#he was trying REALLY trying but Cas was too clueless

[drulalovescas]

That time Dean was trying to get Cas to shower with him but Cas didn't get the memo

[starlvcied]

THINGS THEY DO THAT YOU FIND CUTE (CLASS 1-A) - [PT. 1]

characters ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jirou, momo yaoyorozu

g/n reader, no warnings.

✮⋆˙ - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.

✮⋆˙ - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.

✮⋆˙ - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.

✮⋆˙ - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.

✮⋆˙ - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.

✮⋆˙ - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.

✮⋆˙ - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.

✮⋆˙ mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.

✮⋆˙ : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.

✮⋆˙ - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.

✮⋆˙ kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.

✮⋆˙ momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)

[tyunkus]

use me

pairing: mean dom bf!taehyun x f!reader

synopsis: taehyun wants you to beg. maybe he should make you. 

wc: 2.2k

warnings: reader is fem-bodied and also referred to as a girl! established relationship, dirty talk, begging, masturbation, OVERSTIM, cowgirl/riding, you’re both mean to each other in this but he’s meaner U will never beat him, not really hard dom just mean dom, taehyun calls u: baby, angel, pretty girl, he also calls u stupid (sorry), princess Of Course

note: basically a continued? fic version of this ask. i was h word one day and decided that the concept was too sexy to be kept as a thought/drabble so i extended it! hurray! u could think of this within the same universe as amazon wishlist tbh. and also imagine taehyun with his blue hair and sexy arms and sexy face and sexy abs and sexy lips and

You would be lying if you said you didn’t know how you ended up here.

The truth is, you know exactly how this all began—with Taehyun fisting his cock in front of you, moaning like a whore, and you watching him and refusing to beg.

Still, if you were to be completely honest, you don’t know exactly why you were acting like such a brat. The night had been normal leading up to when you two entered the bedroom; Taehyun had cooked you dinner, washed the dishes while you made dessert, picked what show to watch while you sat on his lap on the couch. Maybe it was then that this all truly began, when you began to wriggle too much, just to feel the firmness of his hands on your waist, the swelling of his cock underneath your thighs. And that had led to him dragging you to bed, telling you to ask nicely if you wanted to suck his cock. You didn’t listen. You still won’t.

It had taken him probably about ten minutes of jacking himself off slowly in front of you as “punishment”—pretty hand wrapped around his even prettier cock, hard and lubed up—before he finally realized that his ultimate plan to make you beg was never going to work. Not if you kept staring up at him from where you knelt down next to the bed, looking like some sort of perfect, clueless angel. Like something he could break if he wanted to.

That definitely gave him an idea. And so it started with you on your knees, looking up at him all sweet and perfect, and your stubbornness has led you back on his lap, biting your lip nervously as you try to decipher the look in his eyes beyond carnal hunger. Taehyun gets like this sometimes. And it’s fucking hot.

“You okay, princess?” he asks, running his calloused hands down your thighs. Checking in, as he always does; not only for your sake, but it turns him on knowing you want to get fucked as much as he wants to fuck you. You don’t mention it, though—you don’t say anything at all, just nod, giving him a tight-lipped smile. As bratty and uncaring as you had been acting earlier, seeing Taehyun get himself off had affected you a lot more than you let on. You had felt the wetness seeping between your legs literally seconds after he had gotten his cock out and started fucking his fist. That wasn’t something you could control—however, being all solemn and acting like you didn’t care, that was something you excelled at. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

“Blueberry,” you mumble back, running a hand through his hair, and he graces you with a smile.

Satisfied, he settles hsi back on the bed, reaching an arm behind his head to rest on. “You know what to do, princess,” Taehyun rasps, giving your ass a small pat. You squirm, giving him a look. “C’mon. Ride me.”

“What?”

“If you don’t wanna beg, that’s fine. Just make yourself feel good. Use me. Use this cock to make yourself come,” he tells you lowly. “I know you love it. Don’t pretend like you don’t.”

You make a small noise, miffed, but you obey anyways, grabbing the base of his cock. You make sure to look him in the eye when you slide him in, but a part of you regrets it, because Taehyun truly doesn’t back down, gazing up at you with every second, every inch of his cock that fills you. You can’t even muffle the small moan that you let out after you take him all in, and you certainly can’t hide your blissed out face when you start moving up and down. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it—how good he feels, how good he looks, staring down at the place at which your bodies connect. You can’t help it, you’re obsessed with his face, the way it scrunches when you clench down on him and smoothes itself out when you slow down your hips. There’s a lot of things you could love about Taehyun, and one of them is how he looks during sex.

Taehyun, to his credit, spends the next ten minutes or so pretty quietly, evidently trying to stick to his own plan of letting you fuck yourself on him. It’s a weird punishment, you must say, not one that you’re really used to, but hey. Taehyun’s already ruined you for anyone else’s cock—it’s not like you’ll complain at the chance to ride him. And he likes it, too; you can tell even if he won’t say anything, from the slight grimaces he makes, the way he tilts his head back whenever you grind back down.

His plan might work. It’s getting harder and harder to pretend like riding him isn’t affecting you. Your legs start to shake. The moans you let out are higher, shakier. You can barely hold yourself up by the time Taehyun finally takes the initiative to grab your hips and help you move against him, grunting out a Got you, baby right as your first orgasm crashes down on you.

“Fuck,” he says, as you slump over and your head meets his chest. He runs the very tips of his fingers up and down your torso, dancing them all about your skin until you’re shaking even more. Goosebumps spring from where he touches you, but he doesn’t stop, smiles at the way you twitch when his hands brush the ticklish spot underneath your tits.

And then his hands still on your waist, and his fingers fasten around them a little tighter, and then he’s moving you up and down by the pure strength of those goddamn arms. Fuck. You must say it out loud, squeaky and accidental, because below you Taehyun lets out a chuckle and then his fingers are on your clit and fuck. Fuck.

“T-Taehyun,” you breathe out, your voice wavering, “I j-just came.”

The steely look he fixes you is enough to shut you up. “And I haven’t, so keep fucking riding me,” he snaps. “You know what to say if you really can’t take it, right?”

You only nod helplessly, moving up and down his cock again, the feeling of him inside you sending a spark of electricity down your spine. Blueberry, blueberry, fuck, it’s too much but you would never say it, not now, when it’s so much that it feels so good. Fuck, there’s no reason it should feel this good. Taehyun twists at your nipples and chuckles when your hips jolt at the sensation—fuck Kang Taehyun and his skillful hands and perfectly composed self. You can’t even think but he’s quite literally pulling at all of your most sensitive parts.

You feel Taehyun’s hips start to grind up into yours. You can tell from that, as well as his fidgeting hands, that he’s starting to get impatient. “Come on, princess, keep going. Thought I was boring you, right? Don’t tap out on me now, baby, be fucking grateful I’m even giving you my cock—”

You shake your head, adamant. “No, no, nonono I can’t I can’t, ’s too much, fuck, Taehyun, Taehyun please—”

“Aw, it’s too much? You begging for me now? Wanna be good for me?” he rasps, smacking your ass. Leave it to Taehyun to say just the right thing to have you squirming, even if he’s technically upset with you. “Fuck, look at you, sweet girl, fucking shaking for me. Keep going. Keep riding my fucking dick, I’m not gonna ask you again.”

You wail, finally lowering your hands from your face to steady them on his shoulders. You move up and down, slowly, trying not to think about the sounds you’re making, the sounds of skin against skin and your wet cunt.

“Be good and make me come. Make me come, you were so mean to me today, this is the least you could do for me—fuck, fuck—”

“How have you not come yet?” you whine, and fuck, you can feel your strength slipping away from where your hands are fastened on his shoulders. Taehyun only lets out a breathy laugh underneath you and lands a soft smack to your butt. “Taehyun, please, I can’t—can’t, I just... Pleeeaaase, please, hmngh, fuck.”

