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queen-of-hellfire666 · 1 year

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Slow dance {Billy Hargrove x F!Reader}

Your prom date is a jerk

That’s all you could think as you rushed out, your little heels clapping an tears falling. I’m the heat of the moment you ran right into Billy Hargrove. “Watch it-“ he looked down to see your shaking, crying figure. “What happened?” He gritted his teeth. He didn’t give into feelings but ever since he had got here your the only friend he can call a friend. “N-nothing..” you sniffled. “Who.” He growled. “Derek and his friends laughed at me because he stood me up and said he never would go to prom with a girl like me.” You explained.

Billy grabbed your shoulders gently. “Go to my car.” He put his suit jacket around your shoulders and ushered you on out. As soon as you were out he walked into that gym.

“DEREK!” He yelled. “Your gonna fucking pay for doing this.” He punched Derek a few good times before leaving him bloody on the ground. He taught him to not fuck with his girl. He soon strutted out to you. “Let’s get out of here princess. Let me make tonight up to you.” He quickly pulled out of the parking lot, peeling out with screaming tires.

“I just wanted a dance.” You whispered so soft. “Then a dance is what you get.” He whispered back to you as he pulled into the grass near the lake. “Take those heels off princess.” He turned to you, wiping your smeared makeup and tears.

“Don’t let that ass ruin your night.” He have a reassuring squeeze to your jaw. He was gentle as he reached into the dash and pulled out a CD. “I hope you won’t mind the music taste.” He put in a CD before getting out. “Cmon.” He opened your door, taking your hand. “Your getting your dance.” He slowly swayed with you as the first song played, a slow rock song. “You look beautiful.” He whispered into your ear as he held your figure. “Thank you..” your voice was nearly nothing, but he heard. He gave you a twirl before smiling.. a big, actual.. beautiful Billy smile.

“This is Bon Jovi right?” You brought up, making him proud. “Yes ma’am. ‘I’ll be there for you.” He twirled you again, brining you back and dipping you. “You left me drowning in my tears and you won’t save me anymore.. I pray to go you’ll give me one more chance girl.” He sang along, holding your hands. “I’d love and I’d die for you, I’d steal the sun from the sky for you.”

Billy had turned the night around for the best. You both danced for hours. Slow and some fast songs. Billy watched your eyes, the way they lit up whenever one of your favorite rock songs came next in the mix tape. His lips were almost close to yours until “bed of nails” by Alice Cooper came on. He chuckled and watched you twirl yourself around. “OUR LOVE IS A BED OF NAILS! LOVE HURTS GOOD ON A BED OF NAILS, ILL LAG YOU DOWN AND WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS ILL DRIVE YOU LIKE A HAMMER ON A BED OF NAILS!” You belted out. Billy chuckles. “I’m gonna get a cig.” He informed you before grabbing them from his car. He also grabbed something else.. a camera. He recorded you on it for awhile before putting it away. Once the song ended Billy smashed his cigarette into the ground. “One more dance please!” You begged grabbing his hands. “One more..” he smiled. “Let’s let the mixtape choose what song.”

The song to dance to was REO speedwagon. ‘Keep on loving you.’ Billy took your hand, pulling you in by your waist. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now. He loved you he loved you so. You seen past the bullshit, past his ass attitude. You saw the good in him and brought it out. You laid your head on his collar bone as he held you close. “And I’m gonna keep on loving you..” your soft hun was heard. “I don’t wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you.” Billy gave a soft smile down at you.

Once the song had finished you smiled up at him and went to the car, sitting in it. He stood outside for a moment, looking into the lake. He was trying to find courage to say ‘y/n I love you.’ But he couldn’t. He couldn’t find the words, instead he just got in and started up the car. “Your house?” He asked softly. “Mhm. Unless you have other plans for us.” You told him. He usually took you to a late night movie or something.

The ride home was slower than usual. He never drove slow like this home. Everything rose has its thorn played in the background. Finally pulling into your driveway he cut the car off, coming around and helping you out. He walked you to the door, rubbing his foot on the ground. “Hey Y/n?” He asked softly. “Yes billy?” You asked with a smile. “I love you.. I’ve been in love with you.” He let it out. “If you don’t love me that’s fine-“ he was cut off by you kissing him so softly. Your lips were what he imagined and more. “8 o’clock on Saturday. Don’t be late.” You smiled. “It’s a date.” He nodded. “Okay.�� He looked like a kid that got candy. “See you then.” He kissed you again before hopping in his car with a smile. He watched you walk in before pulling off. Man was he shy.

#stranger things #oneshot #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x female reader

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 9 months

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Tag you're it pt 2

Billy loomis x stu macher x black!fem reader

For the past weeks Y/n still couldn't stop thinking about whay happened between with Billy and stu. Y/n wanted to hate it but she could it was just to good handle, The way she sucked on Billy's cock and how stu was pounding into her from the back it was so good. But the guilt was eating her alive because there both killers and are apart of the Ghostface killing and there both dating Sidney and Tatum. Y/n felt guilty she can't be fooling around with her best friends boyfriends it wasn't right.

At school Billy and stu would follow Y/n every where she went, what class she was in, what period she was in. Y/n knew about them following her so she started hanging around with Sidney and Tatum alot more. Y/n would be on the phone with Sidney talking about how Billy got arrested for being Ghostface but somehow Ghostface called her and how she got the wrong guy. Y/N wanted tell her that everything was okay but how can she tell her everything is OK when she's sleeping with her murderous boyfriend and his boyfriend.

Before Billy went over to Sidney's house since she was attacked in her own home, he came over to my place to... 'talk'. Let's just say there was less talking and no clothes involved. Y/n wanted to stop but she couldn't she was just attracted to Billy and stu. Later after school Y/n to a local video store where randy worked at.

"Hey randy." Y/n said as she walked up to randy.

Randy was rearranging some movie tapes as he looks up at Y/n. Randy had a little crush on Y/n when she first moved to Woodsboro. He like how she a horror movie freak like he was,, Randy wanted ask her out but he saw Y/n mostly hang out with Billy and stu so he thought that he wouldn't stand a chance.

"What's up Y/n, what brings you here?" Randy said

" uhmm I came here to say 'hi' and for some movies to watch and pay for." Y/n said with a smile bit deep down she felt like someone was watching her.

"Yeah, Aldo if you find a movie it's on the house you don't have to pay." Randy said as he smiles at Y/n.

"Thank, randy your the best." Y/n said as left looking around for some movies. Y/n looked around but she felt someone following her she turned around but no one was there. "Cmon y/n no one is following you get it together." Y/n said to herself as she gets a little scared she turned around a jumped a little to see Billy and stu right in front of her.

"Hello, Y/n." Billy said as he smirks at Y/n as Stu smiles at Y/n. "Can you guys stop following me it creepy." Y/n whispered a bit irritatingly.

"But stalking you is so much fun." Stu said as he giggles making Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Cmon y/n don't be rude, after all the fun we had last night." Billy whispers in Y/n's ear making her shudder and a bit horny.

" that was one time and I would never do it again." Y/n said

" Really? You know lying is a sin, Y/n. You know you want to do it again and again just to make us satisfied and most importantly, to make you satisfied." Billy said looking deeply in Y/n's eyes.

"Plus, you moaning our names was so fucking hot, I jerk off to it every night." Stu said as wraps his arms around Y/n making her roll her eyes as Billy and stu smile at her being irritated... oh, how they love Y/n.

" and we want to play with you again." Atu whispers in Y/n's ear as he kisses the tip of her ear. " No, I'm not playing with you guys.. seriously you both just need to leave me alone." Y/n said as he gets out of stubs grasp and just walked away but Billy and stu followed her and catches up with her.

" cmon y/n, we can't play with each other I mean we're friends." Stu said.

" friends don't stalk each other, kill other people, and psychotic fucks who can't keep their dicks in their pants." Y/n said as she tries to ignore them.

"I should've called the police the minute you guys showed to my house." Y/n said.

" But you didn't which tells us that you don't want us to go to jail do you?" Billy says making Y/n stop in her tracks, apart of what Billy said was true she didn't want them to go to jail. Billy and stu smiled at each other knowing that y/n didn't want to turn them in.

" what's the matter princess, cat got your tongue?" Billy chuckles as y/n wasvangry wanting punch them in the face.

" let's make a deal we'll stop following you.. if you play with us one last time." Billy said.

"Y/n wanted to say 'no' but you wanted your life back to normal and so they could stop following you and stalking you.

"Fine, it's a deal." Y/n as stu jumps up and down and Billy smirks.

"I'm gonna go get home and get ready for this stupid sick game you want me to play." Y/n said as she rolled her eyes leaving stu and Billy alone.

" are we actually gonna stop stalking her? Because stalking her was the highlight of my day." Stu said as looks at Billy confusingly.

" Nah, I just lied to make her think we're not following her.. we're not let go of her that easily... she's special." Billy said as he watched y/n walking away from them.

"I can't wait to play hide n seek with her!!" Stu smiles like child seeing candy as he runs out the store as Billy follows behind him leaving the store.

It was 8:30 p.m., y/n was getting prepped up to play this stupid game.. hide n seek was supposed to a fun children's game not some game where she has hide waiting for killers to come for her in her own house. Sidney notice that y/n was feeling a bit anxious and nor herself lately, Sidney notice how Billy and stu became very close with y/n but she didn't say anything. Y/n heard the doorbell ring downstairs, y/n looks at herself in the mirror breathing in and out. Y/n made it downstairs and and opened the door seeing Billy and stu on her doorstep.

"Nice to see you again." Stu said as he steps inside y/n's home as Billy follows behind.

"Let's just get this over with, so I can get my life to normal." Y/n says rolling her eyes crossing her arms.

"Be patient princess, you follow the rules you'll get exactly what you want." Billy said looking at Y/n licking his lips.

"As you know well be playing hide n seek, you hide and we'll try to find you, if we can't find you you won and well leave you alone." Billy says explaining the rules of the game.

" And what happens if you do find me?" Y/n questions curiosity peaking through.

"Thats a surprise, I believe we can't reveal at the end of the game, butter cup." Stu says as he giggles.

