#not really done complaining I’m just gonna stop myself before I keep going

[heroesriseandfall]

Fanon mischaracterization of the Drakes is how I end up making a post defending Tim’s parents from baseless fanon bashing only to immediately after make a post complaining about their canon parenting.

#they’re pretty terrible parents most of the time but not like THAT #jack drake did not literally call on the U.S. government to save tim from a war zone only for 1000 fanfics to claim he didn’t care abt tim #neglectful and abusive parents can in fact also love their children! they are not devoid of emotion! they just don’t know how to parent #ALSO. they CLEARLY cared about Tim more than about status! they were just way too caught up in their work to pay enough attention to him! #/end complaint #not really done complaining I’m just gonna stop myself before I keep going #tim drake #jack drake #janet drake #drake parenting #heroesriseandfall #canon vs fanon

[brossession-collection]

Dad's Cam Show (Re-uploaded)

Note: This is a story I wrote in 2020 that was previously deleted by Tumblr. Couldn't find it until I stumbled upon am old hard drive. Hope you enjoy.

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This social distancing shit is so boring. I get it. It’s needed. But god damn am I running out of things to do. Can’t even meet the guys I’ve been talking to on Grindr. Worse yet is that I’m stuck back at home. I was supposed to graduate college this year! Instead I was slumped over a computer screen in my PJs with my dad making his special pancakes. Ugh. Fuck this shit. I just wish I could go back to a better time.

Whatever. I’m done complaining. Dad’s getting groceries which means I can snoop around his shit. Yeah I’m that bored.

Dad’s a big burly guy. Heading into his mid-forties now and starting to gray up a little, but still keeping his body builder life style. He’s pretty open with me. He told me he used to do cam shows back before livestreams were even a thing. Made sense. Had to show off the bod somehow. Don’t know how mom thought about it but whatever. She’s out of the picture.

His room always had a musky woodsy cologne-y smell. His laundry hamper was even better. I always loved taking his briefs out of there and putting them on myself. I’ve been following his footsteps and bodybuilding myself, but I’m still a ways away before I have an ass and waist as large as his. So his 36in undies droop a bit. I grabbed his black cap too. Man. He loves this thing. Well, plus the 10 others caps he has. He always had it topping his head. Pretty sure he wears it to sleep too. I put it on and flexed like him. I got a bit of a boner but nothing crazy.

His dinosaur of a laptop was open, and logged in. I know I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyways. There were so many folders within folders. So much boring shit… and then I found “cam pics.”

The briefs I was wearing tented and wetted. Fuck I was so scared to open it. But I clicked it and… In there was only one image. I clicked on it to make it bigger and it was my dad. About 13 years ago. He was shirtless, and wearing the same cap that I have on my head right now. My eyes drifted from his hairy arms to his chest to eventually his bearded face. He looked so… tired? There was something about the softness in his expression that really got to me. And then…

“Hey son! I’m home! Could ya help me with the groceries?”

Shit. I got up and scrambled. The briefs were soaked and still being soaked. I had so many windows to close out of. Then I started hearing his footsteps come closer. I panicked and grabbed the top of the laptop to close it, but I couldn’t move. Suddenly, all the windows on the screen started to close. All except for the image of dad I had opened it. It enlarged by itself, and then the laptop started to fucking shake. I tried to get it to stop but it just kept rumbling. Fuck it. I wound up my fist and punched the screen. But there was no impact.

In less than a second my body followed my wrist into the screen. Everything went bright, and I was in a different room. I looked around. It looked like my parents’ room at our old house. The same laptop was in front of me showing the same image as before. Dad’s younger face looking back… And then I saw his eyes move. I froze. I looked at the time. 12:56 turned to 12:57. This wasn’t an image. It was a fucking livestream.

I slowly tilted my head. Dad did the same. I widened my eyes. So did dad. A smile crept over our faces. I just time travelled! And into dad’s body! Fuck there was so much I could do now!

“PING”

A old-school AIM notification popped up on screen. I maneuvered dad’s hand to the mouse and clicked on it. “Hey daddy. You gonna give us a show or what?”

“PING”

“Let’s see those hairy pits man!”

Fuck. I guess dad wasn’t kidding about these cam shows. Shit how do I reply? Do I just say something?

“Uh…” I gulped. Dad’s gruff voice was in my throat. “You guys mean… uh… this?” I lifted and flexed dad’s right arm. Immediately his armpit hair bursted out. Moist and smelly. My nose naturally turned towards the sweaty pit. Holy fuck was it musky. I took a deep whiff and groaned.

“PING. PING. PING. PING.”

“Fuck yeah daddy. Sniff that pit.”

“God damn you’re a big guy. How’s it feel huh?”

It felt amazing being so big. Watching everything I was doing be reflected by my dad on the recording was even better. The cockiness came in.

I wheeled the office chair back and did a double bicep pose. Sweat dripped off his hairy pits. I gave my face a rub and felt his beard scratch against his callused fingers. Then my hands felt the need to go down to his chest. I never felt so much pleasure from nipple rubbing in my life. The pings kept on coming. It was euphoric.

Dad’s cock was tenting the briefs I had put on earlier. I uncaged his 7 incher and let out a whiff of junk musk that filtered into my nose immediately. I started stroking and couldn’t stop. My other hand reached under dad’s taint, through the forest of pubes, and rammed a dildo into my dad’s ass crack.

“PING. PING. PING.”

“Holy fuck this is new! We gonna see a fingering show today!?”

“God damn man you enjoying yourself?”

I was. Everytime Dad’s moans left my throat I felt cock twitch a little bit harder. It just felt so amazing to feel his beefy arms rub against his beefy chest. His toes curling with every electric shock of pleasure moving through his beefy ass and legs.

I shot his load. Let out a gutteral yell. And it didn’t stop coming. My beard was soaked with three shots of cum. Chest was drenched with eight more. At this point, sweat was trickling down my temples. I relished in dad’s orgasm and then relaxed in the chair.

I watched as the notifications went crazy. Dad’s soft eyes housing my consciousness. Ugh. It felt incredible. I glanced over at his hat and felt the need to take it off. I did, and felt a wave of cool relief come off my head. Dad’s hair was cropped short, like a messy crew cut. And it was dripping with sweat. I felt the need to say something.“You like that, men?” Dad had so much suave in voice. The pings accelerated.I smiled and played with my cock. I could feel another round coming but felt a bigger presence unfold. Suddenly dad’s body started to shake. I tried controlling it, but I couldn’t weigh him down. My arms were flailing before my hands grabbed onto the edges of the desk. I whipped my head back, then head-butted the laptop screen. Light filtered through.

I was back at home, in my dad’s loose fitting briefs, his cap nestled on my head. Dad’s footsteps came by, then turned another direction. Guess he wasn’t coming by his room just yet. I looked down at his briefs, now soaked with my cum. Fuck. Was it just a dream?

It must’ve been. Just a fucking horny fever dream. What the fuck ever. Better than what I had been doing up until now. I leaned over to close the laptop but noticed something.

The image had turned into a recording.

#possession #hairy #bear #jock #ghost #male possession #male body swap #dad #beefy #stinky

[sixosix]

I need you to know that I squawked at the cliffhanger of childe’s appearance. Lost my mind and almost threw my phone. Fingers crossed that Aether got to him before the banquet!

But to the chapter as a whole! There are?? So many things I wanna talk about? I’ll try to keep it somewhat short so I can fit it all into one ask but sienussnei-

I’m like 50 percent sure those strings pulled had something to do with the fauti. Something I remembered!! Not every person from the house of the hearth becomes one of the fauti! But they still do remain close to the group! My crack theory is that Rosalie is one of people in that latter group. Arlecchino was able to fully attempt an assassination on Furina without anyone knowing before or after( including the orphans in this as well since they don’t say thing about it as far as i know? And im absolutely positive they wouldn’t push for more info and take her at her word that she didn’t have the gnosis) and the only reason why it was a attempt and not a success is because she stopped herself! Either way though, considering her disguise used for that same attempt, I sure that the hooded figure was Father herself.

ALSO THE PINING OF THIS MAN!!! That polearm?? The sudden flip from fake to real the moment he saw Rosseland (I’m assuming that was the kitty in question) had led Thawed!Reader to him? The instant flirtations? Not to mention that despite the fact Thawed!Reader kept talking about kissing him, he refused!! Because he knew they were both drunk and not quite in their right minds to do that!!! THE MAN CARES!! It’s also a blessing and a curse rn that Thawed!Reader is kinda drunk. A blessing because she isn’t hiding her feelings as much, but a curse because she isn’t being subtle at all. The straight forward question she asked? Lyney isn’t drunk enough to forget that.

The callback to the last chapter too! She really does know lyney so well, even after all this time. He was right, she did know he was lying. And she’s just sitting there, trying to figure out what’s going on while Aether’s just sitting there like ‘you two nerds love each other.’ Not that she would admit it out loud. Yet. Also RIP reader, paimon and Rosalie are friends now, friendship forged by food. They aren’t gonna leave readers life once this is over and done. Say goodbye to your peace and quiet! (Although lyney may complain about that but that’s a different story-)

Losing my mind also over Rosalie and Thawed!Reader’s connection. She doesn’t even realize she is calling Rosalie maman!! But Rosalie does and it’s just so soft and sweet and family and rurnfjkeis. I’ve known Rosalie for 7 chapters and if anything happens to her I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Great chapter as always! I’m a little sad to hear regular updates are potentially stopping for a bit but I fully understand! Best of luck with school!!

-Deadman Aether Anon

deadman aether anon i wish you couldve seen my face when i saw your ask i literally lit up. and im sure that the other readers have been waiting for your thoughts as well, based on the tags of reblogs i read (“cant wait for deadman aether anon's insight now”)

HAHA i talked about this w my friend but i wanted to make childes appearance TERRIBLE. i wanted everyone to be like "FUCK. I LOVE YOU BUT NOT NOW." while childe shows up lke a celebrity in a disneyshow. it seems like it worked LMFAOO

INTERESTNG CRACK THEORY U HAVE!!!! the truth will be revealed eventually but i applaud u for how ure thinking of it. :D big brain as usual. it is also interesting to see people trying to figure out who the hooded figure was? deadman aether anon idk if u saw but there are other people guessing differently. im surprised bc i thought it was pretty obvious !!

YEAHH!! IT WAS ROSSELAND !!! i love rosseland and how lyney ended up making the cat his assistant-- that little backstory is so cute. rosseland is such a smart cat, too; writing that scene of leading mc to lyney didnt seem absurd in the slightest to me.

drunk t!reader is a mess kwdhkdfhd some drunk words are sober thoughts. and yes i think and know that lyney is a gentleman. even drunk he would always put reader first. always!

aether is so silly he came in there to blackmail someone and ended up playing secondhand matchmaker, if that makes sense LMFAOO i actually love aether and readers dynamic its so absurd when you look at it from a different perspective. its such a strange friendship they ended up making

yes ure right!!!!!1 im not sure if im portraying it well but reader calling rosalie maman is so ? subconsciously done. its like looking at a cat and going "here kitty". u look at rosalie and the way she treats reader and u go "thanks maman".

tysm for this ask!!!!!!!!! always such a delight to see you stopping by and sharing your thoughts, but i think ive said that every time by now LOL. and thank u too for the wishes T__T ill need them when i deal with chemistry <333 MUCH LOVE

#606:inbox #606: deadmanaether anon

[azureflame]

To stay or to leave.

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: (Y/n) (gender neutral), Crowley, dorm leaders & Leech twins

Word count: 908

Warnings: Slander towards various characters, but mostly Crowley.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry for being inactive for so long. Life’s been hectic & I’ve been suffering from creative block. Anyways, please keep in mind that the opinions (Y/n) expresses about other characters are my own.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me correctly, Headmaster. I’ve decided to transfer to Royal Sword Academy” (Y/n) replied bluntly.

“But I’ve been kind to you since the beginning! Not only have I given you a home & money for necessities, I’ve been conducting countless research on how you could return to your world. How could you be so cruel” asked Crowley.

“Consider this as karma for all the times you’ve dumped your responsibilities onto me.”

Gasping, Crowley stood up. “I’ve never done such a thing!”

