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shootingstarrfish · 6 months

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Hi I wanted to ask one of my fav obey me artists this question: Least favorite to favorite characters? If you wanna say why, that'd be cool. If anything! Please have a nice day!

hii there!!! dearest anon stop being so nice you're going to make me cry AHSHDHD thank you,,, <33333

but what a fun question! for anyone who doesn't want to read my stupid long explanation for each character i will leave this tierlist here! all tiers (except the first tier) are organised by most to least liked within the tier from left to right

no i dont hate lucifer, it's just facebook relationship status (aka complicated <3)

i have plenty of opinions though so i'll go ahead and give some explanations too!! >:D under the cut because there's a lot of rambling here LOL

some of the list is a bit boring because i cant really say i hate or even dislike any characters, and i don't wanna be mean about any characters just cause they're not necessarily my favourites so!

that being said lucifer pisses me off to a comical degree and he absolutely doesn't belong at the bottom but my feelings about him are so ridiculously complicated i don't know where else he belongs? i wish so badly that i could hate him in an uncomplicated way and move on but as an eldest sibling he's such a personal attack on me and i hate it. he's me, i'm him it's horrible. every time i start to think "ahh he's not that bad" he opens his mouth and makes me regret thinking that. i still think about the time i chose to kiss him on the ferris wheel and he held his hand out after and i took it and he said it reminded him of his dead sister, i will never stop holding it against him. he deserves to be loved and taken care of and he also should be thrown off a cliff. im quite certain if i had to assign myself a sin i would pick pride and i hate it >:( (this is all very lighthearted lol)

diavolo used to viscerally annoy me for no good reason when i first started the game, but over time he's grown on me and i'd say now i'm neutral-positive on him!! no idea why i hated him, i was just very salty for no reason hahaha i've recently come to appreciate his character a lot more, im very :( about how lonely he must be and i want him to have more genuine friends please solmare

i think mephisto really is just the kind of character i need to see more of to like, he's very interesting to read character analyses of (and kinda relatable tbh?) but i just need more in game is all! i love his silly lil poses those are real fun, and he is pretty

levi is another i also used to hate out of nowhere? i was neutral on him initially and then i suddenly hated him with a burning passion until one of my friends told me she really loved him and im physically incapable of hating a character my friends love so we're chill again HAHA slowly beginning to like him though! what a pathetic sopping wet cat of a man, it's GREAT

OUUGHH i so badly wanna be able to love beel more, it hurts me to have to put him here but unfortunately this is the way it is... i think it's more accurate to say i love the idea of beel? and ive noticed i really like him everywhere that isnt the game, which again is unfortunate :,)))

LUKE IS MY SON he is babyyyyyyy that's all i have to say <333 my precious lil sonboy he deserves the whole entire world

everyone loves mammon, and i am no exception :D he's not necessarily my type hence why he's neatly placed right in the middle but ugh i love a guy who tries and fails miserably to act tough but is super sweet inside, what a guy <3 ok i flip flopped between putting satan and simeon in the love tier because i am so very fond of both of them, but that's too many characters up there so imagine they're both in a weird tier purgatory between the 2 LOL

i am in fact going to marry simeon and then we will raise luke together it's a fact simeon is everything he's pretty and beautiful and a very complex and interesting character ahhh

SATAN MY LOVE he's a very interesting case to me in that i feel on paper he should be the kind of character who would be on the top of the list! he's smart and kind and unhinged and would kill for you and he likes cats!!! truly husband material i adore him

im going to marry thirteen, thanks for listening to my ted talk <3 my darling beautiful wife who would laugh hysterically if i fell down the stairs i love u thirteen <3333333 we will be wed tomorrow and we will live the dream in her silly lil cave of pranks and curses

i dont know what it is about raphael but i adore him??? is it the wet kitten swag? the done with life expression? his ridiculous outfit? i couldnt tell you but i saw him for the first time and i was immediately obsessed everything i learn about him just makes me more obsessed, i love the fact that he enjoys solomons cooking, the way he's good at sewing and is kind but kinda scary, what a fun character

i could talk endlessly about solomon oh how i love this silly househusband wizard guy i was pretty neutral on him in the og game, and then he swiftly stole my heart in nightbringer and now i would eat his terrible cooking any day of the week just to see him smile <3 if i die seeing him happy that's probably the best way to go out all his calls and messages are sooo cute and they make me melt im in love please just one chance...

barbatos and solomon are typically equal on the list i'd say? but the barbatos brainrot is hitting harder now so he gets to be ever so slightly higher this once hahaha barbs is another that took a while to grow on me, not that i ever disliked him or anything but i definitely overlooked him at first! design wise i absolutely LOVE him, his demon form is definitely one of my absolute favourites. the unique but still put together suit?? the ruffles?? the bone wing horns?? ugh he's just very pretty, and SO interesting as well love a calm collected guy who totally has the potential to destroy you if he so wishes but has a soft spot for you

and of course, real shocker im sure, at the tippy top of the list would be asmo and belphie my beloveds <333 i love them both equally and i could never put one above the other i actually started playing obey me for belphie because one of my favourite character tropes is The Tired One TM, and im absolutely not immune to a cute emo boy either. i've grown to really love his sass and the way he hides his manipulative nature behind his sweet and innocent appearance hehe i also do love how ridiculously forward and blunt he is at times, what a silly guy while belphie was very predictable, asmo was a very out of nowhere character for me! i distinctly remember seeing him initially and thinking "avatar of lust?? i guess he's pretty but he'll probably just be the fuckboy character who makes nonstop innuendos and has no character beyond that, and i'm too asexual for this" so i avoided him a lot at first, but i'm very weak for how kind and gentle and charismatic he is, and the way he puts his all into everything and everyone <333 it didnt take long for me to realise that he's almost exactly the kind of person i aspire to be more like

also miura ayme gives me so much gender envy its not fair send tweet

#if u read all this.... thank u sdfhjhd i am high fiving u right now <333 #AND THANK U FOR ASKING ANON this was fun to consider #i like overthinking categories and lists so this was delightful for me #ask box #obey me

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mackmp3 · 6 months

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tell me about christopher ecclestons doctor vs david tennats doctor

or explain what the hell is goin on with the daleks

or you could tell me about (insert musician)’s influence on music

just some options for you to lore dump to :)

RAHHHHHHH OKAY THANK YOUUUU this will be um. super spoilery for doccy whomst.

okayyyy so christopher eccleston plays the ninth doctor who tragically only gets one season AND HE'S SO FABULOUS he's really funny and sarcastic and he says 'fantastic! :D' a lot and is also a massive dork and yayyyy i love him - the interesting thing with nine is that we dont see his regeneration. like we don't see him come into being but its implied that the incarnation before him was horribly injured in The Time War and then became nine, who wanders around alone for a bit racked with guilt and lonely and full of regret and all that fun stuff until he meets ROSE :DDD who pretty much says you're super weird & offputting but also the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me and he's like cool uhm. maybe i do need friends after all so then he takes her on a date to the destruction of her planet to show off that he wasnt kidding about the time machine bit. he also has a really cool leather jacket. and a northern english accent and a sliiiiightly butch lesbian buzzcut. anyways he's very fabulous and also kinda tragic but yeah!! i love him.

BUT THEN universe under massive threat from daleks etc the only way to save the world will be massively catastrophic etc etc so he sends rose home to save her. and she is understandably super upset by this so she ABSORBS THE HEART OF THE TARDIS (pro tip : usually people dont survive that) so she can get back to him, resurrect this other guy who kissed them both and rewrite time so that this will definitely always happen & also destroys a whole lot of daleks. this is called BAD WOLF (<- the capital letters are important. to me.) and its killing her so nine kisses her to pull it out of her (she doesnt remember this) so it kills him instead. then *magicical girl transformation* he explodes into golden light and becomes david tennant!!!!!

david tennant is the tenth doctor and I LOBVE HIM FORVER ADN EVER my specialest little scrunkly girlboy pathetic wet cat terrifying alien guy-shaped-being <33333. rose is understandably like wtf who're you (because the doctor Never does timelord 101 and tells them about regeneration and the two hearts thing) and he is sad about it. so he takes her home. then passes out in front of her mother and sort-of-boyfriend who're also like wtf. anyways he's fine and rose pretty immediately is like wow this guy is actually beautiful & way less grumpy now and they go n do a whole bunch of stuff and they very clearly love each other A Lot (like she loves him when he's nine too of course but it changes) and in my head it's teenage lesbian undefined relationship mutual obsession b/c those be the vibes. a Thing happens and she end up trapped in an alternate universe from which she can never return and the doctor manages to hologram himself in there for a minute to say goodbye and HE ALMOST SAYS I LOVE YOU TO HER but the connection runs out. a lot of other stuff happens and ten is actually pretty scary at points in a way that nine never gets to and A Lot happens to him. my beautiful babygirl she has Every Problem.

see cos the doctor is actually massively emotionally repressed and while nine was a lot closer time-wise to destroying his own planet, ten was coping a whole lot less. ten is often described as the most emotional and most human of the doctors and thats probably true but he's also the most afraid of that vulnerability - he just cant help showing it. he's full of love but he's also full of a desperate sadness and guilt. a lot of guilt. nine has this guilt and the love he just has found a way to not be so raw with it. he is far more measured with his emotions. i reallllllllyyyyyyyy wish we could have seen what would have been done with his character had we got more time with him but alas t'was not to be.

like a good example of that is when we meet nine he's been alone for some time and appears to be more or less okay with that, maybe not super happy but more or less adjusted and functioning. when ten is alone for a while he sort of loses it a bit until he find someone..... like after he and rose get separated, and i mean IMMEDIATLY AFTER, he meets donna who I LOVE :D but he's still so racked with grief that he kills a whole race of spider things and canonically would've destroyed himself along with them if she hadn't been there to tell him to stop. (like legitimately there's an episode, Turn Left, about what would've happened if the doctor died and it's uhm. its unnerving to say the least). ten can't deal with being alone but Also can't deal with loving someone. especially when he is so very aware that he has to lose them.

ten has three seasons & then a year of specials, and he has and then loses the most companions of the doctor and the way he deals with this is Fascinating. he is separated from rose, martha leaves of her own volition b/c she realises that she cant spend her whole life living For Him and that she deserves her own life too, and then he has to wipe donna's memory to save her (she gets it back like. fifteen years for her and ~1000 years for the doctor later but thats a whole thing). like nine does the whole 'no one can get close to me because i will always end up hurting when they die/leave and that will usually be my fault' thing BUT TEN. TEN feels the same way he just can't help himself from making friends and falling in love (grayaroace) with everyone he meets and still being emotionally destroyed when they die. nine's way of coping with the guilt of the time war is to push people away in the first place and ten's is Never Stop To Think Never Stop To Examine Feelings. so yeah. lots of fun.

