Saw Homecoming last night and have been bit by the bug (hah) again. So Iâm gonna be hiding over on Tony if anyoneâs interested in my other alcoholic with daddy issues.Â
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Saw Homecoming last night and have been bit by the bug (hah) again. So Iâm gonna be hiding over on Tony if anyoneâs interested in my other alcoholic with daddy issues.Â
cruentusreus:
âStiles.â He waits until heâs shaken Samâs hand, so the guyâs basically stuck with him for however briefly he can keep up the small talk before running away.Â
âSo do you usually lick strangers, or should I feel special?âÂ
If it turns out that Sam is another werewolf marking his territory, then thatâs it, heâs emigrating.
(He can almost hear Deanâs voice in the back of his head. At least if this goes bad, Sam can avoid Stiles for the rest of his natural born life and pretend it never happened?)
âDefinitely special. I donât know what came over me.â
licks neck
âHey, Iâm trying to study here.â But the words are soft, and the chastisement behind them made even softer by the way Sam tilts his head to the side to give Gabe more room to work.Â
â i had a dream about you. â
âWas it a nightmare?â
He means it teasingly, a joke to try and lighten the mood, to lighten the load on Samuelâs shoulders. To ease the steady downturn of that exhausted mouth. But it falls a little short, joke becoming concern.Â
Am I bad?
Would you kindly close the door?
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
Sam gulps reflexively, fingers curling around the brass knob. Heâs not good at signals, but this one seems loud and clear, even to him.Â
âAre you sure?â
God, he hopes so.
â there is no way to make this story interesting. â
âAdd in zombies.â
Heâs not even a fan of zombie movies, though he can appreciate Romero for completely creating a genre out of a social commentary. But if Samantha is going to chew his ear off, he has to at least put some say in it.
(The last time he fell asleep on the phone with her, she bugged him about it for a week straight. Never again.)
âOr some sort of amnesia driven declaration of love.â
' your hairâs a mess. sit still. '
Siken Starters: (Accepting)
âMy...what?â
But the hand on his sleeve is enough to keep him from climbing out of the passenger seat. Sam sinks back in, knees bumping against the dash, and he can feel the question building again on his tongue, what are you talking about, Dean? when he feels fingers smoothing through his hair.Â
Itâs a knee jerk kind of feeling, the way that his stomach swoops and drops, roller coaster quick.Â
Itâs a teenager kind of feeling, that heady mix of awe and breathlessness.Â
But Sam isnât a kid anymore, no matter what the heat on his cheeks might imply.
âDean. Stop.â
Itâs a little half assed, but he has to make a token effort without bothering to move away.
notyouraverageghost:
It takes her a moment to reply, because he canât be saying hello to her. Can he? No. Surely not. Eyebrows furrow, and a blank look flickers over her face as she takes him in, staring back with an absent kind of blink.
Oh.
Oh, god, he is saying hello to her. When was the last time anyone said HELLO, most people didnât even know she was THERE â âOh! Ah. Hi. Yes. Hello. Lovely to meet you, sorry ââ God, that was too many words at once. âRight. Sorry, I got â ⌠ah. How are you?â
Relief flashes over his expression before the smile takes over again. Sam isnât exactly Casanova, he knows how to be polite, but heâs never gotten the hang of knowing the difference between politeness and interest when itâs aimed back at him.
But this kind of seemed like interest? At least in conversation? Maybe?
âIâm Sam.â Not what she asked, genius. (Sometimes his inner monologue sounds like Dean.)Â âAnd Iâm good. Iâm not bothering you, am I?â He gestures behind him, a silent offer to leave her alone.
cruentusreus:
Stiles has made an early career out of bypassing the law, Winchester. Which is probably not a good thing, given that he still wants to be a cop.
âI didnât dispute the claim. I asked for an example, and you couldnât provide me with one.â And he has asked around. Sam has everyone fooled, but itâs got nothing to do with charm.Â
âAlso, your innocent nerdy puppy act is not charm.â
âIt definitely is charm.â
A cute, innocent little smile that he punctuates by slugging Stiles in the shoulder. (Itâs what Dean would do.)
âAnd youâre just jealous.â
â that sounds overly valorous. â
Siken Starters: (Accepting)
âNot a fan of Galahad, I take it?â
â i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something. â
Siken Starters: (Accepting)
Leave it to Dean to try and do this his way, no matter what.Â
Thereâs a flush of warmth, affection and irritation in equal measure. Sam sighs, a big theatrical thing, undercut by the hand that lands on his brotherâs knee, comfortingly heavy.Â
âNo confessions necessary.â
I already know.Â
youâre an idiot and iâm very proud of you. donât do that again.
Critical Role Starters: (Accepting)
âWhat? Itâs not a big deal. I didnât even cut myself. See?â
â please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up. â
Siken Starters: (Accepting)
Stiles has nightmares.
He has the kind of nightmares that seize him up at night and leave him shaking. Samâs caught an elbow a time or two, but heâs never found himself here.Â
Being asked to stay.
(No one has ever asked him to stay.)
âOf course Iâll stay.â
texasheiress:
ânot today, but i could probâly do with a cement truck fullâa coffee and maybe a handgun tâblow my fuckinâ head off. these examsâre killinâ me.â
And Dean said he was melodramatic.Â
âSorry, Iâm fresh out of cement trucks and hand guns.â Not entirely true. Heâs got a Beretta underneath his pillow that he bought from a pawn shop not long after moving into the dorm. Heâd been stupid to think heâd feel safe without a firearm.Â
â there are many names in history, but none of them are ours. â
Siken Starters: (Accepting)
He thinks maybe, that it bothers Dean. The anonymity of it, of knowing that for all theyâve done, the lives theyâve saved and avenged, that no one will ever know of it.Â
Lucky will net them people who remember, but wonât ever speak their names. Realistic means theyâll be lost in years worth of explanations for the unexplainable.Â
âIâll remember you.â
Itâs not enough. It never will be. But itâs all heâs got.Â
â tell me weâll never get used to it. â
Siken Starters: (Accepting)
âI wonât.â
Itâs murmured warm against her lips in a kiss that he restrains with heels dug into the floor, and hands against her soft skin. Heâll never get used to this, to the joy of being able to touch her, to taste her laughter on his lips.Â
Jessica is everything he dreamed of and then some.Â
He wants this feeling to last forever.Â
everyone else believes in you. why shouldnât you?
Critical Role Starters: (Accepting)
âYouâre incredible, you know that?â
He means it with no ulterior motive, no need to get anything from it. (He wouldnât turn down a kiss, sheâs beautiful and sheâs sweet, but heâs not going to risk their friendship for it.)
âThank you.â
He tugs her against his side, bending down to press a kiss to the crown of her hair.
âFor everything.â