As Stu started the countdown, y/n ran upstairs trying to find a hiding spot.. y/n went inside her bedroom hiding inside the closet. Y/n was a bit scared but she hopes she gets through this night. Y/n's hear was beating a bit and she kinda wanted them to stop.

Y/n heard footsteps in her bedroom, Y/n saw Ghostface in her bedroom. " how the fuck do they have to change this quickly?' Y/n thought to herself.

" come out, come out wherever you are." Ghostface said sing songly.

"Hmm, guess your not here. your a very good hider, princess." Ghostface says as y/n sees him leave. Y/n quietly sighed in relief.

Ghostface appeared in front of the closet jumscaring y/n. "Found you, doll." Ghostface says holding his knife opening the closet aggressively grabbing y/n as Ghostafce places her om the bed. Ghostface comes on top of y/n tracing the knife of the skin of her face down to neck and down to her shirt. Ghostface cuts the fabric of her shirt leaving y/n in her bra.

"God, your so fucking sexy, princess." Ghostface whispers making y/n a bit wet. Ghostface takes his mask off revealing Billy.

Billy carries y/n on top of her dresser as he kisses her making them both moan through the kiss, as Billy placed y/n on the dresser he unbuckles her pants sliding them off leaving her in her bra and underwear .

"I fucking love you know that, you make me so fucking happy." Billy whispers down y/n thighs as he kisses the inner thighs taking off her underwear. As he was about to eat y/n out stu came in the room smiling of the view of Billy and y/n.

"Aww, you didn't call me that you found her, she's not just yours you know?" Stu said irritatingly as Billy glares at him giving him a look.

Billy goes back to taking off Y/n's underwear going in between her thighs kissing until he kisses her heat making y/n gasp in pleasure as y/n was about to moan stu kisses her swallowing her moans as Billy eats her out.

Stu and y/n continue making out, as Y/n moans as she felts like she was gonna cum. "I'm gonna cum." Y/n says out of breath but still continuing making out with stu as she wraps her arms around him but takes off his shirt.

Y/n moans loudly as Billy gets out of y/n's thighs as he wipes some cum off. "I think we should give y/n a little reward, don't you think, stu?" Billy said smirking as stu smiles.

" Yeah we do." Stu said looking at y/n with so much lust in his eyes. Stu unzips his pants and underwear leaving him bare right infront of y/n. Y/n licked her lips at the sight of stubs cock.

" come suck on my cock, baby." Stu said smirking at Y/n. Y/n came to stu kissing his chest stomach and down to his dick. Y/n suck the kitten licked the tip of his dick making him groan as y/n bobbed her head going up and down. Stu had the best blow job in his life, before he killed Casey she wasn't really good at giving head so he never really knew how good a blow job... but now that y/n is sucking him off he felt so good.

" cmon don't leave Billy hanging, sweetheart." Stu teases as y/n continues sucking stu off she see the tent growing Billy's pants, Billy's was so turned on how you look so good sucking on stubs cock without gagging... stu and Billy's were madly in love and devoted to you.

Y/n lightly grabbed Billy's pants as she unbuckles his pants with one hand still focusing on sucking stu's dick, y/n started jerking of Billy making him close his eyes groaning in pleasure. Y/n smiling on the outside as she happy at the sight of Billy and stu be such a moaning mess for her. y/n was still jerking Billy off with one hand not getting tired.

Stu and Billy both groaned as y/n swallow stu's cum and y/n sucks off the cum Billy placed on her hand, looking at the both of them as she sucks off the cum seductively but somehow innocently.

Y/n got up from the ground kissing stu and Billy on the cheek as all of them put on their clothes. "That was awesome, you are really special with your hands and mouth." Stu said as y/n lightly laughed.

"Hey, would you like to come to my party, my parents aren't gonna be home since there gonna be at work." Stu said as he zips his pants back up. "Yeah, sure I'll be there." Y/n smiled at stu.

" awesome, we'll see you there." Stu said as pecks y/n the lips quickly and energetically as Billy kisses y/n on the forehead. " Goodnight, princess." Billy says leaving y/n's room.

Y/n plopped down laying in her bed, something in her gut felt happy but a bit scared. She felt like stu and Billy were gonna be up to something at this party... y/n didn't know what to feel she loved both Billy and stu and she knows that there both into her. But the guilt is eating her up.

"I'm probably gonna have to go to therapy after this." Y/n says to herself as she turns off her lights going to sleep.

#billy loomis #stu macher #Billy loomis x black!fem reader #Billy loomis x black!reader #Stu macher x reader #Stu macher!black fem reader #Stu macher x black!reader #scream 1996 #Spotify

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Boyfriend

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader, future eddie munson x reader

Mentions: cursing, flirting, drinking, pining, fluff? Maybe I dunno?

You had been dragged to another stupid ass party by Billy you huffed “cmon I really don’t wanna go” you sighed looking down at your chipped red nail polish “babe it’s literally fine we won’t be there for long Jesus Christ” Billy rolled his eyes as he pulled up to the house party already in full swing.

By the time you had gotten inside Billy had already disappeared into the crowd most likely heading to the keg to defend his dumb ass title. You sighed and just found a dark corner to situate yourself in not wanting to deal with drunk sweaty bodies or people asking where Billy was.

Eddie couldn’t believe it he was about to leave having already sold all his supply for the night when he spotted you in one of the corners looking anything but impressed what were the chances that while Billy was off dancing you would be alone. He did the only thing he could think to do make his way to you through the crowds of sweaty grinding bodies taking your wrist gently “hey sweetheart” he whispered in your ear so you could hear him over the pounding music.

You looked up at the brunette metal head in front of you breaking out into a small smile “Hey Ed’s I didn’t expect to see you here” you leaned back farther feeling yourself relax in his presence “where the money is that’s where I am sweetheart- now where’s that no good boyfriend of yours hm?” He cupped your chin sending you a pout before snickering “fuck if I know anymore probably at the keg or something” you muttered.

He could 100% be a better boyfriend for you definitely better than that shit bag Hargrove. He’d give you everything you needed or wanted he’d be up all night just to make sure you were satisfied. He thought about stealing you from Hargrove, he’d be way more of gentleman than Hargrove and all his clothes would look so sexy on compared to the shit Hargrove has you wearing. Yeah he could definitely be a better boyfriend for you he thought.

“I don’t need to tell you twice sweetheart” he whispered breath tickling your ear “all the ways he can’t suffice” he continues “if I could give you some advice baby” he nipped your ear “I’d leave with me tonight” he finished pulling back to gauge your reaction satisfied with the way you bit your lip and looked up at him with wide eyes.

You nodded shyly as he took your hand leading you both upstairs letting you into one of the uninhabited rooms first doing a little bow “ladies first sweetheart” he purred following you inside locking the door behind him.

You thought about how good of a boyfriend Eddie could be if you gave him a chance. You feel like he’d show you so many new things you’d never experience with Billy. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Eddie to steal you away from Billy. Plus he was so so you shivered think about it hot in his leather jacket unlike Billy who just wore it to make himself look like a bigger man.

“I never would’ve left you alone sweetheart” he voiced as he kissed along your jaw “glued to that corner” he continued wrapping his arms around your waist “never would left you alone for someone like me to come and take you home baby” he looked up at you grinning at the way you blushed all the way to the tips of your ears.

“Let’s get outta here Ed’s” you whispered placing your hands on his cheeks leaning down to give him a searing kiss “you’re 100 times better than Billy ever could be and I wish I would’ve realized that sooner” you mumble against his lips “well sweetheart we have all the time in the world don’t we~” he picked you up setting you down gently to open the door for you leading you out of that stupid party your boyfriend dragged you to helping you into his van “let’s go sweetheart” he planned to be a better boyfriend the boyfriend you deserved unlike that Billy Hargrove. He took your hand and sped off down the road heavy metal blaring.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #billy hargrove stranger things #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things #Billy st3 #Spotify

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ambrossart · 10 months

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congrats on getting married!!! I hope you’re enjoying it so far! I love your writing and lately I’ve been having the most of out of pocket head cannons involving your characters in paper men and dwm…

for example, my latest is that, in the episode where billy’s dad yells at him to go find max (yanno, the one where he’s getting ready for a date and acting just totally into himself), he was supposed to meet the reader and stood her up. not that the reader or billy were really into each other. billy was just trying to get with her (bc despite her insecurities, eddie isn’t the only one who believes the reader is gorgeous) and the reader, despite her better judgment, decided to give it a shot kinda like she did with chance. that’s all. idk why I’ve decided this in my head bc I don’t even ship it lol (bc I mean cmon she’s still hopelessly in love with eddie) but my brain for some reason added to her backstory. I have plenty more where that came from if you’re ever curious lol

I hope your move is going well!! have a nice day :)

The move is going really well, thank you! We should be there sometime tomorrow, but we can’t move in until the 5th due to the holiday.

Secondly, I actually love this headcanon! I’m not much of a Billy fan (and I definitely would never ship him with her) but I could see something like that happening. And then imagine, after getting stood up and taking yet another blow to her self-esteem, she somehow runs into Eddie. Like, of course, he just had to be in the area on this night of all nights. 🙄 He might notice she’s upset and want to say something, but even if he did, she’d probably bite his head off and act super snarky and defensive because that’s what she does. Not a good night for anybody.

Seriously, thank you for sharing that! And if you have more, I would love to hear them! ❤️

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#dwm #dancing with myself #ambrossart

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ctommyisnt · 2 months

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1:A song you like with a color in the title

OKAY my first thought was blistere in the sun by Violent femmes but i only just now realized its violent not violet. anyway. Violet by Wild Party!!!! One of my FAVORITE songs for sure. Could listen to it forever

2:A song you like with a number in the title

Second child restless child by the oh hellos (does this count? yes. it does). My favorite song by this band and it makes me feel so FREE and EXCITED and HOPEFUL.

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

I HAVE TOO MANY!!! summer is my favorite season and i have so many good memories of dancing in my neighborhood taking three hour walks just listening to music i loved (i wasnt allwoed to listen to my own music or wear earbuds in my house so it was my only chance to listen to music that wasnt christian or broadway) If i had to choose ONE though it would probably be talk too much by COIN. i would play this on repeat and just DANCE in the middle of the street.

