meet-cute

"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.” There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up. “Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles...what are you doing right now?” *** Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work. Partly because their visit was a complete surprise. But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend. Or even know who Derek was. But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

“Could I get a name for the order?” Marlene asked. “Serious,” the man replied. “Like the star,” he clarified, and Remus mentally scratched out 'Serious' and rewrote 'Sirius' in his head. “The… star?” Marlene asked, her pen hovering over the cup as she hesitated. “S-I-R-I-U-S,” Remus said. He stocked croissants into the display case, not looking up. “The Dog Star,” he added, “brightest star in the sky, actually. Visible from both hemispheres.” When he looked over, the man– Sirius– seemed surprised, his eyebrows raised as Remus spoke, and when Remus finished, he blinked a few times before smiling lopsidedly. “Er– yeah,” he breathed a laugh. “That.” There was a baby on his hip. Somehow, it had taken Remus a second glance to notice that. --- Or, Remus works as a barista and Sirius comes in every morning with the world's cutest baby, and man, these two just wrote the book on mutual pining, huh?

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist. Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope. He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles. “I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

The instant he turned to dash into the fight, Liu Qingge froze as he saw Not Shen Qingqiu standing coolly over one unconscious thug, guqin in both hands and still in a pose that clearly showed he had, in fact, just bludgeoned someone with the end of his guqin. Not Shen Qingqiu smirked and tilted his head back cockily.---LQG finds SY running away from a sticky situation and brings him back to Cang Qiong in hopes that he can keep the man from getting himself mugged. SY is just relieved he doesn’t have to pretend to be a girl anymore.

Sapnap: Damn, even I think that is one dry-ass trending descriptionSapnap: How much do you get paid to write those again?George: none. this is an unpaid internship and I hate it here. -- Or: in which George is the Twitter Description Man, and Dream is the perpetually-trending Minecraft youtuber he has a love-hate relationship with.

Steve Harrington doesn't have time to date. In fact, between working multiple part-time jobs and raising two rambunctious and poorly-behaved preteens, he doesn't have time for much of anything. And it's fine. He's fine. He's having an absolutely awesome time slinging ice cream, sorting DVDs, and dodging questions from his friends and family about his love life. That is, of course, until the twins come to him with a simple request: go to Parents Night and sign them up for Mr. Munson's Dungeons and Dragons club. ---Or, the one where Steve is a tired and overworked DILF who may or may not be smitten with his kids' seventh grade English teacher. Featuring: busted old Hondas, milkshakes as an intricate mating ritual, twelve year-old wingmen, and the worst flirting you've ever seen in your life.

Aziraphale's car breaks down so he takes it to the first mechanic he can find. From there, his mundane life changes drastically as he finds himself befriending the man fixing his car.

“I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?” “Someone who’s watching you live on TV,” Bucky tells him as the tiny patriotic figure on the screen takes the turns like he instructed. Bucky should probably be a lot more freaked out about this, but honestly? After a tour in the Middle East and six years as a nurse in New York, even this isn’t enough to ruffle him. One sees a lot of shit in the ER. “Also, you better hang up now, that thing is behind the next bend.” “Uh, okay,” Captain America says. “Thanks?” “Whatever,” Bucky says, disconnects the call and turns the TV off to get ready for his shift.

Jisung cleared his throat, a sudden feeling of embarrassment coming over him. He stared at the paper cup in his hands as he spoke. "So you're really nice and all, and your cocoa is amazing, but the whole lip thing— I can see you staring when I talk and I just wanted to say it's kind of uncom-" "Uh sorry, strange question, but could you look up at me?" Minho suddenly asked. "I need to read your lips or else I can't really understand what you're saying." aka Jisung asks barista Minho to stop staring at his lips, not realizing Minho is deaf, and kind of has to.Minho thinks Jisung's lips are pretty

Opened up a new prompts inbox request on my Tumblr (jotaros-massive-tiddies) that will be accepting prompts till 09:00 AM CET tomorrow! If any of yall wanna make a request, send it over in my inbox on Tumblr!Edit: Request prompts are closed! I will only be posting the ones I've currently got in my drafts, amd am aiming to have finished them all by the end of Jan! Thank you all so much for a wonderful 2019 and I hope everyone will have an amazing 2020!!---Smut: 19. I thought we could do a little more than kissing.---Edit: I EwNasty have not given my permission for my work to be posted on any third-party website or app such as Fanfic Pocket.

