OH HELL YES, I finally get a break. I'm so happy, I am going to CRY. I've been waking up at 4 A.M. for the past three weeks because I got the shit morning shift interning.

Anyway, first thing I did on my day off-- HIMYM marathon, what uuuuup! Barney, NPH, Barney, how much do I love you? THIS MUCH. YES.

Oh, and those drabbles from here? I finally got around to doing them! All exactly 100 words, yay!

Sam/Dean, prison cell for nomelon

Sam presses Dean against the cold metal bars of the cell, eyes dark. Black.

“Sammy,” Dean says, voice hoarse. “Nice of you to pay me a visit.” Blood forms on the cracks on his lips as he smiles.

Sam leans in, whispers against his ear, “I could let you go right now, Dean.”

“Of course you can, demon king,” Dean laughs. It’s a horrible sound.

“Just tell me what the angels are planning,” Sam says, hand snaking down to cup the bulge in his jeans. Dean gasps, arches. Sam smiles.

Dean would never tell, but at least Sam gets this.

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J2, that Beyonce Single Ladies song for hkath

Jared eats the last slice.

“Dude,” Jensen says when he comes back from the bathroom. “That was on my side of the box.”

Jared swallows. “If you liked it then you should’a put a ring on it,” he says, then burps.

“I should’ve put a ring on my pizza?” Jensen asks.

“Yes,” Jared answers. Jensen rolls his eyes, flops down beside him.

Jared nudges him with his elbow. “Don’t feel bad, you still got me,” he grins, and wriggles his fingers at Jensen’s face. The gold band on one of them glints in the light.

Jensen can’t really help smiling.

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J2, sugar high for pez_gurl

Sometimes it’s Jensen who craves the sweets, and that’s fine, except Jensen doesn’t keep his own candy stash and so mostly on those days he raids Jared’s.

“JENSEN,” Jared calls when finds that his Twix stock is out. Jared hears him running up the stairs, and almost crashes into Jared on his way in.

“Yeah?” he says, breathless.

“Dude, how much Twix have you had?”

“Not eight,” Jensen replies too quickly, heel bouncing.

“That was my--“ Only Jared doesn’t finish, because Jensen is kissing him suddenly. “Sorry,” he says against Jared’s lips. He tastes like chocolate.

Jared forgives him.

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J2. Pancakes for hd_obsession

Jared wakes up to an empty bed and finds Jensen in the kitchen, flipping a pancake.

“Really?” Jared says from the dining table, and Jensen jumps about a foot in the air.

“I think you gave me a stroke,” Jensen says once he’s recovered.

Jared’s still laughing. “And yet you’re still making pancakes,” he comments. “At one in the morning.”

Jensen shrugs. “It was either this or leftover Chinese.”

“Hmm,” Jared concedes. He grabs the bottle of maple syrup and sits as Jensen sets the plate down.

He watches Jensen eat, chin in hand.

They go back to bed together.

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RuHana, velleity for lysythe

Rukawa isn’t used to this. He frowns at it, turns it over in his head, and runs his bike into more cars than usual.

Because Rukawa always gets what he wants. He shoots 3-pointers perfectly and gets his team into the finals and wins. It’s usually easy.

But what he wants right now is to taste Sakuragi’s skin, and Rukawa doesn’t know how to go about that. He watches as the other player runs around court, all clean sweat and adrenaline.
He watches and presses his hands harder into the ball.

He wishes it were as easy as everything else.

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