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

Hmmm this ones hard. I luckily dont have any songs associated with people but whenever i hear about eurovision i get a bad taste in my mouth so we're going with that.

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

Already answered this but slingshot by good kid! If i want to go more mainstream it's gotta be I love it, that is the ultimate clubbing song and makes me feel so cool

6:A song that makes you want to dance

Arhghh i already used Talk too much so ill have to go with dance with me by sir, please. Typical but cmon man

7:A song to drive to

I only really listen to music while driving (i NEED to buy a speaker) but Heart of a Dancer makes me feel SO cool and i always go at least 20 over the speed limit when listening to this on the highway.

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

Uhhh? I don't listen to lyrics OH WAIT bullet by hollywood undead. I fucking loved that song when i was sixteen which if you know the song you know what i was like back then LOL

9:A song that makes you happy

Most songs but also Kaleidoscope by a great big world. THIS is a summer camp prologue montage music type beat but UGH it always makes me so happy. I think its been on almost every playlist ive made this year (i make my playlist by seasons so this is a good cold winter song AND summer song)

10:A song that makes you sad

Anything by Everybody Worries about Owen, Obsessed with his Denton lake album that shit was my depression music for a year. Not a big fan of his newer music.

11:A song that you never get tired of

Shawshank Demo by the toyston club, its been one of my top played songs for like three years and i have it in almost every playlist.

12:A song from your preteen years

uhhh i cant do shawshank or talk too much again so i think OH WAIT nothign by bruno major. I was so sad over this and would listen to it over and over again just imagining myself dancing to this song with my fictional or irl crushes. I was cringe but i was free and those daydreams kept me alive for those years.

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

UPTOWN GIRL BY BILLY JOELLLLLL hes such a guy and i want to be the uptown girl so bad. or everybody wants to rule the world thats a CLASSIC

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

Im doing two for this one because one of them is Marry You by bruno marrs which will be played as my partner and i walk down the aisle after the ceremony and everyone cheers and throws flowers. My other one is Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman because thats going to be my father daughter dance if he still loves me when i get married.

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

FROM THE START. BY GOOD KID. this one one of my FAVORITE songs right now and i have screamed along to it at karaoke before. Amazing song

16:One of your favorite classical songs

Anything my sisters play on the piano but i Do Not have a distinction because there is not universe in which i can make out a distinct classical song.

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

LITTLE TALKS BY OF MONSTERS AND MEN!!! this song is SO fun and id love to sing this a drink and a half in with my friends OH OR THAT TICK TICK BOOM SONG ive done duets to that with my sisters before.

18:A song from the year that you were born

I cant NOT say american idiot by greenday like cmon. Are you gonna be my girl by the jets AND mr brightside also came out htat year.

19:A song that makes you think about life

............. Maybe I was boring BUT ALSO. hello my old heart iwasplanningonkillingmyselftothissong BUT its not a very nostalgic 'i got through this shit' song

20:A song that has many meanings to you

I have a playlist called 'Nothing is right and your looking for yourself in the suburbs but cant find it' which sounds metaphorical but was actually a very literal thing i used to do as a teen, spending hours walking around my neighborhood listening to this while trying to figure out who i was. Its my ultimate existencial crisis playlist and it's just the Maybe I was Boring thirteen minute demo cut ten seperate times. I play it whenever I feel lost and dissociative. It usually helps but it also reminds me of dark times.

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

natalie by bruno mars that song is SO fun WAIT NO grace by the hatchetman this song goes crazy

22:A song that moves you forward

Shy by Saint Blonde! Its very hopeful and gives me 'this is just the start of a great day/month/summer/year' you need to listen to it.

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

You were perfect & im sorry by mickey darling!! I just saw one of his concerts and MAN this song goes crazy. it tells a story and really delves into this guy and just ADSJFASLKDASLDK

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

Sobbing. Great Lake Drifters. They have 7 monthly listeners and havent done anything since 2015 OH MY GOD I JUST LOOKED THEM UP THEY HAVE A NEW SONG???? WHAT THE FUCK???????????? EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW my favorite song by them is verbal chess

25:A song by an artist no longer living

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont recall any artists ever. is elton john dead? I like that song im still standing but only the taron edgerton sing cover.

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

Lucky girl by fazerdaze makes me SO upset because i WANT To be a lucky girl and listen to this song while walking down the street with my lover but nOOOoooo i CANT. BECAUSE I DONT HAVE A LOVER. someday.

27:A song that breaks your heart

Saline solution by wilbur soot was also one of my depression songs and i just. arghgjh reminds me of sad times. I cant listen to it anymore without a sinking feeling in my gut.

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

i dont know who autoheart is or what he looks like but i want him to fuck me. lent by

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

Again, i didnt listen to music much as a kid because it was just the christian stuff my parents played but my most nostalgic one would be See, what a morning by Keith and Kristyn getty. The song tastes like swedish pancakes drowning in butter and syrup while the sun beats through the kitchen window, dappled by the vines. It's so visual to me and i always mourn my childhood when my mom plays it.

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Scrawny by the wallows is the song i want to embody. I genuiknely want people to hear that song and be like 'yeah thats nells, thats her' But right now maybe Drifting by good kid? i dont pay attention to lyrics but this one is NICE

I love my songs and cherish them deeply so this took a long time. I love questoins. PLEASE LISTEN TO ANY OF THESE music is so intigral to my life and i dont listen to a lot so yeah. I also only like like three genres of music so if you like one of these youll like them all LOL

#ask game #technically #this was just me wanting to ramble and reminisce

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takenbyabook · 3 years

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I just had a little epiphany

What if Evan Peters is not returning as Quicksilver but instead he's playing grown-up Tommy aka Speed

I rest my case.

#no i will not elaborate it just makes sense in my head #and cmon with all the theories im bombarding y'all with chances are at least ONE of them is right lol #tommy Shepherd #speed #wandavision #wandavision theory #wandavision spoilers #wandavision spoiler #wanda maximoff #vision #scarlet vision #scarletvision #billy and tommy #wiccan and speed #mcu #evan peters #Quicksilver #pietro maximoff #text

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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Billy + stu reacting to reader saying "would you regret it if you killed me?" During one of their many movie nights?

(Billy: no

Reader: cmon, I'd regret it if I killed you~)

I did a cute little drabble for this instead of my normal HC, because this scene wouldn't leave my head lol.

Nah. - poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader:

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"Would you regret it if you killed me?"

Billy's fingers dancing up and down your arm pause, and you felt more than saw their heads turn towards you, the upwards quirk of Billy's lips turning into an amused grin viewable from your left peripheral.

"What?"

Stu chimed in from his place laying back against Billy, and when you finally turned to look at him, his face showed confusion more than anything.

You adjust your legs, bumping the brunette's arms from your shoulder slightly so that his palm now rested on your lower back. You move them under you as you turn to face your boyfriends wholly.

"Would you regret it if you killed me?"

Stu opens his mouth to reply, but before he could Billy's voice rings out to cut him off.

"Nah." He says, turning back to the movie, smile still playing on his lips.

"Nah?" Yours stretch in turn, giving him a cheesy grin as gaiety dances in your tone.

"Nah." He reiterates, turning towards you once again. "If I wanted to kill you, I'd make sure it was for a really good reason. That way I wouldn't regret it." he shrugs.

"Yeah, but also, we're not planning on killing you. Like, ever." Stu chimes in as he stretches himself a little, and when your eyes slide back to his face you see his signature grin on his lips. He elbows Billy in the leg, earning a grunt from the shorter man "Right, Billy? Having our love interest go bye-bye in the sequels is too cliche. We gotta reinvent the wheel a little, no sad overtures for us."

Brown eyes roll and you giggle before Billy's palm on your back slides back up to your shoulders, pulling you against his chest and almost onto Stu's head. The blonde's hand finds yours as you place it on Billy's leg to stop your fall on him, lacing your fingers and shooting you a quick wink.

"No. We're not gonna kill you Y/N. There won't be any chance for regret to exist in the first place." Billy says as he places a kiss against your head. The finality in his tone indicated the end of the hypothetical, and they both turn back to the movie, the hand around your shoulder feeling a little tighter than before.

The sudden affection from Billy surprised but pleased you, and their assurances were nice to hear regardless of how much trust you had in them. You observe the two for a little longer, both of their attentions fully enraptured by the gore and viscera currently splattering across the way of the television, lights from the LCDs dancing along the slopes and curves of their features.

Satisfied, you settle back into the comfort of the evening, content and warm and feeling light. And at the moment, you knew you were safe with them.

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface #ghostface #ghostface x reader #Scream 1996

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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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the tok - wilhemina venable x billie dean howard x reader

masterlist

summary: oh my golly you have two fiancées? wild. you decide to try dirty pick up likes on them for your tik tok as you go on vacation (no real plot to this, just moments throughout your day).

includes: lilac!wilhemina x billie x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, change in POV.

warnings: just barely nsfw because of the dirty jokes.

2,350 words

MINA POV//

As always, I’m the first to wake.

The sheets are everywhere, Y/n lays in the center of our king sized bed. Her head on my shoulder. Billie is not only spooning her, but her hand has made its way to my breast in the middle of the night. Asleep or awake, the woman always wants some form of contact.

We don't have to leave for another two hours so I let them sleep for a bit longer as I get out our clothes for the day. Casual dress pants with a knitted sweater for myself, in an eggplant shade. Hoodie and sweatpants for my little one, since she's bound to fall asleep on the plane. A silk blouse and skirt for Billie because 'Have we met? Do you know who I am? There is no such thing as dressing down, I'm offended you even asked.'

I put on my robe and go turn on a pot of coffee.

When I return, my angel is still very naked and very asleep. Now laying almost completely on top of an equally nude Billie, who is on her phone. Presumably checking her email.

"We promised no work for the week, Billie Dean." I remind her, placing a steaming mug on her nightstand.

"We aren't on vacation yet and I'm only reminding my staff of a few things before I go off the grid, Wilhemina." she mocks my use of her first and middle name.

I glance towards our fiancée, "Mhm. She'll have to get up soon."

