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[rafescloudie]

𐙚☁️⋆ ˚ ✿ ˖ °

claire lucille. nineteen. she/her. pansexual. minors dni. pastel blue. blogging. short n’ sweet. animals. the beach. pinterest. rafe cameron’s bunny. lipgloss. pastries. reading. early 2000’s rom-coms. bikinis. stuffies. photography. frank ocean. johnny kavanagh’s gf. sunrise walks. vanilla icecream. books. spotify. sabrina carpenter. rhode. pouty lips. summertime. 1989 (taylor’s version). innocent doe eyes. picking flowers. watercolor. ruffle skirts. baking. headphones.

𓂃⋆.˚ my links .ᐟ 🫧

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:: my pinterest ᥫ᭡

:: who i write for ᥫ᭡

˖ ‧ ✰ i don’t really classify myself as a “writer”, as i have noooo motivation, but i will occasionally write blurbs or come up with different AU’s, so feel free to request anything!! ˚₊۶ৎ

thank you for reading

much love, claire 🫧

[eqfiue]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ eqfiue ┊ she/her ఌ┊9teen ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[nicodefresas]

⠀ ¡ bios idea ৎ

ᕱᕱㅤ۫⠀｡⠀@⠀best friend　𓏏𓏏

: ˚ㅤ𝅄 Info/info 𝅄 𐚁̸ ࣪ㅤ𓈒 i really love cakes

˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤ ꕮ ㅤ۫ㅤ[2000]. ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤᘞ ˚ ۪

⠀⠀　　﹒　 ྀི︶˚̣̣̣⠀⠀⠀(⁠ᗒ⩊ᗕ ྀི)⠀⠀⠀˚̣̣̣︶ ྀ

• ➜ @ idol ﹕ ✩

ㅤ ✦ › info/info

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ 14teen ,, silly user ✩ ࿐࿔

⠀ ◞†◟ ⠀⠀⠀info ♡ info⠀⠀⠀)

̨ 🎀 ִ ་ ⠀@ boyfriend

⠀. ˳𐑞 ⠀[1888]⠀⠀++⠀ ⠀𓎠 info ₊ 🍥

[voghe]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ BIOS/DISPLAY NAMES MASTERPOST

🕊️┆𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ， 사랑 — prns ִ ࣪𖤐 ˖ ✦ › mbti 𓂃 ★ @user's 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

ㅤ ﹒ @user ﹕☆ ㅤ ﹟ prn · prn ㅤ࣭ ㅤׂ : ᯓ mbti ! ﹐

♡ . name emoji ᛝ mbti ◞ age !!

★ ︵ @ name text ⟢ 🦴 ౨ text !

🪼﹒　﹫name　 𓇼 🪸﹒ ⁺ ﹒prn . prn .ᐟ　（꩜ (＞。☆) 　ext 　ꕀ ᶻz　🦈

ㅤ࣭ ㅤㅤׂ ㅤ ㅤˑㅤ ㅤ۟ ㅤ₊ 　 ☆　┈ @txt 　 ˑ 𓂂 txt ͡ ͡ txt

୨୧ name . pr / ns .ᐟ text text txt . fav , fav ♡ link/extras

＞︿＜ ׅ⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀̸ ⠀ׄ⠀mbti ⠀٬⠀⠀ ㅤㅤ୨୧ ㅤ. [pron / gender ] 🦔 ꒦꒷ name ﹒﹒﹒⭐️

𐔌 name ﹒ ౨ৎ 𓏵 ﹒ prns ◟ 𖦹 ᛝ carrd ﹒ ❏

ᅠᅠᅠ꒰͡⠀ׂ 𖹭⠀͡꒱ 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 ︵͡ ⁺ ᰍ̠ 🏹🌷 ׅ ۫ 요정

౨ৎ'🌙 .

the tattoo on my ring finger —★! 07 liner

౨ৎ @txt_bighit

—﹙🍡﹚⑅ @name ♡ ₊ ✦ prns ، age : 🌸 🍵 ∿ link/txt txt

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ‿︵˓ ʚ♡ɞ ˓ ︵ ͜ ㅤ ㅤ ݂ ͘ ౨ৎ Light shower. .ᐟ ⟢ ۫ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Call me your muse. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ︶ ͡ ۫ ˓ ʚ♡ɞ ˒ ۫ ͡ ︶

★ ! 222 · infp ˙ 희망 — my love !! @user ──★ ˙ ̟ have a good day !!

 ‎ᘎ she / her  ⊹  ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎17 ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎pr𝔦nc͟e͟s͟s͟ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ᰍ 

☆

╭ ❝ @name ❞ • song + artist !! ╰ ★ sexuality . mbti . timezone

＞　 ◞ ◞ 　 ⟡　 ◞ ◞ 　 ＜ >ᴗ< ︴name info 𝜗 ᴗ ‸ ᴗ) info .ᐟ.ᐟ

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 ) 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 .ᐟ ୨୧ ⤹ 𝗆𝖻𝗍𝗂 • 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 .ᐟ

𐙚 ( 🌷 ) ˖ ࣪ ⊹ 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ( 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ) ˖ ࣪

ㅤ 𓈒 ୭ৎ ᥴᥲ𝗍s ᥱyᥱs 𝅄 🪡 ۪ ݁ 𓈒

ㅤㅤ ۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 태형 ꒱ ۪ ݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ݁ ۪ ୧

      ♡⊹.* name ┆★ ˙ᵕ˙      prns !? ᰔ age ᰔ zodiac       ╰┈➤ extra / / ♡

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, ౨ৎ 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, ₊˚⊹♡

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, ౨ৎ 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨. ₊˚⊹♡

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ 𝗩𝗛𝗦

𝟬𝟭:𝟯𝟱 𝗦𝗘𝗣 . 𝟬𝟯 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟱

_ _ // ヤ . @ name ◟ ⨯ . ︵︵ .ᐟ prn . prn 丶 𐑞

𝗰𝗵𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺 💥 ᵛᵃᵐᵒˢ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁱᵗ 🔥 ˡᵒᵇᵒˢ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ʰᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ☄️

✶ ﹕ name ﹫ pro ⌒⌒ nouns·₊★ ╰╮ ⸝⸝ website <3 ╰↠ dms status ( ^ ω ^)

୨🍶୧  𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛  ⏜ ۫ . ⟡   ⋂                ♡︎   ﹒ৎ୭  88̲8̲ﹾ   ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ name ! prns ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ extra ⋮ @youruser ₊˚ෆ ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡

𝜗⠀ name⠀˙ ♱◞ ྀི 𓏵𓏵⠀𖥻prn/prn ◟ 𓉸⠀ ︵︵⠀𓈒⠀⠀ext⠀𝜚　˙ 　˖　⁰⁰

• ➜ @user ﹕ ✩ ㅤ ✦ › carrd.co ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ []teen ,, mbti ✩ ࿐࿔

𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ᴹⁱᵗˢᵏⁱ ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

◠ . ─ · ◠ . ─ · ◠ . ─ · ◠ . ─ · ꒰୨୧◞ 。name⠀.ᐟ⠀user⠀₊ ˚⊹ ɞ⠀.⠀age ﾉ⠀pronouns ﹗ ໒꒱۪

𓍢 ⛲️ ׅ ⬞ ִ name . 𓂃 ଓ mbti ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ult 𓍢ִ໋ @

¡ ૮₍ name 𖠗 🍴✦ name ⏱ ᯤ 𔔁 !

،، ✶ 🍚 ¿ ¡ ✷ name ⩇ ʿ 𖤛 ⋆ 🧻 𖥉

♡ 🏯 ᪤ name 𔘓 ! # 94 🧭 ᯤ ა

𔔀 ꉂ 🥼 ¡ name ! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𒀭࣪ ⋆ 🛁

ʿʿ ヤ ⏱ ✶ % name ᯤ 𖠗 ⩉:⩉ 🗑 ! ?

: 交 🏐 🜲 𖠗 name ? 🗒 ☆ › ✸

𓆩 ✉ # ⋆ ⩉ name𝂅 🌪 : ★ ☆ 𓆪

%  ☆ ࣪🗞  ¡ ૮₍name ₎ა : ꀯ  ♡  🔭  ‽

⩇⩇  🧂 𖠗 🍴✦ ‧ꭑname‧ ⏱ ᯤ 𔔁  ! 

،، ✶ 🍚  ¿ ¡  ✷ name  ⩇ ʿ 𖤛 ⋆  �� 𖥉 

♡  🏯  ᪤  ּname  𔘓 !  #  94 🧭 ᯤ ა

𔔀  ꉂ  🥼 ¡  ‧name𝀛 !   ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎  𒀭࣪  ⋆ 🛁 

:  交  🏐  🜲  𖠗 𝀛name   ?  🗒  ☆ ›  ✸ 

 𓆩  ✉  # ⋆ ⩉  ּname᤻𝂅 🌪 :  ★  ☆  𓆪

𓄹 タ ⋆ 📡  name  ҂  𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝖼e̲s̲s̲ ꞌꞋꞌ ⏱ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ˖ ࣪⭑

᤻  ꗃ  :  ⏲ ◖ 𓂃 name  ⿻  name‧ ،، ✶ 🗞  ⩉  

⩉ : ⩉  𖥻 🗑 ꉂ  ૮₍ ‧name᤻𝀛 ₎ა ✶  ๋࣭   # 97   ◜🗒◞

¡  % ⊹  🥽  ᨘ໑  ▸ name᤻𝀛  🜲  𝗚𖦹𝗻ׂ𝗲 𔔁 🏯 ! ׄ .𓄼 

❛ 𒀭 :  🛒 𓂃 ¡ name ‽ ٠ 🧾  ›  ✸  %

 ¡   さ   🔭   ꉂ  ‧name   ✶  ⏱   𖠗   𐂯   ? b «    ᯥ   %    🛒  name  ⩉:⩉   𖣯   ᘏ   女   !

