I caved y’all. I tried to resist the temptation, but @zephyrine-gale ‘s crop top trend was too strong and I just *clenches fist* had to;;; so…behold: crop top with finger-less glove sleeves (my dream shirt tbh)
you’re on your way home from work when you get a text from your wife. you pull over to check it, the corners of your mouth dropping as you look.
“rough day. i know you had to work late but i really need a hug. i planned to surprise you with supper made but the elementary school’s baseball team was collecting change and came to the door. i gave them a fiver but forgot to keep an eye on the stove and it scorched right to the pot. i’m sorry… we have leftover pasta in the fridge, at least. it’ll be good enough.”
the drive was short, but you arrive home forty five minutes later than already expected. you ring the doorbell, and when she opens up, your wife’s exasperation softens to a weak smile when she sees the sundaes sitting on top of the piping hot pizza boxes in your hands.
Dean woke up with a splitting headache and a horrible taste in his mouth. And he was on the floor beside his bed. He had to have been out of it to fall and not wake up. He reached for his robe on the hook by the door and shuffled into the kitchen. Coffee. Needed coffee.
Sam had his tablet out, cruising for newstories that might turn into a case. He raised his eyebrow at his disheveled brother. He let him go through the motions of getting his coffee cup and pouring before he opened his mouth.
Dean grunted his response.
“You’re wearing Cas’ trenchcoat.”
“No ‘m not.”
Sam laughed. “Yeah, Dean. You are. You guys must have gotten hammered last night.”
Dean finally looked himself over then shrugged. “Guess he hung it on my robe hook.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say. Dean.”
Cas stumbled in a few minutes later. His hair was sticking up in several directions and his eyes were as bloodshot as Dean’s. He was wearing Dean’s tee shirt and boxer briefs. He sat down and Dean slid the rest of his coffee over.
“You look rough, man.” Sam assessed.
“Tequila,” he answered in his gruff voice. He downed the half cup of coffee and picked at his coat still draped around Dean. After looking him over he said, “So that’s where my underwear went.”
Sam spit the milk from his cereal across the table.
summary: you haven’t been at school all week, you haven’t been answering texts. eventually, the boys decided that they’re not going to wait for you to reply anymore, and take matters into their own hands.
a/n: yoo so sorry for the angsty thing, i was planning on putting up some starboy laurens fluff but ive been having a pretty bad day meself so. wrote some angst cuz it made me feel better. if you’re having a bad day i hope it helps and i hope u feel good tomorrow!
You had spent the week in bed. Your work was beginning to
pile up – in both a metaphorical and literal sense, you thought as you looked
at the pile of papers on your desk – and you probably got more texts in the
past five days than you’ve gotten in the past year. Everyone was worried about
you. Just today, Alexander had left you 3 voicemails and he sent you 51 messages in the span of 6
sent you 2 pictures of Lafayette and Hercules playing checkers, and then one of
himself pouting because, as he put it, he ‘wanted to see you’; Lafayette sent
you a video of himself singing some French song that was supposed to be a
lullaby but it didn’t really help; Hercules sent you a picture of himself in a
Nothing cheered you up. You hadn’t had this bad of a spell in years, but lately
things had gotten worse and couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You just couldn’t.
Keep your head up Shoot the clouds down Throw it all in Break your own ground And if you’re gonna make a mess make it loud And if you’re gonna take a stand, stand out Life is our game We can go play Shake up the rules Don’t be afraid And if you’re gonna make a mess make it loud And if you’re gonna take a stand, stand out Stand out
It was unfortunate. Of course you were in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, of course he had a girlfriend. You had met Lafayette through mutual friends, naive and young you thought you wouldn’t fall for the tall frenchman. You did eventually. At first it was denial. You couldn’t love him, he was your best friend. You didn’t love him surely, but no. Every time you saw him, your world spun around your feet. You felt this way until he introduced Adrienne. She tagged along with everything you guys did and you had no choice but to be happy for them. For him. Because he was so in love with her it hurt you to see them together.