"She's gonna be hard to get moving today" Billie continues to stroke the sleeping girl's hair.

I sigh.

"It's your fault. I mean really Mina, 'Be a good girl and go one more for me'? In what realm would she have said no to that, she could barely form a sentence as it was."

I raise my hand in surrender with a smile, "I take full responsibility, but I couldn’t help myself. Besides she doesn't have much to do except ready herself.” I lay our clothes for the day on the empty part of the bed, “What did you do with our bags, darling?"

"Oh right, I had them brought to the car yesterday so Y/n won’t have a chance to second guess what she packed."

"Good. I have more coffee ready to go- although she will probably need a shower to wake up first."

"That'll definitely wake her up" Billie smirks.

"I'll ready the water then"

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BILLIE POV//

"Babydoll?" I whisper, moving Y/n’s hair from her face.

"Hm?"

"Baby" I nudge her onto her back, placing little kisses all over her face, "we have to start getting ready, my love." She scrunches her nose before trying to curl back into my side, "Ah ah ah, you need to get your cute butt up and in the shower."

"Why"

"Doll, we have a plane to catch."

She groans into my neck, "It's a private jet, Billie, it literally can't go anywhere without us."

She’s got me there, "You know Mina doesn't like to be kept waiting so cmon, she started the shower alrea—"

"Shower?" she asks.

"Yes—"

She sits up, "We're all showering?"

I suppress a smile, "Did I not mention that?"

She runs to the ensuite bathroom.

"Well good morning to you too, sweetheart!" I shout after her.

Y/N POV//

I walk up behind Mina just in time to help her remove her robe. I then wrap my arms around her waist from behind. Kissing along her spine, I greet her, "Good morning, gorgeous."

"Good morning, my angel."

Billie soon enters, "All I had to say was Mina and shower in the same sentence and suddenly she's wide awake!"

"I'm flattered." Mina turns in my arms and kisses my forehead before opening the shower door.

Having no clothes to take off, we follow her in. Occasionally sharing kisses and gentle touches, making out for a few minutes because they're insatiable, but overall nothing too heavy or we could take hours.

(( time skip / waiting to leave the house / still your POV ))

As usual I finished getting ready first, followed by Mina who is triple checking her lists and ordering breakfast to arrive at the airport when we do.

Billie, of course, is still doing her hair.

After responding to texts and checking social medias I end up on tik tok. I have a pretty decent following. Considering Billie is already famous and the fact that I have two hot, wealthy, beyond attractive, older, stunning, did I say hot? HOT girlfriends who actually as of last week are now my fiancées.

Dreamy sigh.

Mina and Billie don't really get "the tok" as they call it -I gave up on correcting them- but I often show them some videos and they like being involved in relationship or vlog-type ones. People like to see how the three of us function day to day, also Billie and Mina like to remind people 'who I belong to'.

I've recently seen a bunch of videos of people trying dirty pick up lines on their partners so why not do that with my women.

What could go wrong?

I could be punished...

Pfftt, because that would be so bad.

Again, I ask what could go wrong.

Billie will probably get turned on and Mina will be shocked to ‘hear such things’ come out of my mouth. I finish making a list in my notes of possible lines to use when Billie is finally ready. Once in the back of the car we head off to the airport.

I slide closer to Mina, readying my phone to record her reaction.

She glances between me and the screen, "Hello?"

"That sweater is very becoming on you" I smile.

She relaxes a bit, glancing at the camera again, "Thank you, darling, it's ne—"

"Although if I were on you right now I'd be-cumming, too." I attempt an innocent smile.

Her eyes widen a fraction and I hear Billie chuckle from her seat.

"You seem to be having trouble breathing, may I suggest mouth to mouth?"

Mina's mouth falls open and Billie lets out a loud laugh. I end the video and start to giggle.

"Pet?"

"Mina?"

"I suggest you behave" she slowly looks me up and down.

Not intimidated at all, I give her a kiss on the cheek, "No promises!"

"Cmon darling" Billie takes my hand to help me out of the car after Mina.

I follow her towards the private airport, readying my phone again.

"B, you have something on your butt"

She turns to see her backside, "I don't see anything- can you get it?"

"Sure" I wind my hand back and land a slap on her ass, leaving my hand to rest there. She jumps a bit in shock, hitting my shoulder playfully when she sees my phone being held above our heads, "Never mind. Just my hand!" I grin, drafting the video now that I have the second clip.

Billie chuckles lowly, grabbing my chin and giving me a quick kiss, "God, I love you." she laughs.

We're interrupted by an angry Mina, "Unbelievable. The plane is fucking late. How the fuck is it late."

Billie furrows her brow, "It's alright, darling, we can just eat here instead. Check that off your list in the mean time."

"Fine." Mina heads towards the dining area, using her cane with more force.

(( time skip / after lunch at the private airport / still your POV ))

"Say hi!" I hold my phone up.

Billie pulls me closer by the waist, resting her chin on my shoulder, "Hello viewers."

We start updating our followers on the recent turn of events.

"The plane is about to arrive, do either of you need anything before we go? Oh, hello again." Mina gives a stiff wave to the camera.

"Actually, I am kinda thirsty."

"What would you like, darling?"

"You're 70% water, right?" I smile, zooming in on Wilhemina's shocked face.

She grips her cane tighter, cheeks turning pink, "I'll get you a soda." she says curtly before turning towards the fridges.

Billie laughs into my neck when I end the video, "You are so bad."

(( time skip / on the plane / still your POV ))

After Mina yelled at the flight crew for ‘being tardy’ we are on our way to the Greece mansion she bought as an engagement gift. I head over to my fiancées on the couch and lay across their laps, phone ready, and I sigh dramatically.

"Can we help you, babydoll?" Billie asks without looking up from her magazine.

"Are you guys ever jealous of my heart?"

Mina looks up from her crossword puzzle, "What on earth?" she mutters to herself.

"Are you guys ever jealous of my heart?" I ask slower.

They look at each other confused.

"Don't look at me- I don't know what she's on about." Billie shrugs and sips her complimentary champagne.

"Because it's constantly pumping inside me and you're not." I clarify.

Billie chokes on her drink and Wilhemina's pen goes through the paper, "I- I must say I'm rethinking the pet name 'angel'." she shifts in her seat.

"I must say I am jealous now that I think about it... yes." Billie adds thoughtfully.

"I think you both need a nap" Mina chuckles, rubbing my back out of habit.

________________

BILLIE POV//

"It's nice to see her so upbeat" I smile.

"Agreed. She's been a bit down recently. Of course she never says anything, no matter how many times either of us tells her she should and can- but I digress. Anyways, that's why I thought the trip necessary."

"You’re very sweet."

Mina scoffs.

"Don't do that, you've always been soft to me but you're real sweet for our angel and you know it."

"I'll deny being soft and sweet till my death."

"I've always found you very sweet"

Her eyes cut to me when she understands my sexual innuendo, "Not you, too." she smiles.

"I know!" I laugh, "She's certainly enjoying herself so far" I look to Y/n's head in my lap

"But what is this tik nonsense she's up to?"

I look back to my redhead, "I think it's tok. I know she already explained it to us but I barely understood it the first go around. What I did get is that it's an excuse to show the world she’s ours so why not."

Mina furrows her brow, "Do love bites and the ring on her finger mean nothing anymore?"

"Oh she gets plenty of those and you know it, but she likes making these little videos to show us off a bit along with one of the biggest fucking diamonds on the continent." I shrug.

The corners of Mina's mouth turn up slightly as she watches our babydoll sleep.

"We should try them" I blurt out.

"What?"

"The tok things"

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"I mean I've seen how she films them. I could do it. We just have to come up with some of the lines like she's used on us. We could just use our own phones since she puts the little clips into one video to post once she’s filmed enough."

Mina starts to smile, "Clever girl..."

"Thank you baby." I lean over to kiss her, "It'll be easy to get a rise out of her. She blushes when we look at her for more than two seconds."

"She does get rather flustered doesn't she."

We laugh as we come up with lines, Y/n still fast asleep.

(( time skip / at the vacation home ))

Y/N POV//

"HOLY SHIT!!!!" I yell running through the house.

"Careful!" Mina warns.

Later that night, tired from flying and swimming, we lay outside to watch the sunset over the hills.

"I was thinking we could go shopping tomorrow, what do you think?" Mina asks.

"I never say no to shopping" I smile to myself.

"I heard Greece is famous for its clothing sales" Billie adds, making me laugh.

"Why would you need sales? I'm the broke one." I remind her.

"The sales are working in your favor already, our clothes are 100% off." Billie replies.

"Huh?" suddenly I'm hit in the face, sitting in my lap are a purple one piece and a baby pink bikini.

My jaw is on the floor.

I look up from my book to see them both wearing nothing but a smirk and Billie filming.

"Thank you- I mean- what are y-you- what is happening?!" I ask pleasantly surprised.

"Just what you were doing" Mina shrugs.

"Using the tok."

I chuckle before clearing my throat, "I- Wha- I didn't- but- mhm...okay...I see... Are we sure I'm not still asleep on the plane?" I tear my gaze from their bodies.

Billie sets my phone down, having gained the reaction they wanted and they make their way towards me.

Time to christen the vacation house.

(( time skip / the next day / still your POV ))

"Say good morning!" I set the phone up in front of us to vlog as Billie asked.

Billie puts my breakfast in front of me, "It's actually the afternoon. So hello and kalispera vlog"

"What is that?" I ask.

"It's good afternoon in greek, my love." she pecks my cheek and takes a seat.

"Well kalispera and happy vacation day two!" I smile.

"Oh! We came up with a new nickname for you last night. I just remembered." Mina perks up as she sits.

I start to smile, "Go on..."

"Winter." she states.

"Winter?" I look to B for clarification.

"Because you'll be cumming soon." Billie adds.

I immediately feel heat rush to my face as I struggle to find words.

"Then, to go with the theme, you can call us snow and storm." Billie adds.

"Why?" I whisper hesitantly, not at all prepared for the answer.