🍽   ␥   ★    ⩇  name  🜲   𝘁𝗂𝗻𝗒   ★   ฅ   ‽

🜸   ★    𖠗   :   Name  ᯤ  𝗺𝚢 b̸ɔ︩︪𝘆  🥛 𖤛  ა

༘ ˚ ⋆ 🍶+ ˚ ₊ name ྀིྀི ♁ ₊ 🪽｡˚ ₊ +

𝜗 name e e ₊ < initial 3

⠀⠀꒰⠀s/o ෆ 00.00.00 ⠀ ⠀ྀི 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘭𝑖𝑡𝑡𝘭𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝘭𝘭 ྀི ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your pronouns🪼࿔⭑ ๋🌺࿔⭑⤷your favorite song or your b-day 🎀࿔⭑ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your fandom 🍒࿔⭑ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Lyrics of a song ࿔⭑🎂🧸

　　　﹒ 𓂃◞ ֪ ⑅　 ۫　 ׅ ♡ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ˢⁱⁿˢ . 🪽 ︶　◞ ྀི ◟⠀︶︶　◞ ྀི ◟⠀︶

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ name prns ␥ mbti ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ _ ★₊˚﹟📸 song ⵌ ₊ ⊹ artist ‹𝟹

✶ ﹕ name !! ﹫ pro ⌒⌒ nouns ·₊★ ╰╮ link ⸝⸝ ₊ <3 ╰↠ xtra (𝗼˳★)?

𓇼 ˚ 𝟬͟𝟰 … 사랑 2004ㅤㅤ ★ 🎧

BIO + SYMBOL PACK !!!

𖥔 📟 ꩜ ⩇ּ⩇ ʿ : ーツ ¡! 📞 カ ໋ ⸝⸝ 𝅦 𝗳𝗮𝗹len ✧ ᨯ 苺. ᘐ 🥢 𝗮𝗻𝗴els ㌗ の › 𝇋☆𝇌 テレビ ! 𔘓 ﹙🧀﹚ van͟i͟ꪱꪱa ⠀︵⠀⠀⊹⠀ ﾟ ˖ ꕀ lover ⠀⸝⸝` ๑꒱⠀ 𓂂 ⠀ .ıllı. social ﹔ link

﹒ @ 𝐍AME ─ timezone ﹐ nation ^..^ star sign ﹒ bday ：✿ 。prns social 𖦹 friend ﹔user

⠀ ⠀⠀민지⠀ ⠀♡𝆬 ⠀ 𝓛. : 🥄 ݂֢

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀🥼 : 지수 �� ﹙ 𝒔. ﹚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘴𝖺𝗇𝖺 ׄ 𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝅄⠀࿙࿚ ︶ ⠀♱⠀ ︶࿙࿚ 𝅄 ⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ ℋ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꒱

@ username ┃ 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝟯𝗟 ꕀ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ✶ ━━ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 , ⤷ ┇ ⌒ 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 ꒱꒱ 彡 ꒰୨୧꒱ ┃ ◞⁺⊹．prns .

𝅄 ݁ ⏜ ꒰ 𝖼ᥲ𝗋ᥲ𝗆ᥱ𝗅 gⲓrℓ ꒱ ── ๑ ֹ ₊ㅤ ۟

▦ ﹒ ☆ 🔌 🛒 ⸒ 별 ꜝ ﹫

𝜗⠀ name⠀˙ ♱◞ ྀི 𓏵𓏵⠀𖥻prn/prn ◟ 𓉸⠀ ︵︵⠀𓈒⠀⠀ext⠀𝜚　˙ 　˖　⁰⁰

⠀☆⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀𝗰𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀𝇄𝇃⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀☕

꒱⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀⠀ᘏ⠀⠀α𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀⠀ָ֢⠀⠀⠀ෆ 𖡎⠀⠀ָ֢⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀🥼⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀ׁ⠀ꕀ⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀𝟵𝟴⠀﹔

͝ ︶ ·̩͙⏝ ͝ ୨ ꒰ name ꒱ ୧ ͝ ⏝ ·̩͙︶ ͝ ۫ ۪ info info info 𝆴

　　　　　 ⤷ 　　 ﹒　 　e　　 text 　　 ♡

　　　　　⌒  　text 　 　e　 　⟡

　　　　　( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ )　　text　　⋌　　e 　﹒　

ㅤ𓂃 ׁ ⃝ 🍂（ かんけつ編 ） ˑ ୨ ִ ۫

ㅤㅤ ݁ 🗡️ ◠ ִ ٬٬ 𝟾⩇% ꣼ 𝚍𝚎☆𝚝𝚑 ۫ ︵ ✧

_ ╰ㅤ ㅤ ۫ ✦ㅤ ㅤ txt !!_⠀ ⠀ ◠ ᶻᶻ ㅤ ıstj ꜝꜝㅤ ⸺ㅤ pronouns ִ ⠀ׂ ★

𐙚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🎀 ♡ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 ⋆.˚ 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 ⊹ ᰔ. @𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙧 ㅤ♡ྀི ₊

･ᴗ･ "i wanna be yours" ⊹

ıllı " [names] info! " ✩

⊂⊃ nicknames ﹐⇅ ⊂⊃ prns ﹐⇅

ᶻz xtra ﹐✩ ! ˃ᗜ˂ carrd / rentry ✩ ﹐

I. name 🥛 age ✮ II. gender .. . prns III. xtra , xtra ꩜ ☁️ ✉️ follow :: @user

ㅤㅤㅤ ── ּ ᰍ ˳ 𝒫 ͜αℓɘ ⃝🦢 ۫ ུ

ㅤㅤㅤ ི 🦪 𓈒 ਬਦ ⊹ 苍白 ︵ 𝇈

꒰ ⋆ ࣪. ━ׄ──ִ──ׁ──ִ──ׁ─𔕙─ׅ──ׁ──ׅ──ׁ──ׅ━ ˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 . . . 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝖄𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝖄𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 ✸

甘美な

𝗪𝗪𝗪.NAME.𝗖𝗢𝗠. ?!

© ❛ prns . gender 名 ─ nick : name ﹙sexuality﹚ ❱❱ age . mbti !

; @name ~ ☆ # pro / nouns ! mb • ti ♬ — song - artist name

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ur name here ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──★ ˙ ̟ 🐇 !! ⋆✦ pronouns ⊹♡ extra info!! >_< ✮⋆˙ I 𖹭 (someone you love)

⠀⪩⪨ @ name / mbti ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ lana del rey ‹𝟹 — ౨ৎ

𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡 ‧₊ 𖦹 ˚ 🥩 ˚ @user ᝰ.ᐟ 🎀 ೀ⋆ ˚₊‧ 🩸 ꒰ა prn 🔪 prn ໒꒱ 🩸‧₊ ˚ ʚ 🐾 ɞ ୧ mbti ୨ ✧˚ 🍮 ༘ 𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡

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[junabuggy]

𝖥𝖠𝖵𝖨𝖢ᝪ𝖭𝖲 , STAMPS, BLINKIES, DIVIDERS & MᝪRE !!

Favicons = ☀︎ Blinkies = 𖤐 Stamps = ☾ Dividers = ❋

-- What's a favicon? Well I'm glad you asked !! Favicons are small images that represent a company or website. Although some people just collect them for fun (like me!!!!!!1!!!)

-- What's a stamp? Stamps were made popular on Deviantart in the early 2010's. They are traditionally 99x56 pixels, and can be used to decorate any blog or website :3

-- What's a blinkie? Blinkies are a type of graphic that was popular 15+ years ago on personal blogs

-- What's a divider? Well a good example is right in front of you, BUT!! Dividers are any graphic that is used to divide two things, usually bodies of text. They are useful for breaking up blog posts and signalling the end of a topic.

(Hey hey!! I yoinked all this info from @cheezitofthevalley , go check out the two posts they have on this topic!!)

A little disclaimer!!!!! ⚠︎⚠︎⚠︎ none of the dividers, favicons, stamps, etc, unless explicitly stated by me, are mine ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^)

I do try my best to find the original owners // their rules for reposts and credit stuffz, but sometimes I come up short

The stuff that IS made by me however, is usually reblog + credit to use (once again, unless stated otherwise) ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Also see...

Red:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Red .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Red (Emo Undertones) .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Red (Emo Undertones)² .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Hospital/Medical .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾

Orange:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Orange .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

Yellow:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Yellow .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Pompompurin .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Pompompurin .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋ + others

Green:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Green .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Botanical .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Pastel Green + Pink .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Weird Girl Spring .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Green .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: 4/20 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Military .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

Blue:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Winter .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Blue Webcore .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Frutiger Aero .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Snow/Ice .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Snow/Ice² .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Purple:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Kuromi .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Thistle Flowers .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Purple Gothic .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Pastel Goth² .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

Pink:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Pink .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Coquette .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Valentine's Day .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Pastel Pink + Green .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Pastel Goth .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Hospital/Medical .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Vampire .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

Multi:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Oddcore (???) .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Frutiger Metro .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Evil Autism™ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Webcore .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Weirdcore .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Clowns .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Clowns² .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Eyes .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Flowers .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Kidcore .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Twee .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Saniro .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Stickers .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Me Core .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Spring .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Mail .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Grandma's House .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Specific Breed Of 2000s .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Funky Favicons .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Scene .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Gimmick Stamps .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Personality Quiz !! .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Emoji Pins .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Sushi .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Weirdcore .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Didn't make the cut .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Divider Dump .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Editing Resources .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Divider Dump² .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Random .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

Fandoms:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: MLP .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Undertale .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: House MD .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Fnaf (Assorted) .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Fnaf (Assorted)² .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: LBP .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Chappell Roan .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Power Pop Girlies .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Minecraft (movie) .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Minecraft² (movie) .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: South Park .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Green Day .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☾❋

Exclusively Pride:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: TDOV .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: TDOV² .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐

Fruits:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Spring Fruits .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Strawberry .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☾❋

Animals:

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Jellyfish .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Cute Lil Evil Deer .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Service Dog .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Fish .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 𖤐☀︎❋

𐔌 . ⋮ Theme: Cookie Cats .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ❋

[melshifting]

❝ ACADEMIC WEAPON ❞ ― ULTIMATE SCRIPTING PACK ⋆.˚ᝰ.ᐟ

❝ Of course, you got a perfect mark. Again. ❞

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your ability to predict exam questions is almost scary. It’s not magic—you just pay attention to patterns, professors’ favorite topics, and how they phrase things.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your memory works like a web—once you learn something, it connects to every related topic you’ve ever encountered.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your handwriting is ridiculously fast yet still legible. You can take comprehensive notes in record time, capturing all the crucial information while barely looking down at the page.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You always find the most efficient way to complete assignments. If there’s a shortcut, a loophole, or a way to recycle previous work while staying original, you’ll find it.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can glance at a page and mentally highlight the key information without actually using a highlighter—your brain just zones in on the critical bits.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can speed-read without losing comprehension. It’s not just skimming—you can absorb information at twice the usual pace while still retaining all the key points.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You write/complete papers in record time without sacrificing quality—your brain automatically organizes ideas into a structured argument as you type.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You have an uncanny ability to break down complicated topics into simple, digestible explanations—so much so that when you teach a concept to someone else, they walk away thinking you’re a genius.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You don’t just memorize info—you internalize it. While others are cramming last-minute, you’re casually recalling facts like you lived them. Exams don’t scare you because the knowledge is already there.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Somehow, you can recall the most random yet relevant details when you need them. A footnote you saw two weeks ago? Your brain pulls it up like a perfectly timed search engine.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You never lose important documents—whether it’s notes, assignments, or an old syllabus. People come to you when they need to find something.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You have a sixth sense for deadlines. Even if something isn’t officially due for weeks, you just know when you need to start so you’re never scrambling last minute. Your future self always thanks you.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can speed-watch lectures at 1.75x speed and still process every word. It’s not just passive listening—you absorb and retain the information, cutting your study time in half.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your brain treats multiple-choice questions like a detective case—even if you (somehow) don’t know the answer, you can eliminate wrong ones with surgical precision, using logic, and wording cues.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your time perception is elite. You can look at an assignment and instinctively know whether it will take 20 minutes or three hours. No guessing, no miscalculations.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can absorb information simply by listening. You don’t need to obsessively take notes or rewatch lectures—your ability to retain knowledge through casual exposure is incredible.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You have a ridiculously good memory for anything academic. Even if you forget where you left your phone, you can recall a specific definition from a textbook you glanced at three weeks ago.

[the-real-loser-otaku-girl]

BLOCK DONT REPORT PRETTY PLS

if u r in recovery this blog could be triggering pls stay safe!!

໒꒰ྀི × ˕ ×｡꒱ྀི১

name: bunny

pronouns: she/him

jirai, otaku, yandere, past hikineet blog

yall r my dolls <3

feel free 2 send asks! i recolour manga for pfps, make userboxes and make dividers so if u ever want sum just lmk!

Divider from @bunnys-xo-anon :3

~more info~

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ

bluesky: loser-otaku-girl

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[deitiesdark]

 Here is a full intro template, can be used for blog intros, pk or sp intros, etc.! Credit not required but greatly appreciated ~  this is the template I used for my own intro ! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ 

₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ Anything in (parenthesis) is something you replace with your info! ~ anything here can be edited or removed if you want it, and you can always add your own things! 

This was made with just me in mind, because it’s the template I’m using for this blog!!! You can send requests in the ask box, and I’ll get to them as soon as possible.  ꒰ᐢ.   ̫ .ᐢ꒱

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ❝(quote/lyric)❜❜  ໋   ／ ⋆ ۪

 ࣪ ⋆ ．

ᯓ ◟(name)◝ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 

 ๋࣭ ⭑ ౨ (Age) ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆♱  (something special/tumblr blog/etc.)  ♱⋆

⋆ ．．(prn)  ̩̩͙‧͙⭒．(prn) ✧  ⊹ ࣪ ˖

  ๋࣭ ⭑  ｡⋆୨ (Sexuality) ୧˚ ⋆˙⟡

༘ *(Gender)   *. ⋆ ✧.

➺: (extra notes)   ✮⋆˙

 ̩̩͙‧͙˚✧⁺‧͙  Requests➺: (open/closed/friends only) ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

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[template made by @deitiesdark on tumblr]

~ Template started by Julia and Finished by Shoto.  ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

this blog is not endo safe!

[sillyhanako]

౨ৎ﹒not with us, us, us﹐゛

୧﹒your life as JULIAN LOKI's sibling ☆

﹒꒦꒷ cw﹔can be read as m!reader or gn!reader, big paragraphs, The Shidou Treatment, lower case intended and thats pretty much it

୧ ₊˚ 688 wc ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

꒱﹒a/n : julian nation make some noise!!!

ー﹕m.list﹐

you get to be utterly spoiled by him, he takes you with him to buy the weekly groceries and you manage to "sneak" some snacks in (he definitely caugh you and was about to remove them and scold you about how unhealthy they are but he unfortunately cant resist your cute victorious look). gives you a huge monthly allowance but sometimes if youre saving it for something he lets you use his black card, and takes you out shopping whenever he notices you switch to a new aestethic. everybody even his teammates tell him hes spoiling you too much but hes convinced theyre overdramatic and " me? ahaha no im not spoiling them rotten - im just doing my job as a big brother! "

you get to be at pxg's practice matches, holding the water bottles and towels but sometimes even subbing in for lolz ,but the opposing team arent so happy about this because you and julian on the same teams just means trouble and wipes out all hopes to score goals. you and julian are so in sync its impossible to break through you, you dont even need to call for passes or think about a strategy, after all this what happens when youve been passing to him since 7.

you decided to follow your brother's footsteps and youve talked to him about it, he ofcourse was happy for you and was more than exited to follow his career but with you besides him. So naturally he bought you with him to the Neon Egoist League seeing that it was a big opportunity to hone your skills how isnt it honed after all these years?

being THE Julian Loki sibling isnt something to take lightly, or so told by his fans. even though you dont lean to the fame side you do take few photoshoots just because youre in a good mood, and god do they blow up. You play as the "wild card" in matches, only subbing in when faced with a particularly hard team. scoring a "few" goals wich ended with the PxG winning. After few hours after the match you find your edits on tiktok. (you liked them). You enjoyed replying to them with "damn whos that" or "i lowkey look fine 😍"

Either playing on the field or sitting on the bench you get to witness the chaotic blue lockians beef live. Everybody tries to separate the beefers but you werent even trying, it was way too hard to get up from the bed this morning and now you gotta be forced to separate two wild dogs? No thanks. But you do take a video which you post on the main gc after the match.

With the new blue lock memebers on your team you ofcourse got curious about their play style, their personnalities and whatnot. meanwhile Shidou got his eyes on you the moment you stepped on the field, the moment you scored a goal, he claimed you made him "explode" while you were looking at him like ??? He would throw himself on you so much to the point you now perfectly dodge him, he would post a pic of you and him on his private twitter account with a school-girl-in-love bio. He kept bothering you for your contact information for so long you gave up and gave it to him. The first 14 spam messages were a sign that this was a bad idea and silencing him was the best choice.

Speaking of your contact info you get added to so much groupchats its insane and its just between the blue lockians.. so why are you even there!?!?! The groupchats consisted of "normal" ones, of -2 braincells one to chill in and have unlogical conversations, multiple of absolutely terrifying ones that if you say a single wrong word EVEN a typo... you get absolutely flammed. But not you ofcourse - you rarely chat and flamming you would just mean youll never say a thing again, and definetly not beacuse of someone with blonde hair and pink tips would chew out anyone who looks the wrong way at you.

© 2025 sillyhanako ━ do not copy, steal, or reupload my works. Thanks!

[fat-maki]

‧₊ ᵎᵎ Pamiętnik ⋅ ˚✮

Hejka, jestem Maki ₍^. .^₎⟆ Motylek i kpopiara od 2020 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Blog jest moim pamiętnikiem i nie ma na celu nikogo urazić ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

Jeśli jesteś w trakcie recovery i trafiłeś/aś tu przypadkiem nie zawracaj sobie główki moim blogiem i zdrowiej (づ> v <)づ♡

A jeśli jesteś random osóbką która nie chce widzieć takich treści możesz mnie zablokować 𐙚⋆°.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Jak już mówiłam jestem Maki, oczywiście nie jest to moje prawdziwe imie ale moim zdaniem bardziej do mnie pasuje ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Moja przygoda z aną zaczęła się w 2020 roku chwile przed pandemią

wtedy też zaczęło się moje zainteresowanie k-popem i idolami ˚ʚɞ｡⋆

A co ma ana do k-popu? Tak naprawdę bardzo dużo - bo jak idole to diety, bo przecież żeby osiągnąć sukces trzeba być chudziutkim ⋆˚࿔

Moim zdaniem idole i idolki są najlepszą inspiracją ᯓ❤︎

✦•┈๑⋅⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋅๑┈•✦

―୨୧⋆ ˚ Motylowe info:

→ Wzrost: 154 cm

→ Waga: 49.7 kg

→ Bmi: 21

―୨୧⋆ ˚ Waga:

→ SW: 49.7

→ HW: 51

→ CW: 49

―୨୧⋆ ˚ Cele:

→ 45 kg

→ 40 kg

→ 35 kg

→ 30 kg

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[princess-vashti]

( PLURALKIT / BIO ) pk bio + emoji themed discord bios

- pk bio -

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╰ flg flg flg . . .