Taehyun’s grip hardens on your hips, and you still. He tugs you down so you’re face to face, and your tummy flutters at his expression—eyes narrowed, lips swollen, fucked out and so fucking hot. “Too much, baby?” he pants, threading his hands through your hair. You nod, moaning and nibbling against his collarbones, and there are a few seconds of this breathless quiet, as you both find your breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. Eventually, he tugs you away from where you suck on his skin. Gives you a winning smile. You almost forget he’s annoyed with you. “Okay, angel. Too much? All tired out? Fine. Fine. We’ll do it your way.”

You can feel his hips moving underneath you, his cock still inside. “Hyunnie,” you mumble, scrabbling at his chest, but he only grunts. It takes a few moments for him to adjust his position and really dig his heels into the mattress before he’s suddenly fucking up into you with a loud, desperate moan. The pace he sets from the start is staggering; you can barely process the new position before he’s all up in your guts, pounding into you, until you can’t even fucking think.

“S-stupid girl, can’t even ride her poor boyfriend properly, always gotta do everything myself,” he mutters through gritted teeth, eyes transfixed on where his hips slam into yours. “Ff-fuck, don’t you feel sorry for me? Can’t even make me come without getting all dumb ‘n drooly. C’mon, kiss me. Kiss me, princess, make me feel better.”

You mewl and move to oblige, pressing your soft lips all over his face—cheekbones, jawline, nose—but it’s hard to land them properly with how fast he moves underneath you, completely throwing you off-balance. You resort to whimpering while struggling to keep yourself up with your arms, hands still resting on his firm chest. Taehyun doesn’t even care, too busy fucking up into you to notice.

“Say sorry now,” he instructs, his tone still cold and unfeeling. “Say sorry for being mean to your boyfriend, tell me how much you love me.”

“’M sorry, I’m so sorry,” you cry, your lips still latched onto his skin. “I’m sorry for being mean, ’m sorry, you make me feel so good, always mmf, making me come—hnng, love you, I love you, Taehyun—”

“Good job. Good girl, good fucking girl. Fuck. Your pussy’s so—hah, so good, so sweet to me, so perfect—” He smiles wickedly, showing his teeth, and you almost come again just looking at him, his blue hair matted against sweaty, golden skin. “Love this princess cunt, love you. Gonna make me come, love you, I love you, sweet angel, fuck– I love you so much—”

“W-wanna come,” you warble, the feeling so sudden but so intense that all you can think about is how much you need it, regardless of how it was at the back of your mind before. It’s like your brain has caught up to you, all of your pent-up desire crashing back down on you in a landslide. You start begging before you even realize it. “Please, please, pleaseplease Taehyun please Tyunnie pleaseee let me come letmecome—”

You’re breathless, needy, begging like a fucking slut and you know it, but Taehyun—Taehyun has never looked prouder, gazing up at you with his achingly kind eyes, nodding at you slowly, like he wants to make sure you understand. “Gonna come again?” he whispers, lips pressed against the tips of your fingers, and you nod. He hums and smiles, the tip of his tongue peeking out to lick at your thumb. “Good girl, come for me again, princess. Just one more, you can do it, make me proud—fuck, c’mon, I’ll come with you, ffffuck, princess, I love you—”

There’s a brief second between Taehyun’s rambling and both your orgasms—and he chooses that second to twine his fingers with yours and kiss your temple. It’s probably the hardest you’ve come all night, but what really has you reeling isn’t your climax, it’s how Taehyun looks after his own; sweaty, breathing hard, still looking at you. God knows how long he had been holding back. You had half-expected him to black out right after, but no, he’s just gazing at you, like you’re something to be admired even with your face all sweaty and hair a mess.

You lean down to kiss him anyways, regardless of how you look, kissing him more for your own benefit than his—he receives it with his usual eagerness and a quick smile against your teeth, almost missable. He pulls away, letting the both of you breathe for a moment, chests rising and falling against each other’s.

“Princess.” Taehyun presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose and breathes out. “I loooove you,” he murmurs in a sing-song voice, and taps his fingers against the column of your throat. “Did so well, my pretty girl. You feeling okay? Need some water?”

“Water would be great,” you reply, nuzzling in closer to him. “Could you draw me a bath later? Please?” 

“Begging for me now, huh?”

You poke the side of his stomach and he jolts with a harsh laugh. What an ass, you think, kissing his cheek. I love him. “Shut up.”

[crxss01]

— Heartache

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ jason grace x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ jason and you were dating before he was taken by hera, when he comes back he chooses piper over you leaving you heartbroken.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, hurt/no comfort, breaking up (is not even stated, he just dated someone else), curse words, jason is kind of an asshole, i love him but i hate him here, piper was clueless about your existence, no piper bashing.

m. list, main m.list.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i found this request so interesting and i really enjoyed (even though it hurt) writing this idea for you!

you stood stunned, looking at your boyfriend as he stood there having just climb out of the greek ship. you were too shocked to move towards him, almost a year ago you had started dating and then a couple of months ago he completely disappeared but that time he was missing only made your feelings for him grow.

you had grown desperate to find him and when you found out that he had been sent to camp half-blood you had felt relieved because that meant that there was a chance he was still alive and that you would be able to see him again.

you finally got over your surprised and when you took one step to run towards him like the blonde had done for percy, you didn’t know how you hadn’t notice the hand that jason was holding or the way he was looking at you with guilty eyes.

those same eyes that used to look exactly like that when he did something that you didn’t like, for example one time he made your entire cohort have cleaning duty for a week for something only one of you guys did. it pissed you off extremely that all of your cohort had to pay for somebody’s mistake, now that look was there and you didn’t like it one bit.

this couldn’t be happening.

during the feast you watched their interactions quietly and you weren’t dumb so you connected the dots quickly, hazel kept giving you glances full of pity and reyna glanced at you once in a while.

when others started going their separate ways, (ella with tyson, octavian leaving with leo and others just doing whatever.) you finally decided to speak up when jason had the audacity to ask reyna if he could show the girl, piper, around.

“jason, i think that we have something to discuss before you do that. don’t you think?” you raised an eyebrow, using all your strength to pray to the gods that you don’t start to cry right then and there.

“umm, sure..” he appeared uncomfortable, and piper looked confused.

“i’m his girlfriend,” you told her. “or ex? i don’t know, last time i saw him i was pretty sure we were even in love with each other.” you said the word like it physically hurt to say, and it did because he even told you that he loved you so what was this shit he was pulling now.

“hey,” jason said before you can continue saying more stuff. “we’ll talk, you don’t have to put this onto her. she didn’t know.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop yourself from crying and nodded, turning and walking away from the group expecting him to follow you which he did but not before telling her that he will explain everything later. the way he defended her hurt you so much, it was like you didn’t matter anymore.

you finally reached a place where you could have some privacy with him, it was actually the thinking tree. the spot where you and jason met, where he met up with you a couple of times before dating you, where he asked you out, where you had your first kiss with him, where you two said your first i love you and where you last saw each other until now.

you were the one to name the tree and you remember jason’s sweet laugh when you told him the name, he found it interesting that you liked to come under a tree so that you would be able to think with nothing else in mind and then go and give it a name.

“you remember this?” you asked him, nodding at the tree.

“yeah…” he looked at it and you hoped he was getting deja vu.

“why are you dating her?” you asked him, straight to the point. “you are dating me, jason. that’s called cheating, something i never expected you to do.”

“listen, i didn’t mean to. it just happened.” jason explained. “i really like her, and i want to stay with her.”

“did you have your memories back at the time this feelings continued to grow?” you asked, still trying to keep your cool.

“yes,” he nodded. “but there was nothing i could do to stop it.”

“jason, i—” your voice broke, the tears started to spill out. “i w—waited for you, all this time…”

“i’m sorry, but i didn’t ask you to do that.” jason said, looking at you with pity which you hated. “i want to stay with her because she makes me happier than i have ever been, i’m sorry that this hurts you.”

“you want to stay with her?” you asked shocked, those words had cut deep.

“yes, and—”

a shrill sound pierced the air. lights flashed in the direction you two had come from.

“piper!” jason rushed in that direction without even glancing back at you.

that single word alone was enough to completely shatter your heart.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

[mousy-nona]

First — I love your work and your account! Your characterization is incredible and I really enjoy your style. Second — Radioapple prompt! I know its a common one in the fandom, but I love the concept of them dancing/getting to know each other through mutual love of music. Not too specific, but I think it definitely has room to be cute! <3

A major sacrifice

But clueless at the time

Enter, Caroline

Just trust me, you'll be fine

“What is that noise?”