"Together we'll give you 5 to 8 inches and make it hard for you to walk anywhere." Mina smirks.

gay panic gay panic gay panic

Billie taps the phone to adjust the brightness, "I think she's broken. That's enough for today... bye vlog."

cut the cameras

#american horror story #ahs murder house #ahs apocalypse #billie dean howard x reader #billie dean x reader #billie dean howard #x reader #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #billie dean howard x wilhemina venable #billie dean howard x wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson

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littlefanthings · 3 years

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WandaVision Episode 7 Thoughts

• “A quarantine style staycation” probably wasn’t meant to hit the way it did when they filmed this

• Did the Office or Modern Family have background music? It’s honestly kind of distracting.

• lol the milk sniff, I do that every time I use milk, been burned too many times (by which I mean maybe twice but it was two times too many)

• “The signal’s gone, dead air” well shit, I guess she really is taking a “me” day, huh?

• Billy and Tommy have become pretty damn lovable. The writers are doing a good job toeing the line between “cute, funny, but pretty normal kids” and “full Michelle Tanner”.

• Yes, that reference was on purpose because of Elizabeth Olsen and the Olsen twins, but it’s also EXTREMELY accurate. Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen basically grew up being made to act like living caricatures of cute kids and it was gross and sad and I hope that they’re doing alright and are happy now (and I got really mad when people tried to give them shit for not being on Fuller House but this is a long enough tangent).

• Wanda has become uh...kind of a shit mom? Though I mean, she’s only been a mom for a week and her kids grew ten years in like two days, so she hasn’t had much practice. Still, though: Wanda you are a mother get your shit together, you don’t say stuff like that to children, especially not your own!

• Billy why you gotta be such a sensitive sweet boy you’re gonna need so much therapy my little angel child

• if you have to say “I’m fine” more than twice, you’re not fine.

• OKAY I think this is a red herring and Major Goodin is not actually the engineer, but CMON MARVEL WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH US THIS WAY

• Has anyone actually seen a strongman in a circus in the last decade or two?

• There are lions in this circus? That is highly unethical, Wanda....also, wait, where did the lions come from? Did Wanda just turn some stray cats into lions? ...that’s actually kind of cool.

• Hey Vis why haven’t you just gone around town waking people up? Though hmm now that I think about it, that could go bad pretty easily. Too many panicked, angry people.

• In case you didn’t notice (though I’m sure you did), the guy Darcy punches is the same guy who called her “Miss Lewis” and wouldn’t get her coffee, so he probably had it coming (for other reasons - don’t punch people for refusing you coffee).

• Hula girl in the van! That’s definitely a Agents of Shield ref, right? Or is it just “hula girls are fun to put in moving cars”? I’m gonna pretend it’s a reference.

• They really nailed these depression commercials right down to the greyscale. “Nexus” is a thing to pay attention to, in case you didn’t catch that but you definitely did because ..cmon...if you’re reading this you definitely already knew.

• Agnes’s house is such a tip-off, the decor is so NOT “Agnes”. ESPECIALLY in a sitcom. It looks like the kind of house that would belong to an Old Money family that hid a disabled child in the attic at some point.

• Monica WHY

• This would be a good time to point out that Monica hasn’t taken the time to process getting snapped and losing her mother. It’s a juxtaposition to Wanda, both people who disappeared and lost loved ones suddenly. Both doing reckless-ass shit out of grief.

• Monica’s Superhero-itis hits the final stage. You can tell from the glowy eyes. That only happens when you hit full power.

• I think the best thing to come from WandaVision is getting to see Vision’s actual personality. We never really had a chance to learn much about him from the movies outside of knowing he’s a good dude (because He Is Worthy™️) and that he loves Wanda. We got about ten seconds of him being awkward and cute with Wanda in Infinity War and then aliens stabbed him and it was mostly business from there on out.

• Monica is about as subtle as Carol Danvers. There’s a crazy, mindcontrolling, cosmically powerful witch who hates me making trouble so the best plan would be to STORM INTO HER HOUSE YELLING. C’mon, Monica!

• Superhero-itis hits its peak with Monica’s superhero landing. Is that even a smart way to land? I feel like it’s not the most stable pose, along with that whole bad for the knees thing that Deadpool pointed out.

• WHO IS THE PACKAGE MAN?!? IS HE THE MISSING PERSON??? IS HE RALPH?? WHO IS THE MISSING PERSON JIMMY?!?!?!

• Also what’s up with Dottie? They made kind of a thing about Feige having to approve Emma Caulfield Ford’s casting and she’s shown up once or twice since the 60s ep but that’s it. Give Anyanka Jenkins more screen time!

• WHERE ARE THE BOYS AGNES

• “Ten is too old for Yo Gabba Gabba,” she thought despite fully having watched Arthur well into her teen years (it was a good show, guys).

• Wanda’s in the basement and OOH they’re using the creepy slide trombone sound!! I love when they do that.

• So is the sparkly book the Darkhold? Or a different evil magic book? I honestly hope it’s a different one since they used the Darkhold on AoS and even if it’s a different universe...can you just let them have this one??

• We finally got the big Agatha Harkness reveal! In general, I think that Hollywood has this problem (mostly in TV shows, less so in movies) where if the audience figures something out ahead of time the writers decide to add a crazy twist in order to shock the audience. The problem is that whatever twist they add is usually sloppy and makes no sense and the whole thing winds up being very unsatisfactory for everyone. The smart thing a storyteller can do here is not change the story, but add another layer. An unexpected problem or character development that still keeps us intrigued or entertained without derailing the whole plot. In WandaVision, they know we know Agnes is fishy as hell, they wrote it that way. They know we’ve figured it out and they wisely stick to the story, because finding out you were right is STILL fun and it keeps things on track. But they’ve also added another bit of fun for the audience to make the reveal feel more special: they gave us THE GREATEST THEME SONG OF ALL TIME.

• Okay, maybe not really THE GREATEST, but it’s pretty fucking good. I mean, it had a great start by clearly being based off of The Munsters theme which really IS one of the greatest theme songs of all time.

• Is that Kathryn Hahn singing the “It’s Been Agatha All Along” part?

• Kathryn Hahn doesn’t get enough credit for being both incredibly talented and alarmingly hot.

• SHE KILLED THE DOG? THATS TOO FAR AGATHA THATS TOO FAR

• I don’t think Agatha turned the kids into a fly and Señor Scratchy. She definitely did something sketch with them, but I don’t think it was that.

• WE GOT A MID-CREDITS SCENE FINALLY

• I think I officially became an Evan Peters fan for life with “Snoopers Gonna Snoop”

• Evan Peters character is definitely NOT Pietro. So who is he exactly? I know people were really betting on him being the actual Quicksilver from X-Men but I’m starting to feel like he might literally just be some lackey of Agatha’s from our universe and it really was just a (brilliant) casting gag. I guess I’m fine with it either way, as long as they handle it well.

• This multiverse shit is gonna get DICEY. It could easily go so wrong. Really hope you know what you’re doing, Marvel.

• In conclusion: Costume department continues to nail it with “Pietro”’s slouchy beanie. It is perfection. That guy definitely sells weed when he’s not trying to gaslight the most powerful being on the planet.

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wandavision s1e7 #wanda maximoff #the vision #vision #monica rambeau #darcy lewis #agatha harkness #marvel #MCU #agents of shield #wandavision thoughts

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metalheadcowboy · 3 years

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idea.... modern day tommy being an absolute horndog and being teased all week and one day he basically begs billy over text to come to the bathroom in the middle of class and let him cum

YESH PVHWFEJDKVP

Tommy was about done with Billy’s shit.

He felt like his balls were going to explode as he sat uncomfortably on a toilet seat in a defaced stall of one of the many bathrooms of Hawkins High School.

Billy had been teasing him for days, almost a full week with nudes and lewd texts that made warmth bubble deep within the pits of his stomach. But he was given one order, ‘don’t cum’, and he wasn’t going to if he had any say in it. Maybe Billy was being unfair, but he knew if he came before he was told the repercussions would only be worse.

Sure, technically he could jerk himself off quickly right now and Billy would never know, but Billy would know. There wasn’t a chance in hell he could get away with it, his boyfriend had crazy intuition and he didn’t want to test it.

“Shit,” he grunted softly, looking up at the ceiling, trying to take his mind off of his cock throbbing as it was punishingly pressed against his leg in the tightness of his jeans.

‘billy please’ He typed, ‘need you, now’. He was going to be beyond pissed if Billy didn’t answer, knowing he was in study hall with nothing better to do. Unless Honors Pre-Cal homework was ore interesting than his needy boyfriend.

‘can’t angel’ Tommy read a second later, ‘promised reese id help her study for her semester exam remember????’ And Tommy hoped that nobody else was in there with him because the sound of frustration he made was embarrassing.

‘cmon, ill suck you off 😏’ He responded and could just picture the little smirk on Billy’s face.

‘sorry babe it’s out of my hands 🤷‍♂️‘ Billy answered and Tommy wanted to scream.

He took a second, setting his phone atop the toilet paper dispenser and just breathing. Even the feeling of his hands running up and down his thighs was making him more aroused, or maybe it was the thought that that could be Billy if he wasn’t such a stubborn prick.

He knew touching himself would only make it worse, but he was desperate. In the end he just undid the button holding his jeans together along with his fly and grabbed his phone again, ready to give Billy a piece of his mind.

‘get over here and let me cum, asshole.’ He started using periods to let Billy know how frustrated he was. Along with it he sent a picture of his dick trapped behind his boxers, straining against his thigh.

This seemed to get Billy’s attention ‘whats in it for me?’

‘already told u’

‘what else 👀’ And he really should have seen that one coming, it was always more with him.

‘knowing you made your boyfriend very happy 😊’

‘anddddd....’

‘come over tonight and ill order pizza and pick you up a pack of marlboro reds on the way home 🙄’ Bingo.

‘now were talkin’ And just when Tommy thought he had him, ‘ill think about it’

‘FUCK YOU’

‘you wish, dollface ❤️’

Send me hc’s 💛💛

#Billy Hargrove #Tommy Hagan #Tommy H #Stranger Things #t h e y #I actually really like their dynamic #no real smut just a bunch of back and forth lmao

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spacedadpicard · 4 years

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can I say... all 3 of the Lannister children for the character ask? is that too many.

