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Happy 1 year anniversary Destiel!!

I decided to write a short drabble to commemorate that destiel anniversary today lmao 🤣

Enjoy

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“Good morning love”

“G’morning to you too” Dean smiled softly, eyes barely opened in the soft sunlight of the

motel bedroom. He inhaled deeply, rolling over when he smelled breakfast and apple pie. Cas

was organizing breakfast at the small table, his clothes a mess as if he had only woken up a bit

ago.

“I ordered food. I hope that's okay” Cas finished setting the table and sat next to Dean,

who was still laying in bed.

“It’s perfect” Dean leaned up and kissed cas, it was slow and sweet and everything that

Dean felt for the angel. It was the one year anniversary of Castiel's confession and exactly 6

months since Dean had brought Castiel from Super Mega Turbo Hell™.

Pulling away from the kiss, Dean immediately got up and started digging into the

delicious apple pie, not bothering with the omelet that Cas had ordered for him.

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Never the Same

A random drabble for anxceit and hanahaki disease

trigger warning for blood mention

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“You love me”

Virgil said as if the purple flowers covered in blood weren’t enough. Janus just weakly nodded, too tired and throat to cut up to speak. 

Conflicting emotions swirled in Virgil’s eyes. He was furious at Janus for hurting him long ago, only made worse by the apparent love he had for him now. And yet at the same time, Virgil was panicking. This was a man who had once been his best friend. Who held him through panic attacks and made cookies with him afterward. Who dragged him out of bed to shower when the depression weighed too heavily on his shoulders. A man who had also tried too hard to hold onto him and then let him go all too easily. Who fought so hard to keep him from going into the arms of the light sides, but then withdrew everything once Virgil was happy with them. This man, who had caused so much happiness and pain, who was Virgil’s only source of comfort and yet his greatest trigger….. Is doomed to die.

“Yes well Virgil, it didn’t seem to be any choice of mine”

Janus spoke in a gravelly voice, a cough sending more blood and petals falling from his mouth. It was a mix of lavender and forget-me-nots. They were favorites of Virgil’s, but he doubts he could ever look at them the same after tonight.

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taglist: @cute-and-angsty-princess

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Hey Guys!

I just created a new discord server for people to hang out in! 

I am still working on adding more channels and roles but I’m hoping that y’all can help me figure that out by giving suggestions in the server!

As well, there are specific channels for age regressors and petre regressors as well as PK and a channel for systems. 

anyways here is a nifty link if you want to join my server!

https://discord.gg/Nce6XBgC

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Immortal

This is a song fic based on Immortal by Reinaeiry.

Thanks to @cute-and-angsty-princess for helping me with ideas and editing!!!

Tw: Implied character death, angst

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, 

I still see your face resting on my shoulder,

And my heart beats so fast, that I start to feel alive again,

He felt pressure on his shoulder, almost as if his love was still there. Looking in the mirror in the morning gave him chills, pictures taped onto the frame of different versions of his love. 

He looked very different in each one, but all the versions of him had the same soft lavender eyes. The earliest ones just simple sketches faded with time. Janus felt his heartbeat as though he were alive, something that wasn’t possible but made true by the mere thought of his love.

He turned away from the mirror, with hints of tears in his eyes. He smiled a sad smile, as he drowned himself in a blanket that had been crocheted by Patton, one of the past names of his love. Several paintings hung around his small house, all of which had been painted by Roman, an artist, and actor with a loud laugh and strong body. His arms had always protected Janus from thoughts and worries. Oh, how he longed for that feeling again...

And the rain, it washes away all the pain

‘Cause it feels like the sound of your voice

And I’m comforted by the sweet smell of dew because the sunrise reminds me of you,

He hadn’t slept in a while… Not that he needed to anyways. It was mid-summer, monsoon season, and he would stay up for days just to watch and feel the rain. Memories of dancing in the rain with his loves. Logan, an astrologist insisted on stargazing every anniversary. Inevitably they would stay in their garden until sunrise… the smells of fresh morning dew surrounding them. It comforted Janus, it was almost as if Logan was still there. 

