#peace and love. you play in your corner i'll play in mine.

[moe-broey]

I rhink one of the most haunting and disturbing OH I'VE. BREACHED CONTAINMENT moments was someone tagging my CYL results surprised Alfonse won and their vibe was like "I knew Alfonse is a fave of some but damn" like............. he........... sure is...... a fave of some. Um. Unrelated but have you looked at my blog for like ten seconds

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Day 24 for @steddie-spooktober, Pumpkin. I'll just finish this hellish month and then write all the good Halloween-y stuff when people already look forward to Christmas. There.

"Oh my god. That's Eddie Munson!"

Steve's eyebrow did that treacherous twitch. Here we fucking go again.

Robin just snickered. "Oh wow. That's like what, the fifth one today?" She didn't even look sorry for Steve, the traitor! She just kept making the coffee order, creating a lovely heart in the milk foam.

The woman who ordered the coffee didn't even bother to try and whisper to her friend. She was squealing and pointing at the unsuspecting rock star who had earphones over his head. "What do you think he's reading? It must be something dark. He has a reputation, you know."

Another twitch in Steve's eyebrow, but he was a professional. It was fine. He could do his job even when annoyed. Maybe.

Robin flipped the whiteboard with their seasonal specials. The other side revealed a meticulously prepared game of Eddie Munson-themed bingo. "Wanna play, Steve?"

He scowled at the board. All of those were classics, the stupid shit people say when they meet a rock star like Eddie Munson.

He took an erasable marker and scribbled X next to the questions, comments and other atrocities he managed to catch.

I wonder if he'll show me that special tattoo if I ask nicely. Check.

I heard he's unforgettable in bed. Check.

People say he has a...you know. A piercing down there. Check.

I don't believe the rumors. A guy like that can't be taken for long. He was made to sleep around. Check.

I wonder what he's drinking. Probably something dark and bitter. Mmm, how mysterious!

"Bingo!" whispered Robin. "Now, as per the rules of this humble establishment, once we have a bingo, you get to go there and be a bitch. Do your worst, oh platonic soulmate of mine. I'll be watching."

Who was Steve to deny Robin one of her favorite hobbies? He fluffed his hair and re-applied his lip oil, arranged some pastries on a kitten-shaped plate and made his way to Eddie Munson.

Eddie was lost to the world, but there was a familiar pattern in Steve's footsteps, one that reverbated through the wooden floor. In a second, Eddie had dropped his book and gave Steve the widest smile. One that he couldn't even conjure up on stage. This smile was only for Steve, and Steve fucking hoped the women noticed that.

Eddie made grabby hands at him, pulling him down into a quick kiss. "Is your shift over, Stevie? Can we go?"

Steve shook his head. "Nah, two more hours to go. Ish. Are you sure you don't want to wait for me home? You must be tired."

"Tired?! Pffft. I mean, yeah, but I want to spend time ogling my boyfriend when he's at his sexiest - covered in flour and sugar. And speaking of sugar..." He glanced at the plate. "Is that for me?"

Steve laughed and set the plate in front of him. "Honestly? Even if it wasn't, those doe eyes of yours would persuade me in a second. But yeah. It'll be Halloween soon, and I was testing out some spooky cookies. Do you like pumpkins?"

Eddie gasped and clutched his heart. "Do I?!"

Steve kissed Eddie on the top of his head and put his earphones back on. In a few seconds, Eddie was back in his own world, book, music and cookies.

In a corner of his eye, Steve saw the two young women, speechless. Robin was serving them their coffees, giddy with anticipation. She'd prepared them in to-go cups, just in case.

Steve stood in front of them, flipped his hair and smirked. "Well, ladies. You've had many questions or guesses, and I'm happy I can answer them. You know. To give you some peace of mind" He nodded to Robin. "The list, Rob?"

Robin glanced at their bingo board. "I wonder what he's reading!" she read out.

Steve nodded and returned to the frozen guests. "The book to end all books. That's what Eddie calls the...uh. Tolkien bible thingy. Silmarillion." He pronounced it gery carefully. "He reads it to me sometimes, when I can't sleep. Works like a charm." He might have smirked at the blush creeping up the woman's face. "Next."

Robin saluted him. "Special tattoo?"

"He won't show it, I made him promise he'd no longer get arrested for public indecency. Besides, it's only me that gets to see it. Next."

Robin fake gagged. "Is he unforgettable in bed?"

"Sure is. He talks to my chest hair. I think they're a couple."

Robin gagged again. "Why...ladies, get better questions! That piercing down under?"

Steve snickered. "Very real. Very...effective." He sneaked a glance at Eddie. Sexy and charismatic, yes, but more importantly warm, happy and home.

In a sing song voice, Robin got to the next point. "Is he really taken?"

"Take a guess," Steve winked at them. Or at least tried to, because the customers were already halfway out of the door with their coffee cups, and a very generous tip left on the counter.

"Aw," muttered Robin. "Shame, I thought these two would last longer. It's been ages since someone lasted the full Munson reverse bingo."

Steve laughed and helped her clean the table. "Would a pumpkin cookie console you?"

"Only if I don't have to hear about your bedroom rituals ever again," she said and reached for a cookie. "Or at least until the end of the shift."

[sky-is-the-limit]

Artist's Touch.

P: Javier Escuella x F!Reader

CW: NSFW Content, Vaginal fingering, Grinding

WC:1,823 words

You were sitting by the tranquil water, the gentle caress of sunlight warming your skin as you cradled Javier's cherished guitar in your lap.

"Am I doing this right, Javi?" You whispered, the words barely audible above the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant movement of the water.

With tender care, you ran your fingers across the strings, coaxing out soft, melodious notes that mingled harmoniously with your surroundings.

Javier behind you was a comforting presence, his hands resting atop yours as he guided your movements, his touch warm and reassuring.

Javier's response was immediate, his voice soothing to ease your worries. "You're doing great, mi amor." He murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You could feel the firmness of his arousal nestled between the rounded curves of your ass and despite your best efforts to maintain focus on the task at hand, the undeniable presence of his hardened length pressing against you was impossible to ignore.

Perhaps it was the way you were shifting slightly on his lap, the subtle movements torturing him despite his innocent efforts to teach you how to play the guitar.

Maybe it was the comfortable silence that hugged you both, a peaceful rare moment from the hustle and bustle of the camp life as you both used fishing as an excuse to get away.

And he was aware of it too. You could sense it in the way his gaze lingered on you, dark with desire as he whispered with sultry tone in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it each time to betray his intentions.

His hand gently guided yours to a different position on the fretboard, the familiar formation of E minor taking shape beneath your touch. As he adjusted your grip, you could feel the calluses on his fingertips brushing against yours, a reminder of the countless hours he had spent perfecting his skill.

"Practice that one, love." With a soft murmur, he encouraged you to play the chord. "Let me hear it."

And so, you obliged, hesitantly strumming your fingers across the strings of the guitar. You focused intently, ensuring that you applied just the right amount of pressure on the strings to produce the correct sound.

Yet, despite your concentration, you couldn't help but feel the subtle shift in Javier's touch. His hand, which had been guiding yours moments before, now trailed down to rest on your hip, his fingers tracing circles against your skin and causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"Good, good. Now show me A major." Javier instructed with a velvety whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

As his lips moved dangerously close to the pulsing of your neck, you could feel the heat of his breath ghosting over your skin and a smirk forming on his lips.

"Javi, what are you-" You began to question, but before you could finish your sentence, you felt his fingers daringly graze your upper thigh. The hem of your dress barely covered your most intimate parts, leaving you feeling exposed to his touch.

With a firm grip, his fingers found interest on the material of your clothing and slowly, almost teasingly, he began to raise the fabric upwards, revealing inches of nakedness underneath.

The sensation of exposed skin against the cool air raised goosebumps all over you, your senses heightened by the not so surprising turn of events.

Caught off guard by his sudden boldness, you hesitated, uncertain of how to react, if you should keep playing. But then, with an unfamiliar sternness in his tone, he interrupted you.

"Ah, ah, cariño." He chided softly, his tone carrying a hint of authority that excited every corner of your body. "You focus on your playing and I'll focus on mine. Go on."

Javier watched you intently, his gaze unwavering as he searched for any sign of a reaction. He was eager to see if he could break through your focus, to witness the moment when you would fall apart to what he was doing.

With a slow motion, he positioned the index and middle finger of his right hand, forming a V shape over your outer lips before pressing firmly against them.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you remained determined to maintain your composure, to continue playing the guitar as though nothing else mattered.

As his fingers pressed against you, you could feel your inner lips spilling outside around his digits, the heat of your arousal radiating from your core. Your lower muscles hardened under his touch, responding instinctively to the stimulation.

With each movement of his hand, more of your juices seeped from you, coating his fingers in a slick sheen of your lust.

You pushed down against him, your silent plea for more evident in the way your body moved and trembled.

Javier was more than happy to comply, eager to satisfy your every need. With a swift touch, he removed his middle finger, allowing his index to glide smoothly along your soaked slit, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

His touch was electrifying, setting your skin ablaze as he trailed his finger from the bottom to the top of your slick folds, stopping just short of your clit. The anticipation was almost unbearable and your whimpers choked in your throat before they could reach your lips.