Without skipping a beat, (Y/n) brought up Leona’s unsuccessful sabotaging of the inter-dorm Magshift tournament back in October, Azul’s “assistance” with the final exams, the time they called Crowley during winter break & the multiple instances where they begged for less tasks.

As (Y/n) kept talking, Crowley tried to think of an offer that was too tempting for them to pass up. “If you so wish, I could increase the Madols I give you.”

They shook their head knowing that this paltry raise would be temporary.

“(Y/n), please reconsider. The students would react poorly upon hearing your desire to leave Night Raven College.”

“I know that, but I have to look after myself. Everyone will graduate one day & so will I. Where am I supposed to go afterwards?” (Y/n) adjusted their uniform. “Anyways, I’ve already contacted the school’s headmaster about my situation & he said he’d get in touch with me soon.”

“You’ve talked to Ambrose already?! When did you do that?!”

“During lunchtime.” Just now, (Y/n)’s phone rings. “I think that’s him. Goodbye, Headmaster.”

“Wait!” Crowley watched as (Y/n) left his office. He sat down in his chair, contemplating on his next move.

Time skip to a Thursday evening at the Mostro Lounge…

“Koebi-chan! Help me with the dishes, will ya?”

“Floyd! Stop telling others to do your job” barked Azul.

“Why am I stuck on dish duty? It’s soooo boring!”

“Because you threatened our customers with the prospect of being squeezed! Again!”

“It’s not my fault they didn’t want to tip me! I had to make my time as a waiter worthwhile.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle at their banter. While Floyd can be disruptive, he can liven up the place.

“Hey, can I get some service here” asked a student who was with a few classmates.

“Coming” replied (Y/n). Until the day they can officially transfer to Royal Sword Academy arrives, they’ll continue to work at the Mostro Lounge.

At the Mostro Lounge VIP room…

“Here is your paycheck for the week, (Y/n)” said Azul, handing (Y/n) their Madols.

“Thanks, Azul.”

“(Y/n), before you leave, I have something important to discuss with you. Several customers have been complaining about your declining service. Care to explain why?”

Sighing, (Y/n) replied “I haven’t been feeling good lately. Crowley keeps giving me tasks to do & every time I express my concerns, he keeps reminding me of how he’s always been so ‘graciously kind’ to me.”

“Is that so? If you wish, we could have a talk with him” stated Azul in an eerily calm tone, gesturing to the Leech twins who stood behind him.

“There’s no need. I’m-” (Y/n) paused. “I’m gonna be fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“If ya say so, Shrimpy~. We’ll be around if you change your mind.”

“I concur with Floyd. It would upset me greatly if something were to happen to my fellow mushroom enthusiast.”

“As I’ve said, there’s really nothing to worry about” said (Y/n) before quickly leaving the VIP room.

On a Friday afternoon in Ramshackle…

(Y/n), not having anything to do, decides to go to the admissions & records office.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark & it began to rain.

Huh? Where’d this rain come from? Whatever. Grabbing an umbrella & bag, (Y/n) ran to the front door. Upon opening it, they saw all seven dorm leaders who were either upset or worried. “Can I help you all?”

“You can help us by explaining why you’re planning on leaving us, Herbivore”

Since they knew the truth, (Y/n)’s expression became much more serious. “You all know about my issues with Crowley, so I won’t repeat them. What I haven’t mentioned before is that I’ve also taken umbrage with most of the guys here.” Before any of the dorm leaders spoke up, (Y/n) raised their hand for a second. “I know we get along these days, but it wasn’t like that when I met you all. Malleus & Kalim are the only exceptions & even then, I’ve hardly talked to the former.”

All dorm leaders felt various levels of guilt after (Y/n) went over some of the things they’ve done, such as Riddle insulting their education & their parents & the massive disaster that was Malleus’s overblot.

“(Y/n). I can’t speak for everyone when I say this, but I apologize for burdening you. By trying to take away your dorm, I became something worse than those who’ve mocked me in the past. Nothing I will do will truly repair the damage I’ve done to you, but if there’s any way I can gain so much as an iota of your forgiveness, please let me know” said Azul.

The other dorm leaders also apologized for their past actions & begged (Y/n) to stay, saying how much they mean to them.

Not wanting to truly regret their decision, (Y/n) said they’d think about it some more.

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland dire crowley #dire crowley #crowley #twisted wonderland dorm leaders #dorm leaders #azureflame

[overobsessedfanboy23]

Drawing With the Wind

YGO Rarepairs Week Submission

Day 3: Domestic Life

Pairing: Windy/Ryoken

Word Count: 777

Description: Ryoken does a drawing for a particularly fidgety and impatient subject.

“How long do I have to sit still like this?” Windy grunted, shifting in his spot on the couch. He wasn’t used to the SolTis body and was even less used to sitting still for long periods of time in it.

Ryoken looked up from his piece of paper. “Do you want this drawing to look good or not?”

“I want to snuggle,” Windy complained, his fingers digging into his jeans.

“We can snuggle after.” Ryoken squinted at his paper, brushing his pencil across one spot repeatedly. “Your hair in this new SolTis is very… unique, it’s hard to fully capture.”

Windy rolled his eyes. “Well, excuse me for feeling myself when I have bouncy swirly hair.” He fluffed up a piece of his hair.

“It’s not a crime. It’s just annoying to draw.” He looked up at Windy, their gazes locking for a moment before Ryoken looked back at his drawing. “Okay so that part  swirls like that…” he muttered under his breath as he sketched.

“It’s cute huh?” Windy teased, twirling a piece of his hair in his finger. “And very soft too. Wanna feel it?”

Ryoken pulled his drawing into his chest as his face reddened. “Later.”

Windy moaned, leaning his head back against the couch. “Ryoken, I swear, when I get my hands on you I’ll… I’ll…” Windy trailed off, biting his lip.

Ryoken glanced up with a smirk. “You’ll what?”

“U-um…” Windy felt his face heat up at Ryoken’s tone. “I don’t know, but you hate love and affection so it’ll be torture to you.” He stuck his tongue out.

Ryoken huffed in amusement. “I don’t hate love and affection. And that hardly sounds like a punishment.”

“W-well…” Windy fidgeted with his hands. “Not an actual punishment, I don’t really want to hurt you. Just…” He grunted again. “Get revenge for being forced to sit still for so long.”

“You said yourself that first SolTis didn’t feel like you.” Ryoken squinted at his page as he drew. “So I’m drawing the one that does feel like you.”

“I know, and I’m grateful.” Windy’s fingers dug into the couch. “But it’s been hours! Can’t you take a break and let me snuggle you?”

“I’m almost done,” Ryoken insisted, not looking up from his paper.

“You’ve been saying that for like an hour!”

Ryoken bit his lip. “That was before I started drawing your hair.”

Windy groaned, tapping his feet against the ground.

Ryoken chuckled. “Don't worry, as soon as I'm done, I'll repay you tenfold for this transgression.”

“You'd better. I wanna… I'm gonna… ugh, I don't even know what I'm gonna do to you.”

Ryoken simply smiled and hummed as he continued drawing, stopping occasionally to observe Windy. Windy meanwhile could feel his patience and sanity dripping away. His boyfriend was right there, right across from him, casting teasing glances as though taunting him, so close yet he couldn’t get up to touch him. Well, he could, but Ryoken would insist he stay still so he could draw him. So Windy sat still. His fingers dug into the couch cushion and feet tapped the ground repeatedly and frantically.

“And…” With one last brush of his pencil, he put it aside. “Done… for now.”

“For now?!” Windy groaned and slumped over.

“Well I'd like to colour it at some point,” Ryoken replied holding the paper up, but keeping the side with the sketch on it turned to himself. “Now do you want to see it so far?”

Windy stood up. “Sure.”

He took a moment to stretch out his stiff arms before stepping closer to Ryoken, who'd turned the drawing around so Windy could see it. Instantly, Windy could recognize himself in the drawing. It had his same swirly hair and a bright smile and eyes, though the face was a touch too round. Windy decided not to comment on that.

“Great job, you're a super talented artist. It looks just like me. “Windy swooped Ryoken into his arms bridal carry style, making the man squeak in surprise. “Now can we please go cuddle?”

Ryoken smirked. “Tell me more.”

“Ryoken!”

Ryoken broke into a chuckle. “Seriously, do you appreciate the drawing?” He draped his arms over Windy’s shoulders, keeping his grip on the drawing. “I want to know. I did it for you after all.”

“Yes.” Windy kissed Ryoken’s cheek. “I do…” With a chuckle, he added. “I greatly appreciate your ways of showing love, my partner.”

Ryoken sighed a bit. He leaned closer to Windy's face, tilting his head to the side.

Windy instantly recognized this sign. Smiling, he leaned in as well and captured Ryoken's lips in a kiss.

#ygorarepairweek #ygorarepairweek2023 #bulletstormshipping #fanfiction #writing

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU Chapter 9

The next couple days are a bit tense. No one knows when or where Godspeed will attack. It feels like they are extra vigilant. Especially Eobard. The more time passes the angrier he gets and you can tell it’s starting to have a strain on the team.

When you walk into the lab one evening to the four of them in a circle pulling straws, you’re confused.

“What are you guys doing?”

Iris jumps.

“N-Nothing!”

You can’t believe this.

“Are you guys really pulling straws to see who gets to talk to Eobard!”

Barry rubs the back of his neck. Cisco and Caitlin don’t even look guilty.

“You have to admit he’s been a little overbearing. Yesterday I went out for lunch without telling him and he bit my head off. I can’t control my stomach!!” Barry complains. You sigh.

“I’ll talk to Eobard.”

You can see the wave of relief on their faces.

“That’s great. He’s madly in love with you so whatever you say he’s gonna eat it up.” Barry responds. Caitlin smacks his shoulder.

“What! It’s true.”

These people will never stop being your biggest source of entertainment.

As promised, that evening you invite Eobard over to your apartment. You told him it was to discuss the plans that will be implemented for Godspeed. When he walks through your door, he’s wearing that stoic expression.

“I’m glad at least some of us are taking this seriously. “ It’s not surprising that he has a very thick folder in his hand. Along with his laptop.

“I’ve been tracking his movements from the last time in hopes that it’ll give us an idea of where he’s holding up. He must be supercharging his speed somehow. If we can figure out the materials he’d need, maybe we can form a profile of where he’ll be next.” Eobard sits on your couch, opening his laptop as he spreads the papers along the table and gets right to work.

This might be harder than you thought. You stride over to the couch, taking a seat next to him.

“Eobard, how about you take a break.”

“We don’t have time for breaks.” His eyes are focused as he’s typing away on his laptop.

“Come on, I’ll make you a nice smoothie and we can just watch a movie or something.”

“I’ve got to finish this profile.” He’s still not truly listening. So you take matters into your own hands. You take the laptop from his hands, closing in and placing it on the table.

“What are you doing!”

“I’m trying to stop you from going down this rabbit hole. You’ve been working non stop for the past week. You need a break. The team needs a break.”

Recognition crosses his face.

“Is that why you invited me here? I can’t believe that you all actually had an intervention. Have I become so annoying that you felt like you had to butter me up. Sorry I’m such a nuisance. But it’s clear I’m the only one who’s focused on what’s really important. ” He looks upset.

“And what’s important?”

“Are you kidding me! IT’S PROTECTING YOU!” He’s never really yelled at you before. You can tell he’s apologetic the second the words come out. But you aren’t swayed. Eobard looks down.

“I’m sorry I..” He’s not sure what words to use. You just shift closer, taking his hand gently in yours.

“I know you’re scared. I understand.” His shoulders drop.

“Everytime that he’s shown up I’ve just been..useless..” He sounds defeated. You’ve seen that expression before. It holds so much weight in your eyes.

“When you lost them you were so broken. I told myself that I would be there to stop him, but he came back and I was the first one down. You fought him with everything you had and all I could do was watch as he almost killed you. Every time I’ve been completely and utterly at his mercy. I keep failing you…I-I can’t protect you..”

“You can!”

This time, it’s you who needs to provide comfort.

“Ever since I’ve gotten here you’ve done nothing but put my needs first. You’ve protected me. Looked out for me. Even after I’d literally knocked you out you still came back and gave me an opening to pummel you some more.” He laughs softly, despite the troubles you know he’s had to deal with over this matter. It’s time to make a confession of your own.

