content: After hearing some
suspicious noises coming out of Dean’s bedroom the night before, Sam
decides to confront his brother.
word count: 2,088
“Dean, we need to talk.”
Sam’s voice sounds very serious
while he leans against the kitchen counter and folds his stupidly
long arms in front of his chest, glaring at his older brother with
the familiar I-don’t-support-your-life-choices look. He
doesn’t even waste his time with a “Good morning” or something
similar and that’s always a bad sign.
Dean, however, isn’t really
impressed by that. He places the bacon onto the hot pan at a
leisurely pace, ignoring Sam completely, until he finally shoots a
quick glance over his shoulder.
“And what’s so important at 7
Sam huffs impatiently. “You know!”
Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I don’t
know. That’s why I’m asking.”
Sam fidgets uncomfortably as if he’d
rather be somewhere else and doesn’t want to have this discussion at
all. And then he starts to gesticulate, flailing his limbs in Dean’s
vague direction, and performs a very complicated dance with his
“How about we talk about last
Quite suddenly Dean’s attention is
grabbed, but he keeps himself from acting like a deer in the
headlights. Instead he clears his throat and asks, a bit croaky,
“What do you mean?”
“Well, just look at you!” Sam
says, pointing at Dean’s face with an accusatory expression. “There
is that stupid grin I’ve seen so many times and I think it’s even
worse than ever before. And let’s not even mention that huge hickey
on your neck.”
Dean ducks his head and tries
forcefully – and highly unsuccessfully – to fight back a blush.
Sorry, Marie! This has been delayed for so long now… feel free to virtually throw tomatoes at me.
The first time Nico had seen Will in such a state, it had been accidental and the situation was something none of them had ever expected. Sure, they’d anticipated a monster here and there to try and attack them while outside the camp’s protective barriers but none of them ever thought of actually being assaulted by a different kind of monsters.
They were being mugged by street criminals.
There were three of them in total, none actually looking like they can stand their guard on a real fight and are trying their best too look intimidating with how they hunch their bodies and try to ‘carry’ themselves. Not that, the Demigods are intimidated at all. Oh, please. They fought on wars, this is nothing in compare with what they’ve gone through.
Didn’t mean they’ll simply take things easy though. After all, a threat is still a threat no matter how small. After all, the criminals are carrying weapons of some sort including a gun. The one guy who carries it, pointed at them as if saying he’ll shoot if they as much move a muscle.
Nico isn’t impressed of course, if not he’s actually quite irritated. If it had been only him, he would have easily taken the guys out, gun or not but Will is with him and he won’t hesitate killing these people if they as much try and lay a finger on the other.
the deep, gravelly voice would startle you as a pair of familiar, strong hands grasped your panty-clad hips from behind and pulled you into your boyfriend’s chest. you’d sigh sleepily and rest your head against his collarbones as his lips fell onto your exposed neck. “you scared me calum” you’d murmur, your voice still heavy with sleep despite the fact that you’d been awake for almost an hour. calum would grin against your skin before before whispering “sorry baby, i was just taken aback by how fucking sexy you look in nothing but my t-shirt” and you’d chuckle at him as you poured the coffee you had been meticulously brewing when he interrupted. “you don’t look too bad yourself, babe” you’d smirk before taking a sip from the cup and turning to face a close to nude calum, stading in the middle of the kitchen, wearing nothing but black boxers and a sexy grin. “i still can’t believe you’re actually mine” he’d say in awe, giving you a look you had only ever seen reserved for when he looked at his best friends - that intensely fond look where he’d literally look like the human embodiment of the heart-eyes emoji. you’d take another sip of coffee before handing calum the mug with a cheeky grin. “that makes two of us” you’d say, “i don’t know what i was thinking when i let you take me out” and calum would break into a beautiful genuine laugh with his face all crinkley and cute before he’d wrap his free arm around your shoulder and pull you tightly into his chest before placing a small kiss on your forehead and murmuring “i hate you”. you’d nuzzle into his warm chest with a smile before mutteringly replying “mmm i love you too cal”
provocative-envy‘s birthday bash actually starts tomorrow, but i am trash and hate editing am really excited about rare pairs so i’m posting this now. (regulily coffeeshop au that needs a lot more worldbuilding/actual backstories of characters/a coherent timeline/i played so fast and so loose with canon/it was only meant to be a drabble, i cry 2500 words later)
He is literally reaching behind his back to untie his apron springs because it is finally time to close—good God, he hadn’t realized how much work this would be—when a girl storms in like a hurricane, getting mud and snow all over his just swept floor and he watches in horror as she rips the beanie off her long dark red hair and collapses onto a bar stool.
“Er—” he starts, but she is already speaking.
“Look, I’m really sorry and I know this is an awful thing to do because you’re about to close and I’m so sorry but can I please please please have whatever kind of coffee has the most caffeine because this has been possibly the worst day of my life, like a three-flavor-shots kind of bad day and I—I can make it myself, if you want, I used to be a barista in high school or I can help you close—actually I would love to do that because I have a very great need to clean something but I currently have an even greater need for coffee so—please?”
