#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.

[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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[nescaveckwriter]

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.

@jackles010378 @winchesterwild78 @angelbabyyy99 @cevansbaby-dove @bookishtheaterlover7 @cutedisneygrl

[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."

[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."

[aliypop]

How's the World Treating You

Word Count: 1,670

Writers Note: Inspired by @sissylittlefeather Baby Let's Play House, I don't usually write angst but this is what I came up with...

Warning: Mentions of Domestic Abuse / Smut/ Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: When Elvis and Cecelia figure it time to take a break from each other, Cecelia finds that her comfort is Elvis.

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Memphis, Tennessee, January 1957

"You ungrateful whore I made you!" Anthony shouted. He had Cecelia cornered against his wall. Trembling, Cecelia wondered how she was back to her ex-boyfriend, Anthony Rodgers. "I don't know what you mean..." Cecelia looked up into his brown eyes, "I made you, and I will break you." He whispered as she closed her eyes and cried. She knew things were rocky with her and Elvis when the scandal got out that he was caught kissing some girl, but she knew he'd never treat her like his, "Anthony, please."

"You refused to even thank me. If it wasn't for me, your film career would be nothing... Nothing!" He shouted again, making her feel small.

"Elvis... he..."

"He abandoned you, made you crawl back to me. That hillbilly couldn't treat you like me." he whispered in her ear, "He doesn't love you like me. He doesn't fuc-" He felt something wet on his face as he wiped his face. "Did you just fucking spit on me, you fucking bitch!" Anthony shouted as he smacked her body and fell to the hardwood floor, "I did..." She slowly got back up, laughed, and did it again, "You will never amount to Elvis." She felt the air in her lungs seize for a moment as he threw her against the wall. His fist drew back as she reached for a weapon. There was a silver candle stick that her brain could still register to her fingers to hold, 

"You're mine, you hear that, mine to use as I-"

BAM!

Cecelia trembled at what she had done. She checked to see if he was breathing, which he was, but she had never done anything like that. Cecelia was scared. But she was free, though she couldn't go home to her mother like this, with tattered clothes and bruises forming on her face and neck. She wanted to go. No need to go to Graceland.

Elvis was sitting at the table looking over the Newspaper. Cecelia and that jerk of a boyfriend of hers was the front news. Oh, how he missed her sweet voice in the morning, every day he wished. He'd make it right, but he couldn't get through or near her, "You know, I think he's abusin her."Gladys said as Elvis looked at his mother, 

"I mean, he's possessive over her."

"He should be." Elvis sighed,

"She's not herself. I saw her tonight and was practically squeezin her arm." Elvis looked at his mother. He didn't want to think that something bad was happening to her, but he also hoped they'd break up. He couldn't take this break any longer,

 "Fine, you want me to call 'er!"

"Please.." Elvis groaned as he called her mother's house. The line hung up, and he was giving up slowly, losing hope his angel would return until he heard something at the front door. Looking out the window, Elvis saw that familiar pink Ford. Opening the door, he ran to Cecelia as she ran toward him, limping, "CECE!" he shouted as she stopped and froze. Elvis noticed as he took in every detail. Cecelia tried to walk to him as the rush of adrenaline wore off, and she was now over. Her body lay there on the ground as Elvis picked her up and carried her to the couch.

 "Mama, she's hurt real bad!" Gladys ran in. There were bruises on her cheek and neck and some older ones on her thighs, 

"My lord... I'll call a doctor. You get your bedroom ready."

"My..."

"Go!"

Elvis's blood was boiling. How dare that bastard touch her that way. She deserved love and care and peace, things he knew he could give her, 

"And one more thing..."

"Yes..."

"Fix it..." 

Cecelia was now in bed, wearing a nightgown. She'd been patched up and resting except for the occasional twisting and turning.

 "No...no stop it... no... let me go. STOP IT!" She screamed, jolting up in his bed in a cold sweat, tears down her cheek. She was disoriented for a bit until she looked around, 

"Elvis, stay back!"