Exasperated by it all, you stopped playing altogether, your focus entirely consumed by the pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Javi, please-" You whined, pleading as you begged for more. "I need more, please-"

"Keep playing, amor or I'll stop." Javier warned huskily with a hint of playful threat. His words hung in the air, a reminder of the power he held over you in that moment.

A with a renewed sense of determination, you focused all your attention on the guitar in your hands, your fingers moving deftly across the strings as you continued to play the melody.

Then he moved faster, pressing even deeper. The thumb on your clit added pressure and swirled with such skilled accuracy that it burst a sudden moan out of you. It left your thighs trembling, growing weaker with each passing second.

It was velvety and slick, the way his fingers glided in and out with ease, as if you were sucking him in despite the slight stretch.

Despite your best efforts to maintain composure, whimpers and cries spilled from your lips and every word you tried to articulate was swallowed by a panting mewl, each syllable lost in the haze.

"You're doing such a good job for me." Your lover praised and with each word, you felt yourself growing more and more responsive to his touch, your body instinctively reacting to his every movement.

With each passing moment, the intensity of his touch grew, his thumb working your clit in small, tight circles that left you gasping for air, your cries mingling with the wet sounds of your own arousal.

The heat building in your stomach intensified, leaving you trembling and the guitar in your grasp alongside you. It was a wonder that you managed to maintain your grip on it amidst it all.

Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, ignited by the rhythmic pressure of Javier's palm now grinding against your clit as his digits thrusted in and out of you at a maddening pace. With each movement, the pressure pushed you further and further toward the edge as tears welled up in your eyes.

Amidst the haze of sensation, you felt Javier's lips against your ear, "That's it-" He rasped, his voice sounding almost more wrecked than your own. "Keep clenching around my fingers, fuck-"

In desperate need of more friction, you instinctively began to grind the globes of your ass against his clothed length and though there was the barrier of fabric between you, you could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against you with each motion.

At first, it was a subconscious movement, an innocent attempt to find a rhythm that would bring you closer to your climax. But as you continued to press yourself against him, something snapped within you.

Then, as if breaking through the barrier of your own desire, you heard it, a low, needy moan that escaped Javier's lips.

''Just like that, keep grinding on me- fuck-'' Heavenly little noises fell from his lips as he finally started pressing his crotch against you with pressure, the tone of his voice betraying his ability to last long.

The guitar was long forgotten as he, too, seemed lost in the heat of the moment. The wooden instrument served as nothing more than an object for you to hold onto. Your fingers clung desperately to the smooth surface as your hips instinctively started grinding against his hand in search of release.

His climax coming early didn't catch you off guard after only a few moments of using your lower body strength to both milk his fingers with your warm walls and grind against him. It was no surprise, really, considering the torturous arousal that had been building inside him since the moment you sat on his lap.

The fact that he had even lasted as long as he did was admirable, all things considered.

''Fuck-'' With a shudder that seemed to ripple through his entire body, Javier stilled, his cock pulsing as it spilled rope after rope of hot thick semen into his pants.

His abs flexed beneath the fabric of his shirt, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over him. His hips twitched involuntarily, his movements punctuated by sharp gasps and whimpers of pleasure as he struggled to catch his breath.

Though Javier was trying to come down from his own high, his fingers never ceased their relentless thrusting inside you. Even as his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm, he picked up the pace, his fingers driving deeper and faster inside you.

''Javi- God!'' The sound that escaped your lips was primal, raw, the cry of a wounded and your head swam with the force of your orgasm, every sensation heightened to a fever pitch as you surrendered to the sparks going through you rapidly.

"We might need to wash up before we get back to camp, eh?" Javier smiled wolfishly, bringing his hand up to his lips, his tongue trailing along his fingers as he savored the taste of your release and licked his fingers clean.

As your back rested against his chest, the rise and fall of your breath gradually returning to its normal rhythm, you felt Javier's hands begin to move and you felt the weight of the guitar being lifted from your body.

With a tender touch, Javier placed the guitar gently on the grass beside you and then wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close to ret his head on your shoulder.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 131 }

pillowtalk.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

you woke up suddenly, feeling groggy as your eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness that covers your room. only a sliver of moonlight was seen, casting a faint, pale blue glow from your open window.

and yet, your eyes could not even be bothered to bask in its beauty. instead, you divert your attention towards your beloved boyfriend, currently sleeping next to you.

the sight of him being so vulnerable made you smile. sung jinwoo had always been a messy sleeper, with his hair all mussed against the plush pillows while a trail of drool was seen against the corner of his lips. a soft giggle escapes from your parted lips as you gently wipe away at it with the corner of your blanket.

if only the hunter association could see him now, they probably would have never believed that such a powerful man could sleep so... peacefully.

jinwoo exuded none of his powers as a monarch in this peaceful moment- you catching a tiny glimpse of this snapshot of his life. no daggers or poisoned blades were clutched tightly within his hands-

he had no glowing eyes flashing purple that masks his stormy grey gaze, which were now only covered by thin lids that moved in tune to his dreams.

no, for in this moment, he was free- free to be his true self when it was just you and him.

a sudden urge to speak to him was felt bubbling against your throat, and even though jinwoo was sleeping; couldn't even hear what you were saying-

you had to get this off your chest.

"jinwoo sung... when you're with me... you don't have to act like the shadow monarch, or take on the title of the strongest in the world..."

you bask in his gentle snores, reaching out to brush back his hair before continuing.

"i just wanted to reassure you, that you have no reason to be that way around me. when you're with me, you can act silly; you can act scared and anxious... you can tell me all of your fears... and i'll still love you."

it was as though a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders when you spoke those words to him. you smile, brushing against his strong cheekbones with the back of your hand, ready to fall back asleep-

when you were suddenly gripped by jinwoo's powerful grasps. his large hand encircles your slender wrists, making you gasp in response when he pulls you towards his chest.

his hold on you was tight, with the tall hunter practically crushing you to his chest. jinwoo's voice, still hoarse from sleep, manages to murmur to you when he presses his lips against your forehead.

"i know... and for that, i love you for it."

you began to blush when he says to you.

"i remember it well... how you were with me even when i was known as the weakest hunter..."

jinwoo pulls away, his sleepy, grey eyes looking deeply into yours. "and you, my love, will be the only one who can see me when i am the most vulnerable."

"jinwoo..."

your hands cling to the front of his shirt, feeling him place a chaste kiss against your lips.

"if anyone were to try and kill me... then my enemies know that they need to use you... you could stab me in the heart, and i'd still love you."

jinwoo chuckles darkly while pressing another kiss against your lips, his words making you cry because of how deeply his devotion ran for you.

"you're my world... my better half, the light to my darkness... the other side of me."

jinwoo sighs before laying back in bed, taking you with him as he plays with your strands of hair. feeling overwhelmed with emotion, you tell him.

"i love you."

"i love you too, you adorable, mushy love of mine. now... sleep."

you heed his gentle command, seeming to slump within his arms automatically, your eyelids turning heavier as you slowly closed them. as your breathing slowly evens out, alerting him of your sleeping state, jinwoo felt greatly amused by this when he brings you closer into his embrace, placing a final kiss against your forehead in response.

perhaps he would show you that pretty diamond ring he kept tucked away inside one of his drawers, just to see you smiling and happy once more.

a.n. - happy belated birthday, jinwoo sung. this was written as a gift from me to you to let you know that you are greatly loved by me, too. mwah mwah 🥰

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[ddejavvu]

WAITTT poly!marauders doing stuff for y/n bc her nails get in the way (picking up cards, coins, tieng her shoes, ect) but w fluff at the end of them living head/back scratches w the nails 😝😝😝

The second the three hear your coin purse thump to the ground, as well as the telltale sound of metal clattering onto the wood floor, they're on you like vultures.

"Got it," Remus grumbles, but Sirius and James pay no mind to the man as they dive to their knees too, fingers scrambling to pry coins off of the floor by your feet.

"Here!" Sirius shoves a hand towards you, palm sweaty as three quarters practically stick to his skin, "75 cents, pet."

"Thanks, Siri," You hum, taking them from him and stuffing them back into the purse, "And- oh! Thank you, James."

"Mhm!" The man grins cheerily at you, cheeks flushed from how fast he'd crouched to the floor. He stuffs a handful of coins into your purse, already swooping towards one that Remus is after.

"Hey!" Remus huffs, struggling to his feet while James and Sirius pick over the last few coins like men starved, "They took mine."

"it's okay, Remus," You croon, gratefully accepting the few coins he pushes into your palm, "I'll play with your hair extra when they're asleep."

"Hey!" Sirius clamors to his feet next, mouth agape and eyes aghast, "No fair! I helped more than him."

"Cheaters never prosper," You hum, taking your coins and stuffing them back into the bag. You hand the pouch over to James who's hunting for a stray penny beneath the couch, and you ruffle your nails through the curls billowing from his scalp. A shiver runs down his spine and you laugh breathlessly, taking Remus's hand with your free one.

"But I still get some head scratches?" Sirius verifies, looking for all the world like he might riot if your answer is no.

But you nod, leaning in to kiss the corner of his pouted lips, "Yes, Siri, you still get some head scratches."

"Just not as much as me," Remus boasts, sticking his tongue out at Sirius, "Maybe you can get Prongs to do it, he bites 'em enough to make 'em almost as sharp."