ALSO the daleks!! theres a ton of lore to them as well, but in short they're genetically modified creatures who have been selectively bred by this guy davros (who has major darth vader vibes. down to the voice and the mechanically supported body) to only feel hate and want to destroy everyone who is not a dalek. they're these weird little things that kinda look like rubbery octopuses inside the metal thing (they're not robots they are actually alive) and they suck. also they're really hard to get rid of like. i swear at least five times the doctor says 'this is the last of the daleks' like bestie just you wait about half a season. the daleks and the timelords (the doctor's species) fought The Time War which really really sucked and they're mortal enemies. so yeah!

#heheheeeee my favouritest very expansive fiction universe yippee ^.^#doctor who #hi anon thank you for the ask <3 #this kinda long lol #tenth doctor #ninth doctor #rose tyler #<- i love them <3

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bellqmione · 1 month

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linda for the ask game !! maybe miss holloway too if you.would like<3

YAYAYYAYYAYYA

linda

- favorite thing about her: god. her daddy issues (family trauma). 36 years old and still willing to KILL PEOPLE for daddy's love. zero self respect zero dignity. and then she doesn't even get it

- least favorite thing about her: mmm. i love everything about her so this is hard. OH how mean she is to becky. dont get me wrong, i wouldnt love her like i do if she was nice. but. still. fucking bitch

- favorite line: EASY. "i've met god. he had nothing nice to say about you." [slashes throat] INSANE & ICONIC. but "i'm not a boomer, i'm a super cool millennial" comes dangerously close. pathetic wet cat of a woman.

- brotp: HER AND TED. we cooked this up genuinely they'd be so fucking funny

- otp: barnroe. you know it. but jane x linda (toxic doomed unhealthy therapist x patient yuri), sheilinda (chefs kiss), medicinal alcohol (weirdest threesome ever), linda x zoey (unhealthy but hot), and barnroers (second weirdest threesome ever) come after that. but barnroe 🔛🔝

- notp: linda with any man 💗

- random headcanon: she used to paint (bc she was forced to) but hated it. bc it wasnt fun to constantly hear "you need to be better". so she stopped as she got older. and when she finally finally finally started processing her family trauma she started painting again (her first painting after like 20 years was of becky. they both cried)

- unpopular opinion: much to all starcanwrecked confessions account anons' chagrin, she is THE comphet lesbian ever. i need to find the essay i wrote on it it's somewhere in my notes app

- songs i associate with them: good luck, babe! & little miss perfect are the main ones, but i do have a playlist for her with other songs

- favorite picture of them: i took this while i was makign gifs and ive been in love ever since

miss holloway

- favorite thing about her: NO EMPATHY!!!!! shes not a mom friend shes not a sweet gal shes kind of a bitch and i love it

- least favorite thing about her: n. nothing. weirdly. oh red hair, thats a satan thing

- favorite line: "s'good, right?" after mind-forcing rose to eat her pie with that stupid smile on her face. wow that sounds. So disgusting 😭

- brotp: holloweane. i dont give a shit that you want them to kiss; theyre queerplatonic to me

- otp: WINE AND DINE!!!!!! Theyre so horribly perfect & perfectly horrible for each other

- notp: her and wilbur cross....sorry i barely give a fuck about most male characters but an evil one who eats apples & wears triple denim? could not care less

- random headcanon: AUTISTIC AROMANTIC

- unpopular opinion: shes not a sweet sunshine rainbow gal shes actually kind of weird and creepy /aff

- songs i associate with them: choke by idkhbtfm 💗 also bleed magic by idkhbtfm. idk why i just...want her to be so evil and edgy and a poser

- favorite picture of them: THIS BECAUSE THIS IS RIGHT BEFORE "s'good, right?" SHE IS ACTIVELY MIND CONTROLLING SOME PUNK BITCH AND THIS IS THE EXPRESSION ON HER FACE? FUCKJNGG FREAK!!!!!!!!!

#asks #ask games #chili pipper

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sketchzecri · 10 months

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Tell me Abt choco pretty please. R they a cereal mascot

Worse.

Choco is a very pathetic sopping wet cat of a man (ive comissioned molty for him twice!! :3)

Literally where do i begin.

So. Necromancy in my world is very complicated magic. And verrry forbidden because instead of just making a corpse move it drags their spirit back to their body repairing the damage if done right. But thats HARD to do. Like super duper hard. In fact, the only way to consistently and effortlessly revive people like that is to have it in your bloodline.

Obviously this kind of magic is scary and weird. So it becomes punishable by death, (some places killing you just for having that magic in you at all. Fucked up)

But they never caught my girl FREYJA AYYYYYYYYYYY

Freyja is Choco's mom. She escaped the law by leaving the city walls and living in the woods :3 She has Choco first then later Cloud. Both of them inheriting her magic. (They also have a skeleton cat named Keke but shes largely there to be cute)

One day, while fucking around in the forest, our young Choco runs into Kaveah, who had ran away to explore the woods. After freaking out about seeing another person, the two hit it off quite well! Choco shows Freyja his new friend and Freyja is like what the fuck that is literally the princess what. Kaveah promises to not tell anyone because she would also get in heeps of trouble for sneaking out.

Womp womp her dad finds out

And he is FREAKING OUT.

Mars has like. A whole onion of issues but tldr he freaks, attacks their family, kaveah defends them, she loses her eye in the process oopsies

After calming down (and realizing he just nearly killed his daughter oops) he stops sucking and is like you know what you mean a lot to my daughter and youve cared for her so much so for as long as i remain king i will keep you and your family safe (to freyja) and they cool now

Womp womp fire

So remember how i mentioned cloud? Yeah that's choco's dipshit brother from hell. He lights the cabin on fire with the intent of killing Freyja and Choco (he's like. Maybe 7 here i think i cant remember.) But dumbass gets HIMSELF killed instead! And freyja

Choco gets out of there

And my boy is NOT doing too hot pun unintended

From then on he lives in the palace with Kaveah then they grow up get married yadda yadda have a son hisbname is Taffy (picked it out himself (hes trans))

So heres where it gets messy. Im not gonna try to come up with anything on the spot but Taffy gets impossibly sick so he calls upon a spirit of some kind to fix him it works YAY

Something happens so he goes to do it again but GUESS WHO ITS CLOUD BITCH KABLAMO and so cloud switches places with Choco. Stealing his body and sending Choco to afterlife hell (its not really hell its complicated not gonna talk abt it here)

And thats kinda it for choco. Theres a few plotpoints that he helps in with other characters but in terms of big events thats it.

There is something here about multiverse travel but thats post-story fluff and roleplay physics

#sorry this is REALLY messy these characters have existed for literal years so their lore is all over the place.#this like. set of oc universe is mostly having fun and playing with dolls.#artificial intuition is more solid in its lore but BARELY silly #sorry chat this isnt going under a readmore you followed the alt blog theres no structure here

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megabuild · 1 year

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8. if youve already done that one then 14 and 15

8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

answered here but i will also tack onto it to say a lot of people view grian as thee main character and this isn't so much something everyone is wrong about but moreso. he has Main Character Syndrome and inserts himself into every situation in order to BECOME the main character and i think that's so much more interesting than him just being the main guy. the concept of an mc in an improv mcyt series is difficult enough as is but. yeah

14: that one thing you see in fics all the time

badass/wet cat etho. he is alwayssss one or the other and i'm guilty of this too but it just grinds me soooo fucking badly. not to say that either of these things can't be done well i do think he has and deserves his cool bamf moments but. people love to boil characters down to one dimensional traits and etho is always the brooding silent ninja OR a pathetic washed up guy who functions almost like comic relief and i'm begging people to realise you can do both. Or something, you know, entirely different and more accurate

15: that one thing you see in fanart all the time

putting white bdubs to one side because that's self explanatory. i sorta hate when people give etho a super fucked up mouth under his mask 😭 nothing personal i've just never seen anything that makes sense. giving him a scar or whatever can be cool but some of you are doing TOO MUCH and giving him like bug pincers or no mouth or whatever and its like hes just chilling. what was the reason for this

#asks #rev

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softladyhours · 2 years

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I posted 2,174 times in 2022

97 posts created (4%)

2,077 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rat-that-writes

@maxthelocalemeraldmayor

@the-moon-pal

@lady-of-the-spirit

@skeletalheartattack

I tagged 550 of my posts in 2022

#rat<3 - 156 posts

#softie speaks - 77 posts

#markiplier - 42 posts

#unreality - 26 posts

#matt murdock - 25 posts

#thanks for the ask! - 24 posts

#goncharov - 24 posts

#fic rec - 23 posts

#not mine!!! - 21 posts

#markiplier egos x reader - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#also this is making me realize that i think i would be a werewolf if it came down to vamps or werewolves and i…. idk how i feel about that

My Top Posts in 2022:

how babey are the egos on a scale of 1-10

dark: 1/10. most of the time he is smooth sexy bastard man but sometimes he is just in need of cuddles. but even when he wants cuddles hes just like in denial about it

damien: 10/10 the most babey ever . constantly 🥺 at you in search of cuddles and kisses the boy is so touch starved when u kiss him he melts every time

actor: 4/10 usually just whiny little dog of a man not really babey material but when hes sleepy he is just 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕

illinois: 5/10 too suave and cool and sexy to be babey usually but sometimes he just cant stop himself from uwu-ing

yancy: 10/10 OHH BABEYYY !!! <3333 the snuggliest man ever. constant heart eyes constant need to be held constant hand holding just sksdfhjfgdd!!!! owo

engineer mark: 7/10 when around the crew he is Not Babey (well… 99% of the time he isnt…) but get him alone and the boy is just 😄💞🥺☺️💘💗🥰😍 he is so touchy he just gotta grab u and just need to look at ur pretty face

Omg these boys make me so softyttttt

- Dark is ofc a big house cat and so he’d VEHEMENTLY DENY any desire for affection or whatever but then he’s practically laying across u ANY chance he gets jshdjsjskskdj I just want him to rest his head in my lap while I give him head pats😭

- DAMIEN WOULD BE ALL NUZZLY N SHIT HES ALSO A HOUSECAT BUT ONE OF THE SUBER CUDDLY AFFECTIONATE ONES (dark has to get it from somewhere right? Lmao) I feel if ur touching damien, the moment your hand leaves his body he unconsciously shifts closer chasing ur touch. Same w kisses I lub he

- Actor is, in fact, a pathetic wet puppy dog of a man and now I’m imagining him coming home from a day of filming and maybe he had to do a really emotionally draining/intense scene and just had a rough day in general so the second he sees you when he gets home he just kind of does sad puppy dog eyes and grabby hands at u and then u both take a bath and have some wine just tryna get him out of that headspace rUAHH I WANT TO TAKE CARR OF HIM!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺

-illi 67% of the time is just,,,, the hORNiEsT MAN A L I VE and just always trying to fluster u or act super suave and hawt and shit but then you do something super endearing he just internally screams and can feel his soul leave his body for a sec🙃🫠🫡 (bonus points if he’s silently pining and just miserable bc ur just sO PRECIOUS HE PHYSICALLY CANNOT STAND IT!!!!!