And then she’s staring up at him with bright green eyes—and seriously are those real because no one has eyes that green—and he gives a beleaguered sigh before retying his apron, measuring out espresso, pumping three different flavors into a cup. “What kind of milk?”
I really like this scenario request. I did my best, so I hope you enjoy it anon! :D Lehgo! ~
You were currently in your living room, watching a movie together with your best friend, Yoongi, next to you. You two have been best friends ever since kindergarten. He was the kid who was always silent, but had a mean mugging face that made the other kids not want to talk to him. You, on the other hand had to work with him on a mini project one day, and instantly you both clicked. He opened up to you, and you learned that he’s actually a very smart and not-so-always-quiet boy. You were his only friend and you stuck by his side ever since that day. As you both grew up, you went through middle and high school together, and most importantly, you were in love with him.
Yoongi was always the first person you went to when you had a problem. He always listened carefully and always knew how to comfort you. Over the years of always being your side, you couldn’t help but start to have feelings for him. Those feelings grew stronger and stronger through every day of being next to each other, but you couldn’t tell him that. You didn’t want to ruin the greatest friendship you ever had in your life. He made you laugh and smile in every possible way. You felt as you two were together, but at the end of the day, he would only see you as a friend.
The movie was still playing, and you were lost in your thoughts as you kept thinking about him. This was always a routine. Whenver you two watched a movie, you weren’t paying attention but distracted by your own thoughts about him. He snapped you out of it, when you saw his face right in front of yours, eyes piercing at each other.
“What?” You said as you recognized his face was too close to you.
“What are you thinking about?” He pulled away, and chuckled to himself.
“Nothing. It’s nothing. This movie is just so boring.” You pouted as you crossed your arms and legs on the couch.
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” He said and rested his head on the edge of the couch.
You stayed silent as you eyes were at the direction of the TV. It was boring as the part being played was not interesting at all, and you were once again distracted. He noticed you again, and sat up getting closer to you, mimicking the position you were in.
He crossed his arms and legs, exactly like yours, and stared at you until you noticed him. You turned your head as you saw his shadow from the corner of your eye. You laughed as you noticed his position exactly like yours.
“What?” You said to him.
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” He said back and smiled.
You turned away and blushed as he was copying your words from before. You played around with your fingers as you heard him letting out a small laugh. You turned to the side and looked at him again, and you both stared at each other, lost in the moment. You felt your heart beating rapidly as his warm brown eyes were piercing through yours which felt like for such a long time.
You couldn’t remember what happened, but in that instant you felt his lips on yours. He pulled away quickly, leaving you flustered. He let out an awkward cough, and stood up stretching himself.
“The movie is over.” He said, and you came back into reality trying to remembering what the heck just happened. You turned your head to the TV and saw the credits rolling in, and noticed he was right.
You stood up too, and stretched yourself not trying to be awkward about what just happened.
“I’m going to go now. Jin hyung probably needs me home now. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” He smiled at you, and headed out the door before you can even let out a goodbye.
His presence left your home, and you were still standing, left dumbfounded about what just happened. You started questioning yourself. What if he liked you too? You didn’t want to believe it. He possibly couldn’t. Maybe he was trying to get something off your mouth, but with his? You messed your hair around, frustrated, and walked into your room plotting yourself down on your bed.
Stiles looked up from his paperwork, meeting Deputy Boyd’s
gaze. Surprise shot through him at the
other man’s words, but Boyd just gazed steadily back, a slight curl to his
mouth, and for a second, Stiles almost, almost
let himself hope that maybe his attraction to his colleague hadn’t gone
unnoticed and was maybe even reciprocated.
Then realization hit.
“Yeah, nice try,” he said with a snort, looking back at his
computer and hoping Boyd didn’t notice the flush on his cheeks. Boyd made a quiet, inquisitive sound and
Stiles shot him a fleeting glance before focusing intently on the cursor. “You
know I got Erica in the Secret Santa and you wanna swap with me.”
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Boyd step closer,
leaning his hip against Stiles’ desk. “Stiles…”
“Normally, flattery would get you anywhere -.”
“I’ve heard.” Boyd’s tone was dry and Stiles couldn’t help
but flash a quick grin.
“But not this time. I hit the jackpot pulling Erica out of
the hat, there’s no way I’m giving that up. Sorry but not sorry, bud.” Stiles
offered a winning smile, spinning in his chair to face Boyd again.
The other man had his hip jutted ever so slightly to balance
against Stiles’ desk, arms folded over his chest so his uniform fit snugly over
his biceps, and Stiles had to drag his gaze away to look at Boyd’s face. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly, the
same quiet, stoic look he got whenever the station was working on a tricky
case, and he kept his gaze on Stiles. It
wasn’t something Stiles was used to, having Boyd’s focus on him for this long;
generally, it was him staring at Boyd
and trying not to get caught, and normally Boyd rarely talked to him unless it
was work related.
“Who’d you get, anyway?” Stiles asked, distracting
himself. He tapped his pen against the
edge of the desk.
A/N: Hey! Guess what? I got the day off today and actually was productive…. so here is part 2 already!