James bumps his head on the underside of the couch in an attempt to protest the accusations against him, and you pet over the sore spot as he glares up at Remus, "Not true!"

"Yes it is," You gasp, peering intently at James's fingers and noticing jagged edges on the thin edges of his nails, "James Fleamont Potter, no scratches at all until you stop biting your nails!"

"No fair! I'm sorry," James pleads, brandishing the slightly dusty penny towards you as a peace offering, "Please, love, I'll stop, I promise."

"I'm filing them down," You decide, "Or- someone is. And if you bite them again then no more back scratches."

"Understood," James nods vigorously, and Sirius grabs his hand to head to the bathroom.

"Come on," Sirius drags James away, and you're left hand-in-hand with Remus, "Let's tame those talons, Prongs."

[buckleyx]

pls a fic about buck from 911 with reader who is v short (like 5'2) and he likes to cuddle on her chest lots of fluff thanks

CUDDLES AND KISSES

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner! - This is such a pretty Gif <;33

Author’s note: Hello it is I. I'm back baby!! NEW EPISODES NEW ME YEAHH. Enjoy my friend as I feed you with this content.

I was really inspired by this request so thank you, thank you, thank you anon.

Evan buckley x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: FLOOFFF and cuddly Buck but also mentions of the coma he has in season 6

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"I'm cold." You whined, pulling the blanket closer to your chest. Buck smiled, stretching his arms before moving closer to you. The couch made a funny sound as he smoothly tried to scoot over. You giggled at the action which made him crack a smile of his own. The corners of his mouth curled up, the sound of your laughter sounding like heaven to his ears.

Since Buck's accident, he's been pretty much stuck at home. Not that you really minded, helping him recover was one of your top priorities now. You even took some time off of work. Just a couple weeks, just until he was feeling better you promised.

"Feeling better now?" He asked. You pretended to hesitate, nuzzling your face against his chest. "Yeahhhh, I'll be alright." You teased. Another chuckle escaped his lips, pressing a kiss to your head.

Oh, how he wished he could stay in this moment forever. He felt so at ease, so peaceful and safe when he was with you.

You thoughtlessly watched the tv show that was playing while you played with the soft cotton hem of his shirt. Twisting it around your fingers. Unconsciously Buck was doing the same thing but with your other hand. His finger caressing the palm of your hand.

You stayed like this for a couple of minutes before the silence was interrupted by soft yawn. Buck pushed his face to the side before blinking a few times. Evan would feel tired often, something the doctors warned him about after he woke up from the coma.

You noticed it in him too, after a few simple task he would already be feeling sleepy. He hated it. Especially during moments like these. Even after sleeping full hours he still would feel like he hasn't slept a wink. He just wants to be with you, do simple things again with you. But it takes time. Healing takes time.

"I'm I such bad company?" You teased, perking your head up to look at him, a smile plastered on your face. Evan laughed softly while caressing your cheek with his thumb. "You? Never!" He smiled but couldn't help but feel a slight quilt forming about ruining this beautiful moment.

You noticed the shift in his eyes and wanted to tell him for the millionth time that he doesn't have to apologize or feel bad about this. He needs to heal.

Before he could say anything you poked his side, tickling him to take his mind of it. "Hey!" He laughed loudly before tickling you back. You jumped up at his fingers tickling your skin. You playfully fought back, making your way from his chest to his torso. You carefully sat up and strangeld his torso. He rested his hands on your hips to help you sit up as you proceeded to tickle his stomach. A playfull "yelp" escaped his lips as he tried holding your hands, laughter filling the room.

After his failed attempts of winning you over he called for a truce. It fell quiet again as you both tried catching your breaths after all the giggles. Here and there a small giggle manged to escape again, making you both smile like children.

Buck sat up again, positioning your hips so you were sitting more comfortable on his lap. Your legs strangled his torso. His hands grabbed your cheecks. He played with your hair before peppering your face with small kisses. "I'm so lucky to have you." He whispered. You smiled, looking at his lips before giving him a kiss. His eyes fluttered shut, deepening the kiss at your approval.

"I love you." You whispered back after a few seconds. The buckley secured his arms against your back before swiftly switching positions. You were laying with your head against the couch, he gave you a loving smile and a kiss before resting his head against your tummy. He wrapped his arms against your upper body, nestling his nose against your skin just like you did before with him.

He felt so happy, so goddamm lucky to have you. How he wished he could capture moments like this forever. Dream in them away and stay with you forever.

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[luvashli]

DANCING WITH GHOSTS

SYNOPSIS -> After a painful breakup, Y/N and Jake struggle to move on, haunted by memories of their love. She clings to the life they shared, while he tries and fails to forget her.

PAIRING: nonidol!ex!jake x fem!ex!reader

GENRE: oneshot, exes to lovers(?), angst

STARTED: 1/23/2025

STATUS: complete

WC: 2.6K

Note: this story is based on the song “Ghost of you“ by 5 seconds of summer, I advice you to listen to it while reading :)

Also I wrote it for a friend of mine, cause she is a huge 5sos fan hehe.

Click here for the song

The house was too quiet. The kind of silence that didn’t offer peace but instead carried the weight of memories. Every creak of the floorboards echoed like a whisper of the past, tugging at your heartstrings in the cruelest way.

It had been months since Jake left, yet his presence lingered in every corner. His laugh still bounced off the walls in your mind, his touch still warmed the spaces he used to claim as his own. You stood in the middle of the living room, the coffee table still bearing faint scratches from one of his clumsy stumbles.

Your eyes fell on the couch, where the two of you had spent countless nights. There was a time when his arms were your home, his heartbeat your favorite melody. Now, the silence swallowed you whole.

"Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side..."

You muttered the words under your breath as you wandered into the kitchen. His coffee cup still sat at the back of the cabinet, untouched since the day he left. You didn’t have the heart to throw it away, even though the lipstick stain you once teased him about had faded with time.

If you closed your eyes long enough, you could almost see him. Jake, leaning against the counter, his messy hair and lazy grin the first thing you’d see every morning.

"If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine... I'll be just fine."

But you weren’t fine. You hadn’t been fine since he walked out, his words cutting through you like shards of glass.

You didn’t blame him, not entirely. You were both too young, too dumb, to know what love truly meant. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The rain was pouring outside as you decided to clean up the bedroom. You hadn’t dared to touch most of his things, but today, something in you urged you to. Maybe it was time.

As you pulled open the drawer, your fingers brushed against fabric. You tugged it out, your breath catching when you saw it—his old Led Zeppelin shirt. The one he wore the night he ran away from everything, from you.

You clutched it to your chest, the familiar scent faint but still there, like the last remnant of him refusing to fade.

"Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away..."

The tears came then, hot and unstoppable. You sank to the floor, the shirt in your lap as you cried for what you had lost, for the love that slipped through your fingers.

Jake wasn’t faring any better.

He sat in his apartment, the dim light of the living room casting shadows that only reminded him of what he’d left behind. His phone sat on the table, your contact still pinned at the top, though he hadn’t dared to call.

He thought about you every day. How could he not? You were everywhere. In the songs he played, the movies he watched, the quiet moments when he was left alone with his thoughts.

He had tried to move on, but no one else felt like you. No one else made his heart race the way you did.

"We're too young, too dumb to know things like love. But I know better now."

Jake ran a hand through his hair, his mind replaying the last time he saw you. The hurt in your eyes as he walked away was burned into his memory, a reminder of the mistakes he couldn’t take back.

Back in the house, you stood in the living room, the old Zeppelin shirt now hanging loosely on your frame. It was far too big for you, but it felt like a hug from him, even if it was a ghost of what you once had.

You turned on the stereo, letting the music fill the empty space. And then, as if guided by some unseen force, you began to move.

Your feet shuffled across the floor, your arms wrapping around yourself as you swayed to the beat of the song.

"So I drown it out like I always do, dancing through our house with the ghost of you..."

The tears didn’t stop, but you didn’t care. You danced, remembering the nights you and Jake would spin each other around this very room, laughing and tripping over your own feet.

But now, there was no laughter. Only the memory of him, and the ache that wouldn’t leave.

Jake stood outside your house, the rain soaking him to the bone. He didn’t know why he was there, or what he expected to happen. But his feet had brought him here, as if they knew what his heart wanted even when his mind tried to deny it.

He peered through the window, and his breath caught in his throat.

There you were, dancing. Alone, but not alone. He could see it in the way you moved, in the way your arms wrapped around yourself. You were dancing with the ghost of him, and it broke his heart all over again.

"That my feet don't dance like they did with you..."

He wanted to go to you, to pull you into his arms and tell you he was sorry, that he’d been a fool. But he didn’t move. He stayed rooted to the spot, watching as you poured your heart into every step, every movement.

And when you finally collapsed onto the couch, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you afloat, Jake turned away.

He wasn’t ready to face you, to confront the mess he had made. But as he walked back into the rain, one thing was clear: he would never stop loving you.

And maybe, just maybe, someday he’d find the courage to tell you.

It wasn’t one singular moment that broke you and Jake; it was a collection of little cracks in the foundation. Tiny misunderstandings, unspoken fears, and the unrelenting pressure of life slowly ate away at the love you thought was indestructible.

