alcohol

Castiel Novak is a product of the system, having gone through too many foster homes since the age of seven. At fourteen, he lands himself in Sugar Lane Mobile Home Community under the care of Missouri Moseley. There, he meets one Dean Winchester. A story about teenage hooligans, growing up, and finding a home.

Harry really fucking hates Louis. Louis really fucking hates Harry, kinda. Two boys from two separate Mafia’s are forced to meet somewhere in the middle. Louis is burdened with a child and Harry is burdened with Louis.

Lance was captured by the Galra. He was more useful alive than dead, but was notorious for being difficult to interrogate, so the Galra turned to poison. It was... less than successful.

“Keith is, uh, drunk. Really drunk. He is levels of drunk unforeseen.” Lance is pretty sure he can hear Shiro pinching the bridge of his nose. “What has he been drinking. I need to know which Keith we’re dealing with here.” “Which Keith? Oh god. Uh, he had a few mixed drinks earlier and then he moved on to tequila shots when I got busy and couldn’t keep an eye on him.” Lance glances through the window and sees that Keith is avoiding Glenn who is trying his damndest to get Keith to come down off the bar. Shiro sighs deeply. “Okay Lance, you’re dealing with Tila Tekeithla now.”

If anybody told Smoker that he would have a casual conversation with his boss at a pirate's wedding, he would have thought them beyond insane.

“You know, we could always …” And then Kyle wasn’t smiling either. Stan knew he had to say something else, and fast. It was easy: I’m kidding. I’m fucking with you. But it didn’t come out that way: “Like other guys in our grade haven’t.” Kyle looked like he was going to either shatter into a million pieces or kill him, because it was a fine line, and he just said, "Only once."

Harry hadn’t realized what, exactly, being the Captain Hook to Louis’ Peter Pan would entail.

The thing about falling in love is that it's not always convenient. The thing about falling in love is that sometimes it's impossible, especially when it's with your groupmate. ("How long?" Hoseok asks, and Yoongi doesn't have to prod to know what he means. How long have you been in love with him? "I dunno," he murmurs. "Forever, maybe.")