@wickedhearts

malefibliss

did you just say you hate me??? you know what happens to people who say they hate me???

⁽   日光  →  sent   ⁾  :   ...cupcakes??

⁽   日光  →  sent   ⁾  :   will you make me cupcakes too??? I can help!

⁽   日光  →  sent   ⁾  :   a permanent tomato?! but i have only just begun!!

⁽   日光  →  sent   ⁾  :   do not make a sad face. it is not your fault for being this beautiful.

⁽   日光  →  sent   ⁾  :   but I will try to remain alive. for now.

⁽   日光  →  sent   ⁾  :   it would probably be easier for you to reach my butt.

⁽   日光  →  sent   ⁾  :   however, you have two hands and plenty of time to do both.

⁽   カトウ  →  sent   ⁾  :   five dollars????

⁽   カトウ  →  sent   ⁾  :   that is an acceptable amount.

⁽   カトウ  →  sent   ⁾  :   you say you are not rude then you send that. proof that you are the rudest.

⁽   カトウ  →  sent   ⁾  :   hmph.

⁽   カトウ  →  sent   ⁾  :   your butt is the cutest i have ever seen. no other butts can compare.

when your team is cute as shit

@batteredhearts replied to your post:

......tbh that was all the motivation i needed. ;-;

If there's one thing Dean aspires to do more than anything else, it's to cause some form of disturbance and stand back in  a w e  of his handiwork. Smoothly flirting with someone as sweet and  pure  as the blonde, someone so contrasting to himself, was doing just that. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Brow cocked at her reaction, clearly  nervous  but  bold  , but he moves in all the same. The size difference of their hands was obvious but their palms still slotted together easily, fingers braided. It felt right. It almost felt  silly  but it was worth watching her get so ruffled. "You sure you want me this close? Might end up self-combusting."

Numerous occasions saw him questioning how he'd gotten into the situation, and this was no different. Not just their friendship; a story he couldn't quite retell, one of a new territory and an unconscious drifting towards one another; but how quickly and without complaint she'd wiggled her way into his heart and latched on. With a reputation for being overly defensive to those he kept close, he'd quickly and without complaint became her protector. The person she ran to when she was scared. When she was hurt and had nowhere else to go. So, when Alexa knocked on his door, he answered without hesitation.

It was a better alternative than planning that asshole's death, anyways.

Still, seeing her so down was  heartbreaking  , though under the circumstances nothing less could be expected. There's not much he wouldn't give to never see such sadness in her wide eyes. "Dunno if bein' immortal's actually possible, but I'll definitely try for you." Blunt fingernails scratch at unbrushed hair, the faintest twitch to lips. He reaches out a gentle but comforting shoulder squeeze as he shifts on the bed, one leg under him. "I'd like to say you'd probably be wanderin' the streets like a lost puppy, wonderin' when you're gonna find an Uncle Dean-o, but you're strong. Shit may be tough now, but you're gonna get past this, darlin'. You're gonna be alright."