- YANCY WOULD HAVE HIS HAND IN UR BACK POCKET EVERY CHANCE HE GOT!!!!!!!!!!! He’d just be so casually affectionate and touchy bless him you’d be just hangin out at lunch and y’all are listening to the conversation at the table and he just kinda wraps an arm around ur waist with a little kiss to ur jaw and it’s just !!!!!!!!! SO NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like despite his anxious/insecure tendencies whenever he’s in a comfortable atmosphere he’s just casually very confident and self assured and I just😩😩😩😩

- DONT! GET! ME! STARTED! ON! ENGINEER! MARK! HES SO NEEDY AND BABY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! Like yes he is a very capable hard worker who’s very passionate about his work but also he sees you doing your work as captain sometimes and his heart just kinda palpitates a bit sugrisudjdj no matter how much he’d deny it he PREENS under ur praise and will do almost anything just to make i smile and I just AAAAAAAAAAAAA the second u get him alone he’s putty in ur hands and just wants love and affection. Give it to him. Now. Do it.

248 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

Drew a little something based off a pic from bestie @rat-that-writes 🥰🥰

@markiplier

251 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

Freckles

Darkiplier x GN!Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of, just domestic fluff with a sprinkling of angst :)

Summary: Dark is feelin sappy and sentimental (with a sprinkling of heartache, for taste)

AN: I’m obsessed with the concept of freckles and moles being the places where past soulmates loved to kiss you the most, so I took that and ran with it -- I hope you enjoy!

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It is a quiet Saturday evening. You have been able to keep Dark away from any extra work successfully, using your sweet kisses and loving promises. After spending the day in each other’s quiet company, away from the chaos of the other egos, you’ve found yourself laying across the couch with your legs across Dark’s lap. His gentle caresses along your calf and knee never fail to spark a few butterflies in your stomach. He had set up the record player to play a variety of moony love songs—as much as he tries to conceal his inner romantic, it makes you so giddy.

You have a book in hand, one that you’ve been trying to make time to read for ages, and Dark simply sits with closed eyes in quiet contemplation. You can’t recall the last time you had seen him quite this relaxed. His features are soft, angelic even, and occasionally he quietly hums along to whatever song is playing, his deep bass rattling your bones ever so slightly. It is in this meditative study of your lover that you notice a single freckle, right to the side of his chin. You can’t help but recall a video you had seen in passing on the internet.

“Hey, Dark?” you ask, careful to keep your volume low. There is honestly a good chance he has fallen asleep—he could be such an old man sometimes.

You hear a gentle Hm? His eyes open slightly to look at you, bleary but full of affection.

“Did you know that, apparently, some people think that prominent moles and freckles are the spots where your soulmate in a past life kissed you the most?”

He smiles gently, “That’s fascinating, darling. May I ask what prompted such an observation?”

You set your book to the side, readjusting so that you’re sitting next to Dark, halfway in his lap.

“I can see that your soulmate in a past life loved to kiss you right—” you place a gentle kiss, “—here.”

It takes everything in Dark to maintain his composure as he is overcome with visions of the past. He remembers the way that you would kiss him—no, not him but Damien—in that exact spot every time he passed an exam with flying colors. He remembers noticing the handful of freckles across his chest or the mole on his shoulder, but now realizes that those were never there on Damien’s body. They were, however, placed in almost the same exact spot you would litter kisses whenever Damien would let you be in control for the night. An almost foreign heat rises to his cheeks, but then he sees you. He notices the small spot under your jaw where he—Damien—would kiss you to tease and fluster you. He sees the place on your forehead where Damien would always place a gentle kiss to calm and comfort you. But Dark can see you now, your brow furrowed in concern. He forces himself back to the present, placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you into his arms.

You’re caught a little off-guard, but you reciprocate immediately. You’ve seen that look in his eyes before, mostly here and there when you first met. It was a sort of deep sadness, as if he knew something you didn’t. You’d always wanted to voice your concerns, console him if needed, but you had been so shy then.

“Is everything okay, Dark?” you ask, timidly, not wanting to upset him further.

He squeezes you tighter, taking a shaky breath. “Everything’s fine, my heart.”

The pet name makes you blush.

“I suppose I’m just feeling sentimental tonight,” he continues, pulling away from you, but not too far. He still holds you close but can’t seem to look you quite in the eyes. “I am simply so grateful to have you in my life.”

You smile at him, gently turning his face to yours and kissing him tenderly. “I love you,” you murmur, pulling away to look at him. He looks back, his dark eyes soft and adoring.

“I love you too, my sweet.”

You both settle back into each other’s arms, appreciating the music and each other’s presence. Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to doze. Dark breaks the silence one last time.

“Also, just for your information,” he whispers, “I’m sure that you are the reason I have that freckle on my chin.”

You smile and let out a small huff of amusement before replying, “Yeah, sounds about right.”

As Dark hears your breathing even out, it takes everything within him to not let his glassy eyes shed a tear. His brain is swarmed with painful nostalgia and the misery of having to keep your entire past from you. The secret bears heavily on what little soul he has left. He won’t succumb to the misery, though. You wouldn’t want that. He instead chooses to focus on the fact that you are here now and that, in and of itself, is more than he could ever deserve or ask for.

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how egos respond to u going “pspspspsps” at them

dark: i mean it gets his attention but he will be grumpy about it afterwards

damien: the boy is so clueless as soon as he hears it he is looking around all concerned then he sees u and just “darling!!🥰💕”

actor: is GREATLY offended that u would do this to him. absolutely heartbroken. he still responds to it tho

yancy: he does it BACK AT YOU like a CHALLENGE

illinois: IMMEDIATELY responds and walks over to u, what a good boy

wilford: will put out his gun, probably

I’m LOSING my MIND over this oml

Dark would give you a death glare but I think if you pet him affectionately he would begrudgingly accept his new role of house cat

DAMIEN!!!! Y/N and Celine would have a running bet to see how many times Y/N can get his attention that way without him noticing anything wrong. Let’s just say Celine owes Y/N a LOT of money

Actor would be such a pissy bitch baby about it but I think as long as you gave him some good love and affection he’d forget about it quickly lol

YANCY???????? The mental image of Yancy and Y/N aggressively spspspspss ing at each other has me ROLLINGGG

I think illi would lowkey like it just bc he’d feel special being the only one you pspspspsp at sjhfjejsj

yea Wilford’s a simple man. You spspspsp and he pulls out his gun idek skdjjdjs

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My #1 post of 2022

Inspired by @your-local-eddie-munson-slut ‘s Matt Murdock version—I couldn’t resist lmao

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #im so happy my fic got up there:)#also still losing my mind at how well the slutty markiplier meme aged lmao

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oodlyenough · 2 years

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What did you think of the Batman movie?

My short review is that I enjoyed it, but not as much as I enjoyed Telltale Batman, because nothing will ever be Telltale Batman, lol. However, I still probably enjoyed it more than any other live action Batman I've seen.

More spoilery detail:

Good stuff: Now I like a funny Batman, so I had worried this movie would be too humourless, having seen everyone go on and on about there not being a single joke. (Not true btw! eg: the Spanish thing) But also, watching from home allowed me to laugh uproariously every time Battinson looked like a pathetic wet cat, which was every time he was onscreen, or smeared kohl on his face, or said YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD, or when he got his shit rocked by an overpass while paragliding, etc. So I didn't find it as bleak and humourless as I was worried about actually! And it was tbh a nice change of pace from the quipfactory Marvel stuff. Bruce Wayne is a weird loser and I enjoyed seeing this film embrace that.

I've been dying for a live action Selina in a movie I don't hate and I liked her a lot in this. I thought the Batcat stuff was pretty good, mostly (thought his reaction to her maybe having slept with Falcone was a huge eyeroll that didn't get enough apology time tho). Speaking of, the Falcone daughter twist was something I was miraculously unspoiled for, somehow, and we were both like :O lol

Lots of it did look visually pretty cool. Wish we were allowed to film in daytime :( lol

I liked that Gotham is still underwater by the end lmao? Confused by the geography but I liked that Bruce wasn't actually able to stop the bad guys in this one.

Less good stuff:

3 hours is simply too long for me. Invariably in 3 hour films we hit the two hour mark and I start checking my watch, or the runtime, or whatever. This movie lost me in the midsection, especially because of my next point, which is:

I HATE that they chickened out of making the Waynes bad, and also out of killing Alfred lmao. Killing Alfred would've been genuinely shocking and ballsy, so I was disappointed by that, but not as disappointed as I was by the "don't worry ACTUALLY Thomas Wayne was a GOOD man, Alfred swears, he didn't MEAN to hurt anyone uwu". boring!!! And since we had the Selina-Falcone plot, the Bruce-Thomas stuff should/could have been a nice comparison. Comrade Telltale Alfred being like "sorry Bruce but your parents were billionaires ofc they suck" >>>

The other thing, I guess this is the nature of most Batman media, but like... I dunno, we had a 3 hour noir detective plot and one of the big "reveals" in the third act was that Carmine Falcone is a super powerful crime boss who runs Gotham. I can't even tell anymore if I was meant to be surprised by that, lmao, because anyone who is passingly familiar with Batman knows that, so... ? Okay? Again, comparatively, Thomas Wayne being implicated WOULD be a surprising deviation but... whatever...