Now all Janus does is spend every day watching the sunset… longing and waiting for his love to come back to him again. Some may think it's hard, or not understand how he knows when it's a different body every time... but he knew who they were every time… Those lavender eyes always gave it away… and their soul was too beautiful to mistake for anyone else.

And I’ll always find you again, and again,

And I’ll love every version of you,

And you’re never truly gone

As long as a part of you in me lives on…

He had found him once again. This time he had been named Virgil. A skinny man with dark circles under his eyes. He had dark brown hair and the cutest smirk. His eyes, however, were the same as every time before, shining with intelligence and in this lifetime… a hint of anxiety behind them. They were the same lavender shade as always though.

Virgil had been apprehensive at first, not completely trusting Janus and his, at that time, outlandish claims.  You could tell he remembered though, seeing old photographs of his past lives in the arms of a man who looked undeniably like Janus. That night they cried in each other’s arms, feeling whole once again, relieved they found each other once again. Janus showed him letters from his past self. As Virgil read them, he kept getting glimpses from his past life…

In one he was a heavy-set man with muscled arms. A kind face and the same lavender eyes. His name had been Patton then and he was a baker in a small village. He remembered the smell of roses and ash… the smell of his love as he curled in his arms. 

Another one when he was a tall man with a confident stature… An aspiring actor whose eyes twinkled with hopeless love at the comforting sight of his immortal husband. 

In another letter, he was an astrologist, a bright and intelligent man whose cold persona warmed immensely at the thought of waking up to his husband's face every morning. 

His first life, Remus, a strange man with a constant air of mischief. A doctor who had helped repair Janus’ heart after losing his friend Thomas. Remus had been so gentle with him, a stark contrast to his usual personality. Janus had fallen in love with him so quickly. Many nights spent worrying about the future and many mornings spent blissfully wrapped in his partner’s arms. 

‘Cause I’ll always find you again and again.

And I’ll lose you every time

But my love, I will hold you close to me

‘Til you fade from my arms peacefully

Many tears were shed over the years. It never hurt any less every time his beautiful soul faded away. As he held Virgil in his arms, Janus couldn’t but see hints of Remus in him. The first version of him he had fallen in love with. It comforted him, a reminder that there would be another version of his soul. In another lifetime. A new face, but same glimmering eyes. 

So until then he would watch every sunset and stand outside after every rain to smell the morning dew. 

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Hey Y’all

I’m writing a new fic because writer block is finally leaving lol

Anyways, anyone available for me to bounce ideas off of???

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Main acc: @janusthecatgirlenby

Moodboards and wallpaper requests @boards-of-moods

Send prompts and I may just write something...

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A random Rociet kiss scene... Enjoy

Hhhahahhaha i havent posted in forever.... I've just been busy with school and other things but have this. It is very shirt but I'm just proud I wrote something!

Tw: uhh kissing, maybe like tiny bit sexual?? If I missed something let me know

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Janus’ lips met Romans, knocking the air out of his lungs. He froze for a second, eyes wide and confused. But as Janus’ lips moved against his own he melted into it.

The kiss was sensual and burning, just the way Roman imagined Janus would be with a lover.

Arms pulled him closer to the deceitful side's chest and caressed every curve of Roman’s body. Romans hand went behind Janus’s neck wounding almost too tightly in his hair. With a sharp tug Janus was growling and tugged on Roman’s lip with his teeth.

His tongue invaded Roman’s mouth and Janus tasted like the embodiment of every sinful act ever created, the snake tempting him to take a bite of the forbidden fruit. He was modeled after that very scene after all.

Roman whimpered and the kiss slowed and broke and Janus continued to leave a burning trail of kisses down Romans neck. Never loosening their embrace Janus sunk the two out of the imagination and into his room, praying no one had seen them.

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Fuck writing. I write then i don't then I do and then start on something else. The whole system is corrupt and its a scam.

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Hey, send in requests for drabbles I guess (100-500 words) I'm trying to avoid homework so help me out????

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Logicality baking incident?

