#don't hate please

[when-will-they-interact]

Uhhh, maybe number 10?

10- “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!”

 Saturday morning dawned on Virgil Storm like most other mornings, with bright beams of sunlight falling onto his face at ass o’clock in the morning. Wait. No. He had massive curtains that didn’t really let the sun through, and most mornings he woke to a dark room and the annoyance that was his alarm clock. Virgil groaned, pulling his covers over his face. Of course. That guy he’d brought home last night must have woken up earlier and opened the curtains like a normal person. He was just about to roll over and go back to sleep when a muttered “fuck” from the kitchen caught his attention. So the guy was still here. And judging by the smell, he was trying to make breakfast. Virgil sighed a little on the inside but gave in to fate and got up. He looked around for some clothes, and eventually just tugged on a pair of sweatpants, seeing as the rest of his clothes seemed to have disappeared.

So dressed, Virgil wandered out of his room to find a sight that was just a little too endearingly domestic. The guy- Logan, if Virgil recalled- was setting out two plates of jam-covered toast accompanied by eggs and a massive cup of coffee. His hair was still a tad wild, and he had managed to find Virgil’s favorite hoodie. Virgil’s hand knocked against the wall, causing Logan to look up.

 “Oh, hello. I made breakfast, I hope you don’t mind.”

 “Even I’m not grumpy enough to complain about a hot guy making me good food and caffeine.” Virgil quirked his lips up just a smidge.

 “Well, you might not be so happy when you see the behind the scenes.” Logan replied, shoving his glasses a little further up his nose.

 “…what, exactly, does that mean?” Virgil’s mind was already racing through the worst case scenarios.

 “Er, it’s easier to just show you.” With that, Logan turned and walked back into the kitchen. An apprehensive Virgil followed. A beat of silence ensued.

  “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!” Virgil was lucky the walls were thick here. If not, the neighbors would likely have started banging on the roof with brooms to shut him up right about now.

 “It’s actually quite a funny story, you see, I woke up this morning and tripped on your laundry basket -which was overflowing, to be honest- on my way to the restroom, and so I thought maybe I could just toss my clothes along with yours in the wash, you know, a quid pro quo, so I grabbed the laundry basket and looked for your washing machine, and then I went hunting for the detergent, which I thought I found, because that’s what the thing said, but apparently you keep paint in a detergent container, which I discovered after I tried to use it, so I put everything back in the basket and brought it to the kitchen because I thought I’d try washing them in the sink, and while that was happening I thought if I made you breakfast you might be less mad, and because I was multitasking the washing and the cooking I wasn’t as quick to get to the pot and the bacon caught fire and I panicked and flipped it into the sink to get it underwater but I forgot about the clothes and so those caught fire too and when I finally put the fire out I realized maybe I should just avoid the laundry for a bit and made breakfast and, well, the rest is history.” He somehow managed to deliver the whole tale without drawing breath.

 Virgil stared at the guy, then at his smoldering pile of bright green clothes, then back at the guy, and promptly died of laughter. He was bent full at the waist, gasping for breath, unable to give a coherent response to Logan’s concerned inquiry as to whether or not he was all right.

 “Oh- my- fucking- God- I- oh- fuckin- that’s- you- “ he was completely at a loss for words,

 Still laughing his head off, he stumbled back towards his bedroom, fumbling for his phone to tell his friends the story. This was something even Remus couldn’t top.

  The story was typed with shaking hands and sent into the group chat, most of whom were actually still asleep. That done, Virgil sat down on the bed, still shaking from mild bouts of laughter. Logan was standing in the doorway looking bemused at the reaction.

 “I can buy you new clothes?” he offered tentatively. “And a proper paint container?”

 Virgil had been about to answer the first question when the second set him right off again. Logan finally started to smile as well, the humor catching up to him. In another two minutes both of them were laughing so hard their sides hurt, clutching each other to avoid falling over. Every time it got better, they’d catch the other’s eye and it’d all start over again. Finally, after a good fifteen minutes of this, they’d both calmed down enough to make their way to the table to eat that breakfast that had come from such wild origins. It was about now that Virgil finally realized something about the story.

 “Son of a-“ he reached for his phone again, dialing Remus’ number. “Pick up, pick up, pi- Remus!!!”