“I-I feel safe when you’re here.”

That statement has no doubt caught him by surprise.

“When you’re with me I feel protected. I need you to know that.”

Your life has taken a crazy turn from the moment you woke up here. But Eobard has made it a little less lonely. Not something you ever saw happening.

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better right?” You giggle, shaking your head.

“I’m not.”

He’s wearing that look of adoration that always seems to be directed at you.

“It’s been a while since it was just the two of us.” You point out.

He looks down.

“I guess it has.”

You know that he’s still been very cautious. Ever since he kissed you that night, he hasn’t initiated anything further. You inch just a bit closer, and he looks up.

“(Y/N)..y-you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” You murmur.

If you’re being completely honest, had Godspeed not shown up, you would have made a move sooner. Your eyes mark his lips, and you move in slowly. The second your lips touch you can feel Eobard’s body relax. It’s just a gentle brush. You pull back far too quickly for his liking. When you part, you just watch the dazed expression on his face. His breathing is a bit shallow. He gulps, because you’re still so close.

“I-I should probably get going.”

You shake your head, climbing into his lap.

Eobard isn’t very sure where to put his hands. He looks so adorably flustered.

“I-I..Uh..” His little ramble is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“It’s okay, Eobard. You can touch me. It’s alright.”

He’s not sure he can trust himself to stay in control if this goes any further. Your tender encouragements aren’t helping. You guide his hands to your hips, and he follows your lead. If nothing but to keep himself grounded.

“(Y/N) I-”

You cup his cheeks, keeping his focus completely on you.

“I’m not afraid of you Eobard. “

He searches your eyes for any doubt. He’s been hoping for this progress since before he could remember. For you to look at him the same way he’s always looked at you. To return the feelings that've been bubbling in his chest from the moment he decided to protect.

You blink, and now you’re on your back. You’re stunned at the want in his eyes. More than anything he looks like he’s still trying to convince himself that it’s real. You smile, reaching up and running your fingers behind his ear, brushing the soft strands of blond hair.

“I think I might be falling for you Eobard Thawne.”

Those words he’s longed to hear, you see the happiness in his eyes, as he leans down, kissing you. Your hand drifts to his hair, legs wrapping around his hips. Eobard holds you close. In his mind he thinks that if he lets go, then this will all just be a dream.

His kisses hold what you can only describe as pure unfiltered love. You try to pour every ounce of your feelings to match his. Because he’d done the impossible. He’d managed to break down your walls. It’s no secret that you’ve always been guarded. Even before this happened.

The last person you expected to see you, love you was Eobard. Regardless of the timeline or reality. But he had. This man who you’d judged from the second your eyes laid on him has loved you selflessly. You moan when his thumb glides over your hip. Eobard keeps you pinned to the couch, the weight of his body triggering every explicit fantasy you’ve ever had.

Eobard parts, but doesn’t stop. His lips have found another path. They run along your neck, and his hands are traveling under your blouse.

“Eo..bard..”

It’s a shaky helpless moan, one he responds to cupping your breasts. You buck into him, and he bites back a moan.

“I need to stop.”

He’s lecturing himself to take it slow. But when he moves back to gather his wits, he sees your aroused expression. It’s like fuel to the fire. You’re begging him not to stop. Your legs are still locked around his waist, so he can’t truly move. Not that he wants to. His hands get busy undoing the buttons of your shirt, and you just watch. You let him do whatever he wants. When it’s opened, your chest is rising and falling in rhythm with his breaths.

He lowers, leaving a kiss just above your bust as he slowly makes his way down. Your fingers get lost in his golden locks. Your legs tremble, and when he gets to the top of your jeans, you look down at him through hooded eyes.

“I should stop..”

There’s a bit of uncertainty in his voice. You bite your lip, shaking your head as you practically beg him not to.

He closes his eyes, because that is too much to his senses.

There’s no way things will stop here.

That’s what you hoped.

Unfortunately the universe has other plans, because you sound of what you can only assume is a breach opens above. You squeal, and Eobard is quick to pull you out of the way when a body falls from the ceiling. You’re hiding behind Eobard to cover your naked torso. The breach closes, and a head pops out from the other side of the couch. Whoever it is jumps to their feet, and when he’s fully upright, you gape.

You recognize the design on his suit.

“Barry…”

#eobard thawne #au #fluff #feelings #friendship #Barry Allen #flash #multiverse #powers #speedsters #Heroes #villains #saving #cute

[writingpromptslw]

” i understand the whole sleep talking thing but what i don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why i’m in it. ” ” i took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly ” ” i drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till i woke up. ” ” you’re the walking personification of a fart. ” ” you’re doing this to avoid 5 minutes of work? ” ” the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead. ” ” i’m not looking for judgement, just a yes or no ” ” how’s your hooker doing? ” ” my shrink told me i was crazy! well, who’s the narcissist with severe attachment disorder now? ” ” i’m sorry, i don’t speak ‘i never get laid’. ” ” i’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else ” ” is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ” ” i don’t keep you around for your brains now do i? ” ” hey, jackass. i see you’re more jackass-y than usual. ” ” don’t you think that’s a little primitive?❝ ” zombie apocalypse is serious business. stop laughing. ” ” what are you doing with that pot, bro.❝ ” if i don’t keep busy with trivial things like this i’m afraid i might start to cry ” ” will i be my valentine? yes i will. ” ” i mean, how do you not have sex with me? ” ” is this a business decision, or is it personal? because if it’s business, i’ll go away happily. but if it’s personal i’ll go away… but i won’t be happy ” ” i’ve met some pricks in my time but you are the fucking cactus. ” ” are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me? ” ” Did you not see me fall down in the parking lot? ” ” Oh, that’s a cow. Thought it was a stop sign. ”

” you’ve had your fun. now it’s time to get married. ” ” okay….kill me. but screw me first. ” ” actually, i didn’t invite you. ” ” had a crappy guidance counselor. ” ” people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas? ” ” this is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. ” ” yeah, you know what? there’s a ton of lore on unicorns too. in fact, i hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!❝ ” don’t objectify me. ” ” i’d like to think it’s because of my perky nipples. ” ” zombie-ghost orgy, huh? well, that’s it. i’m torching everybody ” ” dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again. ” ” for fans, they sure do complain a lot. ” ” i found a liquor store. and i drank it. ” ” no one dicks with ____ except me ” ” doctor called me sick. i said true ” ” she/he gave me a toothbrush. let’s egg his/her house ” ” how cute. you look like you raided a dumpster! ” ” this isn’t right. where are the slutty male costumes?! ” ” what you mean that the rim job isn’t for my car? ” ” i think i’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again. ” ” i can be flexible. as long as everything is exactly the way i want it, i’m totally flexible. ” ” all nighter, you and me. first one to fall sleep buys the other dinner. ” ” i’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot. ” ” what about a compromise? i’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, i’ll apologize ” ” can i touch your boob? ” ” give me cake or give me death ” ” you know what i like most about people? pets. ” ” I told myself I was Jasmine, but I realize now ... I’m Jafar.”

[sadgrlsclbb]

Told him that I felt like he disrespected me by asking me that not even a min after fucking me

He says sorry…blah blah blah

Told me when he’s w me he doesn’t think of anyone else but me…he likes me for me…blah blaaaaahh

Then says he rather me be mad at him now than not talking to him later w finding out they fucked later

Saying he doesn’t trust himself to not have sex w her cause she’s his friend and he knows by the way she’s been texting lately, she’s gonna ask to hang…and he’s gonna go. And every time they hang, it always turns into sex…blaahhh

Talked to him abt it again yesterday…

He keeps saying he’s sorry and he knows he disrespected me and he doesn’t mean to.

But I was be 1000% w him. I slept on it, calmed myself down, and said what I wanted to w/o being mean.(which I really wanted to do🙄)

But I told him that the way he keeps talking abt her, and mentioning how he thinks we’ll get along, seems like you’re trying to get me and her to be in a poly relationship w him, and I’m not doing that🤷🏾‍♀️ I refuse. I’m 1000% monogamous.

He also mentioned how I told him that I wanted girl friends and recommended we “talk” or w.e…lowkey doesn’t make sense. He has another ex that he barely talks abt, but I don’t see him tryna get us to get all acquainted.

Told him, she could be the nicest most kind soul in this earth…and I couldn’t care any less for the girl. I did meet her once and she seemed cool. I just don’t care for her🤷🏾‍♀️ and I don’t really understand why he does either. Unless he’s still in love w her.

Also told him that I respect his boundaries and I’d never want to invalidate him feelings. And if he wants to go over to her side, go. I’m not here to convince or persuade you to do anything you truly don’t want to do. But don’t think for a sec that if you go over there, you’re coming back over here.

You not abt to double dip over here after you done dipped in something else. That’s not how that works.

Then he told me he wants it to work out between us and that he’ll become monogamous for me. I told him I don’t want to change him and I want him to do w.e makes him happy. And if that includes being in a poly relationship…I won’t be there. Told him to go find someone else.

He was doing all this talking abt how I’m a very important and special person in his life. And how he won’t be doing anything w his ex and how he’s working on something’s to close the book w his ex so he can be fully there for this current book that’s opened.

I told him niggas will literally say anything just to get what they want. So why should I believe you? He told him he could rally serious and he does love me and he’s just gonna have to show me.

I told him I’m not gonna talk to him for a few days so he can sort some things out. And imma wait for him to hmu 1st. I told him he doesn’t have to have everything figured out, but he needs to stop all that shit w the ex.

Not saying he can’t have friends. But that’s all it needs to be. And if you continue to find yourself being drawn to them in any romantic or sexual aspect, call it quits. Cause I refuse to be a side bitch or in a poly relationship🤷🏾‍♀️

But I did fold and text him 1st not even 6hrs after he dropped me off😬 but I mainly did it bc he was complaining before, saying how he’s gonna miss me and it’s gonna be difficult…LOOK IM A REALLY NICE PERSON😭 and I don’t like hurting ppl’s feelings. But don’t get it twisted, cause once I’m done, I’m doneeeeee.

But I am purposely taking hella long to hit him back. Maybe that’ll do something good on my behalf.

#k rantss #don’t feel like minimizing the text😭

[emetogirl]

Part 3!!!

Okay guys I am SO sorry it’s taken me this long to get part 3 out!! This will center mostly around the emeto part so enjoy ;)

You can find parts 1 and 2 in my masterlist!

At this point I was curled up on the floor of my bathroom with a pillow and blanket. I knew I was in it for the long haul. I could tell that even though I hadn’t thrown up yet, I was already dehydrated. My mouth was cottony, my vision was hazy, and my head was pounding. I really wanted to avoid throwing up at all costs, since my throat hurt so so bad. It was agony. I texted Anna @supersecretsickplace to complain because she’s my comfort person (duh). There was so much pressure in my stomach that it was painful to take in a full breath. I started noticing an increase in fullness in my belly so I sat up, hoping my body would get it over with.

I spent a few minutes just panting over the toilet and spitting out excess saliva. My forehead felt so hot against the cool porcelain. Eventually, I gagged for the first time, hard. My diaphragm slammed into my ribs but brought up nothing. I gagged deep again, this time a shallow burp coming up. I could feel my mouth start to water more and knew it would be happening soon. Finally, the third gag brought up a heavy stream of watery puke, making a loud splash into the bowl. I immediately started spitting out the rest of the puke that stayed in my mouth. My belly stayed clenched up, like I could puke again at any moment. I quickly flushed the toilet and hoped that would be enough to give me some relief, but my tummy had other plans.

The pressure in my stomach continued to build, even worse than before I had thrown up. I had no choice but to keep my mouth open over the bowl as saliva thick with stomach acid continued to pool under my tongue. I probably stayed in this position for 10 minutes, breathing deep and slow and trying to calm my hitching belly. Eventually, the most severe part of the ache subsided and I was able to lay back down and have a moment of reprieve.

Key word, moment.