Lucifer turned around warily. It was always good to be wary around Alastor. “Music.”

Alastor gave him a Look. It was his “Don’t Be An Obtuse Idiot” look, the one he saved just for Lucifer. 

He sighed. “It’s a song. The humans come up with some interesting stuff when left to their own devices.” He waved to the radio sitting on his desk. “It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out how to connect this old thing to some of Earth’s music stations.” 

Alastor’s ears twitched, a surefire sign he was interested and trying not to show it. He lowered himself down onto the other side of the sofa, and they listened in silence together. 

And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it

Another version of me, I was in it

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.

“I’ve never heard of these instruments,” Alastor mused. 

“Synth? It’s a pretty new invention. I believe it was heavily popular around the 1980s, and it’s gone in and out of style since then. What do you think?”

“It doesn’t have as much soul as a good saxophone or a piano riff, but it’s not horrible.” Alastor admitted. “I don’t suppose humans on Earth still listen to singers like Ella Fitzgerald?”

“Hard to match a once-in-a-lifetime artist like Ella,” Lucifer remarked. Alastor snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with pure, genuine delight. It was rare to see him so excited about anything that didn’t have anything to do with blood or death, and Lucifer drank it in like a man dying of thirst. 

“Exactly,” Alastor grinned. “I see you don’t have completely irredeemable taste in music.”

“She’s fantastic, but you will not believe some of the stuff they have up there now.”

Alastor glanced at him with poorly disguised interest. “You don’t say? Do you happen to listen to these stations quite often?”

“Every night.” 

Alastor paused, as if weighing his next words. “Would you mind a little company?”

The smile that exploded from Lucifer was unexpected – but not unwanted. And that was how the king of Hell and the Radio Demon declared a truce every night, between the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM.

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“Boy, you’re in for a treat today,” Lucifer said as soon as Alastor walked in. “They’re playing electro swing on 58.3 The Breeze.” 

Alastor furrowed his brow. “Electro…swing?” He shuddered. “Sounds positively horrid. Why ruin a perfectly good thing with extra noises?” 

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Lucifer scowled. “Sit down, shut up, and give it a chance, will you?”

To his credit, Alastor did sit and shut up – for approximately ten seconds. Then he groaned. “This is a travesty. They’re calling this garbage swing?” 

“Electro swing,” Lucifer corrected. 

“No, no, enough of this swill.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the song immediately cut off. “Let me show what true swing sounds like.” 

A moment’s pause, then a new song came on the speakers.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…

Lucifer perked up. “This is…Louis Armstrong?” Just the sound of his voice brought back whispers of slower times, of smoky jazz clubs and whiskey in crystal glasses, of dreams laid out on silver screens. Suddenly, it was the 1950s again.

Alastor bowed and held out his hand, every move so darkly dashing it would make Fred Astaire weep with envy. But his eyes gleamed with challenge.

Dance with me? Asked Louis and Ella.

Spellbound, Lucifer took the devil’s hand. He placed the other on his shoulder hesitantly, but Alastor’s grip was strong and sure as he slowly led him around the room. 

“I want my arms about you, the charms about you will carry me through,” Alastor hummed along. The old-fashioned words were perfect in his radio static, as if the song was made for the two of them, for this very moment. 

Relax, you silly goose. He’s just singing the song. He’s not talking about you, Lucifer tried to reason with himself, but it was exceedingly difficult to think straight with Alastor’s face so very close. His voice – oddly lovely for a man who specialized in conducting screams – cast a spell over them. Time stopped. And Lucifer relaxed, letting Alastor’s song chase his worries away. 

“Heaven, I’m in heaven!” 

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And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

“You’re listening to this again?” 

Lucifer blushed and scrambled to change it to another station, but Alastor materialized in front of the radio and covered the fast forward button with his hand before he could get to it. Damn those tricksy shadows of his.  

“I…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yes, that is one of the benefits of teleportation,” he said, as effortlessly smug as always.

“It’s not our usual time,” Lucifer frowned, peeking at the clock. 10 PM. Far too early for what was quickly becoming his favorite hour of the day, although he’d never admit it out loud. 

“Well, I heard a cry for help coming from this room, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and pop my head in,” Alastor said.

“Cry for help–” Lucifer started indignantly, but Alastor put a finger to his lips. 

And the damn song was still playing. 

So when everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive…

Lucifer turned so red his entire face resembled a tomato on fire. “I can listen to whatever I want during my private time,” he spluttered.

“That would be true, but I can hear your ‘private time’ from the other end of the hotel.” Alastor sighed, as if no one else in the history of the world had ever experienced the pain of a noisy neighbor. “So I decided to check on you, just to make sure you hadn’t fully devolved into an angsty child.”

“It’s silly, I know, but sometimes listening to this stuff makes me feel…like I’m not so alone,” Lucifer admitted, not quite able to look the demon in the eye. “It’s been a tough couple of years.” Tough couple of hundred years, but who’s counting? 

Alastor didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. Eventually, they turned the radio to another station – Billboard Top 100s, this time – and Alastor’s horrified face at “Think U The Shit (Fart)” made Lucifer laugh so hard water came out of his nose. 

He completely forgot about his depression. At least for the rest of the night. And that was enough. That was more than Lucifer had had in a long time. 

—------------------------

The next day, Lucifer came back to his room to find an old-fashioned ‘30s vinyl record player perched on his desk. A vinyl had already been set up, its arm perched delicately halfway through a song, ready for Lucifer to hit Play. 

Attached to it was a note.

As a thank you for all the new music. -A.

So Lucifer hit Play.

Immediately, the swing of the sax and Ella’s clear, dulcet tones filtered through the speakers. 

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

From now on

I never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going oh-so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

The record stopped there, as abruptly as if the entire track had been magically wiped. No matter how many times he tried to reset it and play it again, that was the only verse on the record. 

It didn’t matter. Had Alastor forgotten how ancient he truly was? Lucifer had been around for the dinosaurs, the age of ice, man’s first cities, and the launch to the moon. He remembered the greats, because that was his job. He was to live, and he was to bear witness.

He knew the rest of the song, even if Alastor had gone to such great lengths to erase it. 

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my how they fly…

He smiled. And he sang along, letting the vinyl spin and spin until the words themselves were nothing but senseless sounds and only Alastor’s promise remained. 

“Blue days, all of them gone. Nothing but blue skies, from now on…”

[trekkiedean]

the thing about cas's arc in the first half of s9 is that it's a prime example of why I cannot look at this show through a purely watsonian lens. there is no way to make it make sense except bad writing. and "idk it was bad writing" is a copout with most shows, and can very much be a copout with this show, depending on how selectively you apply it. but also, with spn, not only is the writing bad, but the show is SO hyperaware of itself as a story that I have a lot of trouble ignoring the doylist factors, the way I would at least try to in another show.

like, I have a ton of logistic/plot questions about the whole early-s9 situation, because the basic facts just don't really make sense from 9x03 to 9x06 to 9x09. but more than that, I feel like any purely watsonian explanation requires me to either throw out a lot of dean's past characterization (I can be pretty hashtag deancrit, but I do think it's ooc for him to kick cas out with absolutely nothing) or a lot of cas's future characterization (I think cas's takeaway was that dean does not care enough about him to help him unless it will serve some larger purpose of dean's to do so, and I think that informs a lot of cas's future behavior). like, the potential watsonian explanations are:

dean offered cas some supplies/cash/a fake id, and cas was just too proud/hurt/stupid to accept

dean offered cas some supplies/cash/a fake id, and cas took them, but he was too proud/hurt to keep them or too stupid to keep them safe/use them wisely

dean is a complete sociopath who doesn't give a shit about cas and kicked him out with literally nothing but the clothes on his back, and cas's self-esteem is so low that he thinks it was okay

dean is too stupid to even realize that cas might need supplies/money/resources

and I don't find any of those explanations satisfying, because there are things in other episodes that undercut or refute all of them: if dean genuinely just doesn't give a shit about cas, why did he bother trying to find him in 9x03 in the first place, or care when april killed him and get gadreel to bring him back? if dean didn't give him anything in the way of money/supplies, then how did cas get from kansas to idaho, or get a job with no papers or bank account? but if dean did give him cash/the magic credit card and fake identity papers, then why did cas need the job in the first place and/or why is he sleeping in the back room? and if he didn't, if cas is truly in such a dangerously precarious situation in 9x06 because he has nothing else, then how, in 9x09, does he have a fairly nice, well-fitting suit and presumably a fake badge and a car? if dean gave him some money to begin with, and cas is just clueless with money and blew it all, then how did he get savvy enough, between 9x03 and 9x09, to acquire all of those things himself? if dean gave him money and/or the suit, badge, and car to begin with, but cas was too proud and hurt to make use of them, what changed his mind? if he has those things in 9x09 because dean helped him after 9x06 and either gave them to him or gave him the means/money to get them, then why wouldn't dean have just done that in the first place? if dean didn't help him at all, despite knowing what a dangerous situation cas was in before they found him in 9x03, then why does dean approach cas in 9x06 like he expects any reaction but completely justified anger and hurt, and treat cas's new job like it's a silly little thing cas is doing for funsies rather than his best chance at survival? but then, why is cas treating the whole thing like it was no big deal in 9x09?

meanwhile, the doylist explanations are:

the episodes in question were written by privileged white people who have no idea what actual poverty and homelessness entail, and didn't care enough to do some basic research (or even like, ask the cast member who'd actually experienced serious poverty and homelessness for some input)

there was little to no coordination among the writers to ensure story or emotional continuity across episodes (if you told me berens and buckleming just didn't read each others' scripts or watch each others' episodes I would 100% believe you)

they didn't want to pay misha for enough episodes to show us what the fuck was going on with cas in the 9x03-9x09 span, let alone have him kicking around the bunker

and also possibly

everyone knew that if cas was kicking around the bunker, and they put him in the standard hunter uniform, dean's spirit would fully possess jackles and derail every scene by flinging him mouth-first onto misha's dick

and all of those make a lot more sense to me than any purely watsonian explanation is ever going to. and again, I do think that shrugging and saying "bad writing" can be a copout, and with other shows, I would make more of an effort to at least try and find a satisfying watsonian explanation, but spn is not only badly-written, but self-aware, even self-obsessed, in a way that other shows are not, so it's a lot harder for me to just disregard the non-diagetic factors. so I do tend to think that if you choose a watsonian explanation for the whole thing, it can be kind of a rorschach test, because you basically have to decide which character's development to prioritize, dean's or cas's.

[hunterevie]

Story - Mouse Hunt

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating - Teen

Word Count - 1247

Summary - When Cas wakes up Dean late in the night, he is shocked to find it is because he thinks his angel husband has seen a mouse. Annoyed, he tells Cas to go back to sleep but knows he won’t until the mouse is found. Resulting in them having a mini hunt in the middle of their bedroom.

“Dean, Dean? DEAN?” The high pitch shrill squeak of Cas’s voice bought Dean out of his slumber. Instantly alert, worried that something major had happened to his husband. Groaning, he shifted to turn on the light. Being greeted with the beautiful blue eyes he had grown to love, wide with fear. It sobered him up instantly.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Are you hurt?” It was a stupid question to ask an angel of the lord, one who could take his own pain away with the wave of his hand. He shook his head, grabbing onto his arm, shoulders touching as he searched around the room. This was starting to really concern Dean. Had something managed to get in? A demon? No the bunker was warded for anything that extreme. Vampires? Ghosts? Zombies…? Maybe just human intruders.

Concerned at the lack of response he grabbed his husband, pulling him closer to his side and carding his hands through his hair and placing a soft kiss on the temple. Wanting to sooth him as much as possible.

“Cas sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong?”

“I thought I saw a mouse.” The response was so tiny he wasn’t sure he heard correctly. But looking back down at those eyes, he knew Cas was being deadly serious.

For the love of god.

“A mouse? Are you kidding me?” Instantly he regretted the anger in his voice, grabbing Cas’s cheek and pulling him in for a tender kiss. An apology for being an ass when clearly Cas was upset. His husband melted into those lips, calming down with every soft tug.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Where did you see this mouse?” Cas looked a little embarrassed. He searched his eyes around the room, trying to figure out exactly where he saw the movement.

“In the corner. I saw it around there.” He looked over to see nothing, turning to his husband in frustration.

“Can’t you just you know…use your grace on it? To get rid of it?”

“Dean that’s not how my grace works. You know that.” Actually he didn’t know that. He had no clue how Castiel’s grace worked. He did spend one day sitting down with him, giving a full detailed explanation. But Dean struggled to keep up. He never saw himself as a stupid man, proficient in the world of lore and self-taught in so many life skills. But everything Cas had told him felt too technical. He wanted to understand but gave up pretty quickly, feeling bad he knew nothing about a pretty big piece of Cas’s life. Cas didn’t pay it much mind though.

“Yeah, sorry angel. Well it’s not there now. Maybe just head to sleep and we will find it in the morning.” The look Cas pinned him was enough to tell Dean that was not happening. Rolling his eyes he slid out from under the covers, pulling some boxers out from his drawers so he at least wasn’t naked during this mouse hunt. Cas was also standing now, dressed in some nice lounge pants that fit snuggly around his hips after waving his hand. Dean couldn’t help but get distracted by how he looked, naked from the waist up with his perpetual sex hair untamed.

Show off.

“Should we get some cheese for it?” He asked, Dean did his best not to laugh. Knowing it wasn’t helpful in this situation.

“Cas this isn’t Tom and Jerry that won’t work.” The cute little look of incomprehension made Dean snort. He loved this clueless little man. “They’re mainly nut and seed eaters so some peanut butter will work better. I’ll also need a cardboard tube from some paper towels and a bucket.” Cas stared at his husband like he had gone mad, wondering why he would want any of those items. Without questioning it though he waved his hand and bought all three into existence. Dean just thanked him and got to work.

A few minutes later he had completed the home made mouse trap. The cardboard tube resting over the side of his the chest of drawers, a little dollop of peanut better in the end, with the bucket below. Cas didn’t say anything, just staring at his husband like he had lost it when he turned around with a big grin on his face, making Dean roll his eyes.

“The mouse will be attracted to the peanut butter. Because it’s heavier than the tube, it will fall into the bucket when it gets to the end, in effect trapping it.” Cas still didn’t seem on board with the explanation, but just went with it.

“So what do we do whilst we’re waiting?”

“I don’t know. Make out?” That seemed to cheer Cas up, he grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into the bed. Crashing their lips together whilst his hand slowly caressed his back and neck. It was slow, gentle, the intention just to be connected in the most loving way possible. Neither had any intentions on taking it further.

It took all of 10 minutes before they heard a plop into the bucket. Dean was the first to pull away, running his hands through Cas’s sex hair and smiling softly at him.

“Bingo.” He whispered against his lips, before giving him a quick peck. Throwing himself out of the bed to go see his prize.

Gently he lifted the cardboard tube from the bucket, a big grin on his face as he found the little rodent.

“Oh Cas sweetheart, it’s adorable.” Dean said as he put his hand in, pulling out a tiny mouse and holding it gently. “It’s not a wild mouse, it seems to be somebodies pet”. Cas baulked and shifted further back on the bed as Dean walked over with the little guy, clutching it in his hand like a cage until Cas felt okay enough to look. When he was a little calmer and nodded his head, Dean opened his hand.

On his palm was a tiny white mouse with gorgeous little red eyes. It sat contently on Deans palm, focused on washing its face with its paws and twitching its little whiskers. Cas’s eyes went impossibly soft, he had to admit it was extremely cute to look at.

“Do you want to hold it?” Unconsciously, Cas felt himself nodding his head. A warmth went through his heart as Dean handed the tiny creature to him. The little mouse continued to wash itself, more than happy with its surroundings. Softly Cas touched it on the head, enjoying the feeling of the soft fur.

“She’s gorgeous.” He whispered. Dean thought to ask how Cas knew it was a she but the question died in his throat. He was an angel, of course he would know stuff like this. His heart soared staring at his ‘scary’ angel husband hold such a tiny creature in his hand so delicately.

“I knew you’d love her Cas. We should get her a little home and keep her.” There was shock in Deans eyes when Cas nodded his head. On board with keeping a little pet in their home. “What are you going to call her?”

“Bob, I’ll call her Bob.” Deans heart melted at how quickly Cas had gone from scared of the little guy to almost being in love with her. He wasn’t going to question how they ended up with a little pet mouse in their bunker, but he was happy they did. Loving their new addition to their odd little family

[abi-cosmos]

new fic!!!

imagine being loved by me

When Castiel gets cursed by a hunger spell, novelty dick-shaped waffles lead to everything that Dean Winchester wants.

(Season five era)

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Explicit Word count: 9659

Tags: Porn with feelings ✨ Feelings with porn ✨ Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester ✨ Food sex (sort of) ✨ Hunger spell ✨ Motels ✨ Anal sex ✨ Blowjobs ✨ Anal fingering ✨ Mildly dubious consent ✨ First time ✨ Unclear feelings ✨ POV Dean Winchester ✨ Romantic angst ✨ Castiel blowing the lights out ✨ Body worship ✨ Romantic but clueless sex 

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Sneak peek under the cut 🔎

Dean knows what to do though, Cas doesn’t usually eat, so it’s the perfect excuse to give him twenty bucks and let him go wild.

He parks along a street lined with neon diners and late night bakeries, and sends him out with one request, “you see pie, you get me some.”

But now, ten minutes after Cas returns with his pockets full and clutching various paper bags, none of which look to contain pie, Dean wonders if the spell is gonna be as easy to deal with as he’d hoped.

Cas is devouring every bite, not just eating it, he’s full on groaning and spreading his legs in the passenger seat like a two dollar whore for pastries.

“This is very good,” Cas says, cracking his eyes open with sugar sticking to his lips. “You should have one,” he pushes the paper bag into Dean’s stomach, his fingers gripped possessively around the corner.

Dean looks inside to where there’s three waffles and shakes his head. “Think I’ll pass, let’s just get you back to the motel, huh? Before you get syrup all over my Baby,” he shoots Cas a glare, because whatever is dropped, smeared, crumbled, or dripped inside these four wheels is getting cleaned-by-an-angel.

But Cas is still moaning as he chews, his eyes shut, having a food orgasm parked outside a freakin’ waffle house.

Rolling his eyes, Dean puts her in drive.

The motel is only fifteen minutes away and he leaves thick black tire marks along the asphalt. Driving is a good distraction, both from the rustling, chewing, and sucking noises coming from next to him, and from thinking about his brother.

At least Cas is just temporarily cursed and harmless, meanwhile Sam is out, god knows where, and Dean is hoping with everything he’s got that it’s not saying yes to Lucifer.

He parks outside their room and gets out, unaware that Cas isn’t standing next to him until he’s got the motel key in the lock. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he finds him still sitting in the passenger seat.

“Cas!” Dean shouts, walking over and banging on Baby’s roof as the angel pulls out a second waffle. “Out of the car!”

Cas scowls at the interruption, his blue eyes becoming thin lines as he drops the waffle and huffs. He walks through the door that Dean is holding open, clutching his paper bag tight with one hand and resuming eating the waffle with the other. Crumbs falling off his collar as he walks straight for Dean’s bed.

“Fucking witches,” Dean grumbles, throwing his coat over the chair. “Don’t you dare get crap in my bed.”

“Mmhmm,” Cas replies as he sits down, the bed squeaks under him. It sounds like there’s a few other words trying to get out too, but whatever he’s mumbling is lost in chewing.

“Or throw up,” Dean adds with a grimace.

“I’m an angel,” Cas murmurs, swallowing. “I don’t throw up.”

Dean heads towards the mini-refrigerator and pulls a beer out, his thoughts somewhere between that better be true and lucky son of a bitch. When he straightens up, Cas is in his space with his hands over Dean’s, all warm and surprisingly clean. “You want the beer too?” Dean asks, trying not to look at Cas’ mouth.

He fails.

His lips are full and candied, and Dean triangles over his face until he hardens his jaw to stop.

“Yes,” Cas replies, but it’s really more of an order.

With a deep breath, Dean lets go, but their eyes don’t part. He’s known Cas long enough to say that a friendship with an angel ain’t what the movies or books make it out to be. It’s mostly bloody, often disappointing and mildly confusing; full of protocol and the inability to get when something is funny, but if there’s one thing Dean understands better than anything else, it’s that there’s no way out once Cas has him like this.

It’s celestial, stripping Dean to his soul each time, and he’s unable to hold on before he’s below water and doesn’t even care that he’s drowning.

When Cas decides to release Dean from his gaze, he moves to the bed, finishing the beer in one long, long, continuous swallow.

“This spell,” Dean clears his throat, getting another beer to replace the one he’s just lost. “How long you think it’ll last?”

📖 Read more: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46428754

[tomaturtles]

I'm so happy to see people talking and drawing ca! Your art is so cute! I love the kawoAsuRei friendship in this series so much: the way kaworu shielded rei and encouraged her to express herself more, asuka standed up for rei, and asuka declared companionship to kaworu while kaworu worried about her safety. It's especially refreshing to see kaworu bonding with people other than shinji

WAAAAHH that makes me so happy, thank you so much!!! I'm glad to know there's more Campus Apocalypse fans around ;__;💖💖

And YEEEESS YOU GET IT!!! As much as I love Kaworu and Shinji's relationship, it made me a little sad that Kaworu hardly got to interact with characters other than him in the main canon, so I LOVEEE that CA introduces him at the beginning and as one of the main characters with the other kids. Him getting to interact and form relationships with Rei and Asuka too is so exciting and so much fun!!!

Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 7

His and Rei's relationship is so sweet, they give off the impression that they're very close - they feel like siblings almost? He's pretty affectionate with her and she's the only one who knows Kaworu's an angel until he tells Shinji... Plus her asking Kaworu for help when she wanted to learn how to cook despite him implying to be just as clueless about it was really cute 😭😭

Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 14

Asuka and Kaworu have such an interesting dynamic too!!! They're friends but she puts some distance between herself and the "weirdo brigade" as she puts it to try and retain a sense of normalcy, and she calls Kaworu a freak likely as a lighthearted jab while none the wiser that he's an angel, but that coupled with the fact that angels killed her parents in this universe adds some tension to it...

Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 21 // Ch. 22

And that makes it really sweet once she Does learn about it and puts the fact that he's her friend above everything else 🥺🥺 WAAAHHH

Evangelion: Campus Apocalypse - Ch. 21

AND ASUKA AND REI TOO i love this moment sooo much it's so sweet..... also Asuka using her lap as a pillow for Rei until she goes after Kaworu was super cute 😭😭💖💖 THEY'RE SO DEAR TO MEEE

[i-read-and-write-barely]

Cats

Castiel sneaks home a cat family in the bunker, now both you and him are trying to hide it.

(Written as headcannons.)

Day 6. Cats.

Doesn't matter how he finds them, but now they're here. A small family of kitties, mother included.

You probably found out due to muffled meows all over the bunker, no matter where you go you hear them. Turns out they snuck out of Cas's room and were parkouring all over.

Snatching one from a potentially dangerous ledge you immediately book it over to Cas. Knowing no one else in the bunker could be to blame.

Castiel fesses up fairly quickly, all you had to do was hold the kitten in front of him and he guiltily looks away. Then he begs you to help him hide them.

The kittens were in a dangerous area and Cas simply couldn't leave them there. And he certainly couldn't just leave a new mother on her own like that!

You both start prepping a spare room in the bunker where you could hopefully leave the kittens safely without needing to worry. The room wasn't really used by anyone else but it was still up to chance if the cats were found.

After a week or so the room is pretty much finished. You had to work carefully to ensure Sam and Dean didn't find out. However... Dean may not know there were cat's in the bunker, but his allergies did.

Occasionally Dean would sneeze, making both you and Cas tense up, worried he was gonna figure it all out.

