitive spot on the side of your neck that would make your legs yield to his touch, that spot that would let him move in closer to you, deeper in you. He imagined his hands roaming over your sensuous body only to find the one place he loved most, the one place that his hands could not forget to touch. His eyes finally set on your soft chest, you jacket open just enough for him to begin to imagine what’s there. He swallowed and decided it was time to give up studying other bodies, why look in a book when he had a fine specimen right in front of him.
“Please come over here and help me for a minute, ____- chan.” He spoke deeply after clearing his throat. His eyes met yours and you smiled, getting up and walking to stand next to him. Playfully asking what he needed help with, he pulled you to his lap and traced his thumb over the hem of your shirt.
“The book suggests hands on experiences so … I’d like to get hands on with you. Let’s start with this shirt..”