"I won't hurt you, honey..." He said, getting closer to

"But I might..." she turned away from him, 

"What do you mean?" He asked,

"I-I hit him with a candle stick..." She mumbled as Elvis was shocked, 

"Is he alive..." 

"Yes..." Her hands were shaking. She was truly scared at what had happened, "May I..." he asked as she nodded, Elvis held her hands as he got closer, watching her flinch again as he kissed her palms. 

"Cece..."

"I'm unloveable, aren't I..."

"What?" 

"I'm broken goods..." she began to cry, "You don't want me!"

"Cecelia, that ain't true! I don't know what he did your head in with, but I love you. This break thang is killin me!" He admitted, 

"You still love me..." avoiding eye contact,

"With my soul." He pulled her close to him as he kissed her tear-stained cheeks, 

"Then Elvis..."

"Yeah, Honey..."

"Can you promise to make love to me until I'm me again..." she asked as Elvis kissed her. His lips felt like the way summer rain felt on one's skin, like a winter sunset, 

"I promise to love you at your worst and your best," He held her close,

"Promise.."

"Cross my heart and pray I die." He smiled, kissing down her neck. He wanted to kiss every part of her. What was told to her wasn't pretty, 

"Don't kiss me there..."

"And Why not..."

"He said my nose wasn't flattering..." Elvis peppered her face with kisses as she began to giggle, "Your nose is perfect, an your eyes and that little mole on your cheek an... your lips an dimples." He then moved back to her collarbone as she took in a deep breath, Elvis removed the straps off her shoulder as the dress came down towards her breast,

"Don't tell me, he hated these too..."

"Well... they could've been bigger." Elvis rolled his eyes as he kissed down her breast, trading between her nipples, his teeth pulling gently at the sensitive buds. Her eyes closed as her body arched from the sensation, "El~" She moaned. As his blue eyes looked up at her,

"Hmm..." He hummed, hearing her gasp,

"I missed!" She felt him kiss down her stomach, then lower to her thighs and suddenly her clit, his plump, plush lips wrapped around the bud of nerves, gently nibbling at it as her breath turned into needy mewls, "Eh Hel VIS!" her body shuttered as she pulled at his hair gently when he was finished getting her worked up he moved down to her wet folds taking her slick on his fingers and licking it, 

"You don't have to..."

"Don't tell me he didn't even..."

"Not once..." Cecelia said, embarrassed as Elvis's tongue lapped at the waterfall of juices emerging from the cavern that he missed. Oh, so much. He devoured her and took in her sweet nectar as Elvis heard her moan, adding a few fingers to make her crazy. She had definitely been neglected by that other guy. And he wanted to make her remember what love truly felt like.

"ELVIS~ ELVIS~ AH AH AH!"

"Want me to continue?" He asked her as she got shy on him, "We can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable." 

"What about you..." Cecelia asked,

"What about me?" He laughed, "Tonight is all about you,"

"But..."

"I get my pleasure from seein you happy darlin." He kissed up her thigh as her breathing was shallow,

"I'd like more, please..." She asked as he slid out of his Pajama pants, pumping himself a bit to get himself nice, and ready for her,

 "Baby, if-"

"Please..." She kissed him, and Elvis inserted his cock inside her. She was holding his hand, readjusting to his size. When Cecelia looked up at him, she couldn't help but laugh at the face he was making, "Elvis!" she chuckled as he looked at her, that laughter, that sweet sound he wanted to her, 

"Hmm, what's funny."

"Your face."

"What face?" He did it again as she laughed harder, 

"You tease." She said as he moved a little, a soft moan leaving her lips, 

"C-Can we go slow... Tonight."

"I'm not in no rush, doll." He kissed her face again, his hips thrusting into her powerfully but slowly. Her eyes were locked on his as he cradled her face. She felt like a virgin again.

 "That feels good, sugar?"

"Mhmm," She moaned as he was brushed up against her spot, he couldn't help but pick up his pace the closer that he was getting, 

"Shit... You feel so good..." He groaned. Cecelia began to moan louder. Her legs were shaking, and her orgasm was washing over her. Elvis could feel that coil in his stomach snap as he kept thrusting. He nearly stopped himself halfway as he looked at Cecelia, 

"Mark me as yours..."

"Cece, you sure.."

"I want you to finish inside me..." Once she said those words, she felt his warm seed release inside her. Sweat covered their body as they lay there in each other's arms, 

"I'll clean you off."

"Stay..." she said, Elvis didn't move as he held her close to him.

"Can I ask you something?" Elvis asked, pulling out of her as she turned to face him, 

"Hmm, of course..."

"Did you love him?"

"No... I was so heartbroken with us being split up...I" she cried into his chest, "Shush shush it's ok, we're together you're safe, he can't hurt you no more." Elvis kissed her forehead, Cecelia snuggled up to him,

 "Can I ask you a question..." Cecelia asked,

"Of course..."

"What are we?"

"Together again." He tickled her as she laughed, the two under the covers having a tickle fight that turned into a pillow fight,

"If you two are done makin me some grandbabies, then I suggest you two quiet down so I can sleep!"Gladys shouted from behind the door. Elvis and Cecelia were flustered as they laughed harder, 

[pretty-prince-lulu]

I I mister beaned it pretty hard tonight, internet and I feel the need to inflict the experience upon the world at large

be me (honestly I could fucken end it here) walking down the hallway toward the domain of the porcelain throne when out of the corner of my eye I see it

it has been years, actual years now, since I have done true battle yet my nemesis stands before me- rather, scuttles above me, on the ceiling, taunting me with his plumpness a cockroach. my first true enemy in life, really this being the first house I have ever lived in without nests in the foundations or a frame consisting 80% of wood rot meant that I had sadly grown fat on my own complacency and taking peace for granted but I am Ready. I can face this foe

old reliable is at the ready. a 15 year old can of pea-beu! it's an Australian brand of bug spray. 'Hit 'em with the ol' Pea-Beu!' croons the ad! it's pronounced 'pee bow', which is still hilarious to me I psshk him with great noble bearing by which I mean 'from around a corner and at as great a distance as I could physically achieve' and wait for him to drop I wait I wait did I actually get him or I must have? that or he's just ambling down of his own volition either way

KATCHONK the can is placed atop him! he is CONTAINED! now all I must do is wait! so I wait and I wait surely he'sNOPE JESUS MARY MOTHER OF SHIT antennae and legs swing at me from under the can with incredible malice and singular will the can goes back down. and I wait

and at this point I remember! there is one thing that I have never seen pea-beu do that is- fuck, what's the word I'll have it around here somewhere oh yes WORK legs still scrabble in effort to escape I am less and less convinced that he has peed his last bow and more convinced that the next bow to be peed shall be mine

fuck FUCK okay well raising the can is out of the fucking question he's seen me now, he knows my scent and is very clearly out for revenge (probably in the form of running up my leg until I pee my bow) there's a technique I use all the time to rescue crickets from the bathroom though! and this is more of a Special Military Operation (tm) than a rescue but desperate times call for desperate measures and lateral moves so I do it I grab the nearest piece of paper and sliiiide it under the can if I can contain the creature I can have it airlifted to a location that is not my hallway

but I've just made a critical error its on paper now and paper, when confronted with 6 legs of undeniable fury, makes a sound and that sound does something magical that magical thing being compelling our hapless protagonist 30 years backward in time

she's addicted to reading! that's what her parents tell her teachers! we just can't get her to put the books down at night and sleep! ha ha ha! and she does love her books, that little girl but something more sinister is at play when the lights go out is when they awaken by the tens and by the hundreds skinny little barbed legs and long hairlike antennae but they can tell when you're still awake, you know that's when they run around in circles beneath the wallpaper and under the posters that's when they climb over the bedhead and wait sitting in the palm of your hand until you realise that's when you think the breeze is shifting the hair at your temple but the wind is prickly this evening and your eyelashes are only beyond their reach if little blue eyes stay open until dawn but no depth of story can drown out the sound of legs and wings caressing paper