Jake had always been the kind of person who wore his heart on his sleeve. He loved loudly, recklessly, and without hesitation. You loved him for that. But love, no matter how passionate, can sometimes falter under the weight of everything else.

It began with the arguments—petty at first.

“You’re always busy with work,” Jake had said one night, his voice tinged with frustration as you sat hunched over your laptop at the kitchen table. “It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.���

You sighed, trying to keep your temper in check. “Jake, I have deadlines. I don’t have the luxury of just sitting around and waiting for inspiration to hit like you do.”

His jaw tightened at your words. You didn’t mean for it to sound cruel, but it did. Jake was an aspiring musician, chasing dreams that seemed so far out of reach sometimes. You admired his dedication, but there were days when it felt like he was still a boy while you had to be the responsible one.

“I’m not sitting around,” he shot back, his voice rising. “Just because my job doesn’t look like yours doesn’t mean I’m not working hard.”

The argument spiraled from there. Neither of you really wanted to hurt the other, but the words came out anyway, sharp and biting.

Then there was the night you missed his big performance.

It was supposed to be a milestone for him—a showcase for local artists that could have opened doors to something bigger. He had begged you to come, to be there in the crowd cheering him on.

But your boss had called an emergency meeting, and by the time you made it to the venue, the show was over. Jake was sitting on the curb outside, his guitar case by his feet, the smile he’d worn earlier completely gone.

“Jake,” you said, out of breath. “I’m so sorry. I tried—”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, standing abruptly. “Don’t bother. You didn’t try hard enough.”

“That’s not fair!” you exclaimed, tears stinging your eyes. “You know how much this project means to me.”

“And what about me, Y/N?” he shouted, his voice cracking. “Do I mean less than your job? Because that’s how it feels.”

You froze, your heart shattering at the pain in his voice. “Jake, that’s not true. I love you.”

“Do you?” he asked quietly, his shoulders slumping. “Because I don’t feel it anymore.”

The final blow came weeks later, during a late-night argument that neither of you saw coming. It wasn’t about work or performances this time—it was about the fear that had been building in both of you, unspoken and festering.

“You don’t even see me anymore,” Jake said, pacing the living room. “I feel like I’m just... here. Like a placeholder in your life.”

“That’s not fair,” you snapped, exhaustion and frustration bubbling to the surface. “Do you think this is easy for me? Balancing everything? I’m trying, Jake!”

“Are you?” he shot back. “Because all I see is someone who’s already halfway out the door.”

The words cut deep, but you refused to let them show. “Maybe you’re right,” you said coldly, your voice trembling. “Maybe we’re just holding each other back.”

Jake’s face crumbled, and for a moment, you wanted to take it back. But the damage was done.

“So that’s it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

And with that, he left.

The days following the breakup were a blur. You threw yourself into work, trying to fill the gaping hole he had left behind. But no amount of deadlines or distractions could stop the memories from creeping in.

Jake, on the other hand, buried himself in his music. His songs became darker, rawer, filled with the pain of losing you. He played at dive bars and small venues, pouring his heartbreak into every lyric.

Both of you pretended to move on, but the truth was, neither of you did.

You still reached for him in your dreams, only to wake up to an empty bed. Jake still caught himself glancing at his phone, hoping to see your name light up the screen.

And so, the two of you drifted further apart, held together only by the memories that haunted you both.

As you stood in the middle of the living room, his old Zeppelin shirt in your hands, the weight of it all came crashing down.

"We're too young, too dumb to know things like love. But I know better now."

You whispered the words to yourself, tears streaming down your face. You had loved him. You still did. But love wasn’t always enough to hold two people together.

Jake, drenched in rain outside your house, couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing you said to him.

"Maybe we’re just holding each other back."

He wondered if it was true. Or if you had only said it because you were scared—just like he was.

As he walked away, his heart ached with the knowledge that no matter how far he tried to run, he would always find himself coming back to you.

Jake thought she would help him forget.

He met her at one of his gigs, a girl with a warm smile and a laugh that filled the room. She wasn’t you, but maybe that was the point. He was desperate to move on, to stop seeing your face in every passing thought, to stop hearing your voice in every song he sang.

At first, she was a distraction. Her presence was easy, uncomplicated. She laughed at his jokes and told him his music was amazing. She never argued with him about late nights or missed texts. She was everything you weren’t.

And yet, she wasn’t you.

The first time Jake realized it wouldn’t work was when she sat beside him in his apartment, humming along to a song he had written.

“That’s beautiful,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “Did you write it for someone?”

Jake hesitated, his fingers faltering on the guitar strings. “Yeah,” he said softly, his mind immediately going to you.

She didn’t ask for more details, but the guilt that weighed on him was suffocating. He was using her, trying to patch a wound that only you could heal.

One night, she invited him out to dinner. He agreed, thinking that maybe if he gave it enough time, his feelings for you would fade.

But as they sat across from each other, her laugh ringing out, he couldn’t help but notice how different it sounded from yours. How her smile didn’t reach her eyes the way yours did. How her perfume wasn’t the one he’d memorized from all those nights you fell asleep in his arms.

He was quiet the entire night, his mind drifting back to you. To your shared moments, your arguments, your laughter.

By the end of the evening, she looked at him with sad understanding.

“You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?”

Jake’s heart sank. He couldn’t bring himself to lie. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She gave him a small, bittersweet smile. “Then go to her, Jake. You’re wasting both our time trying to convince yourself otherwise.”

The walk to your house was long, the cold night air biting at his skin. He had no plan, no idea what he would say when he saw you. But he couldn’t go another day pretending he didn’t still love you.

Jake’s thoughts raced as he approached your front door. His heart pounded in his chest, each step heavier than the last.

What if you didn’t want to see him? What if you had moved on, just like he had tried to?

But the thought of not trying—of letting you slip away for good—was unbearable.

When he reached your door, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the wood. The light in your living room was on, casting a warm glow that reminded him of all the nights you spent curled up together on the couch.

He could hear faint music playing inside. It was one of his songs.

Jake swallowed the lump in his throat and knocked.

The sound was soft, tentative, but it was enough to make your heart stop.

Inside, you froze, your breath catching as you stared at the door. No one else knocked like that. No one else could make your pulse race with three simple taps.

Slowly, you stood, your legs trembling as you approached the door.

When you opened it, there he was. Jake, drenched in the cold night air, his hair slightly messy, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was heavy, but not empty. It was full of everything you had left unsaid.

“I couldn’t do it,” Jake finally said, his voice shaking. “I couldn’t move on. I tried, Y/N. I really tried. But it’s always you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. “Jake…”

“I’m sorry,” he continued, stepping closer. “For everything. For leaving. For not fighting harder. I was scared, and I let that fear ruin the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Your heart was a mess of emotions—anger, love, sadness, and relief all blending together.

Jake took another step forward, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me it’s not too late. Please.”

And in that moment, you didn’t care about the past or the mistakes or the pain. You only cared that he was here, standing in front of you, asking for another chance.

You stepped aside, letting him in.

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Hey, lovely! 🥰

So I'll put the request here too to make it easier for you to answer: can I request a fic from you where Dean falls asleep on Y/N's shoulder when they're hanging out with her family like that dream I told you about 🥹 something sweet and fluffy, and maybe she'll later tease Dean, but just a little 😆🤭

Love you and thank you! 🤍☀️

❤️. Awww @k-slla 🐞... I really hope this is what you had in mind, Oh goodness 🤭 its such a cute request 🥰 and I love you too 💕... Also I'm going to tag @artyandink for my first post on the #Jensenathon and then @anyfandomgoesbingo for my fist square ('Game Night, will be in bold') 🤭🥰 hopefully y'all like this . 🥰🤭🐞

Warnings: I'm going to say 18+ only ya know just for precaution 😅 but honestly there's none, just fluffy and sweetness.

Words: 1015

A little fun !! 🤭❤️❤️

He's hand runs over his freckled face, it's been a rough couple of days, he's been struggling more to sleep, than in a while, everything weighing so heavily on his shoulders, so when I came running towards him, big smile plastered on my face, almost excitedly jumping up and down, like a two year old, "Dean! Babe?" His green eyes stare into mine, and I feel butterflies swirling around again, "Sweetheart? Don't you seem all excited!" 

Laughing "I am, it's been awhile since we had a fun time" giving him a Bambi-like glaze "so, my parents invited us to Game night, please can we go?" 

He couldn't keep the smile from tugging at the corners of his perfect plum lips, "That sounds like fun sweetheart"

 "Really?" I yelped.

He pulls me into one of those breath stopping hugs, tugging his head into the crook of my neck , the hot air of his breath tickling against my skin , while he whispers "your the only bit of light in this world you know that?" I just hugged him back, unsure how to reply, the emotion welling up in my eyes, so instead of saying a single word, I held him tight, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, just lightly running my fingers, in his hair. I'm not sure how long we held each other in that heartfelt embrace but without saying a single word, it spoke of love, trust, peace, maybe the only sense of peace we had in our lives.

Blasting the radio loudly, playing Dean's favourite Led Zeppelin songs, on the drive over to my parents house, we got out, in a quite cheerful mood, well I could still see the heaviness in those emerald green orbs of his, but I made a quick promise to myself that, I'll do anything in my power, to make sure he has a little fun and relaxes a bit. So without further due, I grabbed his hand, which in return he held the beer and some of the snacks. We rang the doorbell and got welcomed as if we were long lost. We walked in and the living room, spoke of fun with the board games all stacked up, there was wine, and beer, finger foods, it spelled laughter and fun.

