#privatemuse

@fiightcr || kicks in the feels

There was a toughness to her which most hunters had, and so defining their feelings had never really been a necessary thing. Or so Cas thought. He believed she would know just how important she was to him. 

Then again, he’d pretty much been a WHORE after he lost his powers and Dean left him. The whole love guru phase had been about surrendering to and indulging in the DECADENCE of life, but it didn’t mean that Castiel wasn’t capable of feeling real, in-depth emotions. He LOVED her. He really did. Even when drugs numbed down everything else, it couldn’t lessen that. The former angel just didn’t know how to tell her though. 

@fiightcr || kicks in the feels

Diana lifted a single eyebrow at his curious behavior, but she didn’t comment on it. If anything, she had learned Bruce always had his reasons for doing what he did. 

“I didn’t give you mine, so I suppose you’d still have to look up mine,” she countered easily. The grin which had started to spread, slipped once more at the sudden serious tone and she nodded, “Anything.” 

Smiling softly, she leaned closer to Bruce and gently brushed her lips against the warmth of his cheek. “Where people need me most.” But she would see him again soon. Diana was certain of that. 

The lights all flickered on at once, filling the room with a light buzzing sound. Groaning, he bit back a curse as he opened his lids, his eyes straining against the lights. ‘Morning. Welcoming new arrivals. Please get dressed in the clean outfits provided.’ The message blared over the loud speaker causing him to shoot straight up in his bed. Blinking a few times, he listened as the recording repeated itself three more times before going silent. New arrivals? What the fuck did that mean? Other people were being brought here? (Not that he had any fucking clue where ‘here’ was.) As far as Levi was concerned all he knew of was the bedroom he’d been living in for the past week. Lucky for him, it had a bathroom with working water and everything he’d need to clean up. But other than that, it was room with books, an old TV and a VCR player with cassettes. Like, what fucking year was it? The fear of the situation had died down after the third day of being locked up. He wasn’t being tortured, he was being fed and bathed, he figured he’d just have to wait it out. See where things went. “Ah! Johnny.” He paused, kicking his legs over the edge of the bed, before stalking over towards the locked bedroom door. “You hear that.” It was a stupid fucking question. There was no way he hadn’t. But what the hell else was he supposed to say? “What do you think it’s about?” He questioned lifting a knuckle to rub the sleep out of his eye, before turning away from the door. “What the..” Clenching his jaw, he looked at the outfit hanging from his wardrobe with disgust. A sweater and khaki pants. The fuck was he? A dad. “Aye! Do you have a stupid ass outfit to wear?” Levi called out, his lip curled.

LANA Humming softly, the girl rolled over under the covers and nuzzled her face into her plush pillow. Taking a deep breath, her features crinkled when the scent that entered her nose, wasn’t once she was familiar with. Peeking her eyes open, Lana tried to study her pillow in the dark, but it seemed impossible with how close she was to it. Groaning weakly, she lifted herself up into her elbow and blinked a few times. Panic took over her like a tidal wave, fear slithered down her spine and her entire body felt chilled to the bone. Where was she?! Whose bed was this? How had she gotten here? Sure, a normal college student probably wouldn’t think anything of this, but that wasn’t Lana. She didn’t party or drink or end up in strange places! Feeling her breathing picking up, her head snapped to the side, glancing around the nearly black room. Her stomach twisted when she noticed another bed not too far from her. What seemed to be a blonde girl, cradled gentle in between the sheets. “Hey!” She yelled, her voice a trembling mess. “W-Wake up!” She snapped, holding her blanket tightly around her frame for fear of what might and might not be on underneath it. “Where am I?!” She demanded, though there wasn’t much she was going to get from a sleeping girl.

💐 YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS

Samuel wasn’t exactly sure what kind of flowers he was supposed to get for a girl when he was trying to woo her, so after hours of sitting in a flower shop, he ended up with Tiger Lily’s. Standing in the doorway, he cleared his throat the moment the door opened. “Uh. Hey.” Standing there, he stared at the girl before shooting his arm out towards her. “H-Here. I saw these and thought you’d like’em.” Blinking a few times, he let out an awkward laugh. “Yeah.. So..” Smooth. Real smooth.

❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE

Letting out a groan, the bloody male crawled across the room towards his best friend. They’d just spent the last hour trying to fight a force that he wasn’t even able to see. “Tavia..” His voice was low as he moved to shield her fragile body with his own. “I need you to get out of here.. I need you to run.” He whispered as objects began to be tossed through the air around them. “I also need you to know something..” Tightening his arms around her, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “No matter what happens.. I don’t want you to think I ever stopped caring for you. I love you, Octavia.. I’ve loved you for years and if you’ve ever cared about me, you’ll get out of here. You’ll escape and live your lif-” Before he was finished a gust of wind fluttered by and his body was flung off of her and slammed against the wall.

🛀 YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE

“Octavia?” Samuel called out as he lowered his lengthy body into the bathtub, water and bubbles slipping over the sides. “Come on woman, I didn’t run this things just for myself!” He yelled, before placing his cigarette back in his mouth. “I’m being needy and you’re making be whiny.” The male groaned. “Seriously, I’m trying to be romantic, Tavi!”

💋 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A KISS (SPECIFY WHERE) 

Running his tongue over his lip, the male loomed over the gorgeous olive skinned girl. “Just relax, I’m going to take care of you.” Samuel promised as his hands fell to her waist. His rough fingers tickled at her skin before he allowed them to left her shirt. His breath hitched a little as he dipped his head down to press a soft kiss on her hip bone. Humming, he wrapped his lips around her flesh and sucked gently on it. 

🎂 YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE