#angel and devil arguing on my shoulders

[sadfixion]

the absolute urge to download pgr again purely for the character designs but the fact that it will rob me of all my remaining time and attention ...uncool

[djsangos]

yknow what nobodys home right now

i could go get coffee...... and nobody could stop me........

[avispraeda]

"This fic'll be shorter than the other one, nice and quick so it's less daunting" <- the words of an idiot, an absolute buffoon, as they chop yet another chapter in half.

[harlequinfrog]

me wanting to set my warriors fanclans in the desert/mountains where i used to live (bc i love it there) vs me getting sad every time i think about the impact four large feral cat colonies would have on the local wildlife (bc i love it there)

[restinslices]

I love your stuff so much, could you write something with the reader getting jealous about Smoke? Someone getting a bit too close to him and the reader feels bad about it. And Tomas finds out and comforts her, finding it endearing.

And I love you💕 Idk why this was kicking my ass so bad. I did two drafts and idk if I like this but this is all I got😔

Word count: 1476

Tomas was not entirely stupid. 

Sure he had moments where he'd made something that should've been simple,  incredibly complicated but he wasn't stupid. He didn't think so at least. 

Anyone who's been around him for the past week might disagree though. 

Tomas had just returned from a mission along with his brothers, and naturally he was telling you all about it. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't really listening. Tomas tended to ramble and his missions were usually the same as the last, so it was best to let him go on and on but still add commentary here and there. “Wow”, “Really?”, “No you didn't”, and other side comments would hold him. 

Your ears perked up and you started to listen more when he started mentioning women.

It's not that he couldn't speak to other women or he couldn't have female friends, you weren't that crazy. It was just the way he was describing them. Great fighters, moving with the wind, long flowy hair that danced in the sun. It was compliment after compliment, and as much as you hated to admit it, it made your heart squeeze. 

“Wanna tell me how they all looked in detail?” You said sarcastically. You expected Tomas to hear your sarcasm, realize what was wrong, apologize and keep telling his story. Instead he just chuckled and said 

“Then we'd be here all day”. 

Unfortunately for you, the day got worse. 

Another woman whose name you hadn't memorized was all over him. Giggling at jokes that weren't nearly as funny as she pretended they are and finding any reason to touch him. 

You should've said something. You should've communicated your feelings. That's how relationships are supposed to work. 

But you didn't. 

On one hand, you thought you had every reason to be jealous and if Tomas actually cared for your feelings, then he would've picked up on this and apologized. On the other hand you thought you were being unreasonable. Tomas couldn't help if some ditzy bitch liked him. Plus, you never told him how you felt, so you couldn't be mad at him for not understanding. In the same breath though, why didn't he tell her to get off of him and why did he feel it was necessary to describe how great these other women he met were? 

You were arguing with yourself for a solid week, and each day that devil on your shoulder got louder. After all, if Tomas did care about how you felt, he'd stop entertaining that girl. Everytime she was near, you left. Didn't you absence bother him?

But once again, that damn angel got in the way telling you to just be honest with him. He'd understand. How can you be mad at something you hadn't communicated upsets you?

But communication came with shame. How would you look telling Tomas that you got a little butt hurt about him talking about other girls and a girl that kept flirting with him? He'd either understand, or he'd be upset. That's how relationships fell apart, right?

No. It was the lack of communication. 

Maybe?

“I'm gonna throw myself down the stairs” you mumbled. 

“Why?” he asked. 

You somehow forgot he was there. You and him were in charge of washing dishes for the week, but neither of you had been talking. 

“I just hate washing dishes” you said, not completely lying. 

It went silent again, the only thing filling the air being the sounds of you washing and him rinsing. 

Then that silence was broken. 

“Are you ignoring me?” he asked. You didn't know how to answer. You didn't mean to ignore him. You were just in your head a lot. 

You didn't answer and he sighed. “Did I do something?”

“No” you answered without thinking. It was a reflex at this point. Tomas over thought things a lot and you'd have to remind him not everything was on him. Telling him he wasn't at fault was natural, but you weren't sure who was at fault now. 

“I mean… I don't know. It doesn't matter”

“It does to me”

“Does it?”. 

You closed your eyes and breathed slowly. You were being way too harsh and you knew it. Tomas was asking you to share what was going on in your head, and you were saying no?

You opened your eyes again. Your mouth opened a few times, trying to figure out how to put what you were feeling but it never felt right. 

“I don't know how to get this out. It doesn't even make sense in my head. It won't make sense out loud”

“Just say it anyway and I'll ask you questions if I'm confused”. You wondered how Tomas was so good and patient and wondered if he learned that from one of his parents. Or maybe his sister. Either way, you mentally thanked whoever he learned from. 

“Ok so, I just feel- no. No, I should explain first in chronological order. You came back and then… actually that sounds really accusatory”. You groaned and looked over at him “can you just tell me to shut the fuck up”. 

He smiled a little and shook his head. “I wanna hear it. We have all day”. 

“It's late at night. That is not true”. He didn't respond and he wouldn't until you confessed whatever you were thinking. 

“Chronological order then…”, after some more stumbling and backtracking you managed to get it all out. Why you were jealous, when it started, how conflicted you felt and how ashamed you felt for being jealous in the first place. The whole time he just listened, nodded, and furrowed his brows at some parts. You couldn't tell if it was confusion or anger. 

“I didn't mean it that way” he said when you were done. “When I said 'then we’d be here all day’. I just meant there was a lot of them, which I realize now still sounds bad but I didn't mean it in some 'they were just too beautiful’ way. I didn't hear your sarcasm”

“And I just kept conversation with her to be nice. I don't know. I didn't wanna seem rude”

“Being rude can go a long way”

“I guess. And I noticed your absence, I just didn't know why. I figured you needed space for whatever reason, so I didn't bother you”

“I think it's impossible for you to bother me”. 