Which was over pretty much immediately. At this time Anna checked back in asking how I was feeling after I had thrown up, to which I replied, “I’m gonna puke again.” But instead of going right back to heaving, the sensation of nausea in my belly shifted. My head felt as if it was suddenly spinning, and I felt overwhelmingly hot, like I was about to faint. This was bad news. I could not afford to become unconscious right now. I began to panic as I was disoriented and scared that I was becoming dangerously dehydrated. I immediately laid my head down and texted another friend (one who lives 5 minutes from my apartment) that I might need to go to the emergency room asap. I seriously felt so dizzy. This feeling temporarily distracted me from the agony going on inside my stomach, but that soon took priority again when I felt a sudden lurch deep in my belly.

In one fluid motion I sat up from my position on the ground and immediately draped myself over the bowl to retch productively. The first few heaves brought up small mouthfuls of thicker puke with chunks of what I had eaten that day. I had absolutely no control over the heaves. I couldn’t stop throwing up. My belly would clench and I’d gag up a mouthful of bitter liquid, barely having time for a breath before the next wave was coming up. My stomach was hitching so tight that it was physically painful to throw up with such force. I easily puked 10 times in a row before I was finally done. I have no clue how I had that much in my belly to throw up in the first place, since I had barely eaten. My tummy finally decided it had gotten up enough with one last painful heave that brought up thick chunks of dinner.

I practically collapsed back on the floor. I was totally exhausted. My throat was on fire from being torn up by the vomiting. But, I felt better. The dizzy feeling in my head was gone and all my stomach muscles had finally relaxed. The nausea was once again manageable. I texted Anna about getting sick again, saying that I felt better. She asked me if someone needed to to take me to the hospital, and I replied, “I don’t think so. Honestly I feel so much better. I just needed to throw up lots I guess???” Which was wishful thinking looking back.

Anyways, for the moment, I was okay. I had no idea the worst was yet to come😫

#vomit tw #emeto #emetophilia #sick #irlsickstory #nausea #caretaking #puke #irlsick #irl sick #sickfic #bellykink

[aeoki]

High and Low: The Centre of the Earth - Chapter 12

Location: Australian Land (Night) Characters: Tetora, Tomoya & Mitsuru

Season: Autumn Writer: Akira

Tomoya: A-Anyway, we shouldn’t be chatting so casually like this right now.

Mitsuru: Yeah! Let’s wake the others and get outta here!

Tetora: Hold on just a minute.

Tomoya: What? What else are we supposed to do~? There’s no point in letting them stay there like that.

Tetora: That’s true, but we should know what kind of situation we’re in first instead of acting carelessly.

We need to check what we’ve been caught up in exactly.

Tomoya: Like we said, if it’s not a prank show, then we must have been kidnapped by some criminal organisation.

Tetora: If that’s true then there’s nothing we can do.

If anything, it’ll be more dangerous to make a ruckus and get on the bad guys’ nerves. This isn’t Japan, they’ll shoot us with guns. Probably.

Tomoya: T-That’s where your karate skills will come in, right?

Tetora: This isn’t some tokusatsu TV show… It’s true I have a belt in karate but in reality, it’ll just be a puff of air in the face of evil.

I can’t win against a kangaroo, either. It’s impossible for me to go against a gun.

…It’s pathetic, I know.

Look, there are iron bars put in place to stop us from escaping. Seems like this is some kind of jailhouse.

It’ll be impossible to break out of these metal bars or break down the walls with my karate skills.

Mitsuru: Y-You’ll never know until you try! I’ll help too!

Tetora: There are some things in the world that you can just never pull off, Mitsuru-kun.

Mitsuru: Hm? I’m not convinced! Everything’s somehow worked itself out for me! Anything’s possible, y’know!

Ughhh! Maybe these bars will come loose if I pull on them? No?

Tetora: Your efforts are gonna be wasted.

Ahaha. Maybe you’ve never encountered an obstacle before, but I envy how you can always be so positive, Mitsuru-kun.

Mitsuru: Huh? I’ve encountered some obstacles before, y’know! I’m always worried about something and I’ve hit a wall so many times, too!

But! Giving up isn’t gonna do anything and you can’t move forward unless you break down that wall, y’know! There aren’t any other paths even if I look for them, anyway!

That’s why I’m always gonna! Keep going forward! With everything I’ve got…!

Tomoya: H-Hey, don’t do anything reckless, Mitsuru. Don’t ram yourself against the metal bars. You’ll just hurt yourself.

If you hurt yourself, your fans and I – we’ll all be sad.

Mitsuru: Then, what am I supposed to do? You’re always complaining, Tomo-chan!

If you’re gonna criticise me, you should spend that time and come up with another plan, y’know! When I was filming for the drama the other day, an actor got snappy and said that to the director!

Tomoya: Is that okay? That person hasn’t gotten on the director’s bad side and lost their role, right?

Mitsuru: They’re fine! Stuff like that happens all the time, y’know! On the other side, being able to share opinions without sugarcoating words is really what you’d call a “passionate workplace”!

No one truly knows what’s wrong or right! Just because they’re the director, someone amazing, doesn’t mean they have the answer to everything!

If everyone shares their opinions, then we can find an even better answer! That’s how we can create an amazing piece of work – that’s what the director said, y’know!

They said if you’re just someone who does whatever you’re told, a yesman who just does what the higher-ups tell you to do, then you’ll never produce something great!

Only people in school will praise you if you silently do whatever they tell you to!

…Huh? What was I talking about again?

Tetora: Ahaha, I have a feeling you were talking about something pretty important.

You’re right, though. If you’re obedient, you won’t get yelled at, but you won’t be able to be the kind of amazing person that everyone admires.

But, if that’s the case, what should we have done…?

Mitsuru: ? What’re you talking about?

Tetora: That was just me talking to myself.

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#high and low

[awkathena-blog]

Its me again

It's not just another rant I'm for real this time.

Everything happens for a reason. Is it my destiny to be the way I am? The things that have happened to me? They were all planned. I can have conversations in my head but can’t seem to write it all collectively on something with substance. There are some things I can't bring myself to type, the thoughts in my head are enough. Excuse my grammar, it's rough. I don’t know why I was always overlooked growing up. The only person I had there for me was that house. Even now all I have to talk to is a laptop. I’m wondering if I should talk to an A.I robot but I despise them so much.  Yes, I was away in my room most of the time but that house held my family and I thought it was perfect. My dad literally built it for us. I look up to my dad in so many ways. I love him, he's my dad.  However, he judged me so much both my parents did. I guess the down side to having a nice house was both your parents being gone for work . We used to have family dinner growing up and we always celebrated the holidays. Cousins came over to see us when we were young., not so much when we grew up. I don’t know there’s a whole other side I don't know. I can’t complain. I've experienced that I know how it was. It stopped when my dad got back from prison. He was just always working all the time. I was about to say we had family dinners when he went away. I was having so much trouble with school. I just had a really hard time adjusting. I was struggling and I wish more people saw. I had a really weird childhood. I wish I was normal. It didn’t make me anything but traumatized. So I’m making excuses for myself. I could be the best version of myself but I keep putting tomorrow off. I wanna feel bad for myself. :{ I think it’s too hard but I’ve done harder things before. I went on a ten mile hike. I learned how to drop in on a skateboard. I was on the honor roll once or twice. Yea whatever. I let a boy mess me up in highschool. I hate thinking about highschool, although the band was cool. Okay do I dare wake up at 6:20 am tomorrow and perhaps start my day off with a 30 min walk? Then come back, have a protein shake and go to my doctor's appointment? I have work later that day so I need to do my self guided mods before my shift. Get that done then do some chores. I also wanna go to the gym so spread some time out for that? It’s leg day. I don’t know when exactly my shift will start but I think it's at four. I’m gonna be sober tomorrow. I won’t even drink at work, I’m an addict and I need to work on bettering myself. 

[isolavirtuosa]

Cass & Dean’s Infinite and Beyond Playlist 1-5

[fanfiction] Dean/Castiel

Canon Compliant Coda / Sequel to Cass & Dean's Infinite Playlist

The one where Cass makes a Daddy Issues playlist.

Referenced songs playlist on Spotify.

Parts 1-5/26 under the cut.

- 1 -

I felt my eyes drifting open, and the fingers running through my hair slowed.

Blue eyes warmed as they met mine.  “Good morning, Dean.”

“Cass, we’ve talked about this,” I grumbled at him, trying not to get sucked into that sunny smile.

“We have?” he asked, his nose scrunching up in confusion.  He was lying on his side, his hand propped under his chin as he gazed down at me, a position he had probably been in all night as he ‘watched over me’.

“Yes, you know the rules,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“No dogs in the car?” he asked innocently, but now I knew he was definitely fucking with me.

“No pop divas before I’ve had my coffee!” I snapped at him.

“Ohhh,” he said with a nod.  “But Dean.  You do make me feel like a teenage dream.”

“Castiel,” I said warningly.

“A little absent humming hardly warrants the full name treatment,” he said, his fingers moving through my hair again.

“We have rules for a reason,” I tried to complain, but that felt really good and I found my eyes sliding shut in contentment.

“Of course,” Cass agreed reasonably.  “My apologies.”

I started drifting lazily between wakefulness and sleep.

He didn’t last five minutes before he was at it again.

“Sonuvabitch,” I growled, forcing my eyes back open.

Cass was still smiling at me like I could shoot rainbows outta my ass or something.

“You enjoy this,” I complained.

“Lying in bed with the love of my life every morning?  Yes, definitely,” he said, completely sincere.

“While singing freaking Katy Perry?” I growled.  The fact that I even knew who the singer was only added to my shame, though it really couldn’t be helped since Cass had been singing the same damn song all week.

“But, Dean, you do think I’m pretty without any makeup on,” he reasoned, suddenly rolling me on my back and pinning me down with a sparkling smile that didn’t jive with the aggression of his actions.

“When have you ever even worn makeup?” I muttered, trying to keep my breathing steady.

“Exactly,” Cass said, leaning in closer until his nose nudged against mine.

My lips parted of their own volition.

Cass grinned and kissed me obligingly.

It was still new, and we were still figuring things out, but we were definitely awesome at making out like teenagers.

Which was probably why Cass was currently humming, “you make me feel like I’m livin’ a teenage dream,” into my neck.

“Cass,” I groaned, trying to sound annoyed and not turned on.  Because I was the former and definitely not the latter.  Obviously.  “If you’re not gonna follow the rules…”

He paused with his mouth hovering over my collarbone, his breath warm against the wet hickies he’d marked into my skin.  “Will I be… punished?” he asked, his head tilting as he squinted up at me.

My dick throbbed in my boxers.  “Jesus.”

Cass shrugged and went back to sucking on my collarbone like he hadn’t just… Jesus fuck.  And then the little shit whispered, “let’s go all the way tonight.  No regrets, just l-”

I flipped him on his back, glaring down at him.  “You have to choose, Cass.  Either we continue to do unspeakable things to each other in this bed, sans pop princess soundtrack, or you get your ass up and go make my damn coffee.”

“So it’s Sophie’s choice,” he said with a long sigh.

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up out of me.

Cass’s expression softened, and he reached up to stroke the back of his hand along my cheek.  “That’s a nice sound,” he said, sounding all sentimental.

I just rolled my eyes and laid down beside him.  “Make your choice already, Sophie.”

He got that grumpy look on his face again like I was putting him out, then leaned in towards me so his mouth was close to my ear.  “The things I would have done to you were not unspeakable.  In fact, I would be happy to elaborate for you now, before I go and get your coffee.”

I found myself chewing on my bottom lip.  Cass was terrible at dirty talk.  Seriously awful.  And yet every time he did it, I inexplicably hung on his every word.

“First,” he declared, lips brushing my ear, “I would have divested you of your clothing in order to erotically pleasure you with my touch.”

“Erotically pleasure me, huh?” I hummed, barely holding in a laugh.

“Oh, Dean, the pleasure would have been intensely erotic,” he assured me with a solemn nod.  “I know how sensitive you are to skin-on-skin contact.”  To illustrate the point, one of his warm hands snuck under my t-shirt, skimming up my side in a feather-light touch.

My skin erupted in goosebumps.  “Very erotic,” I agreed, trying to sound more amused than breathy.

“It would have been,” he said with an over-dramatic sigh.  “And you know what else, Dean?”

“Hm?” I asked, thoroughly distracted by the fingers tracing along my skin.

“While I exploited every millimeter of your exposed flesh, I would remain fully dressed.”

“Oh?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.  I didn’t know where this was going, but it was kinda hot.

“Oh yes,” Cass said, confidently running his blunt nails up my back and making me involuntarily shiver.  “Because when the time was right, Dean, when you were a shuddering, quivering mess…”

I was getting very interested.

“I’d let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans…”

My brow started to furrow.

“…be your teenage dream to-”

“Stop, stop, no, hell no, stop,” I growled, pushing him away.

Cass sat up on the bed, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

“Out!” I snapped.  “Get out now!”

His nose scrunched up as he let out a loud laugh.

“I can’t stand you,” I muttered, trying not to reflect on how it really was a nice sound and I was just as damn sappy as the pop-song-singing angel.

“We both know that’s not true,” he said, still grinning as he got off the bed. “Maybe,” I relented, making a blanket cocoon and huddling in it to wait for my coffee.

Cass flashed me a grin over his shoulder and disappeared out the bedroom door.

I turned my face away so he couldn’t see the sappy grin I gave him in return, and instead yelled to his retreating back, “and when the hell have you ever even worn skin-tight jeans?!”

- 2 -

“But I do not understand under what circumstances Godzilla would encounter a Leviathan,” Cass mused as he got into the car.

“I dunno, man, he accidentally ports to Purgatory or something,” I said, starting the engine.

“One does not ‘accidentally’ ‘teleport’ to Purgatory,” Cass reasoned, pushing a cassette into the tape deck.

“It’s not that serious,” I groaned.  “You don’t have to think of all the details, just say who you think would win in a fight.”

“But if I do not think about the details, then how can I properly assess the fighting capabilities of each contender?” he asked, his brow all scrunched up.

I rolled my eyes, guiding the Impala out onto the wooded lane.  “I think Godzilla would totally rip those black goo bastards a new one.”

“But with their regenerative abilities, how could he hope to prevail?” Cass asked, his squint intensifying.  “Godzilla would hardly have on hand a Bone of a Righteous Mortal Washed in Three Bloods of the Fallen.”

“Yeah, but he could smash their stupid heads off their stupid bodies,” I reasoned.

“Oh, well if their heads are stupid…” he commented, rolling his eyes now.

I took my eyes off the road to glare at him.  “They are stupid,” I said.  “And Godzilla would eat them for goddamn breakfast.”

“Is there only one Leviathan in this scenario, or are there multiple ones?” Cass asked.  “Because if there were multiple ones I do think they would be able to work in tandem in order to consume the sea monster’s flesh, but I do believe if there was only one that a singular Leviathan would fail in that endeavor and in fact would have their ‘stupid’ head smashed off.”

I leaned back in my seat, mulling it over.  I was about to reach my decision when something that had been niggling at the back of my mind since we’d gotten in the car finally reached out and slapped me across the face.  “Cass?” I said, my voice dropping dangerously.

“Hm?” he asked, turning to me.

“What the hell are we listening to?” I asked in a careful, measured tone.

“NKOTB,” he said with a pleased smile.

“I’m sorry, the what now?”

“NKOTB, the New Kids on the Block,” he extrapolated.  “They were very popular during your youth.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, ejecting the tape and proceeding to throw it out the window.

Cass audibly gasped.  “Dean!” “No!” I barked at him.  “I have to draw the line somewhere.  The pop princesses were one thing…”

“But you like the pop princesses,” Cass said, squinting at me.

“No, I do not,” I said incredulously.

“You were singing Mariah Carey in the shower this morning.”

“Because you keep playing her incessantly!”

“You’ve been playing Metallica incessantly lately, but you don’t hear me singing Some Kind of Monster.”

“Well maybe you should,” I said, because I didn’t really have anything else to say.

“Dean, you threw my tape out the window.”

“Yes.”

“That is not okay.”

“What’s not okay is playing goddamn boy bands in my Baby!” I snapped.

“You play Led Zeppelin in here all the time.”

“I’m sorry, what…?”

“I mean, they are boys and they are in a band…”

“How dare you.” “What is the diff-”

“First of all, they are men.”

“Robert Plant was 19 when he joined the band.”

I gave him a disgusted look.  “Second of all, they play their own instruments.”

“Hanson played their own instruments and are known as one of the quintessential boy bands from your timeline.”

“Stop knowing stuff about music,” I groaned.

“I will not,” he said haughtily.  “Facts are facts, even if you find them to be inconvenient to your narrative.”

My eyes could not roll any harder without me going blind.  “Your privileges are revoked.”

“My… privileges…?” he said slowly, losing some of his previous bravado.

“Driver picks the music, and the angel with no taste whatsoever shuts his cakehole,” I declared.

“Dean.”

I reached across him, fishing through the glove box until I found what I was looking for.

“Dean,” he repeated, sounding unhappy.

“That doesn’t sound like a shut cakehole,” I said, pushing in my cassette and hitting the fast forward button, counting the time in my head.

The glare I received was comical in its intensity.

I ignored the cranky angel, releasing the button and sighing in relief as the familiar piano intro began playing.  I started bobbing my head, pointing my finger out towards the great beyond.  “Just take those old records off the shelf, I’ll sit and listen to ’em by myself.  Today’s music ain’t got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll!”

  Cass angled himself towards the window and ignored me the rest of the drive.

- 3 -

I stumbled out of bed, led to the kitchen by the smell of coffee.  There was a fresh pot in the coffee maker, so I poured myself a cup and took a long sip.  I was on my second cup before I realized that coffee didn’t make itself.

“Cass?” I called.

“In here.”

I topped up my coffee and moved to the living room, where Cass was sitting on the couch in my AC/DC shirt, walkman in hand and headphones over his ears.

He glanced up at me as I approached, his expression flat.  “Hello, Dean.”

“Morning,” I said, sliding onto the couch beside him.  “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

“You were sleeping.”

“Okay, but you coulda woken me up,” I pointed out, arm settling around his shoulders.

“Didn’t seem necessary.”

“I like waking up with you.”

“I see.”

“Cass?”

“Yes?”

“…are you still mad at me…?” I asked slowly.

“Why would I be mad at you, Dean?”  He met my gaze steadily as he spoke.

“’Cause I threw your crap cassette out the window and wouldn’t go back to get it?” I suggested.

“Oh, you mean your complete and blatant disregard for me and my feelings,” he said with a nod.

“If that’s how you wanna phrase it…”

“It is.”

I wanted to say something snarky, but I suddenly realized that my stomach was tying itself in knots every time Cass spoke in that distant tone, and now all the witty comebacks were stuck in my throat, slowly choking me to death.

Cass squinted at me, then something in his expression changed.  “Dean.”

I still couldn’t say anything.

“You are a jackass,” he informed me.

I didn’t mean to flinch.

“And you piss me off frequently.”

I didn’t mean to make myself smaller.

“But I love and tolerate you.”

A laugh that sounded slightly on the wrong side of hysterical bubbled up out of me.  “You tolerate me?”

“Yes, I tolerate you and your terrible behavior,” he confirmed.

“Gee, thanks, buddy,” I said, wondering if I could pull away from him and go bury myself in the backyard.

“Dean,” he repeated, starting to sound frustrated.  “That was not an invitation to self-recrimination.”

“I’m not-”

“I am allowed to be angry with you for the rude and obnoxious things that you do,” he said.  “You should ‘take it like a man’.”

That threw cold water on my pity party like no other, causing me to sputter incoherently.

Cass looked pleased.

I grumbled at him, taking another long drink of my coffee.

Cass just smiled and tucked his head under my chin.

It was so foreign and yet the most natural thing in the world as I kissed the top of his head and felt stupid.

Which is why I found myself driving down the lane again, retracing our previous drive before getting out of the car and wading through the bushes.

It took a lot longer to find the stupid tape than I thought it would.

I dumped it on the nightstand on my way to the shower, and forgot about it.

Cass came and went depending on work, so it was a couple of weeks before I found myself being woken up by a pair of lips pressing up my spine.

I looked over my shoulder, smiling sleepily at him.  “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, eyes crinkling.  “I missed you.”

“Sap,” I said, rolling my eyes but leaning in for a quick morning peck.

Cass was not interested in a quick morning peck, pushing his tongue into my mouth and trying to map out my tonsils.

“Where’s the fire?” I asked, a little dazed.

“In my pants,” he replied solemnly.

I burst out laughing.

Cass looked pleased at first, but when I kept laughing he started to get annoyed.  “Dean?”

“Yuh-huh?” I managed to get out, rubbing at the tears pricking my eyelids.

“Enough,” he stated firmly, and my mouth went dry.

Cass being bossy was… something.

I found myself being pulled on top of him, two hands settling rather definitively over my ass and a tongue once again jamming down my throat.

For all his lack in finesse, Cass was actually an excellent kisser, and I was immediately drowning.

He took full advantage.

I came up for air with a gasp, trying to push a little space between our now rolling hips and failing miserably, what with Cass’s iron grip holding me against him.  “Ca-” I tried, but he swallowed up anything else I had to say, and then we were both drowning.

Cass whined into the kiss, hips moving insistently, always wanting more.

I tried to keep up, tried to give as good as I got, but Cass was a force of nature and sometimes it was just too damn much.  “Slow down,” I whispered when I could finally catch a quick breath.

“I can’t,” he whined, coming undone.

“Yes, you can,” I murmured, pressing my hand over his as he worked us both over.  “Nice and slow, baby.”

“Dean,” was all he could say, sounding distraught.

I took control of the pace, feeling more like myself and less like… whatever I became when Cass was running the show.  Rather not think too much about that in general.  I focused on Cass now, watching the way his face scrunched up, knowing he was close.

“Dean,” he pleaded.

“Okay,” I said, finally giving him permission.  My hand slid from his, going to hold his waist.

He was suddenly sitting us up, mouth pushing against mine frantically as his hand moved between us.

I murmured soft encouragements in his ear, though I was starting to stutter a little.

Cass probably wasn’t listening that closely anyway, the way he kept repeating my name like a mantra.

“Fuck,” I whispered, fingers digging into him.  “Fuck… yeah… just like that, sweetheart…”

He came apart completely, pulling me with him, and then we both just flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“What was that all about?” I finally asked, smacking my hand to his chest and then just kinda leaving it there because my limbs felt loose and relaxed and like they didn’t really have anywhere in particular to be.

“Dean, when a man and another man love each other very much-”

I made the herculean effort to lift my hand, just so I could smack him again.  “I meant that usually you let me wake up before you’re tryin’ to take things to Bonetown.”

“Oh…” he trailed off thoughtfully.  “I may have been a little more amorous than usual, yes.”

I waited.

He turned his face towards me, his whole expression going soft, damn near reverent.  “Dean.”

“Yeah?” I said, trying not to go soft and probably failing.

“Dean, you…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards the nightstand.

I eyed the supersized bottle of lube sitting there, and figured that wasn’t what was making Cass look at me like I hung the damn stars for him.  Then I remembered.

“You’re turning very red, Dean.”

“No I’m not,” I said, pointedly looking away from him.

Cass inched closer, nuzzling his face in my neck.  “Thank you.”

If I said, ‘for what?’, then we would have to actually talk about how I hiked through the woods to find his stupid boy band tape, so instead I offered him a, “yeah, whatever, it’s nothing.”

“It’s something,” he said, kissing my neck, and I couldn’t really deny that.

- 4 -

I was drumming on the steering wheel, headbanging to Slayer as best I could while still keeping my eyes on the road, when Cass let out the most overdramatic sigh in the history of overdramatic sighs.

“Something wrong?” I yelled to him over the music.

He leveled me with a glare before looking out the window, turning his entire back to me.

I turned the music up louder.

Cass crossed his arms over his chest.

I started to sing along.

He shifted so he could glare at me again.

I winked at him.

He said something.

“Huh?” I said, holding my hand up to my ear.

He repeated it.

I shrugged at him.

His hand suddenly shot out, ejecting the tape.  “You are infuriating!” he snapped at me.

“Hey, now,” I said, pointing sharply at the handwritten sign I’d stuck to the dashboard that proudly proclaimed ‘driver picks the music cuz Cass has terrible taste’.  “You know the rules.”

“Fuck your rules.”

I was scandalized.  “One does not simply ‘fuck’ the rules.”