Also I know he's Batman but Batman having his face 2 centimetres from a bomb when it detonates and not even getting a scratch or bruise on his beautiful unguarded jawline... Lmao

#batman

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sserkets · 5 years

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Untitled Striders get a cat fic

Back when I first started writing for this fandom I had requests open and @eighthchiharu asked for a cat fic. 😅 it only took me three years of sitting in my drafts. Heads up I didn’t edit this or even look at it I’m just posting it.

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It was pouring down rain outside. Huge drops pelted the windows on the Strider's Huston apartment in a rare rainstorm in the middle of a scalding summer. Texas was almost always hot all the time, but at night in the rain things got a chance to cool down.

It had been another normal night in the strider house until Bro realized he left the windows down in the truck. He left Dave sitting on the futon after pausing their movie.

He should just be a minute, Dave reasoned flicking a fallen piece of popcorn off of his shirt.

The truck's turn crank windows were old but they still functioned like the day Bro bought the orange monstrosity out of a used car lot in two thousand three. Point being, it shouldn't be taking him so long to get his ass back upstairs. The screen saver on the DVD player flashed on, the emblem bouncing across the screen.

The apartment door finally opened twenty minutes after it should have and Dave's brother stumbled in, soaked to the bone like he'd been thrown off a pirate ship.

"What took you so long?" Dave asked, twisting around to took at him.

Bro's clothes clung to him, stuck to his skin like the rainwater made paste, and any place the fabric might have even thought about being loose now sagged it was so water logged. His shades were pushed up on to the top of his head. They were covered in water droplets that prevented him from seeing. His hair product had been all but washed out and huge droplets of water fell on to the linoleum.

None of that was interesting though, just normal caught in the rain stuff. What was interesting about the whole picture was the item Bro was holding in his hands.

It was a kitten, equally as wet as Bro. It clung to him with its tiny white mitten paws, claws hanging on for dear life. It's fur was yellow like Dave's hair with faint orange stripes. It wasn't very old either, maybe only six weeks.

"I found it in the storm drain in the parking lot. Here," Bro thrust the kitten his way, dumping the wet creature in Dave's arms. Tiny claws dug hairline cuts in to Dave's skin before they found purchase in his shirt.

"What am I supposed to do with it?" Dave asked his brother's retreating back.

Bro didn't reply, just chucked a towel his way as he shut the door to his bedroom. The towel hit him in the face, coming unfolded. Grumbling, Dave shifted the cat to one hand to pull the towel off his head.

He had to pry the creature off of him. He would have had better luck with a crowbar. Every time he got a paw unstuck the other would grab back on. Finally with a pathetic mew Dave got the kitten loose and placed it in the towel, gingerly trying to dry some of the water from its fur.

Bro came out a few minutes later in dry clothes and dry shades. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, filling it part way with water before he brought it to the couch.

"What are we gonna do with it?" Dave quizzed as he tossed the wet towel down on the floor. The cat was dryer, but not all the way.

"I dunno," Bro deadpanned, handing the bowl over the back of the sofa.

"The super hates cats," Dave pointed out. He took the bowl and offered the cat some. The kitten didn't seem interested, so Dave set the bowl down on the coffee table.

"We should keep it then," Bro replied.

"Did you not just hear what I said?"

"It's not against the lease. The more shit I can do to passively piss off the land lord the better," Bro shrugged and stood up right. "I'm gonna go down to the drug store and buy some cat food and a litter box."

"What do I do with it until you get back?" Dave used an arm to pull himself up the back of the couch, watching his brother go for an umbrella near the door.

"I dunno," Bro shrugged, stepping back outside the front door, "you could start by finding out if it's a girl or a boy?"

Bro was gone just like that, shutting Dave inside with the kitten.

Dave sat still a few more moments until the DVD went back to the main menu and the blasting music scared the cat. It cowered against him, huge eyes scanning the room. Dave reached over with one hand to shut the TV off and he used the other hand to scoop up the cat.

With both hands he turned it over on to its back. Dave was pretty sure this was a girl cat. Or it could be a boy? He didn't exactly know what he was even supposed to be looking for, actually. He hadn't spent much time around cats.

In the end, he decided to just hold it for now and wait for Bro to come home.

It's little body was warming up quick in his hands now that it's fur was dry. Even though it was scared, it was a nice cat. Who would throw such a nice little thing out in a rain storm?

Dave slumped over on the couch arm, shifting to his back and placing the kitten on his chest. The little orange fluff curled up on him, and Dave watched as its eyes drifted shut and its head got lower and lower until it was finally asleep. Cute little shit. The two of them stayed there too until the apartment door opening signaled the return of his brother.

Bro wandered over, bags in hand, sticking a finger under the cat’s chin to rub. Even asleep, the kitten purred for him.

"Make you a deal,” he said. “You scoop the box, I buy the food."

"Whoa whoa, no. I didn't ask for the cat. I scoop no boxes."

"Okay,” Bro shrugged. “Hand it over. I'll take it to the pound."

Dave narrowed his eyes and twisted away from Bro, clutching the cat to his chest.

"That's what I thought," Bro snorted. "So is it a boy, or a girl?"

"I can't tell," Dave said flatly, and pried the cat off of his shirt. He handed the handful of fuzz over to his brother and Bro took it carefully. He flipped the kitten and took half a second's look.

"It's a boy."

"Cool. No girl cats crashing on our testosterone den of an apartment today," Dave grinned, reaching for the cat back. Bro handed him over carefully.

"Hell yeah."

"What are we gonna name him?"

"I don't fuckin know," Bro shrugged. "He's yours, you name him. Jesus, Kid, I get you a kitten and you can't even name it."

"You didn't get me a kitten! You found it by chance!" Dave disagreed, speaking to Bro's retreating back. Bro plopped back down on the sofa and sort of groaned at the tv. He'd been gone so long the paused screen had already gone to screen saver, and then shut itself off in power saver mode.

Dave followed him, still clutching his new cat. ”Could just call him Jeff.”

“Jeff? Like your dumb comic?” Bro laughed.

“Yeah. Ironically after my comic.”

“Of course. Ironically.”

#my fanfiction #dave strider #bro strider #better bro strider #homestuck #homestuck fanfic

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years

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"Why're you still cute like that?? I hate you..."

a/n: happy start to the week everyone <3 I'm actually posting on a Monday! yay me ✊

Masterlist ← this is where you can find all my works until I get the ML in my bio working :)

Genre: FLUFF ❤️

Warnings: none :)

*JUST IMAGINE WHICHEVER MEMBER YOU'D LIKE*

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Hot.

Blistering heat.

Melting away any and all hopes of ever being cool again.

I'm gonna melt.

It's gonna happen.

These thoughts keep going around and around in your head while you sit in a chair at your dining room table, considering just going and taking an ice cold shower.

You were bored, and lonely, and not to mention so hot you wish you'd just melt into a depressed puddle already.

Your boyfriend was unfortunately at work, and your friends were busy. So, no one to hang out with and you couldn't take advantage of your boyfriend's air conditioning back at his and the boys' dorm.

The air conditioning in your apartment was still broken and it made these summer days miserable.

Sure, you had a spare key to his place, but for some reason you hated going over there on your own, even though the boys said multiple times it was perfectly fine with them. It just felt....

Awkward...and intrusive...

You keep staring at the wooden dining table in front of you; contemplating that one weird shape in the smooth wood. Eventually your eyes start to water from staring at it too long without blinking and you snap out of it.

Who cares about awkwardness and intruding when it's this hot??

You make up your mind to storm their dorm and lounge around in the cool air, when you hear a little bling from your phone. It was your boyfriend.

H/n: Hey baby, wanna go to the pool today?

Was this boy.....heaven sent?? Your eyes are huge with relief and giddiness as you type out a reply, this had to be a prank.

Y/n: uhh, heck yeah??!! But what about practice..?

H/n: Everyone is doing pretty good with the choreo so we decided to call it a day, can I pick you up at your place in about 10?

Y/n: yes!! Thank you baby you're a life saver 💕💕

H/n: Love you! 😉💓

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Ten minutes later you're in your new bathing suit with a giant t-shirt and some shorts on over it. Sitting on your couch you wait for your boyfriend to text that he's here. You couldn't wait to show him the new swimsuit you got recently, you loved it and new he'd like it too.

Bling

You grab your phone and open the messages.

H/n: Here baby ❤️

Jumping up and grabbing your bag you packed for whenever you go swimming; you sling it over your shoulder and hurry out the door. Your boyfriend is in the parking lot, so you run over to his car and climb in.

He smiles at you and starts backing the car out once you buckle up.

"Hey baby, you ready?"

You nod happily then turn in your seat to see a few of the other boys in the car as well.

"Hey y/n! How are you?"

"Hey I feel like we haven't seen you in forever!"

"Hey y/n!!"

A chorus of hellos comes from the boys in the back as they all wave and start trying to get your attention. You laugh and wave back,

"Hey guys! It's good to see you all!"

You talk with the boys until you guys reach your destination, the boys in the back start clambering around trying to get out so they could hurry into the pool. You go to follow them but feel your boyfriend take your hand gently from the driver's seat.

"I've missed you, y/n..."

You smile and squeeze his hand lovingly, then you reach up and pat his cheek gently and giggle when he blushes.

"I missed you too, I'm so glad you could hang out today, and now we get to hang out and swim at the same time!" You squeal and wiggle in your seat in excitement.

He laughs and reaches over to unbuckle your seatbelt for you. Then he hops out of his side while you scramble out yours.

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The locker room smells like chlorine and is eerily quiet when you go in to put your bag in a locker.

Lucky boys, you think.

They get to hang out in the locker room as well, I hate how empty it is.

You quickly take your clothes off to reveal your swimsuit and shove everything into locker B23 then hurry to the entrance to the inside pool.

You see a few of the boys already in the water splashing around, some are sitting on the edge of the pool smiling and watching the others. But your boyfriend hasn't come out yet apparently.

"Come on y/n!! Get in!! It feels amazing!!" You smile, wave at them, and start walking to the water.

Suddenly you feel hands wrap around your waist and you choke back a gasp. You turn and look at your boyfriend who just snuck up behind you; and smack him on the arm.

"You idiot! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that??"

"You look great baby. I love your new swimsuit." He just hugs you and ignores your protests. Your face turns red and you mumble a "thank you" before he takes your hand and leads you to the pool.

At first the water is freezing and you hesitate after dipping a single foot in.

"ohhhh ho ho hooooo it's so cold!" You bring your foot back out and wring your hands. Your boyfriend sighs in amusement and suddenly your feet are off the ground. You squeal when he picks you up bridal style and starts walking with you down the ramp going into the pool.