Once again, he smiled and let out a small laugh. You looked back down at the soapy water and that's when you felt like a complete idiot. You were worrying him when you could've been had this conversation. 

“I'm an idiot”

“I don’t think so” and you could tell by his voice that he was smirking. “I think you're just really in love with me”

“Ok buddy”. You rolled your eyes, even if he was right. 

“It's cute”

“It's embarrassing”

“Loving me or-”

“Being jealous. I haven't been that jealous before with anyone else”

“I'm not like anyone else”

“You're white. You're quite literally like everyone else-” Tomas flicked water your way, some of it getting in your eye. 

“I'm gonna kill you”

“You wouldn't. You'd get jealous over the Grim Reaper”. You frowned but he kept smiling that stupid smile that was both loving and antagonistic. Then he laughed. A nice heartfelt laugh that ended up making you crack a smile. 

“Are you smiling because I'm laughing?”

“Absolutely not”,  you lied. 

“You really got a thing for me”

“I've never met you a day in my life”

“That's even more embarrassing then if you're that in love with me”. You went to make another smart comment, but he bumped his shoulder against yours “hey”, he said softly. So soft it threw you off guard. “I think it's cute. You're like a little guard dog”. 

“Were you dropped on your head as a baby and now your social cues are scrambled? A guard dog? I'd prefer if you stabbed me. Here-”, you went to grab a knife but he caught your hand. Any other time you would've hated this. Both your hands were soaking and something about the feel of that made you skin crawl, but you guessed you could deal with that. 

“I think it's cute that you love me so much. I just wish you'd be more honest about what you feel. I was worried”. 

You cringed. You supposed that was your fault. You and your dumb brain making shit complicated, which is something you swore was more of a Tomas thing. 

“I'll be better. I promise. I'll start now”

“Now?”

“Now. The texture of you wet hand makes me wanna die. Please unhand me”. He couldn't help but laugh as he let you go, and you couldn't help but laugh as well. 

You didn't know what you were laughing at. 

You were just happy to be laughing together. 

Finally getting back to requests. The crowd goes wild. Tumblr has this big space between lines so I cannot tell if the format is weird and I should add more space or if I’m tweaking. Oh well.

[yikesattackpenicillin]

House and Wilson are like the angel and devil on my shoulder except they keep falling in love and arguing and completely ignore me to talk to each other

[taexoxosgf]

2:00 AM

bf!jaemin x fem!reader

warnings: toxicity because i’m ill (sue me), gaslighting, angst, making out, groping

“I’m blaming you because it’s your fault!” you step closer, orbs firing at his. He doesn’t move an inch, instead stands his ground. Jaemin continues to look at you with this challenging look as if urging you to continue, and if you do, to find out what happens next.

You aren’t scared one bit. You both have been arguing for most of the night, but both parties don’t regress. It’s a cycle that drains but also a high you can’t get enough of.

“I told you, I didn’t tell my friends about your personal issues,” he lowers the pitch of his voice and lowly enunciates each word to get the point across to you. As if you were a fucking child. You hate when he talks to you as if he’s superior and you’re just a dumb person who’s blindly in love with him.

“Then how does Jeno know about something so personal?” you grit. It was so obvious your boyfriend was the cause but refuses to admit his fault, like always.

“I don’t know!” he throws his arms up at the apparently absurd question. “Maybe you told someone and forgot you did,” he seems satisfied with his refute, but you don’t fall for it.

“Oh come on, stop with the shitty excuses and just admit that you opened your damn mouth,” you’re practically fuming at this point, the wheels in your head turning after every second that passes.

“I think you’re making things up in your head because you know I’m right and you remember telling someone other than me,” Jaemin scoffs.

“Are you serious right now?” you take another step closer, a step too close as the tip of your noses brush after every syllable exchanged. “Look who’s making shit up now? These same responses are getting a little old, aren’t they?” you push against his chest with your pointer finger. There's practically zero space between the two of you and the temperature of the room seems to continue to rise. It’s probably because of how furious you are and the steam that's practically coming out of your ears.

“What about you? Huh? Aren’t you tired of blaming everything on me? Aren’t you sick of always picking a fight with me for no reason?” your boyfriend sneers. It seems no matter how long these occurrences take to resolve if they ever resolve, Jaemin refuses to back down.

Rolling your eyes, you lick your teeth before continuing,” So many fucking questions, and no answers to mine. Ever.“

“Keep talking and see what happens when you continue using that mouth of yours.”

“I fucking hate you,” you spit.

“I fucking hate you more,” he steps forward, those same words slowly being uttered. He's challenging you again, but the more he talks like that, the farther you both stray from the beginning.

It forces you to take a step back to prevent falling. Even though you take a step back, Jaemin follows you, keeping the same proximity previously exercised. There's mere silence as you both await the first move. And after what feels like a million years, his eyes flicker down to your lips.

Damn you. Na Jaemin.

A million things are going through your mind and the line between right and wrong becomes blurred in these seconds of thought. It’s as if there's a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.

But the silence is finally broken when Jaemin’s hand wraps around your nape to roughly bring your lips to his.

Fuck, you’re so mad at him.

But your body still tingles at every touch and the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins adds to the growing addiction that is him.