Smoke

Tw: none, well some kissing but nothing too graphic

Logan could tell you almost anything you wanted. How deep is the ocean? Why is the sky blue? What is 9a+6x=120? He could answer all that and so much more, but for the life of him, he couldn’t tell you how he had gotten into this situation. Burnt cookies lay all over the floor as smoke spilled from the oven and rose into the air. Patton was standing sheepishly in the doorway, looking only a bit guilty for almost having caught the house on fire.

They had just put the cookies in the oven when Patton pounced. Jumping onto Logan’s waist and kissing him senseless. Like any reasonable man, Logan completely surrounded and they spent the next 20 minutes or so making out on the couch in the common room. That’s when Logan smelled it. The smoke and burning. He then threw Patton off of him (gently), and dashed to the kitchen and saw smoke start to seep out through the oven door. He quickly took the cookies out but dropped the pan when a cloud of smoke clouded his vision. Patton stood in the doorway, looking not so guilty with swollen red lips and mussed hair. Logan couldn’t be upset when Patton looked so delicious….

Words: 208

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I know it’s cliche but Virgil having a nightmare and going to another side for comfort?

Leather, Ash, and Something Delicate

Tw: mentions of drowning, nightmares, 

For the third time that week, Virgil had woken up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating and shivering. It was the same nightmare every time. Drowning. It terrified him to no end. This was a common occurrence but never did it happen so many times in one week. 

Virgil quickly scrubbed his body of the sweat with a discarded t-shirt and made his way to Roman’s room. It had become a routine of sorts. Virgil would wake up shaken and scared, and then fall asleep in Roman’s arms. He quietly opened the door to the creative sides room and slipped under the covers He wiggled his way into the princely traits arms, immediately finding comfort in the smell that surrounded him. Leather, ash, and something delicate, roses, or some other flower; Virgil could never tell. He laid with his face buried in Roman’s chest as tears silently fell down his cheeks. He assumed wrong when he thought Roman was still asleep. A hand carded through his hair as he heard sleepy whispers of sweet nothings in his ear. Virgil gripped tighter onto Roman. He felt safe here. In his room, in his bed, in his arms. For once that week Virgil fell asleep with no nightmares, only half-formed visions of a certain man’s hands holding him.

Words: 215 

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I'm in a kind of writing mood, send me a prompt and I'll write a 100-500 word drabble 👉👈

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hey do you have a list of ships you arent comfortable writing?

I'm cool with writing all of them, except r*mr*m

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41. Moceit?

oofie sorry this is so late.................. I’ve been busy cause school starts in 2 days!

anyways.....

Never Forgive You

Tw: Panic attacks... idk...

Janus sunk down as soon as the cameras turned off, his breathing quickly picking up as he landed in his room. Tears quickly blurred his vision as he struggles to stand and walk to his bed. Panic quickly overtook him and Janus fell to the floor, curled in a ball.

He laughed at your name

You called Roman evil

You called REMUS evil

The twins will never forgive you

Virgil won’t forgive you-

“Dec- Janus? Are you alright?” A voice sounded outside the traits door, questioning, and concerned.

A knock sounded soon after and their voice rose to an almost shout. Janus whimpered on the floor, he couldn’t breathe and the loud noises only made him more panicked.

“Janus? Janus, please open the door, kiddo! Jan? I’m coming in…” 

Patton rose up in Janus’ room, looking around for a second before spotting the panicked side on the floor. Patton rushed to Jan’s side and pulled him into his lap. The two rocked back and forth as Patton whispered the 4-7-8 breathing pattern in Janus’ ear. 

Janus’ breathing slowed and he calmed down. He felt tired, but safe in Patton’s arms. He stopped thinking about the future, about the twins. Even if just for this moment, he felt secure in the father figures arms...

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21. I feel sick, father-son moxiety?

Oofie, sorry this is super short, I started this blog to get over my writer's block but what do ya know, I can’t really write... >:c

Sick Days

Tw: Vomiting

Virgil had woken up and immediately sprinted to the bathroom to throw up last night's dinner into the toilet. The acid burned his throat and sprung small tears to his eyes. He had a small break until he had another fit of vomiting. He dry heaved for a second then his stomach settles down allowing him to breathe. He got off the floor and brushed his teeth to rid of the horrid taste then trudged his way back to his room, where he found Patton anxiously waiting at the end of his bed. 