The closer to the water you get the tighter you hold onto your boyfriend until your whole body is practically wrapped around his neck.

"Ahh, ahh, wait baby, I-I'm not ready!"

"It's better to just get it over with babe, then it'll feel better."

Your next protest is caught off suddenly when he lightly tosses you into the water.

"Wai-"

You scramble to your feet to get your head above water and inhale sharply after the cold shock against hot skin. Your hair is stuck to your face and you can barely see anything as you angrily splash your boyfriend in the chest with water.

"You as-"

"Hey! It's over now, you can just enjoy it!"

He puts his hands up to avoid the angry splashes while you glare playfully at him. Then when the splashing ceases he moves closer and starts to get your hair off your face gently.

You just sit there and pout, knowing you looked like a scared wet cat when you first came out of the water, and not being too happy about it.

After swimming around a little and getting used to the temperature of the water you swim over to your boyfriend where he and one of the boys are having a rock paper scissors battle to see who gets dunked first. You notice that his hair isn't wet yet.

That little stinker.

You kiss him on the cheek and startle him, he loses the game and pouts at you. You just shrug innocently, it was his turn to get dunked and look like a wet cat.

The member he lost to suddenly tackles him and shoves him underwater. Your boyfriend comes up spluttering and wiping at his eyes. You laugh and laugh until you notice something. He still looks hot, not at all like a pathetic soaking cat. Your grin is wiped off your face instantly.

"What?" He questions you, seeing your face change.

"Why're you still cute like that?? I hate you.."

You turn and swim away, playfully ignoring his calls to you.

How unfair...

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After about half an hour of playing around you see a few of the other boys' girlfriends come from the locker room. They were free now and came to join in the fun.

You shout and wave your arms in the air to get their attention. They see you and smile widely and one waves before they're hurrying over to where you are in the pool and hopping in with you.

You guys talk while the boys complain about being left out. Until your boyfriend picks you up by the waist and carries you to the other side of the pool.

You flail in his arms and protest until he plops you down and kisses you right on the mouth. Your eyes widen and he goes in to kiss you a second time. Then he hugs you and puts his head in the crook of your neck. You two stay like that a while, just sitting in the water holding on to each other, it was super relaxing and you didn't even know you had needed it until now.

Thank goodness he'd texted you earlier, you smile and hold onto him tighter then kiss his wet shoulder. He hums and snuggles you closer.

"WATER FIGHT!!!!"

You both jump at the sound of one of the members screaming and suddenly there are shrieks echoing off the walls and water is splashing in every direction. Then you hear one of the other girls shout,

"Boys against girls!!! Come on y/n!!!!! Let's get 'em!!"

You laugh and kiss your boyfriend on the cheek before winking at him and quickly swimming away to join the girls side.

It was a good thing this pool wasn't very popular and there was no one but you and your friends here today, because you're sure they wouldn't be too happy about the chaos.

But you loved it, and couldn't stop smiling as the girls completely destroyed the boys in the water fight.

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hunnywrites · 5 years

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Arcade Dreams: Chapter Four

Summary: There’s a new girl working at the Palace Arcade and Hawkins’ Family Video. Billy can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. No matter what everyone else seems to think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

“Alright guys, let’s- hey! Warren, what’d I tell you? You pick your nose one more time and you’re mom’s gonna be teaching you to swim out at the quarry!” Billy snapped, pointing to a guilty looking six year old boy. Billy had his class lined up at the edge of the shallow end of the pool. Teddi watched in awe as they each hung on his every word. Trying to keep the little ones under control at the Arcade had been like herding cats for her. Now she almost wanted to offer Billy a job there.

“Didn’t a kid die out there?” Warren asked, his eyes wide.

“Not my problem.” Billy said casually. Warren gulped loudly, folding his hands behind his back obediently.

Teddi scoffed. “You are the worst, Hargrove.”

Billy grinned at her. “You got no idea, baby.” Teddi rolled her eyes.

A girl that was standing at the end of the line and closest to Billy raised her hand. “Billy?” he turned to the girl, his eyebrows raised. The girl looked up at Teddi with a suspicious look. “Who is she?”

“This is Teddi. She’s gonna be helping me keep you little monsters under control-”

“Is she your girlfriend?” the girl interrupted. Teddi’s nose scrunched up as she shook her head wildly.

“Aw, come on, Sophia. You know you’re my girl.” Billy said with a wink and a smile that Teddi was sure drove all the girls at school crazy. Sophia gave Teddi a proud smile, and Teddi had to resist rolling her eyes.

“Are you flirting with a six year old?”

“Jealous, Larsson?” now Teddi rolled her eyes. Billy snickered, turning back to the kids and blowing his whistle. “Alright, how about we show her what you guys can do? Everyone get into formation,” Teddi watched with a near chill up her spine as each of the kids held their hands into the air almost simultaneously, prepared to dive as if they’d done it a million times. “On three!” he said, counting to three and blowing his whistle.

All seven of the kids dove down into the water, quickly returning to the surface and doggy paddling their way to the edge of the pool. “Good job guys! Now backstroke!”

Teddi looked between the group of kids in the pool and back to Billy, blinking rapidly. “How did you do this? They’re practically olympic divers!” this was one of those moments where Billy almost looked like a different person. He wasn’t angry. He looked almost proud as he watched his class gracefully swim back and forth in the water.

He only shrugged. “They’re like dogs. They’re easy to train.” and just like that, cute but dickly Billy was back.

Teddi shook her head. “Well, it’s super impressive.”

Billy cast her a quick glance, an amused smirk on his lips. “Was that a compliment? You goin’ soft on me, weird girl?”

Teddi crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side and smiling at him. “I think you’re the one going soft, Billy. I think you might actually like those kids.”

There was a very subtle shift in the smirk on Billy’s face, but Teddi caught it. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that made her wish she’d kept her mouth shut for once. “You think so?” he asked cooly, his eyes flickering quickly towards the pool.

Teddi pointed a finger at him. “Don’t you dare, Hargrove.” she warned. Billy stepped closer to her, her finger meeting the center of his chest.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about…” he said, matching her steps as she tried to back away from him. Before Teddi could say anything more, Billy picked her up and tossed her into the pool as if she weighed as much as one of the six year olds in his class. She let out a scream before she hit the water, her mouth immediately filling with water. She kicked off of the bottom of the pool and emerged from the water, coughing almost violently and was immediately met with Billy watching her with a devilish grin.

Teddi coughed and sputtered, paddling over to the edge of the pool and glaring up at him. “You are so lucky there are children present.” she snapped.

“Y’know, you should really watch that mouth, Teddi. It sure does get you into trouble,” he teased before blowing his whistle and dismissing his students. Teddi pulled herself out of the pool, slapping Billy’s hand away when he offered to help her up. “You sure can’t take a joke can you, Larsson?”

Teddi looked at him cooly before letting out a shaky breath. “Sometimes I think I actually hate you, Billy.”

He only rolled his eyes. “Join the club, babe. You should dry off. It’s a cold one out there.” he said evenly before walking off. Teddi glared at the back of his head before stomping off to the locker room. She hated that he could so easily get a rise out of her. She couldn’t stop huffing while she showered and changed back into her clothes. Her hair was still damp, but it was as dry as she was going to be able to get it. Thanks a lot asshole, she thought bitterly.

She stomped back out of the locker room, her boots thumping against the concrete. Thankfully Billy was nowhere to be seen, only Heather. “Teddi!” She called waving her over to where she sat in the lifeguard’s chair. Teddi bit back another huff and walked over. “Are you busy this weekend?” she asked.

Teddi raised an eyebrow. “...Why?”

“There’s this Christmas party! You know that guy David in our English class? His parents are going out of town for the weekend for some work conference thing. It’s on Friday, you should totally come!”

Teddi’s nose scrunched up. “I don’t know, Heather…”

“What’s the matter, Larsson?” Teddi’s jaw clenched as Billy sauntered up behind her, leaning against the lifeguard chair. “Do you even know how to have fun?” he had this challenging look in his eye that made Teddi want to punch him. She knew that he was trying to bait her and yet she was falling for it anyways.

“You know what? Sure, I’ll be there. I’ll see you tomorrow, Heather.” she said with a wave and ignoring Billy completely. She threw her middle finger up over her shoulder, knowing Billy was smirking after her. She let out a loud huff when she heard him chuckle.

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Teddi was emptying quarters from each of the games in the arcade, still irritated from the events at the pool. She could practically feel a cold coming from walking around in the snow with wet hair. If she didn’t need the money so badly she would’ve quit. It definitely wasn’t really worth having to put up with Billy and his confusing behavior. And now she was stuck having to go to some party.

She supposed that she didn’t have to go. She could make something up about Keith not giving her the night off. Even though she knew he definitely knew that he would. She knew that her life was truly pathetic when even Keith was telling her she needed to get out more. But she felt like she had something to prove to Billy. He didn’t know her. She could totally have fun...or at least she thought. With what little free time she gave herself she didn’t do much. Not since she’d moved to Hawkins at least. There was this spot by the lake she liked to drive to and read...okay, so maybe Billy actually had a point.

Teddi huffed, shoving the door to the coin slot shut loudly. She hated that he was right. “Uh...you okay, Teddi?” she looked up to see Max looking at her with an amused expression.

“What? Yes. No....yes. Is Billy always so…”

“Awful?” Max finished for her. Teddi only sighed. “Pretty much. I mean, he has his moments lately but even then he’s still sort of…” she took a moment to think of the right words.

“A complete dick?” Teddi asked. Max laughed and nodded. “You’re a saint for putting up with him, Max. I might actually kill him pretty soon.”

Max didn’t say anything for a moment before shrugging. “...He’s not so bad. Things could be worse. He’s getting better. Kinda.” Teddi gave her a disbelieving look, but didn’t push the subject.

“Uh huh. So how’d you like those movies?” she asked, kneeling down in front of the next machine and making quick work of the screws keeping the coin slot’s door shut.

“Oh, they were totally awesome,” Max grinned. “I was gonna have El over for a sleepover this weekend. You want to come over and bring some new tapes? She’ll freak. And plus it’ll get Billy off our backs.”

Teddi couldn’t help but smile. Max was sort of like the little sister she had always wanted. They both liked all the same things, and Max actually thought she was cool. “I’d love to Max, but I have this stupid party to go to.”

Max looked more surprised than disappointed. “You’re going to a party?”

“Trust me, no one’s more surprised than I am. Your big, dumb, stupid brother talked me into it. What about the next weekend? School’ll be back and I won’t have to work as much.” she offered.