His hands are all over everywhere. He grips your ass, moving up to your hips. and finally pushes his heated hands below your thin shirt. His palm covers the majority of your abdomen, the same hand extending up to your breasts. Your boyfriend groans against your lips the moment he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. When he kneads your tits, focusing on your sensitive nipple, your mouths move languidly with each other, fitting like puzzle pieces, and you groan at the stimulation.

At your moan, he recognizes it as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and you welcome it with ease. It’s all too familiar, all too addicting when he grunts the moment your back hits the wall of your shared apartment.

Why does this feel so good when it shouldn’t?

[ladyshinga]

I don't have a devil and angel arguing on my shoulder, it's just two philosophers and one is drunk and the other is high and half their disagreements are just wild misunderstandings. neither are helpful

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Devils Roll the Dice, Angels Roll Their Eyes

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader

2.2k words

Warnings: Language, lying/sneaking around, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, fluff & flirting, protective dad, mentions of gambling & drinking

Roy shook his head at you as he watched you scurry down the tree. Deciding to flaunt a little, you jumped down from a higher limb than usual, landing in front of the footballer with a cocky grin to rival the ones he shot you at training.

“Fucking show off,” he chuckled before pulling you in for a kiss. “How does a drive sound?”

“Perfect.”

The two of you settled in his car happily, with you relaxing back into your seat while Roy placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other firmly on your thigh. A dreamy pop song drifted quietly from the radio as he began to drive aimlessly, no destination in mind other than getting far away from prying eyes. As much as you loved having Roy in your bed, or spending time tangled up in his, you had to admit that going for drives with Roy was something special. With the windows down and the stars glittering above, some silly little part of you felt like a character in a romantic movie. And Roy Kent was definitely the perfect leading man.

The small squeeze he gave your thigh sent a jolt down your spine. “You pack a pretty little dress like I asked?”

A girlish giggle tumbled pack your lips. “I’ve got a couple in mind,” you assured him. “But I don’t know which to bring unless you tell me what the hell we’re doing.”

“What ever happened to letting things be a mystery?” he teased as he turned down a particularly dark street.

“Not when there’s an outfit to plan,” you countered. You stuck your hand out the window, savoring the night air on your skin, helping to cool you down; you always seemed to run a little warm when you were with Roy.

He chuckled and gave your thigh a playful pinch. “Can’t argue with that.” He slouched a little, finally relaxing now that he had driven far from your posh neighborhood. “Well, I hope you don’t mind but…” He cleared his throat. “I kind of told Jules about us. And I’m assuming he told Katie.”

For a brief moment, your blood ran cold. So far, the two of you had been careful about keeping things completely secret; you only told one girlfriend, and that was only so she could help you cover your tracks with your parents. But you knew Jules and Katie, and you trusted Roy. If Roy told them, you knew it was for a reason. Just like you knew they’d keep quiet.

“What’d they say?” you asked quietly.

His laugh filled the car. “Well, first Jules accused me of having a death wish,” he admitted. “Says your dad is going to fucking murder me if he ever finds out.” Roy’s hand left your thigh to take your hand in his. “But then I told him that I’m fucking dying to take you out properly.” He pressed a tender kiss to the back of your hand. “And he agreed to help us out.”

Roy was dying to take you out. Properly. The thought was enough to bring a goofy smile to your face. “And how will he be helping us?”

“Well…” You could see Roy grip the steering wheel a smidge tighter. “See, the guys’ll be going out after the match,” he explained slowly. “Some club or whatever. But Jules and I were thinking, there’s this casino in town, supposed to be pretty posh…” He shrugged, aloofness suddenly in his tone, as if to disguise how anxious he was to hear your thoughts. “What d’you think?”

A night out with Roy Kent at some fancy casino. There were definitely worse things in the world.

But you weren’t sure if there were better ones.

“I think that sounds pretty great,” you assured him. You rested your head on his shoulder. “You think I could be your little good luck charm?”

A kiss landed on the top of your head. “Well, I did score in our first match with you there, wearing my kit,” he reminded you. “I think you already are.”

With a blush on your face, you found out the rest of the plan from Roy. Katie was going to invite you to go out with her and Jules, which would definitely sound better to your dad than you hitting a club with a bunch of twenty-year-old footballers. Jules, meanwhile, would invite Roy to join him for a quieter night than their teammates would be having. If your dad found out about the outing, all four of you could claim pure coincidence. He’d definitely roll his eyes and scowl, but he couldn’t protest.

But it would probably be best for all involved if he didn’t find out about any of it.

~

You carefully studied yourself in the mirror. It was a little terrifying, going out with Roy in this particular dress, with its short hemline and tight fit. He’d like it, you knew that for a fact; hell, he’d love it. Already you could picture his raised eyebrows and dropped jaw, and you could almost hear the soft “Fuck” that would slip past his lips. Your whole body tingled at the idea of Roy seeing you look so fucking good.

But your stomach was in knots with the knowledge that your dad was in this same hotel, probably getting ready to grab dinner with the other coaches, and could very likely catch you taking off with Roy and the others. No matter how much you protested that you and Roy were friends, barely friends at that, you knew your dad wasn’t stupid; he’d know immediately that you were dolled up for the attractive midfielder. You just hoped he wouldn’t totally humiliate you or try to stop you.

The soft knock at your door brought you out of your thoughts. With one last check in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and walked to the door. On the other side was Roy, with a small smile that quickly turned into a little o as he took in the sight of you.

“I think we might need to cancel the casino,” he growled, leaning in the doorway with a quirked eyebrow. “Stay right here and get that dress the fuck off you.”

A pleased blush settled over your face as you joined him in the hallway and quietly closed the door behind you. “I assume you think I look pretty tonight.”