Luckily Dean was frequently gone on hunts, so for the most part he was clueless, but that couldn't last.

After a week or so, Dean realized something was up, Sam realized earlier but didn't really feel the need to investigate. He had a hunch and knew that if you needed help you would ask.

Dean in all his sneezing glory followed his nose, and found the room. While you and Cas were both coddling the kittens. You both immediately froze and stared like a deer in headlights at Dean.

Surprisingly Dean wasn't too mad, especially after a kitten ran up and started attacking his shoes. A rather cute display that both you and Cas awed over.

Sam came in the room shortly after, a little daredevil kitten decided to climb up his jeans and try to climb his shirt as well.

Successfully the kittens won both Sam and Dean over, just what you trained them for, you and Cas were so proud.

In the end all of you played with the kittens for hours, spending as much time with them as you could before you found them better homes, but that didn't stop you nor Cas from occasionally sneaking in to make sure they're ok.

Taglist: @phoenixwithcatears

[lost-eternity]

Supernatural Matchup -Closed-

This is a matchup trade with @perseephoneee

TW: Substance abuse (alcohol)

Let me know if I am wrong but.... are you a Dean Winchester girlie by any chance?

Idk that’s the vibes I got from reading over your blurb. 

That being said... I am not sure he is the best fit. 

Mainly because y’alls love languages clash hella. I can’t see Dean enjoying physical displays of affection to any extent (especially if it is public) and validation and compliments from him are exceedingly hard to come by. 

He is more likely to insult you than praise you for.... Anything really. 

You would have to thrive off playful banter and keep a tough exterior because Dean would accidentally just take it way too far. While also being okay with never actually hearing him say things like “I love you”. Or anything that indicates he actually cares. 

So I don’t think this would be a super healthy or satisfying relationship. (Obviously besides the fact that Dean, in of himself, is a flag redder than Mars but sometimes we need to be a bit delusional to fuel the soul). 

So, if not Dean then who? 

Well, without further ado here is your mans.

•──⋅☾CASTIEL ☽⋅──•

Right so, I knew immediately off the bat it was either going to be Cas or Sam. Both of these men are more sensitive and willing to listen. Both would try to take an interest in the things you like and would not disregard them as fanciful or frivolous (looking at you DEAN). But ultimately I strayed more towards Cas than Sam. 

Cas is clueless. We love him, but it is true. 

That being said, he does try his best. He would not understand wtf you are talking about, but he would delight in the way your eyes light up when you begin to speak about something you are passionate about.

The sheer joy that these topics bring you would be enough for the man to be enamored with what you are saying. 

Just be prepared for a lot of questions. 

Because like I said, he is clueless. 

I chose Cas over Sam mostly for this reason, actually. 

While I am sure Sam would do his best to take an interest in the things you like and listen to you when you speak of them, he is much more grounded. I could see him being “too busy” and not devoting his full enrapt attention to you. So you may end up feeling like he is being dismissive of you.

~

Moreover, you and Castiel are very similar in your self-sacrificing tendencies. Which, I suppose would compound a pre-existing issue. But I also think it means you will take care of each other. 

He would do whatever he can to make sure you are taken care of, even at his own expense. And you would do the same for him in kind. As a result, both of you serve each other in a way that is completely selfless and wholly dedicated. 

Which I think is very sweet. 

But I could see this getting toxic if taken to extremes. So please set boundaries. 

~

Another reason I selected Cas for you. 

You said that you enjoy emotionally unavailable men. 

Well. Here you go. 

As an angel, Castiel expresses very little external emotion. 

Especially earlier-seasons Cas. 

He is very objective and collective. Which, I suppose would make communication easier. But it would be difficult to rile him up about anything. 

I do not think he would get into many fights or disputes for this reason. 

But I could also see it being very frustrating. 

Trying to coax even the smallest amount of emotion out of this man would be like pulling teeth.

Especially if you are already frustrated with him?

Imagine trying to scold him for his recklessness and disregard for his own life on a past hunt and he just stares at you blankly and hits you with the “Okay.” 

Like, dude. 

Some amount of concern for personal safety would be nice????

Also, it is just really hard to argue with someone who agrees with everything you say.

Perhaps most hypocritically, I could see him getting genuinely pressed if you acted with the same disregard for safety. 

Your self-sacrificing nature reflects his and he would not be happy about it. 

Probably would scold you for your disregard for personal safety. 

And if you try to point out the hypocrisy in his argument he will just get even madder. 

Mainly because he cares. Buit does not really know how to express it. 

And he does not care if he dies. 

But losing you?

Somehow, that is so much worse than death. 

~

I also think your feistier side would be so cute with Castiel’s deadpan countenance and inability to grasp sarcasm. 

He would try to learn from you. 

But it would come out like a boomer trying to use Gen Z slang.

And you are all just staring at him like “Oh, hunny. No.” 

I think the two of you would play off each other very well.

Similar to how Dean and Cas do in the show. 

He would not get ANY of your references. 

But that is okay because you will force him to get them.

Please educate this man. 

Although he WILL try to also make references. And it will come out super awkward. 

Again he is trying. 

Many date nights for the two of you would likely consist of movie marathons/netflix binging. As it is your sacred duty to update the funny angel man. 

Just wait until you have to explain to him what a Dashcon Ballpit is 💀

~

Cas strikes me as the type who is silently touch-starved. 

But he would not know what to do with the affection. 

You could run up to him and wrap your arms around him and he just tenses up. 

Not because he does not like it. 

But because he does not understand how to react. 

He eventually learns to crave it and will pout if you don't hug him enough. Not that he’d say this. 

Okay okay but like. Imagine...

~

Castiel hasn’t been doing too great. He carries the weight of a silent storm, his once calm and reserved demeanor eclipsed by shadows of turmoil and despair. His temper is short, his eyes are defocused and cloudy. He hangs around like a mere shadow of his former self, the fading embers of a dying flame drenched in self-doubt. 

And you have no idea how to help him. 

You are biding your time, your lithe fingers flitting across the worn pages of the novel, tracing the well-traveled path of smudged ink. The world beyond your book seems to fade into obscurity. Each word, each sentence, is a lifeline to a reality untainted by the chaos that threatens to consume your life in the real world. 

The clamor of metal against concrete shatters the fragile illusion of peace. Alarm rips through your spine and you immediately spin around, instinctively reaching for one of the blades positioned by the reading table. 

And there he stands, a disparaged silhouette against the threshold of the doorway. Castiel is leaning against the wall, his iconic trench coat stained with a mystery liquid you would rather not question. His usually-tousled brown hair clings damply to his forehead. His eyes are half-lidded and hollow, haunted by specters of a past he can never reclaim. They wrinkle ever so slightly in the corners as he squints against the dim mood lighting of the room. 

The two of you remain there for several moments, merely regarding one another. It is hard to get a reading of the angel’s deadpan visage and your expression is tinged with concern. You open your mouth to speak again but Castiel interrupts. 

"Cas?" you call out, the syllables hanging in the air like an unanswered prayer, but he offers no response.

He awkwardly shuffles forward, his movements hesitant and disjointed, staggering and leaning against the table with a shaky exhale. 

With a trembling hand, he reaches out, his palms are clammy and cold against your wrists. The acrid scent of alcohol bathes your tongue. He pulls your arms up and gently lowers them around his neck then stoops forward, standing there, head hanging. 

Without words, without preamble, you understand.

“You want a hug, don’t you?” 

“Maybe.” 

The words are mumbled so quietly even you can barely pick up on them. 

A frown tugs at the edge of your lips but you do not hesitate. With gentle hands, you enfold him in your embrace. He leans into you, his weary frame finding solace in the warmth of your touch, resting his forehead against your shoulder in silent reverence. 

~

Okay, depression is over. 

But like.

The same thing would apply to kissing. 

He has no idea. 

Not a clue. 

You will have to train him. 

But it works out because he is not about to be upset or offended by it. He will readily take your advice and apply with exuberance. 

Sometimes too much exuberance. 

Either way, it makes him infinitely better than most men. 

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e8 lotus (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

i wanted to revisit that little lucifer!vince meltdown in 12x07 because i thought maybe i was too high to parse what was happening or something. i definitely misunderstood something, but the emotional content still doesn't make sense to me. anyway, details about partial confusion resolution

i didn't think anything was gonna top the leviathans in most loathed (but more in a boring way) villain but british men of letters are bringing the eye rolling heat.

CROWLEY Lucifer's not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next. He's moving on to blue chips—celebrities, captains of industry. He just got a lot more dangerous. CASTIEL I agree with Agent Zappa. DEAN Oh, will you stop?

i laughed but like, it'd be more fun if cas was trying to rile him up instead of being in clueless robot mode. feels like we get a different cas every episode

there is something amusing about crossing this trope of the catholic church getting infiltrated by the devil and they try to exorcise him with the spn universe where lucifer and exorcism is all a very different kind of beast.

and now he's in the president, of course. they really have defanged lucifer. now he's getting the cartoon villain treatment too. mark played him on this edge of charisma and creepy and ... actually scary, in a way that he felt like a real, solid threat. who had done awful, awful things to our sam specifically, that left him deeply traumatized. anyway, it's not just switching actors, but this story they're wedging him into.

swift kick to the gut while i'm sitting here musing on a president leading a morning prayer that this aired in december 2016.

LUCIFER It's almost like I've never done that before.

???????

i also had a visceral hate of the rape references/"jokes" lucifer repeatedly made to sam (were they all hallucifer? imagine so) this makes ZERO sense. and also, what the fuck, is this a sitcom? oh the literal devil is feeling offkilter because he's just had sex for the first time teehee aww. WHAT

SAM Crowley, can we just get the damn news without the drama? CROWLEY Can I get you without the flannel? No. Still, I endure.

lol good one, crowley

look at me not overreacting about sam sneaking off to make an aborted phone call and trying to hide it. why the fuck is he calling the bad mol people though...???

having serious dick roman flashbacks with this lucifer plotline.

CASTIEL There's been a massive surge in celestial energy. A Nephilim is come into being. It's the offspring of an angel and a human. DEAN And that's big news? CASTIEL Yes, but the power to produce this is immense. It's much, much greater than a typical angel. SAM Lucifer. DEAN W— Lucifer? I didn't know he was dating.

again, are we in a sitcom? tone of the episode is really not meshing with the jokes they're going for, for me. is this gonna be the nephilim i've heard of?

SAM Do we have a plan? DEAN Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary's Baby.

oh, silly me. i was thinking lotus the car brand, thought the episode might have some car-slant. lucifer of the united states 🥴

seeing them clearly in the car, outside, makes me realize just how much of the driving shown is at night (for production reasons, obviously)

required hair appreciation note. maybe i had to slog through some truly atrocious haircuts/styles and sideburns to fully appreciate getting here

god. i have such a kneejerk queasy reaction to take five by dave brubeck. my brief stint (during a really Bad Time in my life) at university i would kill time between classes at a place near this cd shop on campus. they played take five over and over and over and over. it's a great piece of music but it still immediately throws me back into this really miserable headspace.

that said, i do think it was used well in this scene. and that was a really good little action sequence, nice tight pacing. sam and dean's reaction to the explosion was really good and it felt like they were right there (and magically baby did not get damaged by the explosion right in her face). cas standing in front of it, unbothered, cliche but still fun. but then fucko had to start talking and i mentally checked out.

coulda had fucko drive up in a lotus but no, bentley 😔 probably harder to obtain a lotus in whatever, vancouver

hurray sam's furtive phone call to bad people already addressed in the same episode.

introducing all sorts of goofy ass weapons. sure, why not

is there a snappy name for this team-up?

CASTIEL The thing inside you, it's unholy. It's an abomination.

great. surely she's gonna want to keep the lucifer!baby then

the magical egg scene went on way too long. i guess it was supposed to be high stakes zapping lucifer back to the cage but god it's just all so not.

i really love how crowley's teleportation is silent, no vfx other than cutting so he's just gone. it's surprisingly effective. anyway, kind of hoping they can work out their problems. good pair

the whole dean being somewhat in awe that they got lucifer felt... i dunno. like ok so is this when we find out he didn't actually end up in the cage?

uh. why are dean and sam there just hanging out with the president? and getting arrested? what. great. my fave.

[sboochi]

Elite 4 Rapunzel thoughts! At least what comes to mind right now lol

- The newest to the group and Everyone's little sister (except for Jamie, then she's the big sister ofc)

- Had a pretty sheltered life growing up, so she's still clueless on some things but her family is happy to teach her

- Engaged to Eugene, who recently became the Dark type Gym leader with her encouragement

- Has a lot of the Cutesy pokemon too, m a n y Fairy types (she gets along well with the Fairy Gym leader) but chose her Official Type as Psychic because she has a Bond with her Solrock and wanted it on her team

- She and Cassandra lived together when Rapunzel had Just gotten away from Gothel so they became very close friends at that point. Cass is who encouraged her to try for the position!

- She has a Kecleon! He's much much smaller than Kecleons normally are, some kind of runt or dwarf thing going on (he's perfectly healthy, not to worry) and he doesn't fight, but usually hangs out during her battles anyway, to cheer her on! (I HAD to give her a Pascal)

- Really really just wants Jack to Talk To Hiccup about his crush. Like boys please just Communicate it's a wonderful thing

- I can't decide if her Galarian Rapidash is Maximus or if she has a regular old Rapidash that's Maximus, but he's definitely one of the two lol

C

Ca

Cass headcanons?? 👉👈

[aerospectrum]

Cas unknowingly leaned into the gentle touch if her hand in his hair, but he didn’t stop her when she left, he had to find a way to undo this mess before they all started to really fall apart.

Sam made his way up the steps expected to find Madison and Cas in the bathroom; when he saw it was just Cas still on the floor in the towel he sighed a heavy breath out and let his shoulders relax. “Need help?” He asked, watching how Cas looked up at him… he kinda understood it then— why Dean always saddled him with the being the faux youngest on trips like these. Cas had the uncanny ability to just look like a clueless little guy at times even with his build… it was weird. “Dean’s out driving.. blowing off some steam, you want something to eat? It might help.” when Cas shook his head no and insisted he just wanted to get dressed and lay on the couch Sam didn’t fight him.

It was a little weird helping Cas get dressed after he cleaned the sounds and wrapped him up in light guaze and bandage; but he didn’t draw attention to the awkwardness knowing Cas was probably already feeling exposed enough in an emotional sense… he didn’t need Sam making the nuances of nudity any weirder than they already were. He borrowed some of Dean’s clothes, a pair of jeans and a shirt that fit relatively comfortably, some warm socks even a flannel- which Cas promptly removed when Sam disappeared back up the steps to go check on Madison. Cas inched his way to the front door and slowly opened it before sneaking out. He hobbled his way into the dark of the streets, in search of a human park, somewhere where he could draw the sigils needed to get the angels back.. and his grace restored.

“knock knock…” Sam nudged Madison’s door open, a can of soda in hand and a pack of cheese crackers. Nothing too intricate or fancy, but a peace offering nonetheless. “How’ya holdin’ up in here?” Sam asked, flicking on the lamp to see the lump of her buried beneath her blankets. “Cas told me you were crying… thought I’d bring you some fluids, y’know to help replenish the…” he trailed off and took a seat on the edge of her bed. He palmed his thighs and dried them on his jeans as he swallowed the silence growing between them. “So this is the Queen’s chambers, huh?” Sam looked around the room and then back to her. “It’s uh… it’s nice, cozy even.” His nostrils flared even when he took in a deep breath and let the air flood his lungs and raise his shoulders. “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened, Madison. You’ve done so much for us already and.. I know it’s kinda been thankless. I’m… I’m really sorry. I wish this- all this could be different, I wish I could reverse time y’know, maybe warn you about how messy this all gets.” He sighed and tugged the blankets off her so he could see her face. “It’s not easy being a younger brother.. sometimes it’s easy to forget the older ones a bit flawed and sometimes a jerk.” He wheezed a tense laugh between his lips. “I’m not making excuses or anything for Dean, I.. I know hell was hard on him I know he spends more time trying to put his feelings on mute and the ones that do escape can be a bit… a lot rough. Easy to cut through people; I’m.. I’m sorry about that.” He twisted his fingers in his hands and stared at her comforter. “It doesn’t make it right what he’s said or done but… I know… I know this isn’t him. My brother doesn’t, he can be a little rough and say some things wrong, but this version of him you’re getting— it’s not him.” He sighed and scratched the scruff on his cheek.