“Yeah, sure...you’re not gonna start dating Billy are you?” Max asked. Teddi almost knocked over her coin bucket. She whipped her head over to look at Max incredulously.

“What?”

“You’re going to a party with him.” Max said with her arms crossed.

“I’m not going with him,” she scoffed. “Max, Billy is an asshole.” Teddi argued.

“Yeah, and plenty of girls still go out with him.”

Teddi shook her head wildly, locking the machine’s door shut and picking the coin bucket up. “No way. Look, he’s cute and all. But that’s totally not gonna make me date him. I can barely even stand being in the same room as him.” she nearly shuddered at the thought.

Max opened her mouth to speak, but a voice that came from behind Teddi cut her off. “You think I’m cute, Larsson?” Teddi jumped at the sound of Billy’s voice. Her eyes widened as she turned to face him. He was leaning against one of the games, smirking at her.

“Are you stalking me, Hargrove?” she said, grateful she was able to recover quickly from the embarrassment.

“Don’t you wish. I’m here to pick up Max.”

Max rolled her eyes. “I told you I didn’t need a ride.”

“Yeah, well, your mom doesn’t trust that you’ll come home on your own.” he said, his voice had just a bit of bite in it. He looked back at Teddi. “Do you hang out with anyone your age, Teddi? Or do you just hang around lame ass kids all day?”

Teddi crossed her arms. “I could say the same for you. You’re either harassing me or teaching six year olds to swim. What was it you were saying the other night? You’re swimming in pussy?”

Billy’s smirk just barely twitched, but Teddi noticed. It felt so satisfying whenever she could get a jab in on her end. It was crazy to her that just a few days ago Teddi hadn’t even known Billy’s name, and now he was practically the bane of her existence. “You know, it kinda sounds like you’re the one that’s obsessed with me, Ted.”

“Oh my god you two are annoying,” Max huffed loudly. She looked between the two of them as they shot dirty looks at each other. “Can we go home now before I barf?” she pulled on Billy’s arm. He jerked his arm away, but said nothing. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Teddi.” Max rolled her eyes and headed outside without him. For a moment Teddi thought they would be there all night. Neither would budge like it was some sort of sign of weakness. She almost felt like she was in some old western standoff.

But Billy was the first to crack. He let out a humorless chuckle, pushing off of the game and shooting one more smirk her way before sauntering outside. Teddi let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding in. “Boy,” Teddi jumped at the sound of Keith’s voice beside her. “That was some Gone With the Wind tension.” he said, crossing his arms as he and Teddi both watched Billy head back to his Camaro and drive off.

“...Don’t think just because you’re my boss that I won’t shank you with my screw driver.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 7 years

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Okie dokie, so this is officially the first Destiel fic I’ve ever finished! Woo! It got a little longer than I planned and the ending is a little rushed but I hope you like it anyway! (also on ao3!)

Dean was cool, okay? The coolest, in fact.

He drove the coolest car in the world. His baby was sleek and sexy and powerful, buttery soft leather bench seats perfect for long drives or sleeping on when no local hotels had any vacancies. And of course, the backseat was perfect for a different kind of late night activity.

He listened to the coolest music, the Holy Grail that was classic rock. He didn't care what Claire said, Led Zeppelin and Bob Seger would forever be cooler than what kids these days tried to pass off as music. Guitars and soul-filled lyrics would always beat out techno music and whatever the hell dubstep is.

He had one of the coolest, and most ridiculously dangerous, jobs on the face of the earth, hunting supernatural creatures only rivaled by pornstar as far as awesome jobs went. If his life hadn't gotten so fucked up when he was so young, he totally would have been a pornstar. Why? Because he's cool.

He lived in the coolest place in Kansas, if not the entire United States itself, in a freaking super secret underground bunker. That said it all really especially since the Bunker was indeed super secret.

He was damn good-looking if he did say so himself, what with his all-American, Midwestern good looks and gorgeous smile that could charm the pants off of virtually anyone. According to the laws of the universe, and high school for that matter, his physical attractiveness definitely made him cool.

He had survived forty years worth of torture in Hell and come back with a neat handprint on his arm as a souvenir. He had done a stint in Purgatory and come out smelling like a rose. He had fought demons and angels and Knights of Hell and pagan gods and the Darkness and lived to tell the tale. Only someone insanely cool could do that.

And to top it all off, like a scoop of vanilla ice cream on a nice piece of apple pie, he was dating a certified, wing-possessing, angel blade carrying angel of the freaking Lord, whom he had met. It didn't get much cooler than that.

So, the point is that Dean was cool. The coolest. Cool and aloof and brooding. Like a Batman type.

Definitely not the type that turned into a pathetic, blushing, bumbling nerd over his aforementioned dorky little angel boyfriend. Nope, not all. Except that he was. He totally, totally was.

He and Cas had been dating for months — four months, two weeks, and three days to be exact, not that Dean was counting or marking it off on his calendar because that would be super uncool — and he still found himself blushing like an idiot over the most innocent things.

Innocent things like whenever Cas leaned over while they were cooking dinner together to press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek. Or when he would reach over to tangle his and Dean's fingers together for no reason other than he wanted to hold hands.

Or when Cas would snuggle with him in the front seat of the Impala on days when Sam generously relinquished shotgun, laying his head on Dean's shoulder as they drove home after a hunt. Or when Cas would just stare at him, from across the kitchen table in the Bunker or a wobbly table at a hole in the wall diner, like Dean was the most precious, incredible thing he had ever seen.

Or when Cas would wander into the kitchen in the morning, grumpy from a lack of caffeine with his hair sticking up in all directions, and wrap his arms around Dean's waist from behind, pressing his cheek against Dean's back and complaining about how early it was. Or when Cas would encourage Dean to lay down on the couch with his head in the angel's lap, it always leading to them watching Netflix while Cas ran his fingers through Dean's hair.

Basically whenever Cas did anything remotely affection. Which was pretty often, Dean's embarrassing little habit an almost daily occurrence much to the amusement of Sam.

He thought the whole thing was freaking hilarious. Cas making Dean blush never failed to make Sam erupt into a fit of laughter, almost hysterical as he pointed at Dean's flushed face, making incoherent jokes about Dean resembling a tomato.

He was also rather fond of snapping pictures on his phone. Pictures that he usually sent to Charlie, Claire, Garth, Jody, and now Eileen whom he had been Skyping with regularly.

The first time Sam had taken a picture of Dean's blushing face, Cas and Dean had been curled up on the couch, watching some action movie they had found on Netflix. In the middle of some ridiculous action sequence with a gratuitous amount of obviously fake blood and slow motion, Cas had tipped his head to the side to lay a quick kiss on Dean's jaw.

Sam who had been sitting in a nearby armchair, tapping away on his laptop, had seized the opportunity and taken a quick picture of Dean's bright pink cheeks. When Dean had realized what Sam had done, he had hopped off the couch and launched himself at his younger brother who fled down the hall, his laughter echoing through the Bunker.

Dean still owed Sam a good kick in the ass for all of the pictures he had taken of him blushing. Mostly because it was so freaking embarrassing.

He was almost forty, as both loathe and proud as he was to admit it, he shouldn't be blushing like some ten year old girl every time his boyfriend kissed him. Especially since Cas never blushed. Never.

Dean had tried getting his angel to blush by giving him a taste of his own medicine but it never worked.

He had tried sneaking up behind Cas and twirling him around to peck him on the cheek but it hadn't worked. Cas had just huffed a laugh and smiled up at him, big and bright and breathtaking, greeting Dean with his signature, "Hello, Dean."

He had tried doing sappy, romantic things like spontaneously pulling Cas into an impromptu dance when they were supposed to be doing the dishes. After swaying around with Cas in his arms, their fingers intertwined as they danced, Dean had even dipped Cas, kissing the tip of his nose. But still no dice.

He had even tried performing over the top romantic gestures like bringing Cas breakfast in bed along with a bouquet of roses, lilies, and daisies that he had picked in the fields around the Bunker. Cas had been delighted, tugging Dean into an overjoyed kiss, but he hadn't blushed.

Dean had tried everything he could think of. He even asked Charlie for advice, then Sam when Charlie's plan fell through.

But Cas never blushed, no matter what Dean did. It would have been infuriating if Dean didn't love Cas so much.

And he did. So much so that it was almost embarrassing in itself, almost enough to make Dean blush without any action on Cas' part.

Even though none of his past attempts at making Cas had failed miserably, Dean was far from giving up. He was no quitter, damn it. He would make Cas blush, he just needed a new plan.

A burst pipe in the wall that flooded Cas' room provided the perfect opportunity. And yes, he realized that taking advantage of his boyfriend's misfortune was definitely a dick move, but he was a man on a mission.

Cas had stomped into the kitchen hours earlier than he usually did, typically dead to the world until late morning. He was in a pair of sopping wet sweatpants, a downright murderous expression on his face as he reported that a pipe had burst.

Luckily, his room stopped flooding after a while but his mattress was completely unsalvageable, the pipe bursting just above it and thoroughly soaking the bed and in the process, Cas. Soaking wet, his hair plastered to his forehead, he had looked like a grumpy cat that someone had tossed in the bathtub.

Dean hadn't been able to hold back his laughter, doubling over as Cas pouted about his ruined mattress. That had earned him a rather pissed off glare from Cas who had crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently in the puddle of water pooling on the floor around him.

Fortunately, Dean redeemed himself by offering to run Cas a hot shower and grab him some clothes, Cas' face lighting up at the thought. As Cas warmed back up in the hot shower, Dean braved the flood in his room to grab the angel a change of clothes, picking out a plain t-shirt, a comfy looking flannel that used to belong to Sam, and a pair of jeans they had picked up for him at the nearest Walmart.

His consideration earned him a grateful kiss on the couch when Cas emerged from the bathroom in the clothes Dean had picked out for him, looking much happier than earlier. As he finished mopping up the puddle in the kitchen, Sam told Cas that he could stay in one of the other guest rooms until they got his room fixed up which would be a few days thanks to the thunderstorm raging outside.

But Dean had vetoed that idea immediately. Instead, he invited Cas to stay with him for the time being, curling his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders as he made the offer.

Cas had squinted at him as he asked if Dean was sure, his head cocked to the side like a curious puppy. Dean had assured him that he was sure, leaning over to kiss Cas on the forehead, ruffling his damp hair until it stuck up in all different directions.