“Pretty. Beautiful. Stunning. Goddess-like. Take your pick, princess.” After a quick glance up and down the hall, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. “Shall we?”

Resisting the urge to grab Roy’s hand, you fell into step beside the footballer, thrilled to have the entire night ahead of you. A night where you could finally, at least for a few hours, act like any other couple, not terrified of being caught by people you know or photographers or- most terrifying of all- your own father.

Roy turned to say something while the two of you walked towards the elevator, something bright in his eyes, when the door you were passing opened. Roy’s eyes went from bright to panicked as he came to a halt.

“Coach.”

Your dad filled the doorway, the same way his frown filled his face as he took in the sight of you, dolled up in a tiny dress, far too comfortable next to his star player. His eyes were trained on Roy as he addressed you with an uncharacteristically icy voice. “Thought you were going out with Katie and Jules, kiddo.”

“There’s a few of us going to the casino, Coach,” Roy quickly piped up, stuffing his fidgeting hands in his pockets. “Jules and Katie are waiting downstairs. I offered to come up and collect this one so we could drive over together.”

Your dad’s eyes narrowed at Roy before returning to you. “Well, don’t stay out too late. I know you and Katie want to head out nice and early tomorrow.”

Roy tried humor this time. “Don’t worry, Coach. I’ll be sure she’s back before breakfast.”

That saying about looks that could kill? Your dad was the living embodiment of that as his gaze returned to Roy, a gaze full of knives and daggers. “I’m speaking to my daughter, Kent. Who I expect to be in her own bed in the morning.”

“Daddy,” you huffed, feeling embarrassment settle over every inch of your skin. “Jules and Katie are waiting for us.”

The frown on your father’s face was becoming all too familiar now. “I dunno, maybe you should come to dinner with us-”

“Coach.” Roy’s voice was steady as he took a step toward your father. “Jules, Katie, and I will take good care of her. Hell, I’ll personally be responsible for making sure she’s right back here at a decent hour. I promise.” He stuck his hand out to your dad, looking less like an athlete talking to his manager and more like a boyfriend meeting a strict father.

It was a long moment before your dad shook Roy’s hand harshly. “Behave yourself, Kent.” There was no playfulness in the phrase he often uttered to the midfielder. He turned to you and sighed. “Have fun.” With a resigned nod, he turned to head in the direction you two had come from, to the room of one of his assistant coaches.

Once your dad turned a corner and was gone, Roy cocked his head at you, eyes full of concern. “Alright, princess?” His brows furrowed as he lowered his voice. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

He meant it. You knew he meant it. He didn’t want your worries over your dad hanging over you on what was supposed to be a fun evening. If you told him that you just wanted to sneak back into your room and throw on some pajamas and a movie, he’d join you in a heartbeat. Probably order some room service and cuddle all night. And he wouldn’t complain one bit.

And that knowledge had you offering him a shy smile. “Oh no,” you hummed, touching his hand gently. “You’re taking me out, Kent. Properly.”

~

Roy’s hand felt natural on the curve of your back you stood next to him at the craps table. The two of you had spent the entire drive to the casino holding hands in the backseat of Katie’s car, sharing eyerolls as the married couple teased you about your romance. Your heart fluttered with the realization that, as much as Katie had been teasing you for your crush on Roy, apparently Jules had been giving Roy a hard time since his very first day at Chelsea.

That first day felt so distant as Roy held up a pair of dice to your face, quirking a thick eyebrow at you. “Gimme a little luck, princess?”

Holding Roy’s playful gaze, you leaned over his hand and gently blew on the dice, not at all missing the way he bit his lower lip as he watched you. His fingers twitched as your breath hit his skin, and you swore you heard him groan a little.

He kept his composure enough to roll the dice onto the green table under the watchful gaze of the gathered crowd, none of which seemed to register the pair of footballers at the table. Instead, everyone cheered at Roy’s successful roll, exchanging high-fives and handshakes. Roy, meanwhile, tugged you closer and planted a firm kiss on your lips, the kind of kiss that had you wobbling in your heels.

“My little good luck charm,” he growled as he set you back down.

You were having an absolute blast with Roy. And Jules and Katie, for that matter. Roy barely took his hands off of you, continuously finding ways to touch you- arm around your waist, hand on your thigh, intertwining your fingers, whatever he could reach. He taught you how different games worked and refused to let you open your purse; he joked that he was making donations to the casino every time he threw money down for you. And of course, you were never without a drink in front of you.

For the first time, you really felt like you were living up to the ‘princess’ nickname.

“I’m really fucking glad you’re here,” Roy sighed. The two of you had made your way over to the bar, away from your ‘chaperones’. Roy had one hand around a cold glass and the other firmly on your exposed thigh. “You having a good time?”

You nodded eagerly as you took a sip of your drink. “I am,” you assured him. You leaned forward and pecked his lips, savoring the fact that you could do it so simply.

His smile was nothing short of dazzling. “We should do this again,” he declared. “Go away together, I mean.” He raised his eyebrows. “What d’you think?”

Go away together. Your tummy was doing Olympic-level gymnastics at his suggestion. “That would be fun,” you managed with a little giggle. “Where would you take me?”

He brushed some loose hair out of your face. “Anywhere you want, princess.” He shrugged. “Maybe some secluded little lakeside cabin. Or a fancy hotel in fucking Paris. Anywhere sounds good as long as you’re there.” He leaned forward, clearly intent on sharing another kiss.

You sighed against Roy’s mouth. Anywhere sounded good as long as he was there, too.

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[st-dorothy-minority]

RadioApple one-shot

I both really don't want to post this and kind of do. So probably only have it up for 48 hours like I did the last one before deleting it and wondering why I post my dumb work.🤦‍♀️

I like comments, so if you want to feed me one, that's cool.