“what can I do to help?” He rested a heavy palm flat on her shoulder and arm. “What can I get for you or.. do for you?” He asked Madison with a soft, pleading smile for her to let him in. “Cas is downstairs resting on the couch, Dean’s gonna be back soon. I cleaned up the bathroom and folded the towels; can I make you something or I can get us a movie, let me help, you’ve done a lot already for all of us.”

If Madison hadn’t been so upset w/ Dean maybe she would’ve been able to comfort cas. But she was already upset, hurt, & crying. All things she didn’t want to be.

When Dean called her an asshole for putting her hands on him, she knew he was right. No arguing there. “I never said I wasn’t an asshole.” She muttered. Her & Dean had been going at it since last night, she didn’t expect much from him.

But when Madison leaned down to hold cas & he said he didn’t want to be her angel cakes. She w/ drew her hand. She only stared at the angel w/ her already wet eyes. “Okay…. I’m sorry.” She said softly before standing up. Her fingers carded through his hair once more before she exited the bathroom, stepping around Dean w/o a word. Madison walked down to the hall straight to the bedroom & closed the door. Not even a slam. Just a gentle close. Quietly she crawled into bed. Her cold stupid bed that she hated.

What did he do to her? He gave her attention, cuddled her for 20 minutes & now she was acting psycho. No… it was more than that. He had protected her. He carried her down stairs, the way he protectively held her against the bookshelf, when he cupped her face asking if she was okay. Maybe for a split second, she felt like she mattered. Like someone actually cared for her. Like she was worth someone’s attention.

Even though her bed was comfy, she hated knowing no one would ever share it w/ her. She hated being alone & yeah Dean was right. She was just some sorry sap. Madison pulled her blankets up over her head & cried. Madison didn’t want to close her eyes, she knew if she did, when morning came, her house would be empty again.

Madison curled into a ball hidden in the lumps of blankets, it was hard to tell she was even there. Eventually she closed her eyes.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Art Garfunkel, Scarborough Fair (live), Napa, CA, May 12, 2019 (4K)" on YouTube

This is him and he's singing about his wife. He thinks it's very sad and he felt very sad when his dad felt sad and he heard what they were talking about. But now it makes him feel a lot worse he's trying to save his wife and he couldn't save his and he tried a lot of stuff and it was too much for the clones now he has to ruin them and he's ruining himself and it's mack Daddy's doing and that he's dying from it too. My son is trapped there but he's not really part of it they try to roam into stuff they cost you a lot and we're working soon we'll have what we need for manpower. But this song is very sad because our sun fashion to Viking boat it's really a ship after one of ours and he changed his little said he made it better we know the difference it's so can fly and we thought it was amazing we've done it before but it's still amazing that this year a very young man who taught us about these people they said they're human beings so watch out and Dave is very sharp and Mac Daddy has always been and has a system that's been countering us for a long time. And we still are aware watching out for things and building out. But this song makes me sad because you struggle so hard and you people keep putting him to the wheelstone and it's ours and you could care less he just gets a little tired or stuffy and really you're completely clueless it's not like Tommy F and you're making the wrong analogy. He didn't do horrible things to himself or us let me think you're nuts animals to tell you are the song has deep and Hera she made the talisman made of parsley sage and time and she has you selling it globally from up there all of you sell this it's from the song and it means something it's a certain type of cross and they had it on their window in westborough it is the fish cross no but you'll see it there's a number of things that you're missing about this the song perfect strangers has his ship in the background and you sort of get it but my daddy got it and he was real mad at you and said you don't understand that what he's saying is his ship is sailing because you're sitting up there conspiring against him and showing him it doing all this crap like we're invincible and we haven't done anything and finally they said we're coming down to the point where we're going to be desperate and we'll grab his people. He says I don't want to make you guys desperate and this is our son saying it but you really kind of do a lot of drugs me you and Sir Lancelot will go into my ship the ark as it were.. and they're looking up where it was and Max said so you see and they said not really I guess the ship of sales so they started laughing and said we don't need that big of a ship to carry people and also they got really mad and they said this is going to suck and he said you boys better be quiet he said why it says Rick Dyer is out here with someone else and also they were laughing and laughing and said it's another one of those tall tales told by he himself once again. And is it about 15 Jupiter and they started laughing again that's ridiculous tall tale. So the laughing for like an hour and they hear something the brush and they look and it's Sasquatch and he wants the data and he says it too in his language and they say no it says he wants a plane ticket to California to Henderson Nevada he said no I can't do that either Chris and he's after the data and they had a fight and it was collecting it and it goes on like that okay

Thor Freya

It's the honor my father and I'm sure that we set it up he's a very busy person is leading everybody and I don't know sometimes he sneaks in and does stuff but I'm pretty sure that I had the idea and my wife Hera and she says yes and we put him up there because at times they had to get Harry to disguise himself and this is some of the things they were doing and I don't know what to say I think if we play this and go over it when I'm free then I won't be able to say anything

Zues

You're right about something it's a massive story it's all encompassing and it goes over our little 50 years that are 50 plus years like it's nothing but it's suspect there too but we're here it's regular people it's just really harsh but it's really really intense and huge and magnificent like the boat his ship it's beautiful and it's a mine is in the background

Hera

These are things to come they haven't happened yet so everybody sit tight here don't go anywhere

Olympus

[bunnir]

the four lords reacting to you getting your number 1 dreamie in acnh bc i'm obsessed with both games atm

tags: fluff, just pure fluff, karl being a boomer, karl and sal are under the cut <3

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alcina dimitrescu

is confused but she definitely supports your passions

she's a fast learner so when you tell her about it she understands a bit more

you probably play it w bela, cas and daniela lets be honest

she watches you play, thinks the theme of the game is absolutely adorable! it's better than cas playing doom lol

alcina brings you guys snacks and stuff whilst you're all grinding on your islands 😭

she doesn't fully understand why you guys spend so much time on such games but as long as it's keeping you all out of trouble she really doesn't mind!

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donna beneviento

donna plays acnh all the time and has a gothic look u can't change my mind

she's so happy for you!

will definitely try and help you design a yard for your dreamie! she's amazing at designing stuff

she's probably searching for muffy let's be honest

she has everything gothic- if you get anything goth themed for her as a gift she'll love you forever

ngl- she probably has a room in her home that's pastels and all cutesy

she's a child at heart <3

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salvatore moreau

he doesn't know what acnh is

so when you tell him, he's like "woah"

if you gift him his own switch w acnh, he'll be so damn happy!

ngl- his island will be very messy

he doesn't do weeding but he does plant flowers and lets them overgrow too

has random items he likes or finds cute he'll put them literally anywhere

knowing his luck- he gets a villager considered "ugly"- but he loves them so so much and gives them gifts all the time

when you show him your island he's extremely impressed!

and when you get all happy over finding your dream villager, he's over the moon for you!

visits and talks to your dreamie and gives them welcoming gifts

he's adorable

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karl heisenberg

doesn't understand

at all

even if you try to tell him he will not understand

he supports you- don't get me wrong! but he's just so lost

when you genuinely squeal with happiness over finding your dreamie- he jumps and is deadass like "wtf is going on?"

when you tell him you found your all-time favourite villager and they're moving onto your island he's like "good for u sweetie- what's a shino?"

god help this man he's clueless-

if you ever ask him to look after your island bc you're visiting someone, it will definitely be overgrown and messy

he's shaken trees and left items on the floor, most of your tools are destroyed bc he doesn't know how to make new ones, and your flowers have probably all been plucked by accident- not to mention if he finds out how to dig holes he will not cover them up

he's trying his best and is so proud when he catches his first fish- but he'd never tell you that. he's like "give that to that museum fella!" and you don't have the heart to tell him you already have that fish 😭

god love him he's trying his best