 “V? It’s way before time to wake up, what the fuck do you want?”

 “Paint?? In my detergent??? Really??”

 “You got me. One of my better ones, if I say so myself. I can hear you getting ready to yell at me on that end of the line, so I’m gonna hang up now. Ta!”

 Virgil lowered his phone from his ear, glaring at the screen. He looked up to see Logan, once again looking confused.

 “A friend of mine, they’re a prankster of sorts, thought it’d be funny to put paint in the detergent. I swear that typically I actually have detergent in there.” Virgil explained.

 “Ah. Still, my offer to buy you new ones stands.”

 “Nah. I can get more clothes. You could just buy me dinner.”

 Logan’s eyebrows raised.

 Virgil, overthinker that he is, immediately backtracked. “I mean, only if you want to. No pressure or anything- I’ll jus-“

 “I’d love to buy you dinner. When are you free?”

 That’s how it started. And the rest, as Roman said, reading his best man speech 3 years later, was history.  

[littlebird-99]

Come To Me My Angel

Dean X Cas

Destiel fic

Warnings: Language and Fluff

Summary: A day at the lake is a much needed vacation for the guys, and soon, a dare from Sam leads Dean and Cas to finally talk. 

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"Cas, come on, we're going swimming" Dean mutters, Sam had decided they were all gonna take a day, and go swimming at the beach. Well, rather a lake. No idea why Sam had chosen today, but Dean would go along for the ride, just to watch them all, well... mostly the Angel.

Cas shakes his head, "I'm not going" he groaned, glaring. Dean raised a brow, "um, if I have to go, you're going" he stated. He glanced at the angel, shaking his head softly. 

"I don't want to go, Dean, the last time I walked into the water, was when I let the leviathans out, I'm not going into the water" the angel stated, glaring at Dean. He hated begging people, but he would beg Cas, he wanted Cas to get over his fear of the water.

"Dude... Cas, c'mon please just come with us, the lakes not bad, the leviathans aren't here, they're all in purgatory, please come with us" he says. 

Cas looked up at Dean, groaning lightly, before he nodded, "fine..  only because of you Dean" he smiled. Dean felt his heart quicken at the words but nodded, "get your swimsuit, and meet us at the car" he says before quickly turning and walking to his room. 

~~At the Lake~~

Dean glanced around the lake, shaking his head, thankful that no one else was there to stare at his angel. Um.. well, not his actually. And he wouldn't be his until he says something, but, knowing himself, he'd never say anything.

Sam laughed, shaking his head as he moved, laying his blanket down, and getting his book out.

"Dude, seriously? You're not gonna get in.. in the... um" he stopped talking as Cas took the trenchcoat off, his eyes scan the Angel's body, biting his lip as the shirt underneath showed off the muscles Cas hides behind the trenchcoat. 

Sam laughs loudly, shaking his head, "dude, you're head over he--" "fuck off" he growled, taking his own shirt off before he moved for the water. He shakes his head and walked for the boat dock, before walking in the water to get away from his brother, and the hot angel who was currently taking his shirt off. 

He swam pretty far out to the lake, and just laid on his back, floating as he started thinking. There's no way he could tell Cas about his feelings, no bloody way, the angel wouldn't understand it. 

He glanced back at Cas who was just sitting in the shallower end, biting his lip gently he glanced the angel over, shaking his head of his thoughts quickly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

He swam over and stood near the angel, before sitting down. "Are you happy you came now? The waters nice and cool" he said softly. “Come deeper in the water now, please, the leviathans are gone, I swear," he promised the angel.

Cas shrugged, "its nice," he says lightly. He moved deeper down, and froze, feeling something touch his leg, "Dean.." he says, "something touched my foot," he says. He looked back at Dean, raising a brow wondering why he hadn't moved to save him.

Dean rolled his eyes, "it's just a fish, you're fine" he stated, watching the angel with a small smile. Cas nodded, and stayed moving sitting in the water. Dean wouldn't have saved him over something as stupid as a fish.

Sam had stayed out of the water, just wanting to be outside and read, but soon he sat the book down and watched his brother and the angel, "dude, just tell him idiot" he muttered under his breath, watching the looks his brother would give him. He shakes his head before he packed his stuff, this was all just a plan to get those two out of the bunker so he could hang out with Eileen. He packed his stuff, and quickly left the two lovesick idiots behind, he moved and got in the car, driving away and back for the bunker. 