Duck, Duck, No

****

Alastor knew the exact buttons to push to cut someone down to the core. It was a talent he excelled at. Studying and learning what he could about a person in order to have the upper hand when it came to making a deal or making them wish they’d never challenged him was his specialty. He thrived on sniffing out a weakness and capitalizing on it for devastating effects.

In the heat of arguing, Lucifer was no different than anyone else. He was just another poor soul who dared to rattle the beast inside of him, leading him to exploit one of the devil’s biggest soft spots –

His beloved duckies.

“Honestly, it’s laughable! You’re the king of Hell, ruler of all sinners, and you care for these things as if they had any actual significance for existing. It’s pathetic how many you’ve accumulated over the centuries. And of all animals, a duck?! A pitiful creature that can easily be torn apart and has no real value. Seriously, Lucifer – you should be embarrassed. If these are the kind of animals you favor, then it’s no wonder you let yourself be a doormat to everyone. At this point, anyone would be a better fit for a king than you.”

While he spewed his vitriol, Alastor failed to notice how Lucifer’s posture began to slouch and his shoulders slumped. His rage blinded him to the shift in Lucifer’s eyes that were now filled with unbelievable shame and welling with tears. His antlers and tentacles were at full span, and his menacing aura suffocated whatever remained of Lucifer’s. The flames, horns, and tail that had manifested on Lucifer’s body disappeared; he clutched his arm, bowed his head, and closed his eyes as Alastor laid into him and destroyed him where it hurt most.

“Well? Nothing more to say, hm?” Alastor taunted, oblivious to how severely he had already defeated someone he claimed to love. “Don’t tell me you can’t even defend yourself now. This was just getting good.”

Lucifer was clearly shaking, and he did his best to quiet his sniffling. Without a word, he disappeared in a swirl of red and gold.

****

It had always been his private sanctuary. Lilith knew to keep disturbances to a minimum while he was in here; even Charlie wasn’t allowed inside except for special occasions or for a goodnight hug and kiss. There were times when he felt self-conscious and even ashamed by the amount of ducks he’d crafted and surrounded himself with, but they’d been the only constant in his life. They didn’t expect anything from him. They didn’t betray him.

He'd been persecuted, made fun of, and lost everything because he decided to love - to love ducks rather than majestic birds; to love Lilith rather than another angel; to love mankind enough to want them to experience what he thought was a gift: free will.

How foolish….

Still a fool after all these years.

As Lucifer’s eyes surveyed the room, the humiliation brought on by Alastor’s words was beginning to transform into deep-seeded rage. His true devilish appearance re-surfaced as he succumbed to the intense fury that now yearned to be expelled.

With his hands engulfed in flames and eyes pure red to match, Lucifer set fire to his safe space. His haven.

His cherished and adored duckie creations.

He shouted. He cursed. He took handfuls of his flock and crushed them, letting their remains slip from his grasp like sand.

When it was all over, there was nothing left but piles of ash and dust.

One slow step at a time, he walked around the room amid the ruin. As the air gradually cleared, it was then he saw a lone duck that remained. Hands poised to set it ablaze, he suddenly paused, and pupils returned to his glowing red eyes as he stared at it quizzically. He steadily approached, picked it up, dusted it off, and all at once, he was transported back to the memory of receiving it.

It was a stuffed animal, not one that he'd made, but rather that Lilith had sewn and crafted together just for him while she was pregnant with Charlie. It was one of her first attempts and very good, in Lucifer’s opinion. She’d wanted to perfect her skills in order to make simple and cute toys for Charlie before she was born.

Falling to his knees, Lucifer clutched the homemade duckie to his chest, buried his face against it, and began to sob uncontrollably.

“Look at little Lucifer – mesmerized by the ducks again. Hey Lucifer! Why don’t you spend your time obsessing over something actually impressive and worthy of admiration, like an eagle or an owl? Those ducks are worthless. Quit wasting your time with them.”

“Are you crazy, Lucifer?! You’re an archangel! God has even called you His most beautiful servant! What are you thinking, falling in love with the human woman?! Don’t be stupid and drop it!”

“You’re such an idiot!” “Traitor!” “How could you sin against your own Father?!” “You’ve ruined everything!” “Because of you, the world is going to be filled with darkness!” “How could you be so disobedient and selfish?!” “Your ideas are poison.” “You’re dangerous.” “You will never be welcome here again.”

It was an hour before he laid down in a bed of ash, still clinging to the stuffed animal duckie, and quietly cried himself to sleep.

****

The air felt heavy and smelled strongly of smoke. With every step Alastor took towards Lucifer’s workroom, the symptoms of fire grew stronger. He assumed Lucifer had erupted in a fit of rage, but he never suspected Lucifer to do what he’d done until he opened the doors and witnessed for himself.

Shock kept Alastor rooted to the spot, eyes wide and stunned as he looked about the room. He took it in, took all of it in. There was no more vibrant color, no more piles of yellow – the significance of what had been burned, it ate away at his heart.

Near the middle of the area, he spotted the familiar white garb and carefully began to stroll towards the prone form resting on the floor. Lucifer’s cheeks were dirtied from the ash, but it was visibly apparent how much he’d cried from the thin, clean lines the tears had left on his face. The way in which he was curled up and hugging the only duckie left gave him the appearance of a child, causing the sight to tug even more at Alastor’s heartstrings.

“Oh Luci,” he whispered regretfully and knelt beside him. He brushed back the strands of hair ghosting over the devil’s visage before conjuring a blanket and covering the other demon with it as if tucking him into bed.

