#lucy's crack

[all-or-nothing-baby]

Dean: Cas, I luck

Dean: I lurk

Dean: I lard

Dean: I lullab-

Cas: *full-body-eye-roll* YES, I GET IT, DEAN. You love Taylor Swift. Sam and I already know and it's O-KAY.

Dean: *passes out from the strain and disappointment of yet another failed love confession*

Sam: ...aaaaand today was not the day.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

Derek: Stiles, do you want a Hot Pocket™...?

Stiles: But you hate those things, Der.

Derek: *hovering by the microwave* I didn't say I was having one; I asked if you wanted one.

Stiles: Well... is it a euphemism for something sexy? *salaciously flicks eyebrows*

Derek:

Derek: What the hell could that even mean, Stiles?

Stiles: *looks up hot pocket on urbandictionary.com*

Stiles: Nevermind. I'll make my own vagina.

Derek: *runs to Canada smashing his head through every brick wall he passes*

[all-or-nothing-baby]

John: *making tea*

John: Sherlock, do you want sugar?

Sherlock:

Sherlock:

Sherlock:

John: Fuck it...

John: *kisses Sherlock*

Sherlock: Not today thank you, John. Apparently I'm sweet enough.

John: Fucker.