The day had passed without any further incident, most of their time spent looking for cases online to no avail. Things had definitely tapered off after the Darkness had been placated and God had reopened Heaven to the angels, returning their home and their wings.

They had Skyped with Claire for a bit, all three of them awkwardly cramming into frame as they talked about the last few weeks. Claire told them about what classes she had picked for her next semester and complained about midterms, tacking on that she and Alex were getting along much better now.

After talking to Jody for a while, the sheriff teasing Dean about what a cute couple he and Cas made until he ended up flushing pink, they decided to call it a day. Over a cozy dinner of homemade chili, they watched the season premiere of Game of Thrones, squished together on the couch with Cas' head on Dean's shoulder.

Still hungry, Dean had rustled up some ice cream from the freezer, a decadent rocky road that called to him like a siren. Forgoing bowls, he simply grabbed three spoons and carried the carton back to the couch where they all helped themselves to the dessert.

And yes, Dean may have blushed when Cas took his first taste and let out a delighted, breathy little sigh that Dean was definitely going to think about later when he was alone. But it wasn't his fault, Cas was just that good at making him blush.

Some time after they had finished off the ice cream, Dean decided to retire for the evening, standing up and stretching as he announced how tired he was. He had leaned down to peck Cas on the cheek, telling him to come to his room whenever he was ready, before padding down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower.

Then, he waited for Cas.

Sprawled out on his back on his bed, he stretched out his legs, wiggling his toes and shifting around to get more comfortable. After his shower he had thrown on a black t-shirt and some black boxer briefs and plopped down on his luxurious memory foam mattress, leaving room for Cas to slip into bed beside him, perfectly content with just drifting off to sleep.

But of course, now that he was freshly showered and dressed for bed, the last thing he wanted to do was actually go to sleep, suddenly feeling wide awake. Grumbling about how freaking typical that was, he shimmied around again, grabbing his TV remote to do some intense channel surfing.

He had just settled on a rerun of Family Feud with the original host when a tentative knock came at his bedroom door. A smile stretched across his face as he called, "Come in!"

The door opened a few inches to reveal an almost timid looking Cas, still in the clothes Dean had grabbed him earlier, a small smile on his face. Taking a few steps into Dean's room, he closed the door behind him and glanced around a bit, grinning at the pictures Dean had on his nightstand, proudly displayed in brand new frames.

Cas hesitated by the door for a little longer before announcing, "I assume I'll be sleeping on the couch."

He pointed at the green couch by the door as he said it, drawing Dean's attention to the sofa. Snapping his eyes back up to meet Cas' he argued, "What? No. Dude, you're sleeping in the bed with me."

"Oh," Cas murmured simply, his gaze shifting over to the spot on the bed Dean had left for him. A small smile lifted the corner of his lips when Dean patted the spot beside his hip, flashing Cas his most charming grin.

Why Cas thought he was going to be relegated to the couch all night was a mystery to him. He paused, smile freezing on his face, as something occurred to him. Sitting up, he amended "Uh, I mean, y'know... Unless you're more comfortable with that. I can take the couch if you want so you can have the bed."

Fortunately, Cas cut him off before he ended up rambling any more than he already had. With an amused little smile, he informed Dean, "I'd rather share the bed with you."

"Oh," Dean said intelligently. "Uh, good. So, you gonna get changed? Trust me, jeans ain't the most comfortable thing to sleep in."

Cas blinked and looked down at himself, as though he had completely forgotten about what he was wearing. Glancing back up at Dean, he admitted, "I don't have any other clothes with me—" he hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the door "—I can go grab some."

"Nah, don't bother," Dean countered. Waving his hand at his dresser, he suggested, "Just borrow some of mine, babe."

Cas sent him a grateful and walked over to the dresser, pulling out drawers and rifling around for something to wear. As Cas perused through Dean's wardrobe, Dean laid back down, punching his pillow a few times before settling back with a sigh.

As another family guessed what the survey said on screen, Dean's gaze strayed over to Cas as he shrugged out of the hand-me-down flannel and promptly tugged off his t-shirt. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his shirtless boyfriend, running over the curve of Cas' shoulder and the way the muscles in his arms and chest flexed as he balled up his clothes and tossed them in Dean's laundry hamper.

He nearly swallowed his tongue, not that he would ever admit it, because Cas was seriously hot. Sure, he had always been attracted to Cas, always wondering what the dork looked like under his trench coat but this blew all of his expectations out of the water.

Cas may not have super defined abs or bulging biceps but he was all muscle, his arms sinewy and strong looking, his stomach flat with a small trail of hair beneath his navel. Cas' skin looked soft to the touch, unmarred by any human faults like scars, the tattoo he had once had above his hip gone thanks to the time God had healed him.

He bet Cas would feel amazing in his arms, skin against skin as they held each other all through the night. And yes, he realized that was right out of a chick flick but he didn't care, too busy ogling his boyfriend as he tugged off his jeans.

He was wearing a pair of starchy white boxers, so boring that it was almost hot in itself. His thighs were thick with muscle, his calves wiry like a runner's, overall the sexiest pair of legs Dean had ever seen.

Cas was unbelievably gorgeous. So, being the cool and classy gentleman that he was, Dean stuck two fingers in his mouth and wolf whistled.

Cas paused, Dean's nearly threadbare AC/DC t-shirt in his hands, and looked over at Dean, his brow furrowed in confusion. Tilting his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes a fraction and guilelessly inquired, "Why are you whistling?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "It's a wolf whistle, Cas."

"Wolves cannot whistle," Cas stated with a solemn shake of his head, still frowning. "I suppose a howl is similar enough but it certainly isn't an actual whistle."

"It's just called a wolf whistle, Cas," Dean explained with another roll of his eyes. Smirking, he further elaborated, "Means you look good. Real good, babe."

He followed up his comment with a smirk and a wink. Then, he watched in pure, unadulterated delight as Cas ducked his head, looking shy.

And what was that? Was that a blush on Cas' cheeks?

Dean squinted, focusing on Cas' face to confirm that the flush on the angel's face was indeed a blush. He wanted to pump his fist in the air and let out a whoop of triumphant but he managed to restrain himself, the gears in his mind turning.

So, was it compliments that made Cas blush? Or maybe it was something else, something less innocent.

He remembered the way Cas had fidgeted all those years ago when Dean had practically interrogated him about his virginity, how he had nervously rubbed the back of his neck and avoided meeting Dean's eyes. He thought about the terrified, embarrassed look on his face when they had been approached by the ironically dubbed Chastity at the brothel.

More recently, he had bumbled his way through an awkward explanation of why he had been half naked when that reaper bitch April had stabbed him with his own angel blade. Dean had been glad to note that they hadn't actually gotten down to having sex, Cas deserving a better first time than with some asshole manipulating him. He had also noted the way Cas had been extremely embarrassed by the whole ordeal though at the time Dean had simply thought the newly human Cas had just been embarrassed that he had been tricked.

Added to the fact that they had been together for months yet had not progressed past a few particularly heated kisses, at the behest of Cas who usually ended things before they could even get to second base, he had enough evidence to surmise that Cas was embarrassed by sex.

Cas pulled on Dean's AC/DC t-shirt, keeping his head down as he tugged it on over his head, ruffling his hair. He paused as he picked up a pair of Dean's sweatpants, glancing over at Dean's own lack of pants before dropping the sweats back into the drawer.

He shrugged and rounded the bed to climb in next to Dean, their arms brushing as he did. A contented sigh slipped out of his mouth as he sunk into the memory foam, laying his head on Dean's extra pillow.

Dean tilted his head to the side to look over at Cas, not satisfied with the fleeting blush he had finally wrought. Which gave him an idea that was pretty ingenious if he said so himself.

"Hey, you tired, babe?" He asked first. Cas didn't necessarily need to sleep but he often did, apparently rather fond of taking naps. If Dean had a dollar for every time he found Cas dozing in the library he'd be rich.

"Not especially, no," Cas replied, scooting a few inches closer in order to rest his head on Dean's shoulder. "Sam decided to go to bed and I saw no point in watching TV alone. Not when I could be with you."

Dean hesitated for a moment as his face filled with heat that Cas' comment caused. His boyfriend was such a romantic sap, especially when he wasn't even trying.

Regaining his composure, Dean grabbed the remote to his DVD player, pulling up Netflix. As he searched through the titles, he told Cas, "There's a movie I think you might like. Not real long. You up for it?"

Cas just nodded, Dean feeling the movement against his shoulder, Cas' stubble rasping against the sleeve of Dean's t-shirt. Smiling to himself, Dean queued up the movie and laid back to wait.

It was some artsy movie, something about a guy finding himself in Paris through the art and the music and the food. He had only watched it because the summary had advertised the wrong movie, a supernatural thriller that actually sounded pretty cool.

He knew that Cas would like it, would enjoy the music and the in depth monologues about the meaning of life and the inner conflict of humanity. But that wasn't why he had chosen the movie. No, it was because of the scene about half an hour in.

It was a sex scene, specifically a gay sex scene featuring miles of moonlit skin and a beautiful instrumental piece of music playing in the background. As far as sex scenes went, it was pretty good, passionate and engaging without being pornographic or gratuitous.

It was actually kind of beautiful, two men who had been dancing around each other for the whole movie finally resolving the tension between them. And, yes, it was really hot. Turning his head to the side a bit, he told Cas as much.

"This part always gets me going," he announced plainly as though he was discussing the weather not the fact that he had popped a boner once or twice while watching the scene. Before Cas could take his words too literally and ask where he was going, Dean tacked on, "Y'know, makes me horny. Turned on. Aroused."

"I'm aware of what horny means," Cas mumbled, his voice quiet as he rolled over onto his side, raising a hand to rest on Dean's chest. His voice sounded a little strange, a bit strained. When Dean took a peek at Cas' face, he saw that it was bright pink.

Upping the ante, Dean curled his arm around Cas', letting his fingers drift down over Cas' arm, teasing at the fine hair on his forearm. He smirked proudly to himself when Cas shivered in his arms, the angel blinking in surprise at his own actions.

Pulling back a few inches, Cas raised himself up on his elbow, biting his perpetually chapped bottom lip as he peered at Dean's face. Sounding both curious and somewhat accusatory, Cas ventured, "Dean...?"

"Yeah, babe?" Dean answered, trying to bite back the cocky smile he felt tugging at the corner of his lips at the sight of Cas' still flushed face. But staring into Cas' critical eyes made him break and he ended up smiling with a choked laugh.

"I knew it," Cas grumbled, his forehead creasing as he frowned, his insanely pink lips jutting out in an adorably grumpy pout. He poked Dean in the chest as he accused, "You're making fun of me."

"What? No. No, no, no," Dean rushed to assure him, sitting up and cupping Cas' face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over his cheeks. Feeling like a jackass, he apologized, "I'm sorry, Cas. I just wanted to make you blush."

"Why?" Cas asked slowly, narrowing his eyes in a way that told Dean he better think long and hard about his answer. He didn't. Instead, he just winged it.

"Because you're always making me blush and I finally found a way to get you to blush," Dean explained in one big, hurried breath. "I just wanted to see you blush, Cas. I'm sorry."

Cas hummed thoughtfully before settling back down, tugging Dean down with him. With a casual sigh, he said, "We could keep watching. I believe this scene is getting me going, as well."

It was Dean's turn to blush.

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butchstolemysweetroll · 7 years

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Tagged by @saxrohmerwon ages ago on my brief other blog and just noticed it, thanks bruh ily <3

Rules: Always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, then write 10 questions of your own, and tag some friends!

1. Favorite city (or town/small island/et cetera) in the world and why?

I guess it’d be Avalon. I basically spent every summer of my life there with family and it’s really small (only seven miles long) so you wind up going to the same few ice cream places or antique stores or pizza shops all the time but you never really get bored of it. The whole place has a quiet, old-timey shore town nostalgia to it too that’s super sweet. And like some of my all time favorite memories were staying on the beach until sunset when the lifeguards were gone so we could swim wherever we wanted, or climbing on the outfall pipe and walking to see how far out I was brave enough to go (it got “higher” ((read: the sand started to disappear)) the further out over the water you went), or walking on the beach at night. That was my favorite part, the nighttime. It’s weird how quiet but how alive everything got after dark, and I could hunt for ghost crabs or watch fireworks and the lights from town on the water, and the sand never bothered me as much when it was cool from the dark.

2. Describe your favorite scent/s.

Autumn, if that counts as a smell. But the combined scent of really brisk air and smoky burning leaves and fresh damp ones and hay and I guess plant life generally decaying, but in a sweet way? I also like flower smells obviously, and food smells, but those are boring to talk about. Gasoline, the specific kind of fake (cotton) paper money is printed on. Coffee. I’ve learned to kind of like the smell of cigarettes on clothes, because my boyfriend smokes and I like waking up in the sweater I wore the night before with that smell still on it. People have smells too. Like my mom smells like perfume even when she isn’t wearing any, and it’s nice. And babies smell rad and trigger ALL of my maternal impulses (cannot wait to reproduce, it’s gonna be gr8). And the boy smells really nice... Not even in like a what-deodorant-are-you-wearing kind of way but like skin and sweat and waking up warm in a cold house on Wednesday mornings. And when he comes home from work smelling like fresh cut grass and wet dirt it’s v nice.

3. Who is/was your favorite teacher and why?

My Romantic Lit professor currently, because he teaches exactly what I want to teach and I have a career crush on him. He’s also just super excitable and enthusiastic (let’s talk about that WEIRD weekend in Geneva the Shelleys took guys! Blake was an EDGELORD!) which I love.

I also had a professor at my old school who was super cool and helped me through a lot of shit? I took her personal essay class right as I was sort of in recovery for depression following a terrible, low key emotionally unhealthy (abusive? I still don’t know if I can use that word? Either way, OVER-SHARING YAY) romantic relationship and I explored that and a lot of other stuff pertaining to my childhood and relationships and discovering my queerness in my work for her class, and she was super supportive and involved in helping me experiment with new formats and really use writing as a therapeutic tool and it helped me heal a lot. She was also just a super cool lady (lots of tattoos and wispy blonde hair and a quiet voice, kind of a hipster fairy) who hung out with me at a local music festival in town when I was like fresh out of the hospital and having trouble being around my normal friends. She just always made sure her door was open and went out of her way to make me feel better, and to this day I appreciate that.

4. What is your favorite poem? (Substitute with “song” if you don’t have a favorite poem.)

Oh my GOD, don’t make me choose. I’m obsessed with the Romantics and a few contemporaries have my heart, but I guess I’d have to say “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. It’s just beautiful and hopeful and simple enough that tiny me could fall in love with it and appreciate it almost in its fullness when I was too young to grasp other works.

5. Weirdest thing you’ve ever heard out-of-context?

Ever? I don’t tend to remember stuff like that for a long time unless I’d like hypothetically overheard a murder or something, but last night some girl was walking back from our student center with her friends and angrily shouted that she wanted to “put her dong through a snare drum” which made me laugh.

6. Best concert experience? (If you have never been to a concert, what do you hope your first concert will be?)

Still gotta say Green Day after just turning 15 years old. I’d never been to a concert before and they were my favorite band at the time. I was so proud to be there because I had 0 dollars to my name and no one would hire me because I was underage, so I had to earn every penny for those tickets doing gross menial work like removing and scrubbing window frames that hadn’t seen soap in maybe a decade (SO MANY SPIDERS), and teeny bopper me thought that was 'punk.’ And at one point Billie Joe Armstrong, who my pathetic little emo self wanted to MARRY told the audience he was proud of everyone who’d worked their ass off to afford to come see them play and I remember turning to my dad and screaming “HE MEANS ME!” It was so wholesome.

7. Favorite holiday (or other special occasion) and why?

Christmas! My house was THE Christmas house growing up. My parents put so much effort into it and it was the cutest thing. Besides the outrageous amount of decorations and the amazing food that takes all week to make and the cute tradition of having my grandparents spend the night to watch us open presents first thing in the morning, the best part of Christmas growing up was definitely the effort my family put into making us kids believe Santa was real for way longer than necessary. One year my uncle got a flashlight and a red solo up and climbed trees in our yard so we’d see “Rudolph’s nose” if we looked out the window. We put out reindeer food every year. My dad would stomp around shaking jingle bells and someone always climbed on the roof making noise, and my mom knew calligraphy, so she’d write us scrolls from Santa on legit parchment and toast it in the oven so it would curl. One year we had an old, old family friend who was a Santa impersonator show up with a legit sleigh and a giant book with all the family member’s names and the years they were naughty and nice in it and stories about why and it was so cute. So whereas most kids found out around like 8 my parents went to extreme lengths so that I believed it until I was like 11 and honestly, I’m really glad they did, because it was a kick ass childhood. I definitely want to be that level of extra when I become a parent.

8. Did you ever play an instrument growing up? If so, how did it go for you?

Guitar, bass, after I learned guitar I could play pretty much anything pluckable with strings, so I had a Romanian lap harp (I was such a cool kid) and I would sometimes play my sister’s viola (often incorrectly and like a guitar, but it was fun to sample when I recorded stuff). I haven’t sang or touched an instrument in like seven years though. I kind of gave up after sad life stuff happened but I want to pick it back up again. I really miss music.

9. If you were given $100 today, what would you do with the money?

Use it toward Christmas presents for loved ones. Since I’m basically not allowed out of the house after I go home for break I have to do Christmas early with the friends and boyfriend.

10. What’s the scariest movie you have ever seen? (Define scary however you like.)

I love scary movies so this is hard, but I guess anything in which children are genuinely evil? Like not even in a supernatural way; it’s not horror but watching We Need To Talk About Kevin fucked me up. I guess being a mom is like so much something that I want, and imagining that happening would def keep me up at night. Especially because I would not know what to do.

Now, for questions:

1. What’s your favorite article of clothing?

Dresses but also plain black leggings. And I have very soft sweatpants that fit just right.

2. Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal?

Nope. I can’t sleep with the live one either lol, Bynx likes to sleep RIGHT where I want to roll over and screams and puts his paws in my mouth when he wants attention.

3. Do you believe in heaven? Hell?

Both, Catholic.

4. Do you listen to podcasts? What are your favorite ones?

Not really, but I’d like to, in theory. It just seems like more effort somehow than watching TV and I am always tired.

5. What was your go-to game during recess?

Four square.

6. Where do you see yourself in the next ten years– not in a job interview kind of way, but actually?

Awwww this is cute to think about. I guess I’d like to be living in like a really woodland but not isolating place, somewhere where my house can be on a lake or by woods or mountains but if I drive ten minutes there’s a cozy-sized town with all I need. Maybe in like Virginia or Vermont. I’m a professor of Gothic Literature at the local college, and my students are engaged and inspiring and call me by my first name. I’m in a pretty and not-too-big house, but it’s warm and smells like our fireplace. I’m married to my lovely guy, and both our jobs are flexible enough that we can have dinner as a family and spend time with our brood of kids. And they pay well enough that we might not be wealthy but we never have to worry. The cat’s still with us and we’ve got a dog, too. We go on camping trips and The Lumberjack teaches the kids how to build fires and tie knots and dad stuff like that. One of the kids at least loves reading and the house is full of books - I’ve got a home office full of bookshelves and a reading nook. We’ve got a porch where we can bundle up and drink wine in the evening after the kids are in bed. We’re not rich but not poor, and our families get along and come to visit. My parents still ask us over for Christmas every year. Wherever I teach, my kids can go there for free.

7. Do you have a favorite visual artist? Who are they?

Oh lord, I don’t know. I mean I like art but I hate the process of liking art. It’s so much more involved than “I like how this piece makes me feel” and I don’t enjoy that. I like individual pieces and I don’t know enough about art to really speak on it.

I guess, though, I like Dali and Khalo as people. They seem unpretentious and fun. Which is surprising because I guess the way their work is talked about you’d think the opposite.

8. Do you really like a food that most people think is disgusting? Or, do you like a popular food to a disgusting degree?

Not really but like I put too much hot sauce / jalapenos on everything and it disgusts people. And I put way too much sugar in coffee, and creamer too.

9. What music did your parents play in the house/car?

My mom is a New Wave junkie like me and my dad had more complicated taste. He was never big into music, so he only really likes a few artists for their voices and some songs for nostalgia. So we listened to a lot of oldies and swing and Judy Garland, but he also loved Blondie and Boston.

10. What would you tell your 15-year-old self?

I’d tell her she’s a lot stronger than she’s going to think she is one day and to tough it out. That people love her and will love her. That when you get older, family is hard, but it’s worth it to work on things. That she’s smarter than she thinks she is and should try harder in school, because when she finally does have faith in herself, it’ll pay off.

Tagging whoever else wants to do this - it’s cold and rainy (here at least) and we could all use a day of warm socks and procrastinating with asks, honestly.

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