Imagine one of your OTP calling the other the “strong, sensitive, murdering type” ft ranbrose. ~
Randy found himself lost in a trance as he glanced at Dean who was in mid-swig with his beer at the bar. The environment was loud; people were singing and bumping into the two. But somehow Randy was only able to focus on Dean even in his drunken state.
Dean was really the only thing Randy actually could focus on.
Finally Dean placed his beer back onto the bar and noticed that Randy was staring at him, so he locked eye contact and furrowed his brows.
"Come on, do I got somethin' on my face or what?" Dean asked.
Randy chuckled. "Nah, you're fine."
Dean shrugged and let his eyes linger on Randy for a bit longer than they should before he ordered another drink.
"If someone ever asked me to explain my boyfriend to them and you weren't around, what would I say. Should I tell ‘em that you're known as the lunatic fringe on TV? That you're afraid of horror moves? Or that you have some crazy adorable bedhead? Would they want to know about how soft your skin is after you shower? Maybe I'd tell them how sweet you really are off of TV. But I would brag about how only I get to be with you and they don't." Randy babbled, he'd clearly had one too many and he was completely fixated on Dean.
Dean, who was able to handle his liquor, rolled his eyes. "You'd tell them that your boyfriend is a bad ass, handsome dude that would rip their head off for even talking to you."
"Yeah. I think I would tell them that you're like the strong, sensitive... Murdering type." Randy grinned.
Dean grinned, he liked that. "Yeah? I am, aren't I."
"Sometimes I wonder why you never murdered me." Randy spoke before sipping his drink.
"You act like I murder people on the daily... It was only once, and it was a dream. I swear. But if I was a murderer I think I would spare your life. Maybe I'd kidnap you and hold you hostage." Dean spoke, tapping his fingers along the bar.
"Use me for your own personal pleasure?" Randy smirked.
started as something i didn't think i'd publish, hence the horrible grammar. & i'm just lazy. i find things that aren't all capitalized and grammatically correct easier to read. i dunno. this is kinda dumb but whatevs.
‘the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear’ au for ranbrose, because ya know randy doesn't like pants...
cacklesnicely deanambroseofficial
"are you fuckin' serious?!" dean groans for probably the hundredth time as he hugs his arms tightly against his chest. it's three in the morning and some asshole triggered the campus's fire alarms.
he walks to the back of the main field and lifts his gaze to lock eyes with a familiar face who he quickly recognizes as the guy in the room next to his; the one he might have a stupid little crush on. he lets his eyes wander down the others body and realizes the poor guy is only in his damn underwear.
he must stare for too long because the guy stops a few feet in front of him, throwing his arms out to his sides dramatically, "yes i'm in my god damn underwear! i was asleep! do you mind?!"
dean's taken back by the sudden outburst. he wasn't staring at him because he's in his underwear, he was staring at him because he has these beautiful abs that almost glisten in the moonlight and his freakin' thighs are like heaven. then there's those dark tattoos that cover his arms and it's kind of like dean's still sleeping and stuck in a dream.
the guy stands a few feet away from dean, wrapping his arms around his chest and shivering like crazy. dean looks down at himself in his sweatpants and thermal hoodie, rolling his eyes when he starts to feel a little bad for the other guy.
if it were any other guy he'd probably just laugh and tell him how stupid he is for not taking the extra three seconds to throw on some pants or a shirt. but this is his crush, the guy he'd silently admired almost every morning when they both get their coffee in the morning. something about him makes dean feel all tingly and shy inside.
"this is ridiculous, dammit." the other guys mumbles, his teeth chattering with every word.
"ah, fuck... here ya' go." dean whines, tearing off his hoodie and handing it to the him.
the guy takes the hoodie with no hesitation, tugging it over his head. he looks a little silly in dean's sweatshirt and his underwear. but it works.
"thank you, thank you so much. it's so warm!" he says, pulling the hood over his head and snuggling his face against it. then there's a long silence that follows that gets a bit awkward. "i'm randy." he extends his hand.
"dean." dean replies, starting to get a little shiver down his spine now that he doesn't have his hoodie to keep him warm. he kind of wants to throw the idea of maybe hugging for warmth but he's not that kind of guy and he doesn't wanna' scare randy away already.
"i guess from now on i should have a set of backup clothes by my bed just in case this ever happens again... we're all just lucky i at least got into my boxers." randy jokes, loosening up a little bit.
dean chuckles, and a thought runs through his head making him kind of curious about what might have happened if randy hadn't made it into his boxers in time.
"yeah - uh, sorry about yelling at you... i was just frustrated and every single person has looked at me like i got two heads... i can't be the only guy out here in his damn underwear!" he searches through the crowd but it looks like every other person was well prepared for the fire alarms to go off tonight.
"yeah well it is kind of a distraction" dean mumbles.
randy glances at him, "what? you've never seen a dude in his boxers?!"
"never seen one with a body like that." dean blurts out.
"oh." randy's quiet for a few seconds but there's a smug grin that grows on his face.
there's a little silence that's broken up by the crowd of students herding back into the building. dean's a little thankful because he just made his conversation with randy a bit awkward and this is an easy escape.
"well, seeya." dean says before strolling towards the building.
"what about your hoodie?!" randy shouts after him.
"find me in the morning." dean shouts back, liking the idea of seeing randy again. and he's already thinking of pulling the fire alarm tomorrow night around the same time and kind of hoping th