**in**~~fo~~ . in*fo* __*+*__ [!](link)

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- general bios -

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🐇 ﹒ *name* ✿ name ⊹

prn/prn ᐢ..ᐢ🥕

**dd/mm/yy**

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__n__ame . . . 🌊

. prn **prn** ✧

🪼 info info info

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𐙚 ***n***_ame_ 🕸️ prn . *prn*

┆︎ age__teen__ 🎀🕷️

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name 🌙 name

★ < name/date 3

prn☆prn ﹔ age 🌟

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︶︶🌸 ⌕ *name* 💞 ⊹

✦ prn / prn ❀

⏝⏝ ⏝⏝ ⏝⏝ ⏝⏝

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➺ name name ♣

🎲 prn prn ┈

info info info 🃏

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≺ name / name ≻⎯📷

prn / prn 📹

sym sym2 ˼

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- credits and stuff -

prn = pronoun

dd/mm/yy = day/month/year

sym = replace with ⚣ ⚢ ⚤⚥

sym2 = replace with ♈︎ ♉︎ ♊︎ ♋︎ ♌︎ ♍︎ ♎︎ ♏︎ ♐︎ ♑︎ ♒︎ ♓︎

remember to copy the _ _ above and below the template for it to work correctly!

ein_not_ian on discord lmk if I used any closed symbols

free to edit

if asked where bio is from please link my Tumblr 👍🏻

- notes -

none! have a good day -Vesryn

[jennysamslady]

༉‧₊˚. "Echoes of the past"

Chapter 1

Pairings: Sam Winchester x OC Female! Reader x Dean Winchester (Not Poly)

Word count: 9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, Reader is a baddie

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3 and this is my first time writing a series !! send some love. thanks so much for reading through my yap sesh. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Summary:A seasoned hunter with a past tied to the Winchesters, Jennifer is drawn to a chilling case in Sandpoint, Idaho—two men, two murders, and a mysterious woman at the center of it all. But just as she pieces together the puzzle, an unexpected call from John Winchester changes everything. He’s in hiding, demons are closing in, and he needs her to watch over Sam and Dean.

Tracking the brothers to Jericho, California, Jennifer is forced to confront old ghosts—both literal and personal. A sinister Woman in White lurks in the shadows, but something darker looms beneath the surface. As tensions rise and past wounds reopen, Jennifer’s nightmares whisper of a fate she refuses to name.

She’s keeping secrets. The kind that can save lives—or end them.

Sandpoint, Idaho – September 13, 2005

The sun was setting, its golden light slipping through the thin gap in the motel curtains, casting long shadows across the room. You sat on the bed, dismantling and reassembling your gun with practiced speed, your hands moving on instinct. It wasn’t just a habit—it was a competition, a silent race against yourself.

Your laptop screen flickered with grainy CCTV footage from a local bar, the common link between two recent murders. Two men, on separate nights, had killed their closest loved ones. Both claimed they did it for the love of their life—a woman they had met at that very bar. Their words had been eerily identical. That was no coincidence.

Then, you saw it. Two women in the footage, their eyes flashing unnaturally—a telltale sign of sirens. That was unusual. Sirens typically worked alone. But for a hunter at your level? It wouldn’t be a problem.

Your phone buzzed. Unknown Number. You ignored it.

It rang again. Persistent.

With a sigh, you picked up.

"Jennifer, I need you to do me a favor."

Your eyes narrowed slightly at the familiar voice. John Winchester. Not surprising, but unexpected. It had been almost more than 5 years since John called you that too for a favor. You had a million questions in your mind not for him but for yourself. You expected him to call like this much later not right after it had barely been a year since sam left for college. 

"Depends on what you're asking for, John," you replied, smirking.

You had always supported Sam’s decision to leave for college—hell, you had managed to squeeze in your own degrees in anthropology and mythology while still hunting every few weeks. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t last. You had seen this moment before.

John’s voice was lower than usual, tinged with something rare—concern. "I need you to watch over Sam and Dean… I’m in hiding. I’ve got leads on the yellow-eyed demon."

You scoffed. "You mean Azazel, the said Prince of Hell? You do know he’s not the 1st prince?” Your voice carried a slight tease, but the name itself left a bitter taste in your mouth.

John hesitated. "How did y—never mind. I didn’t know any of this for a matter of fact…but… Yeah, him. Every demon’s after me, and sooner or later, Sam and Dean are gonna get caught in the crossfire. I have a feeling. Better to prepare them now."

"I know, and welcome for the free info" you said simply.

“yeah…Figured,” he muttered.

You leaned back against the headboard, watching the footage out of the corner of your eye. "So, you’re after the Colt?” Smirking since you had the lead on it more than him. Your nightmares were a much of help as much as pain. They showed you the truth…always. Of how people died what the future holds for them and to some of your close one aswell. Also leaving you with the burden of protecting them without actually telling them how it happens because you know that wont change a thing expect only you could. 

Silence. Then, finally, "…Yes."

You let out a dry chuckle. "And you’re sure this isn’t just some elaborate plan to push Dean and Sam back together?"

More silence. That told you everything.

"Yeah, figured. Sentiment’s not really your thing, huh?"

John exhaled. "You taking the job or not, kid?"

You rolled your eyes. "I’m down for it."

The call ended abruptly. A moment later, a message flashed on your screen.

" Jericho, California "

You exhaled through your nose, pushing some buttons on your phone. A trusted hunter—one of the few you called a friend—picked up. "I’m sending you my motel info. Got a siren case that needs closing."

After a brief exchange, you hung up, shoved your gear into your duffel, and grabbed your leather jacket off the bed. On your way out, you snagged a couple of Monster energy drinks and some beers for the four-hour drive.

As you took a quick break to eat, you pulled up articles on Jericho. Multiple mysterious deaths—all victims had driven their cars off an unfinished bridge. That screamed supernatural. And it meant Dean and Sam would be there.The thought of them brought back memories, ones you’d tried to keep locked away.

You remembered the first time you met Dean. You were three. And he was younger just 2 months, but it didn’t matter. You’d been inseparable. The best of friends. You two had spent hours playing, laughing, getting into trouble together. Back then, there wasn’t a day you didn’t see him by your side.

But that was a lifetime ago. None of that felt real anymore. You couldn't remember your parents—not their faces, not their voices. Just a strange blankness where they should’ve been. Your house, the one you’d lived in with them, had burned down, just a week after Mary Winchester’s house caught fire. That night, that fire—everything had changed. You hadn’t known it at the time, but in the blink of an eye, your life had been turned upside down.

Bobby had taken you in when you were just eight. You traveled with the Winchesters for three years before that, travelling with them and taking care of sam as he was awfully young at the time. You learnt the ropes, became a part of the supernatural world. A world that was far different from the one you’d known before the fire.

But when you turned sixteen, things changed again. Dean became more distant than before, pulling away from you in ways you didn’t understand. You had a stupid girl crush on him back then—thought maybe he’d notice you the way he noticed everyone else. But he didn’t. And slowly, that crushed part of you had turned into something colder. Something more guarded. Dean’s absence didn’t hurt as much anymore, but it still stung.

Shaking the thoughts away, you focused back on the road. There was no time to dwell on the past—not when there were monsters to hunt and a world that needed saving. But as much as you tried to push it down, that ache never really went away. And you knew that the moment you saw Dean again, all of those old feelings would come rushing back. But you wouldn’t let them show. Not this time. Not anymore.

~

The night air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of insects and the whisper of rustling trees. You pulled up near the construction site just past eleven, where the latest victim had met their end.

Then, headlights cut through the darkness.

A sleek, black 1967 Chevrolet Impala rumbled onto the scene, its low growl breaking the silence. You recognized it instantly.

Dean’s car.

Two tall figures emerged, both clad in leather. Even without seeing their faces, you knew exactly who they were.

Dean and Sam Winchester.

And they were heading straight for you.

“Hey, lady! You shouldn’t be out here so late,” the shorter one called out.

Dean.

He approached, stopping just a few feet away. As you turned to face them, recognition flickered across their faces.

“Hello, boys,” you greeted, your tone laced with sass.

Dean muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Sam to hear, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sam shot him a questioning glance before stepping forward, a grin spreading across his face. “Jenny? Man, last place I thought I’d see you,” he said, wrapping you in a warm hug.

You chuckled. “Well, death follows me, so I follow death. What can I say?”

Pulling back, you glanced at Dean, who had yet to say a word. You smirked. “Hi back to you too, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped in and hugged him anyway. He stiffened for a second before sighing and melting into it, his arms wrapping around you.

“Hi, Jen,” he murmured against your ear, his voice softer than expected.

Your heart did a little flip, but you played it off with a smirk as you pulled away.

“So, I’m guessing the case brought you here?” Dean asked, slipping back into business mode.

"Not exactly," you admitted, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "Spirits are a little below my pay grade love"

Dean's brow twitched, and you couldn’t help but smirk. Sam amused. 

"Actually, I got a message that led me here. Figured it was worth checking out. And now, here I am—stuck with you two." You let out an exaggerated sigh, as if the thought of their company was pure torture.

Sam's face twisted in confusion. "You say that like it's such a bad thing to be around us."

You laughed, nudging his arm. "Relax, Sammy. I'm messing with you.”

Dean froze mid-step, snapping his gaze toward Sam, then you, then back again. Wait.

Sam didn’t even blink at the nickname. Instead, he just nodded. 

Dean’s brow furrowed. “Hold up—what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Dean gestured vaguely between you and Sam. “You just called him Sammy.”

You shrugged. “Yeah. And?”

Dean pointed at his brother. “And he let you.”

You smirked, tilting your head toward Sam. “He doesn’t let you?”

Dean scowled. “No, he doesn’t.”

Sam just shrugged. “I don’t mind when she says it.”

Dean’s expression was priceless. Like someone just told him the sky wasn’t blue. “You—you don’t mind?”

You shot Dean a smug look. “Jealous?”

Dean scoffed, crossing his arms. “No.” Then, after a beat, “Okay, maybe a little.”

You patted his shoulder as you passed him. “You’ll get over it, love”

Dean blinked after you, then turned to Sam. “Dude, seriously?”

Sam just gave a knowing smirk and followed after you.

Dean groaned. “This is bull—”

Dean huffed, amused. Changing the topic “Well Funny, ‘cause our dad’s last known stop was here, too. Can I check the number you got that message from?” He asked extending his hand in front of you as you gave it to him already deleted your recent call interaction with the same number. 