When the Avengers had briefed him on Deadpool, they played up the Kills People for Money and Has No Real Morals angle and left out the Is Pretty Damn Funny and Charming in a Weird, Terrifying Sort of Way part. Or, five times they meet on rooftops plus one time they take it to the streets* (*with apologies to The Doobie Brothers).

Weddings are meant to be for the sake of romance. And for hopeless romantic Miles Edgeworth, they are the closest he's able to really get. That is, until a young baker seems to invade every corner of his life and his little black wedding planner's book.

Steve Harrington never planned for Eddie Munson. Steve was supposed to marry his high school sweetheart, have 2.5 children, and take over the family business. He was supposed to live a blissful life on a nondescript cul-de-sac, complete with a white picket fence and a closet full of tasteful polo shirts. He was supposed to make a graceful transition between being the golden boy and being the American Dream. Mediocrity was what destiny had designed for Steve. Reality had other plans. (Or, Steve and Eddie, against all odds, fall in love)

A whole collection of drabbles + fics crossposted from my tumblr that sit at around 300 - 1.5k each (hopefully longer in the future). I'll be periodically updating this here! Expect a ton more for Albedo, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Venti, and Xiao.--Latest Update:Heart(h) Aglow - Albedo

Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.” Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were. “Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”

Derek Hale, Heir Prince of Betonia and Italy, meets Stiles Stilinski, college boy.

"(Was it wrong for him to hope that he'd be kind to him? Was it wrong to hope for a semblance of gentleness from a man known for his cruelty on and off the battlefield?)" Kim Dokja has spent the past 6 months as an imperial concubine to the Noble Emperor Yoo with little fanfare, spending his days reading and devouring every single book in the royal library. Until one day he is summoned to serve in bed. (And he realizes that he would do anything to make sure that Emperor Yoo Joonghyuk will always be safe, even at the expense of himself) [Not realizing that the feelings are mutual]

“I’m so, so sorry,” the man continued, wiping a bead of sweat from the side of his temple with the sleeve of his faded Blondie t-shirt. He wore ripped black jeans and black and white Chuck Taylors and had his own messy curls, just like the baby. “I had no idea Teddy would be such a handsy little fucker at these story times, but he’s always grabbing… fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say fuck in the children’s room. Shit, I did it again, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”***After James and Lily died, Sirius Black's therapist told him not to date for a year. And that's just as well. He's got a 13-month-old baby now and quite enough to deal with, thanks. But the nosy neighbors in his building keep trying to set him up and won't take no for an answer. Enter Remus Lupin, another single dad who pretends to be Sirius's boyfriend, just to get the old lady brigade off his back and nothing more. Nothing more at all.***Wolfstar Bingo Prompt: Fake Dating (free space)

What if Arcane was a lesbian meet cute instead of a heartbreaking start of darkness? Well, it'd probably be trite nonsense compared to the goddam masterpiece we got, but at least they'd be happy.

Hoseok rescues a kitty in a summer storm.Thanks to some weird magic, Yoongi is that kitty. In a tiny apartment full of plants and moonlight, a simple, aching happiness blooms. But with what Jungkook knows, how long can the happiness last?

“Babe?” She called his attention back to her, and his eyes snapped to hers instantly. He must look feral. He feels feral. “Let’s go home. I’ve had a long day, and want nothing more than a bath and pizza. And a back rub.” - Sometimes you just need your neighbor to pretend to be in a relationship with you. Repeatedly.