“I’m deeply sorry, my dear….”

****

----Several Hours Later----

Lucifer blearily opened his eyes, sat up slowly, rubbed his face, and abruptly froze when his gaze landed on Alastor, who was sitting upright against the nearest wall and seemingly asleep. It took everything within Lucifer to not come undone all over again just from seeing him.

As if he had an acute sense of minimal movement, Alastor opened an eye to confirm he was right.

“You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to move you,” he offered gently.

Lucifer stared at the floor and kept his head lowered, saying nothing.

“About last night-”

“Don’t,” Lucifer murmured in a trembling voice. “Just don’t. Not now.”

“Luci-”

“I SAID ‘DON’T’,” Lucifer snapped irately as he stood up, flames briefly materializing around him. He started for the doors, dropping the duckie plushie along the way, and grumbled, “You know where the door is. See your way out.”

Unbeknownst to Lucifer, Alastor trailed behind him in shadow to observe and make sure he didn’t do anything else drastic. The remorse for what he’d said returned exponentially while he watched Lucifer standing in the shower with the water cascading down his petite body, his face buried in his hands, shoulders slumped and shaking as he wept.

Alastor knew how draining Lucifer’s explosive and emotional episodes could be, was pleased to see his lover was going to try and get more rest when he slid under the covers of the large bed after a lengthy hot shower and ultimately closed his eyes. It was only then that Alastor finally obeyed the request and took his leave.

****

A few days passed without any communication between the two of them. Alastor wasn’t worried; they’d gone a week without talking in the past. He was giving Lucifer his space, and in the meantime, he was contemplating how best to apologize to him.

When several more days passed and he learned Lucifer had declined multiple requests from Charlie to spend time with him and proceeded to stop responding altogether, that was when he began to worry.

There was no way Lucifer would want to see him if he wasn’t even capable of seeing his own daughter, and there was no way he could begin to replace all that Lucifer had lost.

But he had an idea of where to start.

****

Another week passed, and still, Lucifer could barely get out of bed most days. Today proved the most productive by the simple fact he made it as far as the couch in the main living room. With TV remote in one hand and a half-consumed bottle of whiskey in the other, he disinterestedly channel surfed despite his mind not being able to focus on anything but how shattered he still felt.

At first, he thought he imagined the doorbell and knocking noise, yet when it repeated for a second and third time (each being louder than the last), he decided to get up and sauntered to the front door. He really didn’t want guests, but apparently whoever it was was persistent.

When he opened the door, his expression became utterly confused; there was no one.

“Hello?” he called weakly.

No answer.

He was about to close the door; however, he glanced downward and paused. Slowly, he crouched down and studied the objects left on the porch. There were seven duckies lined up, each one painted to look like Charlie and her original hotel companions. Dumbfounded, he picked up the one that resembled Charlie, inspected it from all angles, and noticed writing on the bottom.

“You QUACK me up, dad! Love, Charlie.”

Tears instantly flooded his eyes, and he continued to pick them up individually to admire and read the kind words underneath. Once he got to Alastor’s, he greatly hesitated, pulled his hand away numerous times before taking a deep breath and welcoming it into his hands. The message was the shortest out of all of them, though it had the deepest impact:

“I love you.”

He fell apart entirely at this and held the duckie to his chest. Seconds later, he felt someone’s presence, yet he kept his eyes shut tightly as he cried and soon melted in the embrace of his lover.

“I’m so very sorry, Luci,” Alastor whispered. “I was terribly wrong. I’d like to beg for your forgiveness….And I thought it could be fun if we started a new collection….together.”

Lucifer buried his face against Alastor’s chest and nodded, reveling in the touch of familiar hands petting his hair and rubbing his back.

“Perhaps I should begin calling you my ‘precious little duckling’,” Alastor teased. He was delighted when he heard a tiny, muffled laugh from Lucifer. “Like it?”

Lucifer nodded.

“Alright then, my precious little duckling. Let’s go take care of you and find a temporary home for these ducklings inside.”

[ccieatchildren]

TW: Implied Noncon

Whumpee was awoken by a sharp shift in the bed. Over their captivity, they had become hyper aware of the body sleeping next to them, stirring whenever he tossed and turned under the covers. Steadying their breathing, Whumpee focused on each move and sound he made, trying to determine what he was doing.

The sheets ruffled and then there was no more drastic movement. Air brushed against their back, the spot next to them cold with the open covers. Whumpee covertly looked to their left to see where he had gone, only to be surprised to find him still on the bed.

Whumper sat on the edge of the mattress, breathing heavily. His body shook slightly and his fingers twitched in a rhythmic motion.

One, two, three.

Four, five, six.

Seven, eight, nine.

As if he was counting the seconds.

They continued to analyze his body language, trying to ascertain whether he was a threat in this state. His shoulders were hunched, they could hear him mumble under his breath, and he seemed distracted. All things to be wary of, but no immediate action. They watched until Whumper’s hand stilled.

“I can feel you staring.”

Whumpee quickly turned back around and resumed pretending to be asleep, hoping he would think it was his imagination and not pester them.

However, his tired, gruff voice spoke up once more. “Prašau Whumpee, you have worked in the field; if you can’t tell that someone is watching you, you are dead.” He sighed. “Miegok. Go back to sleep.” Whumper stood up, legs faintly shaking, turning to walk around the bed to the door, “I’m going out,” there was a waver in his voice, “I’ll be back later.”

Whumpee’s mind raced. They could not let him leave. Despite the ease it brought it, Whumpee could not ignore the blood dripping off him. The rips in his clothes and the scratches on his skin. They knew intimately what it was like to be the object of his ire and would not wish it on another soul.