3 lannister kids is the perfect number of lannister kids.

tyrion:

favorite thing about them: his compassion. him looking out for sansa is just... my entire heart. his love for jaime? revolutionary. him caring about cersei, even despite the way she treats him? totally undeserved, of course, but incredible.

least favorite thing about them: that the height of his wit in the final two seasons of the show boiled down to dick jokes :^)

favorite line: "And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things."

brOTP: [inhales] TYRION AND JAIME BAYBEE

OTP: my number one OTP for all the lannisters is just. them and me. BUT BESIDES THAT, maybe like... san..sa??

nOTP: any other lannister :^)

random headcanon: tyrion is a night owl. he likes the silence, and enjoys having some time to himself to think and read (and drink).

unpopular opinion: i don't think i have one?

song i associate with them: 'sea of dreams' by oberhofer!

favorite picture of them: idk if gifs count but idc

jaime:

favorite thing about them: it’s the MORAL COMPLEXITY. does some deeply horrible things, but also wants to protect his family. murdered his king... to save a city, and to put an end to tyranny. loves his brother sm, and would do anything for him, but also pushed a kid out of a window that one time.

least favorite thing about them: [points to s8]

favorite line: "There are no men like me. There's only me."

brOTP: see above

OTP: oh cmon. jaime/brienne.

nOTP: jaime/cersei!! does it need to be said

random headcanon: he's really bad at dancing. it confuses everyone, because surely someone with such good hand-eye coordination would be a brilliant dancer? but he just doesn't have an ear for the beat.

unpopular opinion: honestly i'm just not clued into the GOT/ASOIAF fandom enough to know what contitutes an unpopular opinion

song i associate with them: 'sunlight', by hozier

favorite picture of them: another gif, this one w bonus brienne

cersei:

favorite thing about them: god where 2 start. i love a lot of things about cersei. maybe more than anything, though, her ternacity.

least favorite thing about them: [POINTS TO S8] and also just. her treatment of her brothers.

favorite line: "I am a lioness. I will not cringe for them."

brOTP: cersei and qyburn.

OTP: tbh cersei should just. not be in a rship.

nOTP: cersei and jaime!!

random headcanon: as a girl, she loved having the rare chance to go the beach. she liked playing in the sand, and trying to keep up with jaime climbing over the rocks. she got in trouble for it.

unpopular opinion: im pretty sure just liking her is a fairly unpopular opinion?

song i associate with them: 'you should see me in a crown', by billie eilish

favorite picture of them:

#ty bb!#blackcatcoffeeshop #got #tyrion lannister #jaime lannister #cersei lannister #asks #replies #answers

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eds-trashmouth · 5 years

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Can You Hear My Heart Beat For You? (2/3)

A/N: I know it’s been literally forever. But I did it. I finished this part. I decided to end it here and part 3 is going to be the sexy time. So there will be smut, but this one was already long. I’ll link part 1 incase you need to reread it. I know it’s been so long. Also, I will be finishing the second part of Good Side. I just figured I should finish this first since I started it first. Also my girl Sara gave me the idea for Eddie to say he’s lovesick (the scene went differently than I thought it would so it’s not exactly what we talked about but I still wanted to give her credit for that one)

Pairing: Reddie

Word Count: 3,000k+

Rating: PG-13 for trashmouth

Part 1

(AO3)

8 days 1 hour and 17 minutes

Eddie could not for the life of him get his mother to make him another appointment. He knew he couldn’t fake something too terrible, it had to be small and fixable. Like a cold. But the last time he went for a cold he came running out of the doctors room like a bat outta hell so his mother has been worried about sending him back to that doctor. He still refused to tell her exactly why he was running but she accepted the simple “I didn’t wanna be at the doctor anymore Ma” answer so really what more could Eddie ask for.

He had asked Bill a hundred times what he should get a check up for but Bill refused to help him lie to get a guys number.

“Just go into the office and ask for him. Easy.”

“It’s not easy Bill! How many times do I gotta say it?!”

“Oh my dear Eddie. It is indeed that easy. You just can’t accept the fact that you have to put yourself out there to get what you want.” Maybe Bill was right. He couldn’t just expect the world to work around him and his insecurities. He had to step up and take control of his own love life.

“Okay Billy, you’re right. Time to put myself out there.” Eddie stood up quickly, wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, and stormed out of the room. Not even 10 seconds later he was coming back in.

“This is my room, my mom won’t let you stay here alone...”

“It’s also almost midnight on a Friday, I doubt the doctors office is open.” Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Oh yeah. That too...”

It’s been days since Bill had told Eddie to stop being a pussy. As the days passed, so did Eddie’s confidence. It only took him 2 days 20 hours and 56 minutes to decide...he was a coward. There was no way he was going to just march into a doctor’s office to get some perfect boy’s number. He could, however, ask a certain hopeless romantic to help him out.

“Ben, I just need your advice.” Eddie had told him the whole story as soon as he answered. However, he called him on a Monday, his day for studying so Ben was a little less than helpful. He could hear a sigh and rustling on the other side of the phone then silence. He waited.

“Eddie, you do realize you’re an adult right?”

“Of course I do Ben. But I can’t just go and ask him. I just can’t. What if he says no?”

“You’re missing my point. You’re an adult. You can make your own appointment, and go by yourself. Then go from there.”

“Oh,” How had he not thought of that himself. It was so obvious. He wouldn’t have to worry about his mom, and if he changed his mind he could just leave. “You’re right. I can totally do that. Thanks Ben.”

“You’re welcome Eddie. Now please let me get back to his paper. It’s due by midnight.”

“Yes sir! You got this Ben.” And with that, he hung up. He would call in the morning and set up an appointment.

1 day 12 hours 8 minutes

It was time for his appointment. Walking through the too familiar hospital had his stomach churning. His mind kept racing. What if Tozier was taken? What if he was a jackass? What if he was straight?! He pushed down all his thoughts and took a deep breath before opening the waiting room door. He could tell by the mass of people that he’d probably have to wait awhile. There were at least five different families waiting to be seen. Each more annoying than the next. The first name called was an adorable little girl with her hand wrapped in gauze. Eddie assumed some kind of cut; probably pretty bad if they’re coming to the doctor. Eddie got a little nauseous just thinking about it.

He waited an entire hour to be called. Perhaps they were short on staff today. The same fiery redhead called for him with a smile. This was it. This was his chance. Did he know for sure Dr. Tozier would be performing his check up? No. But he decided if he didn’t see Tozier today then that was fate telling him it wasn’t meant to be. This was his ONLY chance. The nurse led him back through the same hallways and down to a similar room as before.

“The Doctor will be with you shortly, you’re welcome to have a sucker while you wait. Oh, I’m Beverly by the way. In case you need anything.” With a smile and small wave, Beverly was out the door. Eddie could feel his anxiety starting to show its ugly head. In just a few short moments he would, hopefully, be face to face with the man of his

dreams. Tozier wasn’t even here yet and Eddie could already tell his face was pink. He would just simply ask. ‘Want sum fuk?’ And that would be that. He had to be casual. He couldn’t let him know he’s been pining since the last visit. A soft knock on the door kicked him back to reality.

“Come in.” Eddie heard himself speak as if on impulse. The door opened and he almost cried. There stood a short middle aged woman, her blonde hair pulled into a tight bun.

“I’m Dr. Sylvia, what seems to be the problem today?” Her voice was soft but confident. Suddenly he forgot what he even thought of to say. He was only thinking of Tozier. Fuck. He obviously didn’t have a cold. He wasn’t throwing up.

“Uhh, I’ve been having some minor pain in my finger and I was wondering if I uh broke it?” The Doctor squinted a little as if confused, then nodded and walked close to Eddie.

“Which one seems to be the problem?” Her hand held out waiting for Eddie to place his.

“My uh, left middle.” He gave her his left and watched as she began bending his finger with no issues. She pressed softly on each section of knuckle. Eddie hissed a bit when she got to where his finger met his palm, realizing he should at least pretend something hurt.

“So here?” She pressed again a bit harder.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. I was just worried.” She nodded once again.

“Well, it’s most definitely not broken. I believe it could just be that you smashed it a little or hit it on something. I’m sure it’ll get better all on it own.”

“Thank you miss.” He was embarrassed.

“You may leave whenever you like. Thank you for coming in today.” She left the room as Eddie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. That was his chance, and Tozier wasn’t here. It was silly of him to think he would have the exact same intern over two weeks later. But wishful thinking is Eddie’s specialty he supposed.

13 hours 45 minutes

After his less than successful trip to the doctor Eddie decided the world hated him enough today, and he would stay in. Forever. Or at least until tomorrow. Sadly, his friends had other plans. Around 10pm there was a small rock on his window. Then another three hit simultaneously. He knew it was Bill, that was his signal to sneak out. He couldn’t be bothered to moved. The covers helped to hide his sadness, his pathetic sadness, from not getting a date with a stranger. A wonderfully eccentric stranger. It’s just...nothing had ever felt that easy. He never felt something so electric so quickly. It was like there was a magnet attached to Tozier’s lab coat or something. He was attracted immediately. His phone rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. With a sigh he answered.

“Stop moping and come out to the new over 18 club with us! It’ll get your mind of your love life. Hell, maybe you’ll even find a cute boy to dance with.” He expected Bill, not Mike, to be calling him. He could easily tell Bill no, but Mike? Everyone knew he’d never say no to hanging out with his homeschooled friend.

“Mike...I just. Wanna lie here and wallow.” If Mike let it go then he’d be golden. He could just stay in bed for the rest of his days.

“Cmon Eddie. Come dance with us. It’ll be fun I promise.” With a sigh and a small squeak Eddie agreed. Saying goodbye and getting up to get dressed. He knew he wouldn’t have time to tame his bedhead the way he’d like to so he settled for just brushing it back into a beanie. He never wore beanies, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t look cute in one. The light blue beanie matched his light blue v-neck he paired with a pair of black overall shorts. Of course a huge hoodie to cover him until they got to the club as well. A quick and easy outfit, perfect for dancing but not enough to get any unwanted attention. He’d go, dance with the boys a little, then make an excuse to go home.