SNAP BACK TO REALITY whoops there goes gravity right bug. can. paper big regretti… mom's spaghetti eminem can't help me now oh god oh no the noise has drawn attention player 3 and player 4 have entered the game

my cats precious fat idiots no hunting instincts between them, frankly the kitten has never hunted anything in his life and the last time the big boy encountered an Animal (tm) it resulted in him screaming, actually s c r e a m i n g and I had to pick him up and rescue him from the VERY scary cricket that had cornered him (the assailant was released outside) but they are interested in THE NOISE and the mystery and if they knock over this fucken can I know it's game over for me I'm still in full on vietnam flashback mode fortunate son is on full blast in my head I cannot handle a prison break

I drive them away the only way I can think of by using the only thing that's as scary to them as a cricket a psshk from a can of compressed keyboard-cleaning air nyoom disaster averted, or at least that specific flavour of disaster of course, the problem remains I cannot pick up the fucking paper. please understand. it's all that stands between me and my nightmares fortunate son is still playing but by now it's on kazoo I deepen my hole of shame a little further and attempt to s l i d e a plastic lid beneath the paper.

now I have it in my hands, a teetering, tenuous tower of can, beast, tupperware lid and a phone bill with a destination to decide what? empty it in a bin? so he can swing over the edge of the paper like lara fucking croft and hoik himself into my open mouth? or run up my sleeve into my hair? as has happened before? no thank you, you little shit, you probably submliminally suggested that yourself didn't you b u g but I can't just. squish it that also risks CONTAINMENT BREACH letting it onto the floor risks my cats eating it (and potentially peeing their bow in 12-19 business years I guess) and so, I compromise

I run outside out the front door. at this point I feel like it is important to note my outfit I am wearing a whole-body lamb costume that I have been using as pyjamas they are very wooly and floor length and have a little silk ribbony bow at the neck, as-yet unpeed

and god knows what the neighbours must think seeing this shrieking lamb kool-aid man out of her house shedding phone bills and pesticide containers and frisbee a tupperware lid across the road like it is made of fire before doing the Universal Dance of Absolute Crawling Horror, complete with arm-flailing and knee-to-chest high-steppy in circles

anyway I lived and I've been told off for sadly humming 'fortunate son' to myself 7 times. some folks are born made to wear the flag :')

[waywardsou2]

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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.

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[artwithoutblood]

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? "

[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)

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[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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[reinedeslys-central]

so what if your love is memory because people around you keep forgetting things and you never want to hurt people the same way. people accuse you of clinging but that's not it, they don't get it

you wave to your ghosts in the morning and blow them kisses in the mirror and you see them, you vow to see them. because they are important, they matter, even when you no longer remember them

(maybe it scares you)

they will still have existed. it's not clinging, it's looking your past in the eye every day and living with it.

you might have been my best friend when we were younger and I know we're not now, but I'm going to remember your dog's name and the taste of your mother's pumpkin soup for as long as I can. you made me a pretty purple bracelet with plastic beads and after we renovated I haven't found it since but I think about it sometimes. I respect you. It's okay if you forget I'm working on forgiving myself for forgetting things too. We don't have to be the same as the way things were, I hope you don't think I think that. but let me smile at you in the street and remember you holding my hand while we played in the sand and yelling at me for yelling at you when you turned the volume in the car up loud enough to make my ears ring. let me say I've never known peace like when you let me lean my head on your collarbone and everything went silent, and maybe I had a crush on you once but that doesn't mean this is meant in anything but a platonic way, i love you. i love you with all that i am, and now i kind of hate you too. so let me blow kisses to the ghosts in the corners of my eyes and when everyone forgets, I'll try my hardest to remember something. you forgot my birthday for the first time since you met me and i felt nothing. i realised none of my friends really care about me all that much and it's okay. i'm just going to be the shadow of that hand at dusk that settled next to yours on the park bench, a shade of an impression of a memory you'll remember as a dream. i'm just going to be a part of your past and you're just going to be a part of mine, and we're going to forget each other piece by piece.

please don't turn your head when you see me in the street. we might not know each other anymore but we don't have to. yield me that respect of treating me like an unknown if not a unraveled thread, don't you dare pretend we didn't matter to each other in whatever capacity we did.