 As the night got started and we were teamed up together we laughed and shared stories throughout the games. When Dean ate all the pie and some other snacks, me and my mom went into the kitchen, to get some more snacks. When she smiled looked at me and said, "Sweetie,you look so happy are you?" 

My eyes glistened, "Mom! I'm not happy, I'm overjoyed, I simply adore Dean, I love him more than anything in this world" soft tears rolled down my mom's cheeks, "Sweetie I'm so happy for you, he looks like a good man" I nod, "He is mom, he has his problems but when it comes to me, he treats me like a queen". And with that we walked back to where Dean and the rest of my family were sitting. He gave me that smirk, of his, the one that made my knees weak, and I smile back, he pats the seat next to him, and I gladly obliged, he placed a sweet kiss on my cheek, I placed my hand on his thigh, giving him a slight squeeze, after my father cleared his throat he said we should maybe play a card game, and so we started.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, an accusation of cheating every now and again, but it was all playful, and light hearted fun, and as the night went on, everyone taking turns, when it came to Dean's turn, I felt his head resting on my shoulder, and when I looked down, I saw his eyes were closed, the man fell asleep in the middle of room filled with people. I didn't have the heart to wake him up, or even stir a little, so I took the beer out of his hand, and the left over cards and sat it down with mine, mouthing to my parents that we are done playing for the night so I just watched them play further on, until one for one got up and either went home or to bed, leaving me and Dean in the living room, his head still on my shoulder. It didn't take long for my eyelids to fall close, my head gently rested against him.

The night turned into early morning sunrays lighting up the room, my eyes fluttering open only to be met by his forest green orbs, his voice gruffly "Sweetheart when.. what... How?" Smiling, I look at him, my own voice a little croaky from the sleep, "No! Apparently we're so boring and not good company at all, you fell asleep while we were playing cards" 

Dean looked shocked and ashamed "Sweetheart it's not that, it's, I'm so sorry okay, I don't..." I pressed a finger on his lips , "Shhh, babe I'm joking, I know you were tired" A smile tugs at his plum lips, "really you had to make me feel bad didn't you?" Shrugging my shoulders, chuckling a bit "I couldn't help myself, sorry my love" he looks at me as if he's looking into soul, "I love you, you know that right?" Nodding about to answer but before I could, he's lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, his fingers tangled in my hair, I couldn't hold the small moan escaping my lips, the grin on Dean's lips was unmistakable, he shifted slightly, gently guiding me to lay on the couch, I giggled, whispering "My parents'' pressing his finger against my lips, "shhh sweetheart, we don't want to wake them up do we?" with that he captures my lips in a passionate kiss, after a little while, he pulls back, hoarsely whispers "I like game night!"  planting yet another kiss, in that moment I knew, I Will always love this green eyed man, even if he falls asleep mid family events.

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[hey-august]

I'll Be Your Whatever - Story Hiatus

Description: Life is full of all sorts of characters - some who come and go, and others that stay. After propelling yourself into a lie you can't (won't) take back, a certain pirate captain may have a reason to come by more often. (Story tag)

Alrighty, I would very very much like to come back to this fic one day, but I truly do not know when that will happen. I think the outline I put together took away some of the drive to write the actual story, but I still want to SO BADLY.

So this story doesn't remain unfinished for however long, I'm going to share the outline I put together using beat sheets and story arcs.

Tag list: @rorywritesjunk @ane5e @venulus @misadventures0fdes You asked to be included in the tag list for the story, so I'm also tagging you here. I'm sorry for dropping the story and this hiatus, but I hope knowing that the ending exists brings some peace!

For reference: CB = Captain Buggy, MC = Main Character (aka, you, the reader!) WC: ~1.4k

As a recap of the story so far, MC tried to get 2 overly flirtatious guys off her back by saying a stranger passing by was her boyfriend. That stranger was Buggy, of course lol. Trying to stay low and play the part, MC and CB kiss. They joke about CB continuing to be a boyfriend and MC mentions having a treasure chest. A few days later, CB shows up at MCs place with flowers and saying he'll agree to be her boyfriend if she promises him the treasure map.

Chapter 4

They go on a mini date, as a way for them to talk about the agreement - they talk about the timeline and how long to "date." They decide to go get lunch.

Hot dog lunch. Hint at CBs favorite food.

CB blows kisses to MC while she’s in line.

Contract: 

Don’t tell the truth -  a deal’s a deal

MC pays for food

Compliments for Buggy

Hold hands

Kissing? We’ll figure it out if we need to

Buggy has to stop by whenever he’s in town

Buggy goes to the town festival - MC tries to convince CB to agree to go to a town festival in a few weeks or whatever, long enough for dudebros to lose interest. Offers a treasure map.

"If I’m being totally honest, that sounds like my worst nightmare."

MC stands up to someone who tries to insult Buggy’s nose. Fiery. They have to leave wherever they were. CB is impressed by her spunk.

B Story - CB inviting MC to visit the ship. 

At some point CB invites her, a shadow passes over her face, he asks if she really dislikes the idea that much.

MC feels stuck to the small town and guilt about her dad missing those kinds of experiences. She looks at Buggy's eyes and sees the draw of the ocean in them. Whatever enticed Buggy and her dad to love the sea, is reflected in his eyes.

Chapter 5

Fun and Games - coming to the weekend market

Oh yeah, no he said he wasn’t able to make it. But! CB shows up unexpectedly. YN blows him a kiss and he catches it.

CB gets into a scuffle at the weekend market.

Rowdy customer, "how about I pay you in kisses, pretty thing? No? Whatever, this shit isn’t even that good."

“no one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.”

They eat fresh donuts, “oh you have to try these, they’re my favorite,” MC dabs some powdered sugar off the corner of his mouth.

Test of love trope! Conducted by a new jewelry shop. Start easy - eye color, fave food, feed each other, draw each other, blindfold and guess their partners hands, winners get matching bracelets. This is their first kiss.

CB putting the bracelet on MC "This means you’re mine. That’s what you wanted, right?" She gets A LOT of butterflies.

Walking back, the pictures they drew of each other blow away and fall into a tide pool. MC wading through water to get the drawings.

He made the day so special and she doesn’t want this to ruin it.

The drawing / picture she made isn’t that bad, he actually kinda likes it himself. So MC gives it to him. He becomes more enamored with it when she goes to save it from the water.

Nearby sailors / pirates laugh at MC in the water (lighthearted), she calls back that it’s not like they don’t get dirty treasure hunting.

CB gets butterflies from her insistence and calling the papers treasure.

Piggy back ride home? Slightly spicy. It was like their skin was calling out for the other's gentle touch.

Chapter 6

Fun and Games cont - MC said she would see CB off the next day but she doesn’t show up because she’s sick from the previous night.

CB comes by, sees that she’s okay but sick. 

He leaves for a moment and comes back with some stuff to help her feel better. He also postponed shipping off until the next day.

She bashfully asks if he’ll stay a little longer. He stays until she falls asleep.

MC calls him pretty boy and he hecking likes it.

She wakes up the next day to a note telling her that he won’t be in the area for a while.

Chapter 7

Mini scene, MC notices that the dudebros seem to have moved on. They asked for a double/triple date, but MC deflects bc who knows when CB will be in town.

MC mentions this to CB in passing.

Midpoint - Next time, MC visits CBs ship. It’s a good visit. Overall a positive experience. There is some real-ness to life aboard the ship.

Cabaji shows unicycling, meet Mohji and Richie, CB shows off knife throwing (maybe a contest between him and Cabaji, CB wins and Cabaji says at least he’s better at unicycling)

Buggy helps rig the new sails

Pirates swap stories. Talking about what it was like adjusting to life on the ship, but how amazing it is. All the sights and experiences. She has stars in her eyes while listening. Her mind sketching images of what’s being described. She’s even comfortable talking about her dad.

How do you tell your fake bf that you're nervous near him because you're starting to fall for him?

MC likes seeing CBs swagger and how his crew adores him. CB puts his hand on her shoulder and kneads.

She stays overnight (one bed), CB doesn’t sleep.

Chapter 8

Bad Guys Close In - As MC leaves, she’s accosted by pirate thugs, who notice she’s been hanging around CB.

Maybe they think she’s a sex worker? Sugar baby? She tries to say that’s not it, then they think she must be something more special. They could probably get a ransom.

Chop chop Buggy comes in to save the day. Or CB throws a knife, trapping them. CB walks her back home, tries to make it seem light hearted, doesn’t want MC to be too afraid.

MC is a bit unphased since pirates are always visiting.

MC kisses CB goodbye on the cheek. “Could you try that again?” “Better?” “Yeah…”

Chapter 9

All is Lost - Break up because CB is afraid MC will become a target. CB breaks up with YN, afraid of putting her in danger.

Even though CB dealt with those other pirates, that doesn’t mean there won’t be others 

He doesn’t want to put her in danger any longer. Besides, the guys she was avoiding seem to have moved on.

MC asks if he found someone else, something more fun, feels cruel because they don't really think that's what's happening.

I guess my expectations were too high.