Dean heard the car and turned, groaning, "dammit Sammy," He groaned, looking down at his hands, he chewed at his cheek thinking as he watched Cas. He moved and started swimming trying to clear his head and figure out if he should say anything. So, he kept swimming, keeping his thoughts for himself.

After a while of swimming,  or after his arms started to get tired, he went back and sat on the dock, watching Cas sit in the water, glad that he was actually in the water. 

Cas started freaking out, Dean glanced at him wondering what he was freaking out about but he figured it out. 

"Cas, you just have to stand up, it's not very deep" he said gently, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. 

"Dean… why.." he started, biting his lip, "why do you not save me?" The angel asked him. 

Dean froze, glancing at the angel, before he moved forward quickly. Now was his chance. 

He picked the angel up, shaking his head, "I am so sorry, Cas, I was an asshole. But I'm here okay" He says, "I will look after you for the rest of my life" he says. 

The angel grinned, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck, looking up at him, his smile reaching his eyes, making Dean question what had just happened. 

"My hero" he grinned, before it clicked with Dean. "I hate you…" he muttered, setting him down quickly and moving away from him. 

"Dean, hey Sam made me alright, I'm sorry" he moved and caught Dean's arm, pulling him back. He wrapped his arms around him, looking up at him. "Sam dared me too, I knew about the lake day, and I know how to swim and stuff Dean. Sam told me how you felt." 

"He dared.. he dared you to drown?" He asked, "in a foot of water. Cas, you're like 5 foot 11, you can't drown in a foot of water!" He growled.

Cas shakes his head, "you just found out that i know you like me, and you're freaking out about me drowning, seriously?" He asked.

Dean groaned, "I'm gonna kill him…" he stated, he went on to say more, but felt a pair of lips brush against his, "maybe after I thank him.." he muttered.

He moved closer to Cas, pressing his lips to his with a smile, he kissed Cas gently, holding the Angel close to him before pulling way, he rested his forehead against Cas' staying still with his eyes closed.

"Yes Cas… I like you, I'd be stupid not to, have you seen yourself? Or the pull between us, or is that just me" he says, "god I really do like you, and I know its stupid, because you're an angel and don't understand feelings, and all, but g-" 

"Shut up and kiss me again stupid" Cas says, making Dean pull away, looking down at his blue eyed Angel, "did you just.. you just called me stupid" he says. 

Cas laughed and pulled Dean back down, kissing him again, deepening it once Dean started to kiss back. He pulled away once more, smiling softly, before he pulled away fully and jumped back into the water, swimming away, "I can swim, I'm awesome at it." He laughed. 

Dean laughed, throwing his head back before following Cas into the water, swimming after him. "Come back to me my angel" he grinned, finally happy to call him his angel. 

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@donnaintx

[too-deep-fried]

@stinky-worm-boi asked me to do this, don't kill me please

[annexphilliprewritethestars]

Anne and Phillip being parents:

Anne never thought about having children, but seeing Phillip play around with the Barnum girls changes her mind

Phillip holding his daughter for the first time with tears in his eyes because he just can’t believe they’ve created such a wonderful human being

Phillip being all protective and Anne finding it adorable at first, until she isn’t even allowed to take the baby out on her own (which ends up in a ‘fight’ with Phillip being terribly sorry and Anne saying that it’s her child as well, but they kiss and make up ^^)

The child being just as acrobatic and daring as Anne when she gets older and Phillip now has two girls flying in the air, which he swears it’s gonna be his death

PT and Charity being the best babysitters ever, along with their girls of course who start dressing the little one with doll clothes

Lettie insist that when she gets older she’ll be the one the girl goes to for advice (but before the little girl can even talk, Lettie already gives her advice whether she wants/needs it or not and every time Lettie comes over Anne rolls her eyes, but secretly loves it)

Phillip insist on giving the child the name of Anne’s  deceased mother, Anne is touched by this idea and his persistence

Anne spinning her girl around in the circus, Phillip looking a little bit dismayed but sees that they are having so much fun that soon they spin around all three of them holding hands

One night, the baby is still little he finds an empty bed when he gets home from working late and he starts to worry, but when he goes to the nursery he finds Anne cuddled up on a soft pink carpet, holding their baby’s hand through the craddle and it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. He grabs a blanket and settles himself lying on the carpet next to his wife, snuggling the night away with the feeling that he’s the lukiest guy in the world.