“Kiddo are you okay?” I heard someone running and puking! And then I saw you weren’t in bed and  I-” Virgils cut him off saying he was fine and sitting in bed. However, as soon as he did so he felt more bile rising up his thrust and leaned over the side of the bad into a trashcan, nothing but bile coming out this time.

“I stand corrected…” he muttered after spitting the tastes of the vomit into the trashcan. “I feel sick…” Virgil continued as he flopped into his pillows

“Do you need anything? I can make you some chicken noodle soup with those crackers you like? Or maybe a ginger ale? I can get some Disney movies or get Logan to get you medicine-” Patton rambled with a worried look on his face. 

“Pat. Pat. Patton. Patton. DAD.” At the sound of the word, ‘dad’ Patton stopped talking and Virgil swore there were literal stars in the father figure’s eyes. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Patton said vibrating excitedly, almost squealing in joy.

“A ginger ale is fine…” he paused, “Dad”. Patton enthusiastically nodded his head and back out of the room. He quietly closed the door and Virgil could hear him squeal quietly as he walked down the hallway.

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Send ‘em!

Prompt List— fluff, hurt/comfort

Note- I’ve always wanted to make one of these to use for choices fanfiction, so please feel free to use prompts or send them to me (I’ll write Open Heart pairings)!! Also, feel free to reblog. I’m tagging this as choices for fanfiction purposes.

Can be used for any fandom!

1. “Be careful.”

2. “I’ll take care of you.”

3. “Where does it hurt?”

4. “Are you okay?”

5. “Please don’t leave me.”

6. “I’m scared.”

7. “I‘m worried about you.”

8. “I love you.”

9. “You’re my favorite person.”

10. “Carry me?”

11. “You look adorable.”

12. “Your face is too cute for its own good.”

13. “Are you hurt?”

14. “You’re burning up.”

15. “I feel terrible.”

16. “Have you eaten?”

17. “What can I get you?”

18. “Anything your heart desires.”

19. “Call me when you get there.”

20. “I miss you.”

21. “I feel sick.”

22. “Can you help me?”

23. “I need you.”

24. “Help.”

25. “Do you need a ride?”

26. “How do you feel?”

27. “I know it’s/they’re your favorite.”

28. “You know me too well.”

29. “Did you just read my mind?”

30. “You smell good.”

31. “You look nice.”

32. “You’re beautiful.”

33. “You’re entirely too handsome/beautiful/cute.”

34. “Why do you look like you’re up to something?”

35. “Surprise!”

36. “Make me.”

37. “Please don’t leave me.”

38. “I’ve got you.”

39. “I won’t leave you.”

40. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

41. “Just breathe.”

42. “Focus on me.”

43. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

44. “Can I have a hug?”

45. “You’re cuddly.”

46. “Hold me.”

47. “Did we just say the same thing at the same time?”

48. “I’m a little drunk right now.”

49. “I’ll take you home.”

50. “Wear my jacket/coat/sweater.”

51. “Where are your pants?”

52. “Are you showing off for me?”

53. “Snuggle. Now.”

54. “Surprise!”

55. “Don’t ever think less of yourself.”

56. “I know it’s not your birthday or anything, but I got you a present.”

57. “I really need someone to talk to right now.”

58. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

59. “Do you need a shoulder to cry on?”

60. “It’s not/it wasn’t your fault.”

61. “I tried to make breakfast/dinner, but that backfired.“

62. “Would you like to dance?”

63. “We make a good team.”

64. “I can’t do this without you.”

65. “You spoil me.”

66. “Anything your heart desires.”

67. “I’ll protect you.”

68. “Are you telling me you’re an adult who’s still afraid of....?”

69. “I can give you a massage.”

70. “Get some rest.”

71. “I almost lost you.”

72. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

73. “You love me.”

74. “You make me feel loved.”

75. “You’re the only person I’d do this for.”