Before they could even process what their brain decided to do, Whumpee lashed out and grabbed his hand.

Whumper startled, ripping his arm out of their grasp, a flash of fear in his eyes, before he managed to smooth it out.

“W-wait!” Instinct tells them to drop it. Let him leave and vent his anger out on someone else. Save themself the trouble and pain. But they do not, a doomed mouse asking the snake for mercy, reaching out again instead.

“Why don’t you… stay here, with m- me, instead?”

A blank stare is all they are met with. He says nothing, searching them for something they don’t know. Whumpee’s lips quiver as they strain to stretch them out into a pleasant smile. They’re not quite sure they make it.

“Are you stupid?”

It is not a response they expected, but it does make them start to regret their decision. Whumpee curls back into themself in response.

Seriously! What was the goal with that? What was I planning to do?

A voice in their head— their survival instinct— berates them for their stupidity. But another speaks over it.

What if he kills someone? I know I can take it. Maybe I could even calm him down peacefully.

‘Calm him down peacefully.’ Like that’s my job?! Let him suffer. Let me get some sleep while I can.

Diverting their gaze, Whumpee listens to their arguments, the angel and devil on their shoulders. One looking out for themself, honestly the smarter option, while the other parroting ingrained selflessness, perhaps the moral option.

They should have let him be. Whumper would do what he wanted no matter their opinion. Why trouble themself with the pain of interference.

But what if he actually listened for once? He had proven time and time again to be weak to them— when it came to other people— why not test the theory again.

The incessant arguing in Whumpee’s head ceases when he talks once more.

“What? Is the hero finally having second thoughts; not able to play the bystander anymore?”

An unbidden memory of looking at absurd trolley problems with Bestie pushes to the forefront of Whumpee’s mind. Choosing ludicrous option after ludicrous option, giggling at the scenarios the poor stick figures found themselves in. If only things could be that simple now.

He grabbed their cheeks, forcing them to face him. “I asked you a question.” Their situation slaps back into focus, and Whumpee stutters to give a response.

His voice seemed more curious and surprised than angry, so Whumpee tried to give him a more natural answer. “… No…” Honesty always went far with him. “I just…” They tentatively place a hand on his face and Whumpee instantly softens. A good sign. “You have me now. You don’t need to leave anymore.”

He doesn’t respond, only nuzzling into their hand further, but they can feel him ponder her words. They needed to fully entice Whumper into staying.

“Lie down with me. Let me make you feel better.” He looks at them confused, but not disinterested. No going back now.

Whumpee coaxes his head into their lap, repressing the urge to tremble at his proximity. He complies, curling into them like a cat. Taking a deep breath, Whumpee lets out their fears and misgivings about the situation before continuing. Their quivering fingers part his hair, threading through the dark locks.

They’ve rarely touched them before, only having yanked the tresses to inflict a margin of the same pain he’s given them, panic driving them on despite any potential consequences. Yet, this stress is different. As they run their hand through the soft strands, resentment starts to build in the place of their anxiety.

The intimacy is a spark to the meager kindling of their frustration.

However, Whumper is content, practically purring at their ministrations. Their actions have had the desired effect, calming the man from whatever torment ailed him.

They remain there, one serene with their touch, the other restless at his affection, for a while, until Whumper hesitantly breaks the tranquility.

“I love you…”

It was one of the few times he said it without any underlying malice or lust, and each time it makes their stomach clench. The emotion, the context, the… everything behind those three little words made them hate him more each time.

They just didn’t want to be here anymore.

“I love you so much.” The words tumble out of him in a rush, like he’s worried that they don’t believe him. “I promise I love you. I’m sorry… for not- I- I can’t- You’re-” he stumbles over his words, a rare look of guilt on his face, “I’m sorry for not letting you go.” Whumpee’s hand stilled.

“But, I- I just can’t. You have to understand. It’s just too late.” Now he feels ashamed? “I should have never kept you for so long, I should have never let you leave the basement, I should have never taken you in the first place.” Now he regrets it? “But now, I’ve condemned us both.” They nearly miss his next sentence.

“You made me think I could make something sweet.”

He quiets down once again, face scrunched in thought, and the time passes like honey dripping between their fingers. The silence stretches for what could have been hours, minutes, or seconds. They resume petting him; the repetitive action agitates them. Finally, his face smooths and he pipes up again.

“But, it’ll be okay. We’ll be a real family… You’ll get used to this… I’ll get used to this.”

It’s quiet once more, and Whumpee refuses to speak or even acknowledge what he has said. Their hand pauses once more in disbelief. Closing their eyes and desperately struggling not to scream, rage burns its way up their throat.

“I hope you can forgive me.”

Forgiveness? How could they even forgive someone like him, after all he’s done to them?

It wasn’t fair. They were supposed to be in their apartment, snuggled up in blankets and watching snow through the window. Or sipping hot cocoa with Bestie as they watched corny romcoms. They were supposed to be refusing Caretaker’s invitation to join them on a too early morning run. And staying way too late on overtime combing through paperwork.

Not this.

Right as their fury was to peak, as their indignation was to boil over, it all abandoned Whumpee in a moment, hand restarting its rhythmic motions in his hair.

They were stuck here now, and there was no changing that.

“Does it even matter if I do?”

Whumper never responded.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Ok so no prompt for the list for this one, but it's been rattling around in my brain for a little bit:

Adam has been stuck at the hotel for a bit, and him and Lucifer seem to be constantly fighting. Luci is constantly setting Adam off with jabs at his insecurities (the intent being lighthearted bickering, maybe even flirting, but he's Lucifer and his communication skills are shit), and Adam's response to being hurt is anger, so he always lashes out.