“Thats dads number….”

That got Sam’s attention. His expression sharpened, scanning you like he was trying to piece something together. "You got any leads? Besides this bridge?"

You shrugged. "Not really. I’ll let you boys take the lead. I’ll just make sure you don’t get yourselves killed. Sound good?"

Sam raised a brow, clearly debating whether to be grateful or suspicious. "Alright then."

Dean just shook his head, smirking. "This should be interesting."

~

The night hung heavy, the distant croak of frogs and hum of insects weaving into the eerie silence near the abandoned house. The place loomed just beyond the bridge, its rotting frame barely standing against the wind. The sagging porch looked one strong gust away from collapse, and the shattered windows yawned like hollow eyes in the dark.

Dean pulled the Impala up beside your Mustang, killing the engine with a low grumble. Sam, ever the researcher, was already flipping through a worn leather notebook filled with scribbled notes and local lore. You watched as his brow furrowed in concentration, lips moving slightly as he tried to piece things together.

Dean, meanwhile, leaned against the hood of the Impala, arms crossed. He let out a deep sigh, glancing toward the house with mild irritation. “Alright, let’s go over this one more time. We got the classic Woman in White—vengeful spirit, offing unfaithful guys. Did I miss anything?”

Sam skimmed his notes again. “Yeah get this her name was Constance Welch. Lived here with her husband and kids. Supposedly went mad, drowned her children in the river, and then killed herself. Standard tragic ghost origin story.”

You tilted your head, already unimpressed. “Uh-huh. And you got all that from, what? A quick Google search?”

Dean shot you a look. “We did actual research.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Oh, I’m sure.”

Sam ignored you, flipping a page in his notebook. “We’ve got five victims so far, all guys. No sign of physical struggle, just—poof. Gone. And then their bodies show up days later, looking like they died of fright.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, so she’s luring them to their deaths. But why the bridge?”

Sam frowned, glancing toward the old structure looming in the distance. “Well, she was last seen here before she died. Maybe it’s her anchor?”

Dean let out a sharp exhale, rubbing a hand over his face. “Great. So, we torch the bridge, problem solved.”

Sam gave him a flat look. “That’s not how this works.”

Dean groaned. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Then what are we missing?”

You watched, highly amused, as they visibly struggled to put the pieces together. Sam kept flipping pages, scanning old reports and crime scene photos, while Dean tapped his fingers against the Impala impatiently.

Finally, you couldn’t help yourself. You let out an exaggerated yawn, stretching against the side of your car. “Wow. You guys are so good at this. Truly impressive.”

Dean turned to glare at you. “Alright, what’s with the smirk?”

“Oh, nothing,” you drawled, twirling your thick iron bar in your hands. “It’s just really cute watching you two work through something I figured out hours ago.”

Sam looked up, brows knitting together. “Wait, what?”

“I already solved the case.” You inspected your nails, feigning boredom. “Like, before you even got here.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah? Then why the hell are you still here?”

You smirked. “Because watching you two stumble through the mystery is way more entertaining love. ”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh, muttering something under his breath before turning back to the house. “Whatever. Just stay here and don’t get yourself killed.”

You lifted your iron bar. “Please. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

Sam gave you a long, knowing glance but didn’t argue as he followed Dean toward the house.

You leaned back against your Mustang, shaking your head. This was going to be fun.

From your spot by the cars, you listened as the boys moved through the crumbling house, the floorboards groaning under their boots. Muffled voices carried through the night, their conversation breaking the eerie silence.

“This place is falling apart,” Sam muttered.

Dean snorted. “Yeah, well, it’s not like she needed a home makeover.”

You smirked, shaking your head. Same old Dean.

You shifted your grip on the thick iron bar, fingers tightening around the cool metal. Not because you were worried—you weren’t. Ghosts didn’t faze you. They were predictable, tied to their deaths and reliving their tragedies like broken records.

And Constance Welch? She was no different.

Then, right on cue, a sharp, bone-chilling scream sliced through the air.

You straightened, eyes snapping toward the house just as a blur of white darted past the shattered windows. A second later, Sam and Dean came crashing through the front door, stumbling onto the porch like a pair of rookies.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered.

Dean wiped at a fresh scratch on his face, glaring toward the house. “She’s pissed.”

“You think?” Sam huffed, brushing dust off his jacket. “We found some old newspaper clippings inside. Turns out she didn’t drown herself—her husband buried her in the basement.”

You arched a brow. “And you didn’t lead with that?”

Dean scowled. “We were getting to it.”

But you weren’t paying attention anymore.

The air shifted, dropping to an unnatural chill. Your breath curled in front of you.

“She’s coming back,” you said smoothly.

Sam stiffened. “How do you—”

Before he could finish, you moved—spinning on your heel just as Constance materialized behind them, her hollow eyes locked onto Dean.

Without hesitation, you swung the iron bar like a home run hitter, striking her mid-lunge. The impact sent her flickering like a bad signal before she was flung backward, vanishing into mist.

Dean let out a low whistle. “Well, damn.”

Sam blinked at you, still trying to process what just happened. “You barely even looked phased.”

You twirled the iron bar with ease, smirking. “It’s almost like I know what I’m doing.”

Dean ignored that, glancing back at the house. “Alright, we need to burn her bones. Basement. Now.”

But you weren’t done yet.

“Not yet,” you muttered.

Dean gave you a look. “The hell do you mean, ‘not yet’?”

You took a step forward, eyes scanning the darkness. The temperature hadn’t risen yet. Which meant—

There.

You caught the flicker of movement before it happened—saw the way the shadows shifted unnaturally.

“Duck,” you ordered.

Neither of them hesitated—they dropped to the ground just as Constance lunged again, aiming straight for Dean.

This time, you didn’t even bother using the bar. Instead, you sidestepped smoothly, yanking a handful of salt from your pocket and tossing it directly at her.

She shrieked, the sound grating against your skull as she dispersed into thin air.

Sam exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I—I didn’t even see her that time.”

Dean shot you a wary glance. “Alright, seriously. How the hell did you know?”

You just smiled. They didn’t need to know everything.

“Lucky guess.”

Dean narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. Sam just sighed.

Dean shook his head. “Whatever. Let’s burn the damn bones before she decides to play round three.”

You twirled your iron bar again, gesturing toward the house. “Lead the way, boys.”

The next ten minutes were a flurry of movement—Dean and Sam dug through the rotting basement floor, finally unearthing Constance’s remains. You stood watch at the top of the stairs, iron bar at the ready in case she decided to show up for one last hurrah.

She did.

Constance lashed out one last time, her wailing form barreling straight toward Dean.

“Oh, hell no,” you muttered, stepping forward.

You grabbed the salt from your pocket and flung a handful at her. She shrieked, flickering violently before disappearing.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said smugly.

Dean coughed, wiping dirt from his hands. “You could’ve done that earlier.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have learned anything.”

Sam snorted, tossing the last bit of gasoline onto the bones. “Let’s just finish this.”

A single match later, flames erupted, the fire crackling as the spirit let out one final wail before vanishing completely.

Silence followed.

Dean dusted himself off. “Well, that was fun.”

Sam sighed. “Define fun.”

You grinned. “Watching you two struggle for the past hour? Very fun.”

Dean huffed. “You’re lucky we like you.”

“Oh, I know.”

With the case finally closed, the three of you made your way back to the cars, the night air no longer carrying that same eerie chill. You leaned against your Mustang, arms crossed.

Dean eyed you suspiciously. “Alright, seriously. How’d you figure it out so fast?”

You shrugged. “I pay attention.”

Sam shook his head, smiling. “Remind me never to bet against you.”

Dean groaned. “Great. She’s got a bigger head now.”

You smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, Dean. My head was already plenty big before this.”

Dean just shook his head, climbing into the Impala. “This is gonna be a long night.”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah. But at least it won’t be boring.”

The three of you walked back toward the cars, the night air thick with lingering tension. The fire crackled in the distance, the scent of burning wood and decay still heavy in the air. The case was over. But the conversation? Not even close.

You could feel their eyes on you—both of them trying to piece you together.

Dean was the first to speak, his voice edged with suspicion. “Alright, I’ll bite. What the hell are you really doing here?”

You exhaled slowly, brushing dust off your jacket. “I told you. Working a case.”

Sam, ever the more patient one, tilted his head. “Yeah, but why this case? Why this town? I mean, you don’t just randomly show up in the same place as us. That’s not a coincidence.”

You turned toward Sam, giving him a small, almost fond smile. “Would you believe me if I said I just had a feeling?”

His brow furrowed slightly, but there was no hostility in his expression—just curiosity. “A feeling?”

You nodded. “Call it instinct.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, sure. That’s not suspicious at all.”

Your expression hardened as you turned to face him, all traces of warmth gone. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Dean.”

Dean blinked, caught off guard by the sudden chill in your tone. “Okay, damn. No need to get all—”

“You’re the one demanding answers,” you cut in sharply. “I don’t see you handing any out.”

Sam sighed, already sensing the brewing tension. “Alright, alright. Let’s just—take a second, yeah?” He glanced between the two of you before settling on you. “But you’re really sticking with us? Just like that?”

Your gaze softened when you looked at him. “I want to find your dad too.”

Sam’s expression shifted—a mix of surprise and something else. Maybe gratitude. Maybe curiosity. Maybe both. “Why?”

You hesitated for a second, just enough to make it look like there was more to it than you were letting on. Then, you shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

Dean let out a dry laugh. “Oh, great. Another damn mystery.”

You ignored him completely, turning back to your '69 Mustang. It was sleek, **matte black, with a low, aggressive stance—**a car that didn’t just exist on the road; it owned it. You pulled out your phone, dialling a number.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said casually when the call connected. “Yeah, I need my car picked up. No, nothing’s wrong—I just need it taken back to my place. Yeah. Thanks.”

Hanging up, you turned back to Sam, offering him a small smile. “Looks like I’m riding with you boys for a while.”