Wei WuXian looks up to see a beautiful man in flowing white robes, his hair half down and cascading over his shoulders. He dearly wishes to paint this man. He stares for perhaps too long. The man's expression shifts minutely, and Wei WuXian senses danger. He is definitely not supposed to be here. “Ah, Gege!” He calls, panicking, trying to squirm out of the man's grasp to no avail. He's going to revisit this casual display of strength later tonight, in his bed, and maybe fantasize about being thrown around a little. For now, he needs to get out of here in one piece. OR Wei WuXian has a bone to pick with the Emperor, and somehow ends up his portrait painter instead. Oh, and he sells erotic art on the side. It turns out as well as anyone can expect.

“Uncle Barry,” Wally said in a tight voice. His eyes betrayed his concern, in more ways than one, when they flicked over to the other occupant of his bed. The only thing visible of him was a halo of long dark hair and the top of his head. If Wally hadn’t looked at him, Barry might very well have missed it entirely, which would have given Wally time to come up with what he was going to say. If. “If” was the operative word.

Derek is having a bad day and breaks down on a stranger's doorstep.Stiles is the stranger. He really doesn't mind.Also, there's a cat.

Steve Rogers isn't really quite sure what is going on, because one moment he's feeding Clint's dog a treat and the next the hottest guy he's ever seen is wiping blood from his mouth and accusing him of tasting bad. (OR: The one where Bucky is a vampire and Steve is anemic)

Luo Binghe is a man with the world at his feet. After clawing his way from nothing to prosperity, he revels in the success and power he has gained. There is nothing that is beyond his reach, anything he desires is at his beck and call. He's proved wrong when he meets Shen Yuan, the warm-hearted school teacher who seems to be the only person in the world who Luo Binghe set his eye on who wouldn't bend over backwards for him or swoon into his arms. What's up with that?

You’re not sure how you, a popular late night radio DJ from the aughts, deserved to be cast in the fiery pits of Hell with a capital H, but here you are. And because the universe is playing a running gag reel on even your afterlife, you find yourself the focus of an avid fan of your segments back when you were topside in the land of the living and he was tuning in from Hell. Who knew the damned (and damned good looking) could pick up FM radio all the way down here? Too bad your domineering boss is in a vicious, decades-long rivalry with the guy.

Dr Hannibal Lecter, Chesapeak Ripper and Serial Killer owned a Bentley. Used said Bentley to cart around the bodies of his victims and had thus far been uncaught. Of course that is if you didn’t count Will Graham, profiler and FBI Criminal Psychology Professor, discovering him when he was hiding a corpse of his own. Fake Dating au because they need an alibi for murder.

Part One: Clarke and Bellamy and the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle. Part Two: Bellamy has been tense and Clarke decides the best way for him to relieve stress is by giving him a massage. Part Three: Snapchat. (A collection of tumblr prompt fics.)

Ghost didn't like to dwell on the past. Whatever happened, happened. He left Manchester, covered his face, took a new name. To him, it was little more than moving on from the past, from all the blood and gore of his family life. But then on some bleary, Tuesday morning, you somehow stand before him: his ex from before he was Ghost.

Steve was supposed to be in Berlin with his best friend Robin, not wandering around looking for a coffee shop, not speaking a lick of German. Steve definitely wasn't supposed to take the only open seat next to a beautiful, mysterious (sexy), and slightly pissed stranger at said coffee shop who cannot believe Steve wasn't angling for an autograph from him, which Steve definitely isn't, because Steve has no idea who he is... yet. (OR Rock Star AU - in which Eddie Munson is a famous grunge/alt/metal band frontman and Steve is as clueless as we'd all expect. hi-jinx and love ensue.)

A love story of villainous proportions. Though it hadn't come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Bucky is on the worst date of his life, and what he really needs of for this waitress to get the message he's sending her with his mind to rescue him.She doesn't, but she does send someone to extract him from a night of torture...