The club was about a 15 minute drive in Mike’s old pickup. It was still in the city but almost on the outskirts. Eddie watched as buildings faded and passed by the window. His mind still going back to that cute set of curls with an adorable face to match. He was utterly infatuated and there’s nothing that he could do about it. He didn’t even know his fucking name. His plan had failed. His simple, basic, stupid plan. Failed. The dark blue exterior was lit up with seemingly every colored light imaginable. “Nerve” in bright neon caught Eddie’s eye immediately. It was nice. Definitely a dance club.

As they got to the bouncer, the music from inside came busting through the doors. Although muffled, he could still tell they were playing some rap song with a good beat. Getting in the door was easy enough though, Bill and Eddie were now sporting a black X on their right hands symbolizing they were underage. No drinking for them. The other boys went straight for the bar while Bill and Eddie grabbed a booth on the side of the giant dance floor. They would go actually dance later but for now Eddie just wanted to sit.

“So how was Doctor tall nerdy and curly today?”

“Nonexistent.” Eddie looked at his palms, a little embarrassed.

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“I should’ve known it was a dumb plan. He only filled in the last time because the doctor was busy. I didn’t even see him. The world just has it out for me Billy.”

“Cmon Eddie. You know that’s not true. So you didn’t get to ask out this guy? Oh well. There are plenty of guys out there. I know you gotta sort through the bullshit but it’s not like you’re destined meet your soulmate at 19. You have plenty of time my friend!”

“I know, it’d just be nice to have a boyfriend ya know? Or at least a date every now and then so I don’t feel like I’m making absolutely zero progress.” At that, Mike and Ben walked over with some mixed drinks and a few waters.

“These bad boys are for you bad boys.” Mike winked giving a water to both of the younger boys. After that, the conversation went casual. Boring casual, but casual. Eddie was in his own little world. Still wallowing in disappointment. He was watching Mike and Bill talking but couldn’t get himself to actually listen. His mind always going back.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Then probably dance a little, I’ll come get you before I go out there.” Eddie excused himself from the booth and went searching for the bathrooms. It didn’t take too long, just down a hallway, then some stairs, then to the left. On his way through the hallway he spotted an outdoor area with some chairs and tables. Probably for smokers. The bathrooms were nice enough, for a club at least. No vomit on the floor and no shit smeared on the walls so it’s got that going for it. He did his business, washed his hands for exactly 20 seconds, and headed back up the stairs. An obnoxious voice caught his attention as he walked past the outdoor area. Looking toward the voice, his breath hitched.

There he was. Still tall. Less nerdy. More curly. He wore a black flannel over a vintage band tee and ripped black skinny(ish) jeans. He was a walking wet dream. His hair seemed to curl out in every direction and his glasses nowhere to be seen. He couldn’t help but stare, the guy he’d been pining over for weeks was standing 15 feet away. Right next to the redheaded nurse, Beverly? If he remembered correctly. Like some kind of destiny. Eddie was never one to believe in destiny, so maybe it was his doubts that made him walk away or maybe it was just his anxiety but as he met Tozier’s eyes he walked.

More like he ran, as he decided to leave he caught a glimpse of the set of curls making their way toward him. And he ran, like he always did, hoping to whatever would listen that Tozier hadn’t seen him and he could just go to the dance floor and disappear. The dance floor was dark, only a few lights from the stage to illuminate it, and a giant group of people. It was perfect to hide in. He made his way to the middle, slowly moving his hips to the beat as he walked to make it seem like he was dancing. Surprisingly once he got to the middle he saw Mike and some boy dancing. Well more like grinding on each other. As he got closer he could see blonde curls and a cute face. Mike sure does have a type, and this boy is one hundred percent it.

“Hey stranger. Took you long enough to get back.” Mike was smiling and turned to his dance partner. “This is Stan. He got ditched while his friends went out to smoke. I told him I’d keep him company.”

“Hi Stan, I’m Eddie. Mind if I dance with you guys?”

“Well of course you can. That’s what we’re here for isn’t it?” Eddie couldn’t help but smile as they went back to dancing. The music seemed to flow through his whole body. He wouldn’t say he was the best dancer but he could definitely keep rhythm. He was questioning wearing shorts in December but out here on this sweaty dance floor he couldn’t be more happy to have them. It’s just a perk that they also made his butt look pretty good.

“Staniel, please tell me you were going to introduce me to these cuties.” Eddie slightly jumped at the loud voice behind him. He saw Stan roll his eyes but smile.

“Of course I wasn’t Trashmouth. I was saving them the hassle of knowing you.” Eddie turned to see who Stan could possibly be talking to like that, however he wasn’t expecting to be met with the familiar face of a beautiful stranger.

“Well, if it’s the cutie from the clinic! Glad to see cancer hasn’t taken you yet! How have you been feeling?”

“Lovesick...” Eddie couldn’t believe that came out of his mouth, but he couldn’t help it. He was staring again. “Uh! Sick, just sick. But uh, I’m o-okay now.”

“How is it that we meet again little Eddie Spaghetti? Seems like fate doesn’t it?” The smile on the taller boy’s face seemed to stretch ear to ear. He was so pretty. Eddie was royally fucked. He couldn’t even speak. He just stared.

“How is it that you managed to weird out the shyest boy here?” Stan was shaking his head watching the interaction.

“He doesn’t mind, do ya Eds?” He winked. He fucking winked, like Eddie wasn’t having an internal crisis right in front of him. He wanted to speak but with the shock of Tozier standing in front of him he couldn’t say a word.

“Ya alright there Eddie? Do you need to sit down?” Mike was to his side instantly, checking on him. Eddie really didn’t deserve him and he’d remind him of that later. When he could speak. “Let’s get you to Bill and Ben.”

“Wait. I’m a Doctor. I’m sure I can help him.” Tozier was still being as cocky as ever and something about him drives Eddie crazy.

“You’re an intern, not a doctor.” It came out like word vomit. It seemed like Eddie either said too much or nothing at all. If the rudeness of his statement offended the boy he didn’t show it. He simply smiled that ear reaching smile and bent down to get a closer look at Eddie.

“How high is that heart rate, do you think sugar?” His face was inches away and Eddie couldn’t help but count the freckles splattered across his face. His eyes scanned his whole face taking inventory of those freckles, landing lastly on his lips. He could tell they were a little chapped but in this moment Eddie couldn’t think of anything more appealing than smashing his soft lips into them.

“My eyes are up here darling, at least ask my name before undressing me with your eyes.” Eddie felt two fingers lifting his chin so he could get a look into his eyes.

“I-I wasn’t undressing y-you. Don’t be so cocky, it’s not a flattering look on you.” Tozier’s mouth hung open, definitely not expecting Eddie to have an answer.

“He’s a fiesty one! I like a spicy bottom.” It was Eddie’s turn for his jaw to hit the floor. Mike and Stan watched as the boys slipped into their own little world right there on the dance floor.

“A little forward, huh?”

“When I see something I want? Definitely. I can show you just how forward I can be if you’d let me check out that little body of yours again.”

“I don’t even know your name, as you so crudely pointed out seconds ago. Unless your parents named you Trashmouth and for that I’d say I’m so sorry.”

“What can I say? I’m just talented with my mouth.” That smirk again. “You definitely need my name, so you know what you’ll be screaming later. Richie, Richie Tozier. At you service luv.” Eddie cringed at the terrible British accent but couldn’t help feeling smitten at the same time.

“Well Richie. I’m not one to go home with just anyone. So no can do my good sir.” This time Eddie slipped into a British accent, making Richie’s smile even wider.

“My lord, you are perfect.” The sudden softness in his voice sent a shiver through Eddie’s entire body. He was back in Eddie’s face, he could feel his breath on his lips. “Let me at least take you out. I can’t let you run out of my life like I let you run out of that exam room.”

Without anymore thought, Eddie surged forward catching Richie’s lips with his. It didn’t take long for him to feel Richie’s tongue working his mouth open. He’s never been a fan of smoking, but he could get used to the taste of this Trashmouth.

“How about you pick me up tomorrow? I’ll go to dinner with you then we can see where it goes from there loverboy.”

“That sounds like dream.”

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theheartchoice · 6 years

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dean/cas | teen | 2.6k | coda for 12x10 (part 1 of 2) | ao3

Cas recovers in the bunker under Dean’s care (part 2).

Ishim's words has gotten to him. Add in the physical beating to that emotional one, and Dean knew Cas could do with a good night's rest. He insisted Cas at least try to close his eyes and turn his mind off for a few hours while his body recovered.

They stood at the threshold of Cas' room—one barely lived-in and lacking all nuance of personal touch—and Cas reared back, slightly.

"Dean, this is pointless. I'm not tired." And yet his eyes were hanging from his head, and the entire walk from the garage Cas had leaned his weight into Dean. "I can do research in the librar—"

"—Cas, enough! Alright? You're getting some shut-eye, and that's final." If he had to treat Cas like a stubborn child then he would. He knew what was best right now, even if Cas couldn't see it.

Cas' riposte died on his lips, sighing as tired eyes drifted from Dean to the empty room.

"You spent enough of your angel mojo healing that dick to earn yourself at least one goddamn night's rest. You need to heal. I won't take no for an answer."

Dean urged him through the doorway, hand at the small of Cas' back, closing the door with his boot behind them to dissuade any worry of Cas escaping back into the hall.

Hand still gripped in Cas' coat, he led him to the bedside and switched on the lamp. The room was bare. No pictures or art or weapons on the walls. Nothing on the desk but a blank notepad and pen. The TV remote sat on the nightstand beside the keys to Cas' Lincoln Continental. The drab palette and lack of character was not a welcome sight, with nothing at all to garner that feeling of home.

Dean made a mental note: tomorrow, he would help Cas decorate—any way he wanted.

It was a good idea, one he should've thought of sooner. Because he noticed something mingled in the exhaustion of Cas' features that tugged at his heart, like a child wanting to leave a place they found.. disturbing, unfamiliar, uncomfortable.

"C'mon.."

Dean turned Cas to face him, giving him something alive and reassuring to focus on. Palms slipping beneath the shoulders of his coat, Dean shifted it down til Cas worked it off over his hands. Dean hung it on the back of the door and returned his focus to his friend.

"You don't like it here, huh?" he muttered, avoiding Cas' eyes while loosening his tie.

When Cas didn't answer Dean looked up, snaking the tie through his grasp and searching Cas' face for a visual answer.

A weary sigh deepened the lines in Cas' face. "No, it is a.. nice room. Thankyou."

"Right."

Dean didn't believe him. Cas knew he didn't believe him. But neither had the energy to care at the moment.

Unbuttoning Cas' shirt he was surprised to find a second layer: a white singlet was half-tucked where his shirt had been into the wasitband of his trousers. Dean left Cas to finish up, expecting him to follow through from his example, and turned towards the dresser.

"What are you doing..?"

Dean pulled open a draw.

"There's nothing in there," Cas mumbled, spying Dean from the corner of his eye as he reached the final button.

The cotton dragged over his skin, feeling considerably more heavy than the light weight it should be. It seemed to gather with a thud on the floor as it fell from his shoulders.

Reaching to remove his under-layer, Cas inhaled deep to muster the strength of raising his arms above his head. Perhaps a few hours rest would do him some good.

But he still couldn't shake the feeling of the room: it felt foreign, belonging to someone else—or many someones, like any of the countless, nameless motel rooms he had stayed in over the years whether with, or without the Winchesters.

He struggled as the fabric caught on its ascent, trying to keep his balance and free himself from the tangled confines of one too many layers.

Steady hands came to land on his shoulders just in time, before hoisting the confounded garment from his head and arms while helping him stay upright.

"..There y'are."

Dean's soft smile sparkled, but was paired with concerned brows digging forward. He was worrying about Cas—again.

Cas felt like a burden much of the time, and now he had let show his dislike for the room the brothers were kind enough to offer him. He had been ungrateful, and guilt churned sleepily in his gut.

"Thankyou, Dean." He needed to say more, needed to find words of appreciation lest Dean kick him to the curb, again. "I—.." But he wasn't given the chance.

Tossing the singlet on the ground with his shirt, Dean reached for a pile of clothing—of unfamiliar clothing—folded and waiting on the bed.

"Comfy shirt—" Dean let the old tee unfurl in one hand, "Comfy pants—" he let the pair of flannel pyjama bottoms unfurl in the other, both pieces of sleepwear hanging in display.

"Where did you..?"

"I filled your dresser a few days ago. Thought you would've noticed, by now."

Cas was dumbstruck. He glanced over at the open draw, now piled with all manner of casual clothing. Dean lay the tee and pants on the bed before stepping towards the closet.

"And, I thought it would be a good idea if, y'know.." He stood holding open the closet door. Inside were a dozen or so white dress shirts neatly hanging, aside a dozen or so pairs of dark slacks. "Better you have some spares than waste your mojo on stitchin' cotton. I just figured, anyway.."

Cas' feet were on auto-pilot as he found himself beside Dean, fingers trailing along the garments that had been bought, prepared, gifted just for him by the one person in the world whom it meant the most to recieve them from.

"Dean, I—"

"—Don't sweat it."

Cas smiled. "But, how did you know—"

"—I took your measurements. When we got back from Gitmo, I just needed to keep myself busy, y'know.. With homey things. I did laundry. Found your stuff.. Went out, bought some more."

"But you were mad—"

"—And I needed a distraction. From those government spooks, from Billie.. Retail therapy. Works wonders." His smile stuttered as he continued on. "And.. this is your room, Cas. It should be filled with your things, with you."

Cas' arm moved of its own accord, hand suddenly squeezing Dean's bicep. "Thankyou," Cas reiterated, pouring every ounce of gratitude and fondness he had for this human into his words, and into the look of admiration and affection he gifted back to him.

Dean Winchester was a treasure.

Clearing his throat, Dean moved back to the mess of clothes on the floor, gathering them up and placing them in the hamper in the corner.

"Hey—" He called to Cas, who turned with one hand still caressing his new wardrobe. "Pants too, 'cmon."

Cas gave a nod, and began on his belt. He had somehow regained composure of muscles, managing not to trip and stumble as he stepped out of his trousers. It was as he worked them over his ankles that Cas noticed six pairs of boots standing to attention at the bottom of his closet, cloaked in shadow.

"This.. must have been an expensive," he remarked, turning back to Dean.

"It wa—.."

Cas stood only in his black boxers, and the sight took Dean by surprise. He straightened from folding back the covers of the bed and cleared his throat again.

"It was worth it. Anything to flex my pool skills. Actually made more than I ended up spendin', so.. win-win."

He beamed at Cas, though his face had reddened some and he avoided prolonged eye contact.

Dean grabbed the edge of the hamper basket and tilted the opening toward Cas, prompting him to throw his trousers in.

Cas gravitated to the bedside, reaching for the sleepwear and pulling on the pants—almost tipping forward, but Dean's hand again braced him, keeping him from falling. Cas peeked up and gave a small smile of thanks.

The some flannel was thick and hugged his skin in the cool night air. As he pulled on the tee his eyes drew downward, noting the imagery on the front, while feeling the soft, worn fabric of the sleeves that reached his elbows and the torso that hung loose enough to curl up in. This was familiar.

"This is.. yours?"

Dean nodded, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Yeah, well.. You need it more than I do."

Cas quirked his head at that. His hands held the hem of the shirt taught, the upside-down symbology of Dean's favourite band stretching out beneath him.

"It's comfort, Cas. And you deserve a little comfort. You deserve to feel comfortable—here, 'cos.. this is your home."

The flannel pants were helping, but it was the warmth of Dean's words, of his sentiment that flooded and embraced Cas like a hug from the inside out.

And then his arms were around Dean, wayward again.

Where words failed, or didn't come, actions had always spoken clear and sincere between the two of them. Cas buried his face in Dean's collar, sighing into the contact, the familiarity, the comfort of good company.

Their bodies were flush. Dean's head told him that his arms wrapped around Cas to hold him steady. But his heart beat a different story, drumming bold and bathed in sunlight as his angel embraced him.

Whatever bad air threatened to taint their friendship, Dean revered what they shared too damn much to let it fall apart, to give up on it. He may have been mad at Cas for his reckless behaviour, but they would find a way to work through it, like they always did. And in the meantime he would be damned if their profound bond twisted into something distant and unfamiliar.

He didn't want Cas to leave—not again. So he needed to make sure he had a reason to stay—to want to stay, like the feeling of home that couldn't be found anywhere else.

Dean patted Cas' back and let their bodies part, reeling from the warmth and the feeling of hope that their friendship was still in tact.

"Alright, bedtime." Dean steered Cas to sit on the edge of the mattress. "Eight hours at least."

The angel tucked his feet in and settled down beneath the covers.

"Dean?" Cas stopped him as he reached for the light.

"Yeah, what's up..?"

"I—.. would you—.. I mean.."

Dean moved closer to the bedside.

"What is it, Cas?"

"Would you mind.. staying?" Cas tried, uncertain. ”Just.. until I fall asleep?”

Without hesitation, Dean nodded, moving around the bed towards the armchair which looked comfy enough, if not sat in for over forty years.

The rustle and movement of sheets caught his attention, and he turned to find Cas had folded back the covers, a bare space inviting Dean to join him.

Oh.

Dean’s eyes flicked between the bed and the chair as Cas stubbornly tried to fight off sleep.

If he was being honest, he could cut and run right now; go back to his own room and his own bed, feeding Cas some bullshit excuse. But he would no doubt find himself sleeping restlessly, waking several times in the night to wander down the hall and check on Cas. He might as well just stay the night.

He toed off his boots and left them by the nightstand. His belt came next, before he slipped out of his jeans and folded them on the arm of the upholstered chair, flannel following. The last item was his watch, which he placed beside the small bedside lamp before tucking himself in beside Cas.

It was only then that he noticed the angel staring: wide eyes framed in exhaustion, but definitely staring—at Dean.

“What..?”

Cas said nothing, but a smile sparkled in his eyes before he leaned carefully out of the bed to switch off the light.

He settled back down beside Dean, who hoisted the covers up over his chest.

Better a mattress than some old manky chair, he though. And even though it wasn’t memory foam, he had to admit it was damn comfy. The ache eased out of his bones as his muscles melted into the lure of sleep. He might well beat Cas to dreamland.

They both needed this: Cas’ grace needed to recharge, and Dean had face-off with one too many angels in the past 24 hours, earning him at least a few hours of comfortable unconsciousness.

The shadows pressed in on him, insistent. Cas’ smile lingered in his mind, and before he could surrender to sleep, one more thought nagged at him.

There was something he had to do, something that had to be done now else the courage would fade—soon enough today would become tomorrow and the moods and mindsets of now would be reset, post-sleep.

Not trusting his fatigued self to make any hasty decisions, however, Dean fell back on instinct, giving over to the whims of his body; it was both his out to be bold and his later excuse should things go awry.

His arm moved around Cas. He shuffled a little forward, and, to his delight, Cas shuffled a little back. The warmth of a body beside him ensured Cas was there, and alive. The weight of his arm around him ensured Cas would stay.

Dean’s hand fisted loosely in the sheet around Cas’ torso.

Cas’ hand found Dean’s bare forarem, resting there, warm flesh on warm flesh, grazing patterns with just enough pressure so as not to tickle.

Dean inhaled steady, slow, deep, his nose buried in the soft tufts of hair before him. A solid, warm expanse of angel in his arms, safe, near.

The gift of clothes were a kind gesture, helping Cas to feel less out of place in a space that had been reserved just for him. But it was the human curled around him, warm and alive and falling asleep in his bed, that helped the room to finally feel like home.

The last thing Cas felt before sleep, was the press of Dean’s lips in his hair.

The last thing Dean felt before sleep, was Cas settling back into his touch.

Now, wherever Cas was, when his mission or the next battle would take him far from the bunker, far from the presence of the Winchesters, he could at least find comfort in the memory of Dean beside him, around him. Anytime Cas was homesick, he would think of this moment.

He would think od his place in the bunker; think of Dean.

They were one in the same.

Dean was his home.

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