Sam chuckled softly. “Well, I guess it’ll be good to have another person around.”

Dean leaned against the Impala, watching you with narrowed eyes. “And what? You’re just inviting yourself along?”

You met his gaze, your expression unreadable. “Looks like it.”

He scoffed. “Not even gonna ask?”

You smirked. “Would you have said no?”

Dean opened his mouth, then shut it, exhaling through his nose. “You’re annoying.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” you deadpanned before looking back at Sam. “Hope you don’t mind me tagging along.”

Sam smiled. “Nah, I think it’ll be nice.”

Dean threw his hands up. “Oh, so when she pulls this, it’s fine, but when I do—”

Sam shot him a look. “Dean.”

Dean sighed, muttering something under his breath. You just smirked.

As you leaned against your Mustang, arms crossed, you could already see Dean eyeing you, that signature smirk creeping onto his face.

“So, Jen,” he started smoothly, stepping closer, “since you’re riding with us, I gotta ask—are you gonna be able to handle being stuck in close quarters with me?”

You didn’t even look up. “I’ll survive.”

Dean chuckled, unfazed. “You sure? ‘Cause, y’know, some people find me irresistible after a while.”

You glanced at him, deadpan. “Lucky for me, I’m not ‘some people.’”

Sam snorted, clearly enjoying the show.

Dean put a hand over his chest, feigning deep offence. “Ouch. That one actually hurt a little.”

You smirked. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Dean perked up. “I mean—”

“No love” You turned away before he could finish, fighting the grin threatening to break through.

Dean exhaled, muttering, “You’re gonna be a real pain in my ass, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

Sam shook his head, amused, and you turned to him with a smile. “You good, Sammy?”

he just nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You were talking to the guy here for your car talking to him in a distance. “Well then I guess there is no reason for me to be with you now dean you got her you both can probably find dad without me…” sam spoke after a long silence

“Yeah but its dad sam….ill drop you off to say bye to your girl whoever she is…”dean says. Sam nodded.

You drove for another 14 hours back to Stanford fighting for which music to be played.

~

Sam stepped into his apartment after a long day of hunting with Dean, his thoughts weighed down by the decision he had just made. He’d agreed to join his brother on the road, leaving behind the life he had carefully started to build. The door clicked shut behind him, and the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the soft hum of Jessica moving around the kitchen.

"Hey, you're home early," she greeted, her voice warm as she smiled and walked toward him.

Sam managed a small smile in return, but the heaviness in his chest made it feel forced. "Yeah, just wanted to check in before—"

His words were cut off as she leaned in and kissed him, the warmth of her touch grounding him. He didn’t want to pull away, but reality loomed.

“I’m sorry, Jess,” he murmured, gently breaking the kiss. “But I’ve got to go.”

Her smile faltered, her brows furrowing slightly. “I know. I don’t get it, Sam. You’re leaving... and I don’t understand why.”

He rubbed his hand over his face, the tiredness in his eyes matching the sadness in his heart. "I don’t understand it either, but I have to go. I’ve got to help Dean."

Her expression softened, her hands finding his, holding on tightly as if trying to keep him there, keep him safe. "I’ll be here when you get back. Just… don’t keep running forever, Sam. You’ve got a life here."

Before Sam could respond, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Dean—another reminder that the family business always called him back.

“I’ll be back soon,” Sam said, his voice firm but lacking conviction. "We’ll figure this out."

Jessica watched him, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something else—fear—but Sam, lost in his own turmoil, didn’t notice. He gave her one last fleeting look before heading out the door, his mind already a thousand miles away.

~

Outside, you stood by the Impala, your arms crossed, arguing with Dean about the case.

“I’m telling you, Dean, we’re missing something,” you insisted, frustration seeping into your voice as you tapped your foot. "We’re not looking in the right places."

Dean, his patience wearing thin, crossed his arms and leaned against the car. “You don’t think I know that? We’ve been chasing our tails all day. If you’ve got a better idea, let’s hear it.”

You shot him an exasperated look. "We need to think bigger. Your theory is too small."

Dean rolled his eyes, clearly done with the conversation. "Great. Now we’re getting all philosophical. What next, a séance?"

You were about to snap back at him when suddenly, everything shifted. The air, heavy and charged, felt wrong—suffocating even. You stopped mid-sentence, your senses on high alert.

“Dean… do you smell that?”

Dean frowned, looking around. “Smell what? The way you’re turning this into some drama?”

“No, seriously. I smell fire.”

Dean snorted, dismissing it. “Fire? Nah. There’s no fire—”

But as soon as he said it, both of you froze. The scent of burning—smoke, scorched wood—hit your noses, unmistakable and sharp.

You and Dean exchanged a quick glance.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

Without wasting a second, you both sprinted toward the Impala, adrenaline kicking in. Dean’s foot slammed on the gas, the car roaring to life as you tore through the streets, your mind racing. You didn’t need to say it aloud; you both knew exactly what had happened.

When you arrived, the building was already engulfed in flames. Sam’s apartment—the one where he had been building a life with Jessica—was being consumed by the fire. Without hesitation, you threw open the car door and bolted toward the building, the heat from the blaze already intense against your skin.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he ran ahead.

You followed, your heart pounding as smoke billowed from the windows. Through the thick haze, you could see the shape of someone moving inside.

"Sam!" you shouted again, louder this time, your voice cracking.

Dean didn’t waste a second. He slammed his shoulder into the door, breaking it down with ease, and the two of you rushed in.

The smoke inside was thick, almost impenetrable. You could barely see through the haze. But then you saw him—Sam’s unconscious form, slumped against the door, barely breathing.

“Grab him!” Dean yelled at you.

You didn’t hesitate. You reached for Sam, pulling him from the flames with Dean’s help, the heat and smoke almost unbearable. But adrenaline surged through you, fuelling your every move. Sam’s body felt limp in your arms, but his pulse was there, faint and erratic.

“Jess... where’s Jess?” Sam mumbled, his voice barely audible, his confusion cutting into you like a knife.

You froze. The question hung in the air—where was Jessica? The fire had been set with her still inside. You didn’t need confirmation to know it was true. Sam’s face was pale, his eyes clouded with disbelief. But you knew, deep down, that she was gone.

Dean didn’t answer, his face hard as he threw Sam’s arm over his shoulder, helping him toward the door. You followed, your mind racing with the implications. You couldn’t ignore it anymore. The events, the fire, Jessica’s death—it all pointed back to something far more sinister. Azazel. The demon who had been manipulating events from the shadows.

But you didn’t voice it. Not yet. You kept your face blank, hiding the depth of your thoughts. This wasn’t the time to confront Sam. Not when he was in this state.

The three of you got into the Impala. The ride was dead silent except for the occasional hitching breath from Sam, still in shock. Dean had his jaw clenched tight, and you couldn’t help but feel the same wave of grief and helplessness but it didn’t affect you much after what you’ve been through. It was merely a drop in water in a ocean full of it. 

The road stretched ahead of you, but it felt like the world was closing in. You’d seen a lot in your life and this wasn’t any different from the time Mary Winchester died…..After hours of driving, you pulled into a motel, the lights flickering in the distance.

Dean was the first to break the silence. “I’ll take the first watch,” he muttered. “You need anything, Sam?”

Sam didn’t respond. His eyes were vacant, as if he hadn’t even heard Dean.

You looked at Sam and then back at Dean, offering a quiet, reassuring smile. “Let me take him. Get some rest.”

Dean nodded, though his eyes were filled with concern for his brother. “Alright. Just don’t let him wander off, okay?”

You didn’t answer at first. Instead, you gently helped Sam out of the car, guiding him toward the motel room.

~

It was 3 a.m. You couldn’t sleep. It was one of those nights where the nightmares came, sharp and relentless, and you didn’t want to drag anyone else into that darkness. The Winchesters were both asleep in their respective rooms, peaceful in the kind of sleep you hadn’t had in years.

You didn’t want to wake them, but you couldn’t sit still either. So, you buried yourself in work, flipping through cases, searching for something to focus on. You were handling cases across the U.S., the ones others couldn’t, but you had your reasons for staying out of the limelight. You weren’t known by your real name; to most, you were just "The Night Fang" or "The Reaper of Hell" You’d killed nearly a hundred Hellhounds, and you were damn good at it. You kept it a secret from everyone, except for Bobby Singer, the closest thing you had to a father, and Jake Wyler, your Bestfriend who had become more like family.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. You glanced at the screen—it was Bobby.

You picked up immediately, trying to mask the surprise in your voice. “Hey, Dad… what’s up? Are you alright? How’d you call so late?”

Bobby’s deep voice rumbled through the receiver. “No, just wanted to check in… figured you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Made me uneasy, so I called.”

You sat up straighter, concern creeping in. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for checking in, though.” You hesitated for a moment before flipping through your journal, skimming past old cases. “Give me a second, Bobby.”

“Sure thing,” he replied calmly.

You quickly found the name you were looking for—Red Springs. A case that had slipped under the radar, but something about it felt off. You reached for your contacts, dialing the number for Jacob Wayne, an old hunter who could help.

As you spoke, you heard the faint sound of movement behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, spotting Sam, now sitting up in bed, staring at you. You finished the call with Bobby, your tone rushed as you closed it out. “Yeah, I’ll call you later. Take care, bye.”

You set the phone down and looked at Sam. “When did you wake up?”

“A few minutes ago…” he answered, his voice hoarse from sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep, I’m guessing?” you asked, the statement more than a question.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of curiosity and concern. “So… this is what you do? Give anonymous leads to other hunters? Or what?” He was sitting up now, the sheets tangled around his legs as he watched you.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, turning your focus back to the case in front of you. “Less collateral damage this way, actually…”

Sam tilted his head, clearly not understanding. “You never told me about any of this…”

You sighed, leaning back slightly, feeling the weight of years of silence. “Well, talking about family business wasn’t exactly the best topic with you, Sam. Not when I could see your face fall every time it came up.”