“Well I just did,” he said, cocking his head to the side and daring me to prove him wrong.

I accepted his challenge and slowly pushed the cassette back in.

“Angel of death, monarch to the kingdom of the dead,” blasted out of the speakers.

“Goddammit, Dean!” Cass yelled loud enough for me to hear, ejecting the tape and tossing it in the backseat.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s not the same,” he muttered, but the way he was looking down at his lap and not at me was pretty telling.

“I’m sorry, did you just throw my tape in the backseat?” I asked him incredulously.

“At least I didn’t throw it out the window,” he grumbled at me.

“Oh, okay, well I guess that means that you’re considerate for an asshole.”

Cass huffed out an irritated breath.  “You weren’t enjoying the music, either.”

“Uh, yes I was.”

“No, you were not,” he said, giving me a snotty look.  “You were only singing along to annoy me.”

“That was an added bonus,” I said, flashing him a grin.

“I know what you look like when you’re enjoying yourself,” he said, frowning at my grin.  “And I know what you look like when you’re just doing something to piss someone, usually Sam, off.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I put your body together atom by atom-”

I mouthed ‘atom by atom’ along with him, which earned me an exasperated huff.

“Does making light of our profound bond help you to feel good about yourself?” he whined at me.

“No, but it’s hilarious.”

“I think you have confused the definition of ‘hilarious’ with the definition of ‘obnoxious’.”

“Ooooh, sweet burn,” I said with a snort.  “Really got me there, Encyclopedia Brown.”

“Your facetiousness is not appreciated right now.”

“It’s real cute how you’re trying to play the victim when you’re the one in the wrong.”

“I am in the wrong?” he asked, and the sheer look of incredulity on his face was hysterical.

“You threw my tape in the backseat!”

“You threw my tape out the window!”

“And we had great makeup sex because of it.”

“…are you trying to get more makeup sex?” he asked, squinting at me.

“Are you…?” I asked, squinting back at him.

“…no….” he said shiftily.

“Then why are you over here, throwing my tapes all over the place?”

“That song is about Nazis,” Cass declared with a frown.

“Uh, okay?”

“You hate Nazis.”

“I do hate Nazis.”

“You killed Hitler.”

“Hell yeah I killed Hitler!” I declared emphatically, reveling in a brief moment of smug satisfaction.

“Then why do you want to listen to songs about Josef Mengele?!”

“Dude, Angel of Death is like one of the greatest speed metal songs of all time.”

“But do you actually like it?”

I opened my mouth to answer and then thought about it for a while.  “I uh…”

“Put on some Motörhead,” he said, pulling out the box of tapes.

“Not too loud for you, princess?” I scoffed at him.

“We can lower the volume,” he said, pushing Ace of Spades into my hand.

I looked at the tape in my hand.

Cass went back to looking out the window.

“I’ll give you a pass on your little mutiny since Motörhead rocks,” I decided, magnanimously pushing in the tape and lowering the volume.  “But this does not in any way, shape, or form mean that your privileges have been restored.”

“I understand, Dean,” he said, but now he seemed like the smug one.

“I’m serious, Cass.”

“Of course you are.”

I didn’t feel like he was taking me seriously at all, but Motörhead did rock, and I found myself drumming on the steering wheel again before throwing my head back and singing loudly, “the Ace of Spades, the Ace of Spades!”

Cass’s smile went soft, and he started tapping his fingers on the door in time to the music, this new weird habit that he’d started lately.

I sang louder, throwing myself completely into the song, and the louder I sang, the wider Cass’s smile grew.

- 5 -

I was in the kitchen making breakfast while Cass was going through the records in the living room, trying to find something to play, when there was a knock at the door.

“Don’t pick something shitty!” I called to Cass as I moved towards the door, expecting to see Sam.

It was Bobby.

“Hey, kid, I’ve got a ’73 Trans-Am that won’t run,” he said as way of a greeting.

“Oh?” I asked, pulling the screen door open.

“Wanna take a look?”

“Hell yeah.”

Styx suddenly started blasting from inside the house.

“You got company?” Bobby asked.

“It’s just Cass,” I said, waving it off.  “I was making breakfast, so when I finish up with that I’ll come by your place.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said agreeably, sauntering off.

Cass was in the living room, squinting at the record player like that would somehow help him hear the music better.

“Good choice,” I said, kissing the top of his head.  “I’m gonna eat breakfast and then head off to Bobby’s.”

“Oh,” he said, turning his gaze to me.  “What are you doing there?”

“Car stuff.”

“Oh,” he said, looking less interested.

“You don’t wanna watch me work my magic on a Trans-Am?” I asked, wiggling my fingers at him.

“No.”

I stuck my lower lip out.

“You’re very manly and… virile,” Cass assured me, cupping my face and thumbing over my lip.

“Uh… thank you?” I said, completely confused and fairly distracted by the warmth of his hand.

“Well I assumed you were displaying your knowledge of motor vehicles in order to flaunt your sexual viability,” he explained, which didn’t explain anything at all.  “Like a peacock,” he added unhelpfully.

“Dude,” I said, shaking my head.

“I was incorrect?”

“It’s too early in the morning for whatever it is you’re saying,” I informed him, giving his behind a sharp spank and moving to the kitchen to eat my breakfast.

Cass took the chair next to me with a squinty-eyed glare, but became vaguely pacified when I gave him a bowl of maple syrup.  “I enjoy this texture,” he informed me, sticking his finger into the bowl and then sucking the syrup off of it.

“I know, buddy, I know,” I said, trying not to grin too stupidly at my weird, weird angel.

After breakfast, Cass saw me off at the door and I headed to Bobby’s.

I was ass-deep in a fuel pump repair when I heard Bobby talking to someone.  I slid out from under the car, watching as Bobby retreated into the house before flicking my eyes to Cass.

He looked back at me, a wrench awkwardly held in his hand.

“Heya, Cass, whacha doin’?” I asked, nodding my head towards the wrench.

“Bobby asked me to hold this,” he said, looking perplexed.

“And you are doing a bang-up job of it, sweetheart,” I said, wiping my greasy hands on my jeans and crowding into his space.  “Couldn’t resist seeing me in action, huh?”

“I came to borrow records from Bobby,” he said, but there was a small smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“Mm-hm,” I hummed, pulling him in closer by the belt loops of his borrowed jeans.

“He has all of Joni Mitchell’s albums on vinyl.”

“’Cause you don’t have every song of hers ever recorded,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Not on vinyl,” he said solemnly.

I was going all soft around the edges when Bobby’s gruff voice suddenly sounded behind me.  “You two love birds gonna carry on all day or are we gonna fix this jalopy already?”

So the thing was, for all that everything had completely changed between me and Cass, those changes were private, only-seen-in-the-confines-of-my-bedroom kind of changes.  Maybe we flirted a little more in public, but the whole standing-too-close-and-staring-into-each-other’s-eyes thing was nothing new for us.

And since nothing had really changed, I hadn’t exactly gone around advertising that Cass and I were… whatever we were.  Obviously Sam had figured it out without me saying anything, because he was Sam, and he knew when I so much as took a shit sideways (“you need more fiber in your diet, Dean”).  He took one look at me and Cass sitting on the couch bickering about the correct way to assemble a peanut butter and jelly sandwich,and just broke into the stupidest grin (“you two look good together”).

Charlie seemed to have the same psychic powers as Sam, looking between me and Cass at her D&D group sitting on completely opposite sides of the table and suddenly squealing with delight (“you did it, you did it, you finally did it, OMG!”).

Now here was Bobby, either teasing us for our stupid staring routine, or being the third person to see completely through this charade, and since I had no idea which one it was, I did what any normal person would do and jumped fifty feet away from Cass like I’d just been caught doing something bad.

Cass and Bobby both gave me a look, like I was somehow the crazy one, then turned back to each other.

“I was able to successfully hold onto your wrench,” Cass said, handing the wrench back to Bobby.

“Amazing job, Cass,” Bobby said, taking the wrench and passing Cass a stack of records.  “Have some real music as a reward for a job well done.”

“Real music?” I scoffed.

“None of Dean’s hair band crap,” he explained.

“Excuse me?” I said, thoroughly insulted.

“You are excused Dean,” Cass said absently as he flipped through the records.

I was making an incredibly shocked and offended face, but no one looked at me.

“I have heard of this man, Johnny Cash,” Cass said, giving Bobby a solemn nod.  “He is the Man in Black, much like the film with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones.”

That snapped me out of my funk and I immediately cracked up.

“Pretty sure he didn’t hunt any aliens, but sure,” Bobby said, trying to keep a straight face but not quite succeeding.

Cass ignored us both, continuing to flip through his records.  Finally he gave a contented nod.  “I will enjoy listening to these, thank you.”

“Any time,” Bobby said easily.

“I’m going to listen to them now, so please continue your manly bonding over vehicular repair,” he said, preparing to take his leave.  “Goodbye, Bobby.”

Bobby gave him a nod.

“Dean,” he said, giving me a look.

“Yeah, uh, bye,” I said, trying to communicate with a look of vast confusion that I had no idea what he was trying to convey to me.

I knew exactly what he was trying to convey to me.

Bobby glanced between me and Cass’s retreating back, then handed me the wrench.  “How’s the fuel pump looking?”

“Uh…” I said.

He looked at me like I was an idiot.

“I uh got it back in place, but I still gotta…” I trailed off.  “Look, Bobby, you know that Cass and I… you know?  I mean you know.  So… yeah.”

“Son, if you’re going to tell me something I already know, at least try using actual words to do it.”

I flushed, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.  “We’re...” I started to say, words like best friends and naked horizontal tango partners floating around in my head, all seeming inadequate.  “We’re boyfriends!” I blurted out, and then I wanted to kick myself in the face, because that was definitely not the word I’d been looking for.

“Boyfriends, huh?” Bobby said with a snort.

“Boyfriends,” I ground out, doubling down.

“All right then,” he said, and that was that.

It reminded me of that time when Sammy and I were kids, tossing a baseball around the salvage yard, and Sammy accidentally sent the ball sailing through one of the junker’s windows.  Of course I took the blame, ready to take an ass-whooping for my little brother, but Bobby wasn’t Dad, and he just shrugged and said, “all right then,” and took me through the entire process of repairing the window with him.  When we finished, he patted me on the shoulder and said, “not bad, kid.”

I slid back under the car, ready to get back to work.

“Can’t say I ever saw it coming back on earth,” Bobby said, and it was easier now that we weren’t looking at each other.  “But it just seemed kinda inevitable since you got to heaven.”

I felt vaguely embarrassed, but I just worked on the car, and eventually I found myself smiling.

Bobby’s approval always meant something to me.

#isola cass & dean's infinite playlist #fanfiction #the sequel no one asked for #i laughed out loud too many times reading this for something i wrote my damn self

[milkywaygg]

Baby Don’t Go (Chapter 2)

Warning: Slight NSFW Warning

The taxi dropped off Miguel at his mansion in the middle of the blunt night. He was barely able to keep composure as he waved goodbye to Nora and went inside, his hands shaking as he turned the keys into the door. To his surprise however, the kitchen lights were on and Yolonda, wearing a lavender nightgown and her curls down past her shoulders, was clutching her stomach and drinking ginger ale from one of their crystal glasses. She was barely able to stand up right herself as she chugged the ginger ale down, as Miguel watched in confusion.

“What are you doing back? Thought you went to go party with your girlfriends?”, Miguel asked lazily, taking a seat across the bar.

“I was. The party ended two hours ago and I went to bed. Where were you?”, Yolonda asked sloppily, before wincing as her head gave her a sharp pain, “Ow! Ugh…”

“Just went out drinking with uh…some guys at work. Yeah, we all decided to get a couple of rounds since we all had to drive those garbage trucks in this god-forsaken heat. Felt like we all deserved a reward.”, Miguel quickly lied. There was no way in hell, especially in her current condition, that Yolonda was gonna take the news of Nora’s presence well.

“Wow..it’s not like you to treat your employees. Must have been pretty hot outside.”

“Yeah well, what can I say? It was one hell of a work day.”, Miguel chuckled, glad that Yolonda was too wasted to really suspect anything, “Eh, what do ya say we uh…get busy tonight?”