[spectacularlyignorantt]

I know im gonna sound like I’m defending them and i’m not. God i feel so betrayed. I’m still crying tbh. But listen to me. Why ACD wrote ‘The Final Problem’? Really, remember, why? Because he couldn’t tell the story he wanted. He killed Sherlock (Holmes) because of that. What if Mofftiss went through the same situation? Because really guys, it doesn’t make sense. TAB speak for itself. So maybe, just maybe, that’s the reason why they made so many mistakes. So many plot’s holes. That’s why they made a wrong final problem. This isn’t even about Johnlock anymore. The plot is just bad, wrong, inconsistent.

Or maybe i loved Sherlock and Mofftiss for so long that i can’t think wrong about them. But it really doesn’t make sense.

[rougeraven]

My first attempt at mccree for @beetleqore it's not very good but that's b/c it's really late at night and I'm really tired but I hope you like it

[when-will-they-interact]

How about #8?

(You're doing lovely work!!)

8- “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

Virgil woke to the sound of machines. That wasn’t normal. The clothes he was wearing also felt unfamiliar. He forced his eyes open to get a look, and found his best friend flopped in a chair, glasses askew, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he snored softly. Virgil quirked a grin. Logan would likely kill him if he said it, but he looked adorable when he slept. The smile quickly disappeared, however, when he took in the rest of his surroundings. What the fuck am I doing in a hospital? As though he heard Virgil’s thoughts, Logan chose that moment to wake up.

“Virgil? Oh good, you’re awake. You had us quite worried. Give me a moment to call the doctor, then I’ll fill you in.” Logan was on his feet and hitting the button before he finished speaking.

“Good to see you too. Now can we talk?”

“Yes. Of course. What is the last thing you remember?”

“The… the supply cabinet at Roman’s bakery. I was getting some flour… Doesn’t explain how I ended up here.”

“That makes sense. Roman heard a crash from back there and went to go see and found you out on the floor and several bags of flour with you. Given that you were reaching for it, I think it’s safe to say you caused the flour to knock you out.”

Virgil sputtered for a bit. Knocked out! And by bags of flour, no less. Roman was never gonna let him live it down. It also explained the splitting headache he had. A knock at the door caused the two to look up and see the doctor, who looked rather worn but still upbeat.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Picani. Your fiancé brought you in just an hour ago. He said you got knocked out by uh… actually he didn’t quite know. Can you fill us in?”

Virgil grimaced. Great. Someone else to tell about the flour.

“Oh, he just told me now, he slipped on something and hit his head on the shelves.” Logan piped up. Virgil shot him a look of gratitude. Logan wasn’t his best friend for nothing. Well, actually, he was his best friend because they’d both had time out together in kindergarten, but that was irrelevant.

“I see. And how are you feeling now, Mr. Storm?”

“I’ve got a hell of a headache but other than that, I’m fine. Just peachy.”

“Right. We’ll be getting you some pain meds in a minute. Congratulations by the way.”

“Congratulations? For what?”

“The engagement.” And with that Dr. Picani was gone again.

Virgil slowly turned to face Logan, who was pointedly looking anywhere but at Virgil.

“Fiancé?”

“I had to get them to let me stay somehow! And it would be too easy to figure out we’re not married! Or related! It was the best option!” Logan was quick to defend himself.

Virgil snorted. “Okay, sure. Bigger fish to fry, however. Is Roman gonna make me pay for the flour?”

Logan blinked owlishly at him, likely suffering mild whiplash from the rapid change in topic. “Er, no, I don’t think so?”

“Hmm,” Virgil leaned back against the pillows, “do you think I can make him cover my medical bill because it was his bakery?”

“Now that,” Logan said, grinning, “is a brilliant question. I’ll ask Jan.”

“I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

“I can’t believe you’re still stuck on that.”

“Is that identity fraud?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m so telling Roman.”

“Do that and I’ll tell him how you really got knocked out.”

“You wouldn’t.” Virgil gasped dramatically, hand pressed to his chest.

“Oh but I would… darling.”

Virgil was struck speechless for a good 3 minutes.