Tom had just finished washing up his dishes
from dinner, a chore which was so lonely and tedious when he was on location
filming and away from Taylor. Taylor had texted him earlier to say that she was
busy this afternoon her time but would try to call him before he went to bed,
which he was hoping would happen as they rarely went a day without at least a
short conversation. Tom was in Scotland filming a new movie, which was keeping
him away from Taylor for at least 6 weeks this time, as meetings at her end
meant she was unlikely to be able to visit and he had a very busy schedule as
it was an independent film and was therefore time crunched.
He sat down on the sofa and picked up a
book he had been reading which he kept thinking needed to be adapted into a miniseries
or movie, and was really considering doing himself if he could. Suddenly a
knock at the front door of the house he was renting roused him from his
concentrated state. Only the cast and crew on his movie, and a few friends knew
where he was staying, so he was intrigued and slightly put off by the knock at
close to 9PM.
sipping from his brimming mug and walking simultaneously, his brows raise as someone behind him beckons him by name. reluctantly peering over his shoulder, he waits a beat before deciding that he thoroughly does not want to deal with what’s coming his way … and so, ever the responsibleharrison jericho begins to walk faster. and when the entity finally catches up with him, he turns around, feigning his best look of blissful ignorance.
❛ oh … hey. didn’t— hear you there, i was actually just … heading to my office. lot of paperwork. that needs to be signed and dated. what’s up? ❜
Imagine Sam being excited about becoming Cas' brother-in-law!
Castiel tells Sam that he’s about to
propose to Dean by just saying, “I would like for you to become my
brother.” Sam gets really confused at first since he actually
thought they’ve been brothers for ages now, maybe not in blood but in
everything else that matters, and for a second he feels rather down,
assuming that the angel obviously viewed their relationship
differently, but then it finally hits him and he exclaims
loudly, “Ohdamn, YES!! I’d love to be your brother,
The day they make the whole
brother-in-law thing official (and, well, the whole married-couple
business, of course) Sam can’t stop grinning, no matter how hard he
As one of his wedding gifts he gives
Castiel a “best brother in the world”-mug and the angel
beams like a thousand suns, as if it’s the most amazing thing he ever
received in his very long existence, and Sam feels his heart swell at
the sight (and of course Dean gets one mug as well, but Sam prefers
Castiel enthusiastic reaction to Dean’s exasperated eye-roll).
Sam loves to introduce Castiel as
“my brother Cas”. Even to people who actually don’t really care,
like the bored cashier at the grocery store or the teenage girl at
the laundromat. But Sam doesn’t give a damn because it’s his favorite
thing to do.
The day he almost gets killed on a
hunt is the day he realizes for the very first time that he’s
two big brothers now. At least Dean and Castiel
simultaneously tend to him and chide him for his recklessness and it
feels kinda good (and a bit scary) to be loved like that. He never
thought he’d be at this point someday.
Summary: She feels like a bad friend, she says, leaving him outside in the cold
every time they talk. So Sans bends the rules. Completely worth it.
Notes: I took a break from rolling around in adorable Soriel art so I could actually contribute something to the fandom, you guys! In this fic, I tried to make things open to interpretation. Sans and Toriel could be beginning a romance, or beginning some huggy platonic emotional closeness — reader’s choice.
Summary: Phil was ready. He was confident and definitely not about to back out of his plan 6 months in the making. Christmas was tomorrow, and by the end of the day, he would be able to hug Dan, and kiss Dan, and cuddle Dan. Just as Dan would be able to hug, kiss, and cuddle him. He was excited and nervous, Dan had no idea it was happening, and Phil couldn’t wait to surprise him. He couldn’t wait for them both to be happier than they’d ever been.
What about a West Wing AU with Clarke as CJ and Bellamy as Danny? Clarke's just trying to get through a crazy press day, but that relentless reporter from the third row won't stop hounding her for the story he knows she's keeping back.
Clarke has been at the White House since five a.m., and didn’t leave last night until after midnight. She managed about two hours of good sleep, and she’s been working on press releases all day, none of which are ready, and no one will leave her alone.
She’s amazed Bellamy doesn’t show up until eight; it’s a lot of restraint for him. That doesn’t stop her from greeting him with, “I will actually murder you.”
“Good morning to you too,” he says, grinning. “I brought you coffee.”
She frowns down at the paper cup, which is definitely from her favorite little coffee shop and definitely smells delicious. “I don’t accept bribes,” she says.
“It’s not a bribe, it’s–” He pauses. “No, actually, it’s a bribe. But it’s so you don’t kill me, not because I think it’s going to get me advance information.”
She wavers for all of five seconds before she snatches the mug and drinks deeply. “I won’t kill you yet.”
“That’s the best I ever hope for,” he says, falling into step with her. “Where’s your intern who doesn’t know how to shut up? Myles? He’ll tell me what’s happening, right?”
Clarke gives him an unimpressed look, which he returns with an even brighter smile. Bellamy is her least favorite White House correspondent, in that he’s actually her favorite and that makes him incredibly inconvenient.
for christmas last year one of my best friends bought me a sasunaru mug but it got broken in transit and so i had to glue it back together and i said ‘aw its just like their relationship’ and i think thats the saddest joke i’ve ever made