He winced, but nodded. “Yeah, I guess. But now it’s not just family business, right? It’s your life. I’m not stopping you.” His expression was guarded but searching, as if trying to find the words he hadn’t spoken in years.

You paused, feeling the sudden shift in the air between you. “Yeah, I can tell you. I’d love to actually.” A bright, teasing smile tugged at your lips, and for a moment, you could see the surprise in Sam’s eyes. It had been a long time since he’d seen you smile like that—genuinely, without the weight of the world behind it.

Sam’s heart skipped. He hadn’t expected the smile, but it hit him in a way he wasn’t ready for. The feelings he had pushed down for years flooded back, memories of you from before Jessica, from when he was a kid, when he thought it was just a crush. But no, it had always been more than that. Even after everything, he couldn’t seem to shake it. He had always believed that you saw him as nothing more than a younger brother, but now... it felt like that was changing.

Before Sam could think too much about it, you broke the silence, standing up from the bed. “Well, come for a walk with me then. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Sam snapped out of his trance, his eyes still lingering on you. “Uh, yeah, sure…”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful glint in your eye. “Hurry up, Sammy.”

Sam blinked at the nickname, but it sent a jolt through him. You had been calling him that for years, and despite everything, he had always found comfort in it. No one else called him that—not even Dean. It felt familiar, and for the first time in a long while, it made him feel like he wasn’t alone in the world.

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You stepped outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as you waited for Sam. The moment he joined you, you started walking in silence, the moonlight casting long shadows across the path.

Finally, Sam spoke, his voice softer than usual. “You never told me much… about what you were doing all these years… After high school… You kept me in the dark… Never let the topic linger around you, but always interested in mine though… why?”

You paused, your steps slowing just slightly. The question hit deeper than you expected, but you shrugged it off, brushing it aside with practiced ease. “I don’t know… It wasn’t as easy then. But I guess I’ve grown accustomed to it now… I could now, you know,” you said, raising an eyebrow and smirking, the look you gave him one that only you could pull off. It was a smile that seemed to play with the edges of his thoughts, the kind that made his chest tighten, like butterflies trying to take flight.

Sensing the shift, Sam’s curiosity piqued. “Sooo… tell me. I’m all ears.” His voice was light, but there was a hint of something deeper—something vulnerable—as he glanced back at you, waiting for whatever came next.

You let out a soft chuckle, your smirk not fading as you looked over at him. “Well, after high school… I might’ve gotten a scholarship to Princeton… And I might’ve squeezed my way into degrees in anthropology and mythology—both bachelors and masters.”

You waited for his reaction, not sure what he’d think of the admission. Sam blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, you—what? You did all that?”

“Yeah,” you said with a small shrug, your voice casual but there was pride hidden behind it. “And before you ask, yes, I did it in five years. It wasn’t easy, but I made it work… while hunting. You know how it goes.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Wait, you’re telling me you were studying those degrees and hunting every month?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, keeping your gaze ahead as you walked, the rhythm of your steps matching the weight of your words. “Some months, it was more hunting than studying, but yeah… a lot of sleepless nights, a lot of road trips between classes, and a lot of pretending to be a normal college student.”

You shot him a playful smirk, your eyes narrowing slightly. “Even pulled a boy, not so proud of it.”

Sam blinked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “What was that about?”

“Well, you’ll know when you meet him,” you said with a shrug, though there was an edge to your voice that made it clear you weren’t quite over the whole thing. “Apparently, our paths collide inevitably.”

The conversation shifted as you recalled the first hunt with Bobby, the first time you stepped into the world of monsters, a world that was nothing like the books you’d read.

“The first hunt…” you paused, a quiet smile tugging at your lips as memories flooded back. “That was with Bobby. It was a vampire nest—your classic case. But I was 16. The real deal. Bobby took me to a warehouse, and we ended up fighting off a group of vamps. They didn’t know what hit ‘em. And I… well, I took them out. Alone.”

Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth dropped open slightly. “You were 16, and Bobby took you on a hunt? No wonder you turned out so…” He trailed off, clearly searching for the right word.

“Dangerous?” you offered with a knowing smile, half teasing, half serious.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head as if trying to wrap his mind around the fact. “I can’t even imagine.”

“Well, unlike you,” you said with a slight smirk, “I remember I trained every day since I was 13. Don’t know what got into me, but I pushed myself for everything—anything that could help me fight the monsters I studied with Bobby during late nights. And I remember feeling so damn proud after my first real hunt, after three years of intense training. Dad—he was so proud of me… It’s one of those memories that stuck with me.”

Sam’s heart tightened as he listened, an overwhelming sense of admiration creeping in. There was something about the way you spoke, so passionate and proud of everything you had accomplished, that made his chest flutter. He didn’t know why, but it was like hearing a side of you he had never truly understood before, and it stirred something deep inside him.

A brief silence passed between you two, the ease of your earlier banter fading into something heavier, more intimate. Sam studied you, the weight of your words sinking in. He could tell there was more you weren’t sharing, something unspoken, lingering just beneath the surface.

Finally, Sam’s voice broke the quiet, softer than before. “What about your nightmares?” His words hung in the air, fragile and almost hesitant, as if testing the waters of a topic neither of you had really touched on before.

You felt the shift. You had been expecting the question—your thoughts had already been circling it. But that didn’t make it any easier to answer. You sighed, briefly looking away as the tension in your chest returned. You could feel the darkness of those memories creeping in, but you forced yourself to push through.

You felt the shift. The lightness of the conversation suddenly took a turn, and a weight settled in your chest. You had avoided this topic for so long, but Sam had asked, and for whatever reason, you felt compelled to answer him honestly.

“They’ve been with me for years, Sam. Since I was a kid.” You kept your voice steady, but it didn’t quite mask the underlying darkness. “I didn’t always understand them, but now… they’re just part of the deal. Nightmares of things I’ve done, things I’ve seen, things I’ve killed.” You gave him a glance, but didn’t let him see too much. “The ones that don’t ever let you sleep. They wake me up, and I end up going right back out there. No breaks. No time to process it all. You just keep going.”

Sam’s expression softened, and he didn’t ask for more. It was clear you weren’t ready to tell him the full depth of it, but he respected the silence. Still, you could see the way his gaze lingered on you, the weight of his emotions creeping through. His feelings for you—feelings that had been buried for years—were bubbling to the surface. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, not when you were standing there, revealing parts of yourself he had never expected.

You glanced at him, catching the look on his face, and it made you uncomfortable, though you wouldn’t admit it. You had always kept your distance, always shut down any emotion that might pull you in, but now, standing side by side with him, you couldn’t pretend it didn’t affect you.

“So,” you said, trying to shift the topic away from the dark cloud you had just shared. “What about you, Sammy? Got any more secrets I don’t know about?” You nudged his arm with your elbow, trying to break the tension that had settled between you.

Sam didn’t answer right away, his mind clearly still processing everything you’d just shared. After a few moments, he looked over at you, his expression uncertain but his voice steady as he spoke. “I don’t know. I thought I had everything figured out, but…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to make sense of it all. “I guess sometimes, you never really know, do you?”

You met his gaze, offering a soft, reassuring smile. Your tone was gentle, but there was a weight to your words, something unspoken but understood between the two of you. “No, Sammy. You don’t. But I know you, inside and out. You’ll figure it out. You always do. And I’m always here for you. You know that, right?”

You let the question linger in the air, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt, but his answer came easily, without hesitation.

“Yeah… yeah, I know,” Sam replied, his voice steady, though there was something more in his eyes now—something deeper. It was an unspoken promise, a quiet understanding that no matter where the road led, you’d be there for each other, even when the world seemed uncertain.

“Yeah… yeah, I know,” Sam replied, his voice steady, though there was something deeper in his eyes now—something unspoken. It was a quiet promise, a silent understanding that no matter where the road ahead led, you’d be there for each other, even when everything else felt uncertain.

The air between you two grew heavy with the weight of unsaid things, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was a silence that felt like it was meant to be, like the stillness allowed you both to process, to share a moment without words. You walked side by side, the distance between you shrinking in ways that words could never accomplish.

In the quiet, your minds seemed to speak to each other in ways the outside world couldn’t hear. You didn’t need to fill the space with chatter. The understanding was enough. It was as though, for the first time in a long time, you weren’t alone with your thoughts—and neither was Sam.

The silence stretched on, and for a moment, it seemed like the world around you had paused, just for the two of you. The night air was cool, the distant hum of crickets a soft soundtrack to the stillness. But then, you broke the silence, your voice cutting through the calm.

“Let’s head back to the motel,” you said, your tone quiet but firm.

Sam gave a slight nod, not pushing you to say more, but clearly still processing everything you’d shared. You both walked in step for a while, the rhythm of your footsteps matching the weight of the conversation you had just left behind. But there was still more you needed to say, more pieces of yourself you weren’t sure you could leave unsaid.

“Sam…” you started again, your voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “The things I can do, the things I know, they aren’t… human. Not anymore, anyway.”

Sam glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly, but he said nothing, just listened. You continued, each word leaving your lips like it was a confession you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’ve built walls, Sam. Walls around my heart, around my mind, around everything. I can take almost any physical pain and it barely phases me. It’s like… nothing really hurts anymore, you know? Not since the nightmares started. The stinging still lingers, but it doesn’t cut deep. It never really breaks through.”

You paused, feeling the weight of your own words. You tried to brush it off, but Sam could see the underlying sadness there, the pieces you hadn’t yet let go of.

“Some things still keep me sane though,” you continued, your voice growing quieter, more reflective. “You, Dean, Bobby... my friends... they’re the things that remind me there’s still something worth fighting for. You guys keep me tethered to something that feels real.”

Sam looked at you, his expression softening as he watched you, but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“The pain I feel isn’t like it used to be,” you continued, almost to yourself. “I can’t really feel anything the way I used to. Like a wall went up, you know? Physical and emotional pain? It just bounces off now. The nightmares, what they did to me, it changed everything. Made me… resistant.”

The words felt heavy as they settled between you, but you weren’t sure why you were even saying them. Maybe you needed to hear them out loud, to acknowledge it, to finally let someone else in.

“But there’s one thing I can’t take, Sam,” you said, your voice almost breaking. “If any of you—if any of you die, that’s the only thing I can’t stand. The only thing that would break me. And I won’t let it happen. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

You stopped walking for a moment, turning to look at him with a gravity in your eyes that you knew he’d understand.

“I’ve killed over a hundred Hellhounds, Sam. Nothing’s going to stop me from protecting you, from protecting Dean, from protecting anyone I care about. I’m not human anymore. I’m something else. Something that can’t be stopped. Something that has to protect. But there’s a price to it.”

Sam’s expression shifted, concern deepening as he processed your words. But you weren’t finished yet, and you needed him to understand.

“You don’t know what it’s like, to feel this power coursing through you and knowing that if your leash ever breaks—if anyone you love dies—that you won’t be the same anymore. You won’t be able to stop the monster inside.”

The words were out before you could stop them, and the weight of them hit you harder than you expected. You could feel your breath catch in your throat, and before you knew it, the first tear slipped down your cheek.

You quickly wiped it away, but Sam saw it. He saw the crack in your armor, the vulnerability you couldn’t hide anymore. He stopped walking, his hand gently resting on your shoulder, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as if grounding you back to him.

“Hey…” Sam’s voice was soft, more comforting than anything else. “It’s okay. You’re not alone, Jen.”

You shook your head, trying to hold yourself together. “But I am, Sam. I’m alone with this. And if I ever lose control—if I become that monster—it’ll be the end of everything. I don’t know what will happen then. I’m scared of who I might turn into.”

Sam’s heart ached as he watched you, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently cupping it as his thumb wiped away another tear.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, his voice thick with regret. “I didn’t know... I didn’t realize how much this was eating at you. But I promise, you’re not alone in this, Jen. You’re not a monster. And you won’t have to face it by yourself.”

You closed your eyes, taking a slow breath, trying to push the emotions back down. “I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t know if I can trust that anymore.”

“Then trust me,” Sam said, his voice steady, but there was a rawness to it now. “I won’t let you face this alone. We’ll fight this together.”

You looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, you felt something shift inside. Maybe it wasn’t enough to heal you completely, but it was something—something that made the weight a little easier to carry. You nodded, taking a deep breath. And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.

“I know, Sammy,” you said softly. “You’re not exactly a fan of hunting. You never were. You wanted something different—normal. Safe. And I get it. I do. But once you’re in this life, there’s barely a way out. Not really. Even if you try to run, it finds you again.” You paused, your voice steady but filled with something deeper. “I was given a choice once—leave it all behind or stay. And I stayed. Not because it was a family business, not because I had nowhere else to go, but because I knew the world needed us.”

You could see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that still longed for something different, something better.

“The loss of one hunter doesn’t just affect our lives, Sam. It costs innocent people theirs. If we turn away, if people like us refuse to fight, then there won’t be anyone left to save. And I can’t live with that. I won’t.” You took a breath, steadying yourself before continuing. “This isn’t just something I do—it’s who I am. Even if destiny had never called me to it, even if I had another path, I wouldn’t wish for a different life. Because this is the only way I know for sure that I can protect the people I love. That I can protect you.”

The words hung between you, heavy yet unshakable. Sam swallowed, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. Understanding. Guilt. Maybe even relief.

After a long moment, he nodded, his voice quieter now. “I think… I needed to hear that.”

You offered a small, knowing smile. “Yeah, I think you did too.”

The weight of the conversation settled between you both, not in a suffocating way, but in a way that felt grounding, real.

"Come on," you said, exhaling as you turned toward the road. "Let’s head back to the motel. The sun's rising. We’ll figure this out. Together."

For the first time in a long time, Sam didn’t feel so alone. Then again, with you, he never really did.

You made him feel safe. Like he belonged. Like someone truly saw him—not just as a hunter, not just as John Winchester’s son, but as Sam. And as he watched you, standing under the dim glow of the streetlight, he found himself taking in every detail. The way the light cast soft shadows across your face, highlighting the sharp edge of your jaw and the warmth in your eyes. The way your hair caught the breeze, strands dancing around your face before you tucked them behind your ear.

Sometimes, you were just like Dean—unyielding, with an unshakable confidence that you’d make it through anything, even if the entire universe stood against you. But at the same time, there were things that set you apart. Dean was all sharp edges, reckless and loud, hiding his pain behind sarcasm and bravado. You, on the other hand, were quiet in your strength. Steady. Unstoppable. You didn’t just survive—you endured.

And yet, there was something else about you, something softer. Something bitter and sweet all at once. A part of you that carried the weight of the world but never let it show unless you wanted to. A part of you that made Sam feel like you were something otherworldly—something perfect.

An angel in human skin.

And God help him, because he was starting to see you in a way that scared him. A way that made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, the life he thought he wanted—the normal, apple-pie life—wasn’t what he needed after all.

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# scarian // ⌞ coffee shop / college au ⌝

۶ৎ SYNOPSIS

Where in Grian works at a coffee shop with his siblings and met a new regular who moved to the city a month ago, Scar. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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# shinyduo # treebark # jizzie

➥ Grian, Lizzie & Jimmy are siblings

+ Pearl and Martyn are their cousin

➥ cub and scar are cousins

➥ mayhaps (ex) flower husbands

➥ my first au ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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ʚ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : very short ngl, whining, mentions of tears, really suggestive but i don’t finish it, TINY BIT of voyeurism, JUST SOME KINKY FREAKY SHIT. ɞ

ʚ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : 1061 words. i know i told myself that i’d challenge myself, but i’m not in the mood. i got tests to do on monday, so this is really short for that reason. i feel the urge to die ngl.. 😭 ɞ

ʚ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : basically, jeno is cockwarming the reader while he’s playing video games.. there’s not much else to it ngl. ɞ

ʚ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : me @luckych the idea might not have come directly from me and might’ve been done before, but none of my work is plagiarized. i wrote everything by myself, so you can obviously use the idea, but do NOT take my work and pass it off as your own, please and thank you. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ɞ

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jeno was busy in his room playing overwatch with haechan and mark. (i have never played overwatch nor do i know what their favorite game is so.. take that info however you want..) he had his headset on, shouting at his two friends to get better at the game or he was gonna stop playing with them.

you were sitting right on top of him, or should i say you were sitting on top of him while he was inside of you. how the predicament happened was that you told jeno that you were bored and you needed something to do. somehow he formed the bright idea to try cockwarming while he was playing video games.

of course you wouldn’t dare turn down the idea. i mean— it was the perfect cure to your boredom.

so that’s how you were sitting down on your boyfriend’s lap, playing on your phone while he cock was deep inside of you. it was hard to focus, believe it or not, when you just have a cock sitting inside of you but nothing is happening.

you were craving some sort of friction as your wetness was drenching him and his pants. while he was moving, it wasn't the movement that you needed. it felt nice to get some sort of collision of his tip hitting against your cervix, but you were close to pleading for more.

“haechan, either move the fuck out of the way, or play the game!,” jeno angrily yelled into his mic, his anger being through the roof. as jeno continues playing, he slams his fist against his desk, thrusting his hips as he immediately hits your g-spot.

you let out a small whine, the contact being more than enough to make your head spin. you almost drop your phone out of your hand, jerking forward at his one rough thrust. jeno immediately looks over his shoulder, seeing you softly pant against the palm of your hand.

jeno begins to smirk mischievously, keeping his hips still as he chuckles softly. after you finally caught your breath, your laid your head against his shoulder, begging and pleading for him to fuck you directly in his ear, to no avail. he still kept his hips still, playing his game more calmly than before.

“finally, haechan, do your part,” jeno said, smashing his fingers down on the keyboard as he shot at any enemies in sight. as you realized he has no plan to fuck you as you wanted, you took matters into your own hands.

you began to softly grind against his cock, feeling his cock swirl around the walls of your tight pussy. you softly moaned, your lips close towards the mic. you began to whine louder as the friction of your grinding just wasn’t good enough.

jeno immediately held your hip with his free hand, the other hand tapping the keys his game as he softly grunted. “keep still..,” jeno said in response to your grinding, gripping down on your hip tightly. he had a small scowl on his face, his eyebrows furrowed as he had to multitask.

“c’mon, jeno.. please. i need it — i need you..,” you pleaded, placing small kisses against his jawline. jeno softly grunted into the mic, neither haechan or mark batting an eye. jeno began to roughly smash his fingertips against the keys, the roughness echoing off the keys.

you knew that he wasn’t going to oblige to your demands, so you began to softly bounce against his cock, a soft squelching sound protruding from your soaking pussy. you immediately moaned, your mouth closer towards the mic. jeno placed his hand over your mouth, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

“what was that?,” mark asked, his voice being rather questioning as haechan was oblivious to the noise. jeno didn’t answer. he only thrusted his hips as the feeling of your tight, wet pussy enclosing him egged him on. you were finally gaining the pleasure you deserved, jeno’s hips thrusting up slower than you would’ve liked.

“faster.. please, faster!,” you cried out as he hit your g-spot with his cock head. you could feel him still thrusting at the same pace as he rolls his eyes with spite. you were whining like crazy, jeno still smashing his fingers on the keyboard like a madman as he had to one hand his game and keep your frantic body under his control.

as you were about to plead with him once again, he thrusted his hips hard, making you moan loudly. he immediately shoved his fingers in your mouth, haechan and mark immediately asking jeno questions as they heard the moan.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. you’re just hearing what you wanna hear..,” jeno said as he continued thrusting his hips, you sucking on his fingers with teary eyes as he chuckled softly.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - honestly, i feel like this was pretty good ngl.. i could’ve out a bit more effort, but i got school. (·•᷄∩•᷅ )

₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - again, this was made by me @luckych you can use my idea, but please, don’t copy my work word for word or repost my work anywhere. that’s all i ask.. (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)