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"Y'know, what is up with the whole biting of the abdominal muscle crap anyway?  I mean, how even do you like, get your jaws to like, open and clamp…?" Stiles asked, trailing off and using his curled fingers to prod at his stomach in lieu of a werewolf's mouth. Derek gave him one of those patented what the fuck Stiles? glares before turning back to the tv screen.  He uselessly pressed buttons on his controller, trying to unpause the game but as Stiles was the one who had paused it in the first place his efforts were a no go.  He sighed, dropping his controller, and Stiles takes a moment to wonder when his life got so strange that it's to

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.  But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." Dean had nearly been asleep in the high branches of a non-living tree when Cas's voice roused him.  He lifted his head from the angel's shoulder, not even bothering to fake embarrassment anymore, he'd rather lose his claim to manliness than become separated from his only tie to reality. "Are you quoting poetry at me while I sleep?" he asked, attempting to stretch his limbs without falling from the branches. Cas turned his face to Dean's, his eyes luminous in the everlasting moonlight.  "I have promises to keep,

It had been one hell of a night and I feel the baby panda crying in the backseat of my Prius was proof of that. "They're gaining on us!" Michelle screamed.  I'd always referred to her as my partner in crime but the flashing red and blue lights filling my car turned that joke into a funny aneurism - y'know, you make a joke about an aneurism and it's pretty hilarious until somebody has one. "I can see that they're gaining on us Michelle but we're in a goddamned Prius!  This is not a car made for evading the law!" I screamed back, attempting to sound calm but coming out anything but.  The baby panda let out a pitiful squeal and I glanced in my

skip to the part where you fell into the black hole the one in our secret place this is the place we fell in love this is where the story (the one about us) is told the best i'd say it was a summer's eve but then that wouldn't be true it was the winter (morning) of our discontent the snow was just waiting to drown us come spring you matched the snow in intensity surpassed it everywhere else icicles dripping overhead, i whispered "welcome to my beautiful oblivion here, the nightmares are free."