“Ow..not tonight Miguel. My head’s killing me.”

“You can’t take an Advil for that shit? Come on, we hadn’t done it since the girls moved out. Besides, we don’t have to be long. Just a quick one.”

“I said no, Miguel! Damn, what part of I don’t feel well don’t you understand?”, Yolonda snapped suddenly, making Miguel back up. He forgot how cranky she could be after a good round of drinks, and especially if her hangover was beginning to form.

“Alright alright, forget about it then. Let’s just go to bed.”, Miguel said, headed towards the bedroom before he noticed Yolonda wasn’t following him, “You coming?”

“Uhm…maybe later. I need some space right now.”

“What? Why? What did I do?”, Miguel asked, suddenly outraged, “Why does it seem like the few times we’re together in the same damn room, you ‘need your space’? Are you mad at me or something, Yolonda? What did I do to you?”

“Miguel, you didn’t do anything..it’s just…ugh I wish you wouldn’t talk to loud.”, she complained, before finally looking up, her purple eyes locking in with his pinks, “I don’t think I need to justify anything to you. I just need some time to myself. I’ll come to bed when I’m ready.”

“But what did I do, Yolonda, so I can fix it? How do you expect me to make it right when you won’t even talk to me for more than 5 fucking seconds?”

“Again Miguel, you didn’t do shit. There’s just a lot on my mind and I need some space right now. Why can’t you just respect that?”

“I-I mean, I do. I want to respect your space, but I also don’t want you going to bed mad at me, especially since I’ve got no idea what I did to make you mad.”, Miguel said angrily, before clearing his throat, “Remember what we promised each other when we read our vows. How we’d be the epitome of communication or some bullshit.”

“Well that clearly worked out well.”, Yolonda growled.

“Just tell me what the fuck I’ve done, Yolonda. Stop playing fucking 20 questions with me.”

“Fine! Since you think you’re the goddamn Burger King all the sudden, why don’t you have it your way, as usual!”, Yolonda suddenly shouted, slamming the glass on the counter, “Why are you always so obsessed with work, huh? You don’t even tell me good morning in the mornings anymore?”

“Well, why are you so obsessed with partying huh? It’s a damn miracle I’m even having this conversation with you right now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I get off at 6 or 7 every night, and I can’t even remember the last time you’ve made a meal for me, or had dinner ready.”

“You can cook. You’ve got two arms and two wings, Miguel. Besides, it’s not a woman’s job to cook.”

“Oh, here we go. See, I knew that’s where the girls got their sexist attitudes from. It’s not about Sexism, Yolonda. The fact is, you don’t have a job and I have to bust my ass just to put a roof over our heads. We might be rich, and yes, we definitely have it a lot better than most people in Fairy World, but money doesn’t grow on trees. I can’t just shit jewels or pull dollar bills outta my ass. We actually have to work for the stuff that we want!”

“I understand that, but would it at kill you to at least spend a little time with me in the mornings? Drink some of the coffee I make for you when you’re too busy making sure your damn briefcase is organized? I mean, I DO try Miguel, but it always seems like you never notice that. You only seem to care about when I’m going out with my friends, or having a glass of wine here and there.”

“You know what, Yolonda? That’s another thing. Why are you going out clubbing so damn much anyways? We’re not 20,000 years old anymore. The glory days are over.”

“Ok so? Doesn’t mean I can’t have a good time. It’s not like we have to watch over our children anymore, anyways.”

“Yeah, but instead, you could be taking to time to I dunno..find yourself a job. Didn’t you say you wanted to look into working at a Jewelry store?”

“I mean yeah, but I’ll cross that bridge once I get to it. I’m an adult Miguel, and I expect to be treated like it. “

“Then act like it, for fuck’s sake.”

“Ok, you know what?”, Yolonda said, suddenly storming towards the bedroom, shoving Miguel to the side. Miguel watched as Yolonda slammed the connecting bathroom door shut after throwing clothes out of their shared closet. Not too much longer, she stomped out in her usual purple dress, but without any effort for her hair and make-up like usual, and grabbed the suitcase that was lying on her bed, throwing her pajamas and another purple dress inside, alongside her brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and some light make-up. She slammed it shut before she shoved Miguel out of the way once more, making her way towards the door.

“Wait. Where you going?”

“Away from you!”, Yolonda screamed, before slamming the door behind you, leaving a struggling Miguel to process what the hell just happened. Did he say something? Did he do something? Surely his wife didn’t just decide to snap of him for the fun of it. He knew Yolonda was a fun-loving fairy, but didn’t think she’d take it this far.

After a long night of deliberating it, Miguel eventually decided to turn in for the evening, the alcohol finally started to process in his system as his eye became heavier, and everything becoming more of a blur.

  Three days had passed and Miguel hadn’t heard a peep from Yolonda. The glass door never swung open, and Miguel was missing the clink of wine bottles that used to play from the kitchen the rare times she was home. He checked his phone constantly, hoping for at least a small text, even if it was rather cold and icy. He had even called her several times, yet they all resulted in either an instant decline, or 5 long rings before he was disconnected.

Despite feeling bad for the argument that had taken place that faithful night, Miguel also couldn’t help but feel somewhat angry with Yolonda. The more he repeated that last conversation in the mind, the more confused he found himself. He wasn’t sure what he’d done, or even how the argument even escalated. Well, Miguel did regret the Advil comment he shouted at her, but Yolonda generally wasn’t that sensitive. Usually, she’s the one making snide jokes at other people’s expense, even if it was just for shits and giggles. Miguel knew she wasn’t a bad person, but god could she be anymore childish. Miguel was almost as his wit’s end with all the nonsense.

Suddenly, Miguel felt his phone vibrate on the counter next to him. He picked it up quickly, expected an update from Yolonda, but instead, had gotten a text from Nora:

Had fun the other night ; ). If your wife isn’t home, would you want to come over for a bit?

Miguel paused, unsure what to think. Yes, he did feel a some sort of connection with Nora, but in the end, he just wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do. After all the criticisms he had thrown at Yolonda the other night, he felt it would be a bit hypocritical to do something behind her back.

But then again, did they really have much of a relationship anymore? Yolonda had just left without so much as a note or text, and didn’t even fully explain the reason why she exploded? And wasn’t Miguel also allowed to have friends? Miguel pondered for a moment how many guys Yolonda must have fraternized with on her nightly club outings, or late night parties. Finally reaching a decision, Miguel texted Nora back.

Sure. What u wanna do?

I’ve baked some cookies. Figured we could keep things casual with some treats and beer if u want.

I’m assuming ur husband never made it home.

No. Last time I checked, he said he was gonna stay with his sister to “emotionally support her” or some bullshit. I doubt he’ll cause any trouble. Besides, we’re allowed to have friends, right?

Guess so. Just don’t want ppl getting the wrong idea.

Fuck those people. My address is 123 Witherspoon St. I’ll have the cookies ready for you by then ; )

Ok. Guess I’ll head over there in a few.

Miguel placed the phone down and poofed his usual outfit on with his hand, before pocketing the phone and teleporting himself in front of the same house he had seen when he was dealing with the dumpster, though Miguel was able to get a better look at it. The purple house didn’t really seem to age well, as one of the windows had hole in one of the pains, and the paint seemed to slowly become more faded and even moldy, alongside an unclean gutter and a roof that seemed to be chipped away.

Eventually, Nora spotted him and led Miguel inside, the two deciding to gather on the back porch, as Nora had set up a cooler full of beers and hard liquor, while dishing out cookies by the dozen. They chatted and continued to complain about their husband and wife respectively, before telling each other embarrassing stories about them, laughing their butts off. As the sun set however, the hard liquor began to pile up, and both were too wasted to even sit up straight.

“Wait hang on….Miguel, you can’t poof home. Not like that.”, Nora slurred, nearly tumbling out of her seat, “Here. Let’s sleep in my room tonight.”

Nora led Miguel towards the room she shared with Linnie; a large, king-sized bed centering it. Nora changed into her bedroom as Miguel stood her awkwardly. Nora just stared at him oddly before she realized he didn’t being any pajamas.

“Uh…you don’t mind I…sleep in my underwear tonight, eh?”

“Go right ahead?”

After Miguel had gotten undressed, the two settled in quickly. At first, they had at least managed good space in between each other, but eventually, the two of them began to snuggle closer in together. Though they were both startled at first, eventually Nora and Miguel relaxed in each other arms. Taking a bold leap of faith, Nora then decided to kiss Miguel on the lips, half expecting him to slap her away. To her surprise, she felt him blush and kiss her back, almost as if they themselves were an already married couple. Finally, after a little while, they got close to each other and wrapped around each other’s body, having a grand time shifting around and…getting to know each other better. Both of them felt the heat rush as they bounced around, taking advantage of each other’s company, and getting in each other’s personal space as Nora slowly started to take off her pajamas.

After a little while of fun, Nora and Miguel both returned to their sides of the bed, panting and not wanting to fall asleep. Nora smirked, thinking about going round 2 until suddenly, a bright light shined out the window, and Nora could have sworn she heard Linnie’s voice outside.

#fairly oddparents #big daddy #mama cosma #cosmo and wanda #fanfiction

[broadswipeslideshow]

y’know what… i’m so tired of feeling like a fucking burden all the time. or made to feel like an idiot. because i swear that’s all i feel in my household - guilt and shame for being so stupid, so difficult. but in reality i’m not. i am not a burden. i am not an idiot, like i’ve been made to feel by both my dad and my step mom.

i cannot even explain how close i keep my emotions to myself. i never tell my parents how i’m feeling, or what i’m going through. i rarely complain, and if i do complain, i’m either a) fed up and genuinely need to complain about something ridiculous or b) want to express my emotions for once. either way, i’m shamed for it. it doesn’t even have to be said. i can see the judgement passed on me by both of my parents, especially my step mom. she acts like i’m the biggest fucking brat in the world. well sorry i’m trying to explain something that’s debilitating for me?

example. recently we’ve had a horrible cockroach problem and it’s kind of gone away. however, the last couple of days, they’ve returned to my bathroom and there’s literally nothing i can fucking do. i have a horrible phobia of cockroaches, i have told my parents this, and yet nothing is really done. whatever. i can kinda deal with it. anyway, yesterday there was a cockroach in my shower and i asked my dad if i could take a shower in their bathroom (his, my step mom’s, and my younger brother’s). he said yes. i swear to god, i was in there for maybe 7 minutes, trying to go as fast as possible because i knew my step mom was gonna flip her shit. god forbid i try to shower in goddamn peace. i guess i understand she needed to get ready for work, but the door wasn’t locked and i wasn’t even in there for that long. when i was coming out i heard her being all angry, which immediately triggered me, and then she was like “fine, i’ll just do the fucking laundry” and stomped off after ranting to my dad about me.