Dark of the Night - MC storms back and hands off the map. "A deal’s a deal and I don’t want to be in debt to a pirate."

Wrapped around the map is her bracelet.

Chapter 10

Dark of the Night - Why does CB change his mind? - He reads a letter on the back of the map and realizes he should give it back to MC.

Break into Three - CB's waiting for her at the party. A deal’s a deal. He also gives back the map and leaves.

MC probably talking with the art shop owner:"He likes you, I can tell by how he looks at you." "How does he look at me?"

"You think he's really waiting for me?"

Finale - MC reads the note on the map and runs to the dock for CB. 

Note, from dad: “My dearest seashell, I thought being a pirate was how I could see the world, but then you came along and I saw the world through your eyes. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift anyone could ask for. I hope that one day, you find your key to the world.”

CBs not there? He’s by the wading pools, looking at the moon and drinking alone.

CB moping

How long do you think it’ll take for this to become a memory? Do you think you’ll forget about me?

They wanted to be touched, to be missed, to be loved. Was that too much to ask for?

He’s wearing both bracelets.

"Why did you come back?" "Because that belongs to you, it has your name on it."

"Bullshit, Buggy. You’re a pirate. A treasure hunter. Why did you really come back?"

"Why do you think?"

"You actually wanted to go to the festival?"

"That’s not what I want."

Anguished declaration of love - confessing love during a moment of angst

"I don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to leave. I want to draw the world you see."

MC is steadfast and waits for Buggy to respond. “I want that too.”

Big romantic kiss

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Do you want to?"

"Yes, you have no idea how much I've thought about this."

[krsnaradhika]

The Two Prime Consorts ❤︎

Rukmini and Satyabhama spare some time with each other in Dvaraka, post a work day.

When Suryanarayana's chariot rode below the horizon in the city of gates, the shades of saffron and dark mingling in one against the canvas of the welkin glimmered against the fair visage of the Narayani, the chief among the Ashtapatni of Keshava, who blessed the sun lord once before the lunar god arrived for his shift.

Rukmini's smile exuded the semblance of a fully bloomed water lily, bright pink and one dripping honey, much like her lotus eyes that crinkled in merry. Rolling back the dried scrolls, she interlocked her slender fingers against each other and gave a stretch, yawning with tears clinging to the corner of her eyes and a half-fatigued look eclipsing her usual Chanchala-ness.

Something swished against the shadows of Dvaravati castle's cloisters forged with finesse, quick to gain her attention. It played around on the whims of Vayu before a hand smothered it, deliberately camouflaging in the silence and semi-murk of the eventide. Krishnatmika frowned momentarily, eyebrows puckering before they rose again in glee. Grinning from ear to ear, she languidly shifted again in her seat, craning her neck to get a better look at whatever shenanigans Bhulakshmi was now upto.

"Ayi, I am not Bhanu to accompany his father in their monkey business. I am his mother, Rukku Jiji!" The unladly-like squeak that then addressed her, had Vaidarbhi doubling over as a pouting Satyabhama stepped out of the shadows; her hands on her hips with a look of betrayal and disbelief on her countenance.

"Very well, it's you after Kanha I see." She snorted, adding fuel to the mirth of her elder co-wife whose shoulders trembled by the laughter she tried subduing but to no avail.

"Aww, darling little Bhame, please have a seat. How may I assist you, my queen?" Rukmini pursed her lips, pushing back her amusement as Satyabhama rolled her eyes once more, shaking her head fondly; headstrong on maintaining the pseudo act of being offended but failed eventually. The latter moved around in unrushed steps, stationing more oil lamps in the corners of the council hall that contained no one but them for then, murmuring a hymn to the goddess of time.

"Samba was asking for his Jyeshtha Maa. Jamba Jiji told him she's got a more darling child," Satyabhama giggled while spinning on her heels, as a horrified Rukmini felt bad for snickering again. "He's been ceaselessly wailing like a typical child since, and needless to say, Yamuna's enjoying it. She even teased him for his other favourite Maa's too busy with Satyaa's little one." She mimicked the lisp of the Krishnaputra in the end, an exasperating amusement in her demeanour as Rukmini for the perhaps the first time in her life, was at a loss of words.

"Leave you, it's Kalindi who has unofficially vowed to not let me live in peace for once."

"No no, that designation is mine. I'll fight Yama to have his twin in place you see."

A short snug silence filled their space, an ecstasy in their hearts as was their nature. Satyabhama returned to Rukmini with a dramatic look of conflict in her eyes and a bowl of heated oil in her hand.

Bhudevi seated herself on a couch placed at a corner, before enthroning Rukmini's head on her lap, letting the latter's tresses loose to sprawl around like tendrils of forest vegetation, jasmine flowers caged in them at irregular intervals. The vermillion smeared forehead of the princess of Shrikshetra gave the image of the sun itself, eyes like stars curtained with a thin stretch of coral tinctured flesh. She was as precious to Madhava as the moon was to the poets, her bracing aura eternally enrapturing the patron of sustenance.

Prathama Dvarakeshvari studied the half-glare thrown her way before blinking, hauling her soul sister from the reverie of admiration she retained for her, "What are you looking at, Bhame?"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do I love you for not pulling your ears for being late, big sister?" Varahi shook her head from side to side, experiencing irk and affection at once.

Krishnatmika flushed sheepishly before cheekily smiling as a pair of fingers slid in her scalp, the empyrean aroma of camphor infused almond oil wafting in the air around and having her almost melt like butter, "10 on 10, Vasundhare. You'll punish me, your beloved Shri? Will you not think of my darling ears?"

Satyabhama continued with her work, her doting eyes softening further as she felt Rukmini gradually flop, exhaling a sigh of relief and burying her face in the former's lap, "I shall have you locked away from the council for a week, do not forget that Mata Kokila's ferral cat is here to endorse and assist my shenanigans too."

'This scion of the flames is beholden to your majesty for thy exquisite choice of words recounting my magnificence, Shri Shri Dvaraka Maharani. It's a shame I am not as competent as you in terms of analogies and vocabulary. Grant this servant with leniency, good lady.’ A mordant smile flashed from the other end of the mind bond as Satyabhama bowed in her sitting position, putting a hand on her chest in comic gratitude.

'You're welcome and pardoned, peasant.'

Rukmini smiled again, thoroughly relishing the repartee as the other Bharyas too joined in from different parts of the castle itself, each with more audacious, either too advanced or lame humoured responses to the other's teasing.

What would she do without these brats?

[waywardsou2]

REALLY QUICK. I TAKE REQUESTS FOR MOOD BOARDS

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New master post because the old one is broken

About me!

Welcome to my blog! My name is Wayward (not irl obviously. Though I wish) Just some basic information *ahem* I'm transmasc, androgenous (masc leaning), omniflux (but mostly mlm). Kinda complicated, yeah, but aren't we all. My pronouns are He/Him (main) Xe/Xir (trialing neos) They/Them (for my more 'who cares about gender' mood). I haven an extensive list here 👉: Pronoun card.

Other random info about me :) I'm an aspiring author (my ao3 here 👈) and self-taught artist.

I have an TMNT AU I'm currently writing/designing. Find that here 👈

I'm also a Punk (in clothing and in ideologies and less so in music. yk just deal with it, it's the spirit that counts)

I'm also a monster fucker -I mean what? Who said that?

My beliefs are centered in Nordic Witchcraft, so no hate or I will bring down the might of Thor on your head. You've been warned. But if you are gonna play nice you can find me here 👈.

I'm quite odd so if that bothers you then don't stick around. I'm never in the mood to fight so don't even try it. Oh also, I'm an undiagnosed neurodivergent (probably autistic) and diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Although I'm pretty good now-a-days.

This blog is mainly for my shit posting, doom scrolling, fandom shenanigans, hyper fixations and it's my main. Everything else I do branches off into its own blog. Kinda like blog children. Bloglins you could even call them. (I'm coining that term. Mine now) My current hyper fixations are TMNT and HTTYD.

I LOVE GETTING ASKS. I have a few ask games I'm happy to do so I'll link them 👈. I usually answer within a day or two so please send them in. They are so much fun and I love interacting with communites . My DM's are also open if you just wanna chat in general or have any questions you want to ask not publically (for reasons).

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If you are an alter/non human follow me here

As I'm sure most of you can relate to this I really dont see why I need to say it but it's the internet so you can never be too careful. But I'm really attached to a lot of fictional characters from many franchises and if I ever post about them please be nice. Even if you dont like them or the potential discourse around them. Just be decent ok? They can be found here 👈

Now that I've told you about me there are some ground rules to go over for my corner of the internet.

No harassment, bullying, discourse or anything of that nature belongs here. This is a Peaceful blog alright? I dont want none of that shit 🫵

No terfs, no homophobes, no transphobes, no zoophiles, no pedofiles (you are not MAPS ok, fuck off), no incest shippers, no anti-lgbt of any kind, no bigots, no conservative Christians, no religion haters (there is a balance), or anti-alter humanity of any kind. I think you get the idea but if I get even a hint that any of you people are lurking you will get tossed out like the trash you are. IMMIDEITLEY 🖕

No dark jokes or snides at mental health, it's tough shit and people dont need any more negativity to deal with. I will fucking report you if you ever do anything of the sort on my blog.

And finally no drama or discourse. seriously no one has the time or energy for that esspecially me. Just dont ok? 👎

I have a few personal tags and may add more when need arises but if your looking for something in particular you may find them with these tags

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#wayward asks

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# helpful reblogs

# waywards wallflower AU

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I have another Master Post type post so anything that isn't here will be there. It's kinda like a less detailed pt 2 to this post. You can find that here 👈. And if for some reason you want to see the old Master Post, I am gonna keep it up so you can find that here 👈

That's all for now folks hope you have fun whilst visiting my blog.

[catsketgames]

I'm going to gush about each of your characters the more I learn about them and so I will start with Erebus cause I genuinely just *sobs* theyre so comforting

Erebus really sounds like someone I'd wanna hang out with! Not because they're high energy (cause obviously he's not) and not because theyre funny (cause... he's not LOL) but because he's so calming.

I like to imagine my MC going to Erebus and gently asking if they can sit with in the room with him, maybe read a book of his but if not then they just sketch in the corner, just enjoying Erebus's silent presence! Like they go to get a snack and they bring back enough for both themselves and Eri, offers it to them. Or they show off their work to Eri, just softly going "Hey, look, I finished another little piece". Or maybe, if Eri allows them, they read a stage play or novel of his and goes "I'll read it blind the first time, but is it okay if I come to you with questions when I read it again?"

And they know that touch isn't really accepted happily, I feel the same way a lot of the time, so little peace offerings of things that makes them think of Eri is just as good! Or sitting in the room with Eri and enjoying shared silence while they both do their own thing.

I just find a lot of comfort in Erebus and how they're written and portrayed. I wanna hold their hand and be their best friend! I love them, but like in the platonic, soulmate type of way. Romance is great, and I would kiss him in an alternate universe that'd let me, but I cherish him as he is and he's perfect the way he is right now and I wouldnt want him any other way. He's just so relatable and endearing, and while he's really really weird, so is everyone else in this world. Eri just makes it a little better, cause he's in it <3

i'm glad you like him a lot! i project some of my deeper insecurities on him to create a character in the space that's just kind of...mean sometimes, awkward in others, but in his loneliness he pushes to be alone himself.

since he's vietnamese (and i have the pleasure of being able to go to multiple people for writing and character advice for him), i really like how you used the idea of peace offerings, so he, like many others, would likely leave out a little bowl of fruit even if he's not there, as a quiet sign to show he loves and cares for you. the platonic bond is something he really would cherish. he doesn't necessarily need romantic love. he just needs a friend.

this may be one of the most thoughtful, fantastic, and dedicated anons i've ever read. it's so...i'm just really glad that you can connect to a character of mine so deeply.

because this was so fantastic, i'll give you guys a sketch for his mad scientist route.

[absensia-archived]

STILL WATERS can be unnerving to those who have seen below the lake surface before, who have had a taste of what lies beneath the cool, dark glass. amy and charlotte have been here before, left damp and drenched on the dirt and mud, drawing breath after breath while the luxury lasted. only this time, the fair - haired one sat CALMER than the other. FRENZIED AIR PARTICLES ASIDE, charlotte breathed easily until her ears popped with amy's sudden approach. amy brought with her, as she sometimes does, a sharp shift in atmosphere change: the storm within a storm.

@amygone / IF YOU DON'T DO YOUR PART, I CAN'T DO MINE.

the timeline had been moved up. charlotte was aware of this and she had done what she could to get amy the leverage she needed to bring to her negotiation. yet with one look in the mirror, she could see what amy likely saw too. A CHAOS AGENT STRETCHED OUT ON A CHAISE AS IF SHE WERE AT A BEACHSIDE RESORT. ( as if you'd ever catch ol' charlie in a place like that! ) staring at herself in the dirt - speckled mirror, charlotte could appreciate, she supposed, why the storm - worn bird would think she was doing fuck all. FAIR ENOUGH.

still, charlotte did not move from her position. out of an idle sense of respect, the kind one needed to have for an opponent if only so the game can function, she lifted her gaze from the pages of a worn albeit recent copy of the farmer's almanac. out of habit, charlotte's mouth quirked into a smirk, her tongue poised for a coy response, and a part of her wondered if this was one of those times. that is, one of those times where ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH and it was better to save a good thing for another time lest it lose its value through repetition. then she saw the clock behind amy's head and figured a little fun wouldn't hurt. by now, she should expect nothing less from her, anyways.

" Is that right? Maybe I'll wait a little longer, then. See how close I can really cut it. Impatience looks good you, Amy. It's got you looking alive, " she told her with a playful arch of her brows. a clean fingertip teased a page of her book away from the rest and slipped behind, the surprisingly sharp corner of it threatening to draw blood from beneath the fingernail. " When is the meeting with Petrosyan, anyways? It's not coming up fast, is it? " charlotte made a show of turning the page slowly, her eyes glued to amy, watching for whatever minute shift in expression she could find.

THE LATTER TWO QUESTIONS HAD BEEN A PEACE OFFERING. a clear indication that charlotte was playing the dumb blonde for a moment of fun. charlotte wasn't an idiot and amy was certainly the furthest thing from an idiot. the agent let her expression soften as she returned to her book. " Relax. I got to the hospital last night and found our guy. His wife really is in bad shape. Kind of like, I mean, have you seen when, [ a quiet chuckle. ] never mind. Anyways, told him to get what we needed, gave him the burner, and said to call me when... and would you look at that. " charlotte dropped her book onto her lap and reached for the flip - phone buzzing so violently it nearly buzzed over the edge of the glass coffee - table. she held it up like a prize on a game show and flourished her hand about it, a grin on her face. " Right on time. Gotta love that military precision. Hello? "

[urspiritualnurse]

Parvati, the universal mother,

One day finds her spirit withering slowly from exhaustion.

Being a devotee of her now beloved husband, and after receiving a union, witnessing her sage self become a wife of his.

A maternal fire she always had within, regardless of her womb's deliverance of a child.

For she had a nurturing rhythm that paced her wide and open heart.

But somehow, she felt a wave of exhaustion cornering her divine essence.

For she now, was so preoccupied by the duties of a wife, a mother, the universal governess.

She felt herself lose touch with the raw force of creativity that one has within, when one creates for their own sake.

Brushing of her tasks for a day, she decides to make time for her own.

With no child, or a husband to care after.

Just her own self, alone and wonderfully present.

She takes a look at her husband's state, one last time before she turns around to the quest of her own.

He, just like always, appears to be in a meditative state, engulfed by his own cosmic quest.

She then takes a look at her son, kartika, who appears to be emersed in his play with his beloved and near, peacock gifted by the divines on his merry day of birth.

With relief coursing through her once guilty heart, she finds encouragement on their lost attention towards something of their own, a push to move towards her own personal time.

She leaves towards the heart of the mountains, where the miraculous goddess of hot spring lay bared for all tired and worn, to bathe and soak their vessel in.

As she lets down her ebony hair,and lets go of her polished garments, immersing herself in the spring's puddle.

She closes her eyes in peace and serenity, where the air amidst swirled around scent of none but her own.

She found her long asleep identity emerge out herself,

"That is right.....I am gauri.....I am my beloved gauri."

Long before all that has happened that turned her into someone else, a transcendent being, divine and immortal, mother and a wife, governess and the ruler.

She lovingly embraced the translucent self of hers, that had none of what she had acquired along her journey, just plain old self of hers, that was called gauri.

Within those moments of self intimacy, she finds herself invigorated and inspired more than ever to create something...........anything......for her sake alone.

As the hot spring coddled her pale skin, the residue of her day starts forming a lump around it, she slowly starts caressing each of her flesh and from it fell, remnants of dirt filled clay.

With the potent shedding, wasting none of what is hers,

She swiftly begins molding it into a shape that her hearts desires.

Her hands moving and tracing the mold, with utter love and compassion, the softness in her eyes carving out from it, the shape of a child.

After the sculpture comes to complete, she finds herself endeared with pride.

With her divine palms, blessing her creation, she brings alive the mold that she just carved.

From there, awakens a little boy, with eyes round and open like that of a youthful deer, with cheeks puffed and red like that of a brilliant rose.

She names him with affection in each letters, ganesh.

Her son that she created out of her own self, through noones convincing, or any sense of duty.

Ganesh, he was her most intimate and endearing creation that reflected who she was within, beyond what others made or asked of her.

Her heart filled with joy, she speaks to her new awakened son,

"My dear ganesh, I'm your mother, and you may from this day forth, do as you please, live as you want, for I have faith in your heart and mind, and I truly trust that your freedom will cost no one's life and wellbeing."

Hearing his mother's benevolent generosity, he beams with joy and reciprocates his mother's faith back to her,

"I'll do as my mother says, and asks of me, for our hearts and minds are not separate from one another, my happiness is yours and yours will be mine. "

With her heart, feeling the immense depth of affection waving across her usual composure, she finds herself utterly charmed by her adorable little young boy.

She then states,

"Very well then, if you must obey with ease and acceptance on your part, will you do me the honor of shielding the spring waters from any potential intruders? I wish to remain hidden and undiscovered by all, for this is my moment and time, and I wish to soak in it all on my own. Do not let anyone enter and pass through. Nomatter who they say they are. Understand my dear child?"

With eager motivation, ganesh accepts.

"I will, mother.

Rest in ease, bathe in your sense of self, I will let no one pass through.

Until I'm alive and breathing, no one shall enter your solitude."

With that, he leaves his mother to herself.

Relishing his newfound life and his kind mother's gaze.

He finds himself motivated with his task, as he with immense concentration stands in the middle, like a dam pushing back the fierce sea, like a wall holding back rebellious spirits that aims to be free.

And somewhere in the frozen mountains of kailash, lord Shiva finds himself opening his eyes from his deep slumbering meditation, the silence that he cherished now feeling suffocating for he could not hear the heartbeat of his beloved wife anywhere near him.

He stands up from his entrancing seat, and roams his gaze around in every direction, inquiring every servants of his, "where is my parvati? Have you seen her?"

All nodding away in declination.

His heart begins to grow agitated, for never had he ever not had found parvati around when he opened his eyes.

So he trails the traces her footsteps that she left behind on the fair snow.

As it takes him towards the spring.

There he finds a little boy, guarding the heart of it.

With patience and virtue in each of his words, lord Shiva asks the boy, "Child, move away, for I have to pass through."

But the boy devoted to his mother's plead and wishes.

Does not budge from his place.

Lord Shiva, taken aback, once again with a hint of hurry and agitation swirling in his tone, asks the child again.

"Boy, do not stand in my way, for my fury knows no virtue, knows no patience.

I will in anger, forget your age and innocence. "

The boy doesn't budge, he proudly proclaims, "I can withstand all, for my mother."

Lord Shiva puzzled, asks curiously, "mother? Who are you speaking about?"

And the child with pure joy seeping in his voice says aloud, "My dear mother parvati.

She wishes to bathe with her self alone, she wishes no one's company except her own. And I will obey her command until my breath runs out."

Lord Shiva chuckles with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, "Child, she is my wife.

She is my parvati, and she need not solitude when I'm here.

Her wish to be alone applies to only others, not me.

She is mine. And I'm hers. There is no yours and mines, within our bond.

We transcended long ago such estrangement.

We are one.

So be wise, and let me through."

But the boy, moves not an inch.

He stays in his place, eyes filled with determination and respect for his mother, honoring each of his mother's wishes regardless of who stood infront of him.

"No." He says curtly.

Lord Shiva now fuming with rage, finds his blue ashy skin burn bright red,

"How dare a puny child, keep me away from my wife!

You shall regret the day you were born."

And thus, lord Shiva with his trisul, severes the boy's head away from his body.

Just then, Parvati appears with her eyes shocked with despair, at the sight of her beloved child's spilling blood, the forsaken head that had abandoned his neck......she froze in devastation, as her eyes slowly traces the cause, she finds her husband's bloodied weapon and his heaving breath that signified his rage's relief.

Enraged with despair and maddening resentment, she goes for shiva's head.

"How dare you! You arrogant man.

You dare not be away, and let me breath in my air, you had to show the child your authority over him and his devotion to his mother, you had to show him that I belonged to you and I had no self of my own apart from you??!

How dare you! You insolent wretched man!!!

I will destroy all that you preserve, if you dare not bring my child back to life!

I will kill all kind that prays and praises you.

You have tested a mother's patience and a woman's sense of self.

You dare cross my boundary! I will wreck all that you build!

Bring my child back to life, this instant!"

She roared in fierce blood thirsty rage.

Terrified and regretful, Shiva backs away with timid, solemn steps.

"I am deeply ashamed my dear, I cannot undo what I have done but I will make things stand correct again. I will do everything in my power to grant you what you wish.

I am terribly ashamed dear. Forgive me."

He bows.

And then scurries away with his servants in search of a solution, all the gods reaches out to Shiva, fearing parvati's rage, they advise Shiva for all kinds of ways.

And within all those overflowing methods, Shiva finds himself drawn to one solution.

As he follows the guidance of it, he searches in the forest a freshly deceased animal, and asks his servant to bring its head to him.

And with long search, his servant brings forth, a severed elephants head.

With divine powers, and esoteric chants, Shiva combines the head with the severed body of ganesh.

As white lights envelopes ganesh, its release brings forth a new build child, with the body of a man and head of an elephant.

Truly regretful of his deed, Shiva bows to his son and wife.

Asking for forgiveness.

As he learns, from that day forth, how entitled he had been over his wife and all the dominion he ruled over.

Charitable parvati, without even a disturbed expression, embraces ganesh, "nomatter how you appear, your essence is indistinguishable, I can recognize it nomatter what you become my dear ganesh."

The gods touched by ganesh's devotion to his mother, grants him boons and blessings.

So does his father, Shiva.

Witnessing the effort of her husband to correct his doing, she embraces him with forgiveness and a new found identity of hers.

For she realizes, she will allow none, to ever claim her and her solitude.

And such convictions of hers, gets her husband to give in and let go.

For he learns, the arrogance one holds over the other individual, leads to entitlement that inevitably suffocates another's free will.

And the rage of a caged bird, exceeds that of his own.

Fearful he becomes, honoring he becomes.

Fierce she becomes, commanding she becomes.

As both counterparts begin in harmony, exploring the term, "No."

For parvati learns to wield it.

And Shiva learns to kneel before it.

(This vedic history, whether myth or fiction, shows distortion that happens not just to mankind but also to the revered gods.)

- Gods and their trails.

[buckleyx]

I NEED some Eddie Diaz x gn! Reader fluff

HANDMADE WITH LOVE E.D

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: theres nothing i love more then seeing eddie diaz love !! its free therapy for me at this point

Summary: You're very tired but still have to manage until the end of your shift, luckily a handsome Diaz is here to help.

Eddie Diaz x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: FLOOFFFF

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"Someone is looking happy." You teased, sitting down next to your boyfriend. An amused smile played on his lips as he leaned back further into the couch. He looked so comfy, the black LAFD shirt hugging his chest perfectly. His brown hair fell messy on his head and you had to physically stop yourself from not running your fingers through it and curling up next to him. Eddie smugly raised his brow as if he could read what you were thinking. "I'm just happy you're here."

You were the only two left in the firehouse as the other ones were out on call. It's protocol for someone to stay behind and watch the station, normally you hated it when it was you but today you praised yourself luckily. Your 24hour shift was almost coming to an end and you were exhausted. You muffled away a quiet yawn which didn't go unotticed by the the Diaz. "Come here." He offered softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. You were too tired to protest or care if someone would walk in. All you could think about was Eddie and your desire to go home and sleep.

You leaned against his chest, his fingers caressed your cheeck as he pressed a soft kiss against your temple. You hummed in content, playing with the hem of his shirt. "When we get home," he started. "I'll make you a nice warm meal and then I'm forcing you to go sleep. No excuse."

"That sounds amazing but first I promised to help Christopher with his sience project." You sighed, nuzzling your face in his neck.

"No excuses." He repeated. "I can help Christopher."

"You?" You teased, kissing his cheeck.

"Yes me." He smiled.

"Remember when you helped him with his math homework?" You giggled, the memory making you both laugh.

"Okay fair point." His hand rubbed small circles on your back. "Will figure it out, he's a smart kid. He got that from his father" Eddie joked. "Oh also, before I forget." His hand searched for something in his pocket and after a few seconds he pulled out a beautiful braided bracelet. The bracelet was handmade with red and green wool.

"I made it myself." He smiled proudly. "Well maybe Christopher helped a little bit."

Your eyes lid up, the corners of your mouth curling up in a big smile. "It's beautiful." Eddie's face flushed, a slight pink covering his cheecks as he carefully knotted the bracelet around your wrist. "Im glad you like it."

You gave him a loving kiss before curling back into his side. "Thank you." You whispered, both enjoying the peaceful moment you were in.

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[mysterynb]

Hi there. I'm 20 and female, and I'm looking for roleplay partners after Zervo was shut down. I'll try to keep this short. I only rp with OCs and I like to keep my roleplays on discord now. I only want to roleplay with persons over 18 because my roleplays may lead to NSFW, but that will not be the focus. I don't do one liners, at least five lines per response please. I do gxg, gxb, bxg and bxb, although I don't prefer to be the b in gxb and bxg. I'm a switch so I usually prefer switches, but I typically lean to being dom. My OC can be a sub for the right person. Now I'll present a plot I came up with. Excuse my 3am musings, also, pictures aren't mine.

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Demons and humans could never coexist. Humans would forever be the prey, and demons would be the predators..... right? Well, when both fell prey to something as powerful and foolish as love.... things were quite different. You and Sabine were proof of this. You went against stereotypical roles. Sabine was a demon, but more of a peaceful, happy-go-lucky sweetheart. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. You played at being her innocent, kind hearted boyfriend when you were really a devil on the inside. Your roles were switched and Sabine was clueless..... but was she truly as clueless and innocent as she appeared to be? You started to doubt it after accidentally seeing her corner a familiar looking person on campus grounds, her golden eyes glowing eerily. Her eyes were wide and her features were calm, but threatening. You remembered the petite person she had cornered, because they had confessed to you yesterday, privately in an empty lecture room after a few days of ...aggressive flirting.... So there you stood, staring at the scene where your girlfriend looked ready to rip the throat out of the person she was calmly interrogating.

Intended bxg(Sabine)

Art is not mine!!! The artist's watermark is in the picture.

Please DM me if you're interested.