BECAUSE GOD FORBID I FUCKING TAKE A SHOWER!

maybe if they did something about the roach problem i wouldn’t have to use their shower. and again, this is the first time i even did that. the roaches have been a problem for two months now and i haven’t asked once to use their shower. but the moment i do, the one time i do, i’m shamed for it. so fuck my step mom. fuck her for making me feel like that. it’s my goddamn house too, and maybe if i wasn’t so fucking neglected i wouldn’t have to use their shower! it makes me feel like the worst person on earth. like i am the absolute most spoiled, self-centered, whiny, burdenous human on the planet. i didn’t even do anything wrong.

just in general, i have to say, fuck my step mom. she can be nice to me, sometimes, but she talks shit about me behind my back then acts sweet to my face. she also enables my abusive dad (which is something i’m still coming around to) and has allowed him to beat my younger brother before, who isn’t even my dad’s bio son. how the fuck can you do that? it makes me angry just thinking about it. i can still remember my brother’s screams and cries when my dad literally beat him with a fucking wooden spoon. it’s horrible. and she never cared when he was screaming at me, telling me i was lazy, a failure, whatever other slew of insults he could hurl at me because i was FUCKING FAILING SCHOOL DUE TO MY DEPRESSION! she never cared when i broke down sobbing because of it, literally having panic attacks because i was so guilty and terrified of my dad. she never once comforted me, never told my dad to stop, never intervened. and the times i did try to confide in her, did try to tell her things before i told my dad (who would explode in anger), she would act like i’d placed the biggest responsibility on her shoulders. she’d either sigh heavily or act like she had no idea what to do. and then she’d just end up telling my dad anyway, so i’d always get in trouble. i could never tell her secrets because my dad would find out. there was nothing kept between me and my step mom. so i stopped trusting her.

she’s complained to my dad before that i don’t talk to her. that i leave the room when she enters (which isn’t even because of her, and usually i was already planning to leave before she came into the room). then my dad gets mad at me for being “rude” and “mean” to her. but what about the times she hasn’t protected me? what about the times she’s broken my trust? or when she’s gotten mad at me for simply existing? i can’t even eat at home because she gets so mad that food disappears. i’m sorry, but living in a house with four people will result in food being used. yesterday she was complaining that toilet paper was being used too much. like ???? wtf, what kind of fucking gripe is that? sorry, i guess?

it’s just infuriating. and then the rare times i come to her for advice, or admit i don’t know something, she just blankly stares at me like i’m the dumbest fucking person to ever exist. sorry i don’t fucking know how to get a dorm for college, i was never taught that. don’t blame me for shit i was never goddamn educated on. my dad does that too. they act like i’m so fucking stupid. it pisses me off. i’m not stupid. i know i’m not. yet they can make me feel like i am, so easily, just with a simple look. i already doubt myself enough, i don’t need them adding to it. although, i think most of my self-doubt stems from being raised by them. like, sorry i fucking confided in you guys about something, which is literally what my step mom complains about (“she never talks to me! she never confides in me!”). so if you want me to confide in you, why do you make me feel like an idiot when i finally do?

fuck her for that. i hate being made to feel like this, and it’s one of the sole reasons i’m never home. and the fact that she’s always angry and slamming shit never helps. slamming doors, cabinets, drawers, whatever. it freaks me out. i literally cannot relax at home, not even in my room, because i know at any moment my dad can storm in and start screaming at me (even though i’m a legal adult and haven’t been yelled at by him in years). when she does that it triggers my fucking ptsd, and then she complains i never come out. MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE I’M TERRIFIED OF MY DAD? and maybe if she’d intervened i wouldn’t have so much trauma from the shit he’s said and done to me?

i cannot live here any longer. i’ve been trying to hold out - for my friends and for my parents - but i can’t. it’s literal torture. i can’t continue living in a house that’s meant to be my home, but isn’t. i can’t live somewhere that’s a constant reminder of the abuse both me and my brother went through. i can’t live in a place where i’m shamed, humiliated, and seen as a burden simply for existing. i can’t do it anymore. i have to get out of here.

#mine

[omegas-playhouse]

Alpha!Kuroo X Omega!Reader

CW: Omegaverse, knotting, breeding kink(tiny tiny bit), creampie, elevator sex, AFAB, NSFW. If I missed anything let me know!

~**~**~** MINORS DNI **~**~**~

You groaned as you stretched leaning back in your office chair. The office was so much better not constantly filled with people asking you questions and stopping you every so often. You always worked better after hours once everyone had mostly gone home for the day. You enjoyed your coworkers for the most part but they were very distracting. Especially today in particular.

You looked back down at your paperwork before you picked up your pen and started working once again. Though after a moment your nose twitched before you frowned. You smelled him long before he darkened your doorway. You didn’t look up as he walked closer to your desk propping himself up on it. “What do you want Kuroo?” He smirked. “Just came to see how my favorite coworker is doing.” You rolled your eyes. “Wish I could be bothered to say the same. Now get out. I’m trying to get this work done.” He chuckled. “You’re so mean…you’ll hurt my feelings.” “I will hurt more than your feelings if you don’t leave.” He smirked again leaning closer to you with that stupid wolfish grin on his face. You hated how it gave you butterflies.

“You know for someone who claims to hate me so much your scent seems to say otherwise, omega.” You frowned your pen, halting its movements. You narrowed your eyes and you glared at him. “What are you talking about?” He smirked when you took the bait. “Can you not tell? There was a reason why so many of the guys around the office kept coming in. When was the last time you took a suppressant?” You blinked before freezing. Had you taken any recently? You frowned remembering that you’d given your last few to a coworker and you’d forgotten to get more.

Kuroo frowned as your scent soured. You were panicking. “Now don’t stress too badly. It isn’t too loud but even if you get your suppressants they aren’t going to help.” You groaned, laying your head on your desk. Kuroo chuckled. “You should probably get home before you get any worse.”

You sighed as you went to pack up your things. “Want a ride?” You open your mouth to tell him to get out before a shiver goes down your spine. You cursed softly, failing to bite back a whimper. Kuroo growled slightly before shaking his head. “You…really need to get home and fast…” You nodded as you finished packing up. “I’ll drive you home. You’ll attract the wrong kind of trouble smelling like that.” He said, staring at you. You glanced at him before looking away and nodding. “Fine..” He quickly left to grab his keys. He needed to get some fresh air. You smelled too good. He was so tempted to bend you over your desk and fuck you stupid. Hopefully the ride would be quick. Once he met you at the elevator you both went inside heading down to the garage floor. However as you descended a loud scraping could be heard making you freeze. You and Kuroo stared at each other before the lights went out and it stopped moving. Thankfully not too long after the emergency lights turned on so you weren’t in complete blackness.

“No…” you whispered, trying not to panic and failing miserably. “K-Kuroo..” You whimpered. “We’ll be alright..don’t worry..” he said softly moving closer to you as he used his scent to try and comfort you. You relaxed some before moving away. You knew he was trying to help but smelling him was going to send you fully into heat. “Why me..” You groaned. Of course you’d get stuck in here with Kuroo as you were starting your heat.

“Could be worse.” You looked in the direction of his voice narrowing your eyes. “Don’t say that. Things will get worse..” He chuckled. “At least you’re not alone in here.” “Ah yes…almost going into heat with a stupid alpha here is going to go so well.” You muttered as you heard him get closer, making you squeak and back up to a wall. Kuroo chuckled. “You’re so cute~” He muttered, pressing himself against you, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. You pressed your hands against his chest wanting to push him away, but you only gripped the front of his shirt. He smelled so good him just being so close was enough to make you wet.

Kuroo let out a shaky breath. “You smell so good. I can see why all those other alphas were after you. You’re lucky I scared them off..” He said softly. “Huh?” “I stopped them from showing up. A few of them were even planning on staying behind..” He muttered kissing the side of your neck, making you shiver. “Couldn’t let them do that.” He growled before pulling away. He took a deep breath. He needed to try and control himself before he pounced on you. “Kuroo?” You said softly, reaching out for him. He groaned. “Kitten…if you keep this up I won’t be able to control myself. It’s taking everything in me not to tear your clothes off right now.” You whined your thighs pressing together. “Besides you hate me anyway, right?” He asked. You sighed. “I..don’t hate you. Not really.” You said softly. “You just…I hate how much you affect me and get under my skin so easily…” Kuroo blinked before smirking. “Oh?” You rolled your eyes. “Stop looking so smug.” You said crossing your arms as you looked away. You couldn’t see him all that well, but you knew him well enough at this point.

You then heard him cross the elevator walking over to where you were standing. He chuckled as you pressed your back against the elevator. “Don’t shy away now..” he said softly. “I won’t do anything unless you give me permission.” He said softly pressing up against you. When you remained quiet he moved his knee in between your legs applying pressure. You moaned, grinding against his leg. “Come on pretty girl. I’ll be more than glad to help you out.” He said applying more pressure. “K-Kuroo plea-“ You started before he interrupted you. “First name, baby.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “Tetsurou..” You said softly a shiver running down his back. “Please…help me.” You said grinding more against his thigh. Your panties were soaked with your slick at this point and your scent was filling up the elevator making Kuroo’s head spin. “Not quite the begging I wanted but fuck…” He hissed, pulling you into a deep kiss, letting you soak his pants and thigh.

You sighed, kissing him back eagerly. “Testu…” You whined. “I know..” He muttered, starting to strip off your clothes. He kissed along your jaw until he reached your neck nipping and biting and leaving marks all over your skin. He pulled away after a moment admiring his handiwork. He wanted to make sure everyone understood that you were his. You huffed after a moment. He was moving too slow for your taste. You needed him now. You quickly drop to your knees making him blink before you quickly undid his pants and belt moving them out of your way before you reached out and rubbed his dick through his underwear. He moaned softly. “Impatient aren't we?” He said, smirking a bit. “Not my fault you’re too slow..” You mumbled reaching into his underwear and pulling out his cock. Your mouth watered as you stared at him.

You kissed the tip feeling it twitch in your hand before you ran your tongue along up from the base to the tip. You couldn’t help but reach down to touch yourself as you licked the tip before lowering your mouth on him, moaning softly. Kuroo cursed holding onto your head as you took more of him into your mouth. He bucked his hips causing you to choke, but you kept going, not picking up the pace like he wanted as you sucked him off. You looked up challenging him as he tried to get you to go faster. He growled before grabbing onto your hair and forcing all of himself down your throat making you groan. “Damn tease..” He growled again watching as your eyes water before he pulled you off letting you take a big gulp of air. “Do something about it then..” You replied after catching your breath, smirking up at him.

He glared at you before stuffing his cock back into your mouth. “Don’t complain when I’m giving you exactly what you are asking for.” He growled, grip on your hair tightening before he set a fast pace, fucking your throat. You moaned as you flicked and rubbed at your clit. You were getting so close too fast. “Fuck, your mouth feels good...glad it’s good for something other than you talking shit all the time..”He muttered. He was getting close and so were you. “Gonna cum...you better swallow all of it omega..” You looked up at him, eyes glazed over as you moaned around his dick, drool dripping down your chin and onto the floor. He cursed forcing you to take all of him and holding your head there as he came down your throat. It didn't take you long to tumble over the edge as he filled your mouth and throat with his warm cum. It was so good. His legs shook as he leaned back against the wall, letting go of your head. You slowly pulled away, panting as you looked up at him. He reached down holding your jaw. “Open your mouth..” You opened wide showing him that you had swallowed all of it like he’d told you. “Good girl~” He said softly.

Kuroo undressed himself before he had you lay down on the floor of the elevator. He wasn’t sure how long you both would be stuck in here before main power was restored so he didn’t have a lot of time to do everything he wanted to you. He then knelt down leaning over you. “Alpha please...need you..” You muttered. You were sweating and your scent was even stronger than before. You were fully into it now. The only thing you wanted was for Kuroo to bury his cock deep inside you. Kuroo grabbed at your legs pushing them close to your chest. He went eye level with your pussy. Just smelling you like this would probably send him into a rut if he wasn’t careful. He then ran his tongue along your slit, wanting to at least taste you a little even if he didn’t have time to fully devour you.

You moaned, legs twitching in his grasp, still being held up towards your chest. “Alpha…” You whimpered as he shifted positions hovering about you, his cock lined up with your hole. He then slowly entered you, moaning as your hole sucked him in and milked him. “Fuck…” He whispered before fully burying his cock inside you. You moaned, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You squealed as he pulled out slightly before burying himself inside of you again. Despite how wet you were you could still feel him stretching you so nicely. His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. “More...please alpha more..” You whined wiggling your hips as he picked up the pace. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you hard and fast. Kuroo cursed as he felt your insides cling to and wrap around him. He stared down at you as your eyes rolled back and your legs shook. “Close close close..” You repeated words slurred as you were completely lost in the feeling of his cock rubbing your sweet spot and the tip hitting your cervix. You’d never felt so full and so good. It was almost too much.

You whimpered feeling his large knot bump against your hole. “Knot me..please...breed me, Testuro..” You moaned. “Fuck...how can I say no when you ask me like that baby..” He moaned as he pushed into you harder, his knot stretching your hole wide before it popped inside. You convulsed clenching hard on his cock as you came which had him tumbling over the edge and cumming hard not long after, biting your shoulder. As tempting as it was he didn’t to mark you as his mate without you being fully coherent or without permission.

Your body twitched as you came down from your high. You reached up, pulling Kuroo down into a kiss. You stayed like that for a while enjoying being wrapped up in his arms as you were tied together and he scented you. You purred happily nuzzling against the crook of his neck, making him smile.

#alpha kuroo #kuroo smut #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader smut #hq smut

[artzee-bee]

Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

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