Once, after a particularly exhausting week, Adam doesn't have enough energy to get angry. So when Lucifer says something in an attempt to get a rise out of him (maybe a comment about Cain or Abel? Could be anything), instead of snapping at him or yelling, Adam just starts crying. He doesn't even realise it at first, but he's just so goddamn tired that he can't bring himself to get angry, and the hurt comes out a different way.

Lucifer goes to comfort him, but Adam refuses his support, asking him if he's happy now, if he got what he wanted. Luci doesn't understand, because he never realised that his words were hurting Adam.

From there it can go any which way, they make up there, Adam seeks comfort elsewhere (maybe Angel?? Holydust friends <33), Charlie getting angry at her dad, anything could happen!! It's all up to you :)

Indigo (*sticking Adam in the blender (/affectionate)*)

An angsty Adam smoothie, delicious!

Adam burst into tears, this was the shit cherry on the the shitty cake. All he wanted was to go to bed but no, this asshole has to say something to him. About his kids no less, his one major sore spot. "Are you fucking happy now asshole?! You made me cry you got what you wanted."

Lucifer stood there, stunned that he had actually made Adam cry. He was just teasing like he always did. He thought his teasing came off as flirting, he loved getting a rise out of Adam he was so cute when he was mad. The way his face flushed, his golden eyes held the emotion, his nose crinkled in the cutest way.

He was adorable.

Now though, maybe Lucifer was coming off more mean then he meant to.

Angel placed a hand on Adams shoulder and rubbed circle's on the sinners back. Even he was shocked by what the devil said, low blow about the guys kids.

"DAD!" Charlie scolded. "Apologize, there was no need for that."

Lucifer looked at Adam, guilt pooled in his heart. Well fuck. "I was just teasing like always, you know I didn't mean anything by it."

Adam scoffed and sniffed. "Yeah, cause saying I'm a fucking failure as a parent is real funny asshole." Okay, maybe he didn't say exactly that but that's how Adam took it.

Lucifer winced, yeah that was a low blow even for him.

"Why would you even fucking say that?"

"I like arguing with you. It's how we work, how we communicate." How we flirt, he added mentally.

"I would never look at you and say you're a shitty dad, even when you left her alone for seven fucking years." Okay yeah, Lucifer crossed a line.

"You're right. I crossed a line and I'm sorry. What happened to your boys wasn't your fault, you did the best you could with what you had at the time." Lucifer said, he really felt bad. "How about I make it up to you? Tomorrow we can go and do anything you want. My treat."

Adam blinked away his tears. "Anything?"

"Anything." The way Adam smirked at him told him all he needed to know.

He was really going to pay for this one wasn't he?

[deadbaguette]

The angel on and devil on my shoulder are arguing again on what to draw one is telling me to draw a comic and the other anatomy studies

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

Such Effort V

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x f!Reader

W/c: 2.6k

Warnings: Swearing, and we're getting into suggestive territory at the end

Summary Post 🔮🔮 Masterlist

Previous Part

He was sick to his stomach.

Kakashi pushed himself against the wall, wanting it to swallow him up and deliver him from this atrocious sight. But it wouldn't, and even if it could, Kakashi didn't truly want it - he wanted to keep watching you, even as you kept digging deeper into his chest and squeezing his heart with your bare hand.

"Kakashi! My dear rival!"

Not here, not now, please.

Clapping a hand on Kakashi's shoulder, Gai laughed, "I thought you preferred to drink alone."

"I do," he replied curtly.

"So, you've got a devil on your shoulder tonight, is that it?"

"No." He had an angel in front of him, busy blessing another. Kakashi sighed, and looked to Gai, finally. He shrugged, "Care for a brief contest?"

"Would I ever!" Gai beamed. "What's the plan?"

"Shots - most in a minute."

"You're on."

Sliding his arm around Kakashi's shoulders, Gai pulled him up to the bar. The black haired man ordered a slide of shots, six for each to start. That seemed a reasonable number to Kakashi as the bartender set the twelve glasses on the bar and started pouring Tequila in them, going down the line in a continuous pour.

Not touching his mask, Kakashi and Gai both picked up their first shots, clinking them quickly before popping them on the counter and taking them back. Gai violently shuttered as Kakashi reached for the next shot. Bass-filled rhythms occupied every corner of the izakaya, making Kakashi feel his heart beating that much more strongly.

The competition was on.

Bang. Bang. Bang. His fifth hit his throat awfully, but Kakashi relished the burn, letting it cloud his thoughts of you, as much as was possible. He reached for his sixth while Gai took his fourth, taking it down in two gulps and then groaning after.

"You're crap at this," the silver haired man laughed lowly.

"No I'm not!" Gai argued immediately, picking up his fifth.

Kakashi just shrugged and took his sixth shot, his mask starting to get very wet. The alcohol on the fabric made his chewed-up lips burn, and made his nose sting sharply, but still, he didn't mind.

Looking back at you, Kakashi was ready to either jump right up, or to order another twelve shots. He didn't know. Watching you smile up at Raido after breaking from a particularly challenging sequence made Kakashi's heart clench, and all he knew was that he absolutely hated seeing you with another man. Despite the utter disgust he was feeling, even Kakashi had to admit that the two of you were great dance partners.

But you and Kakashi would make better dance partners. That was common sense.

"Gah- fuck!" Gai coughed, covering his mouth.

Lazily, Kakashi looked back at his friend as he drew deep, shaking breaths slowly. His face was very red, and his throat seemed to be actively spasming. With a small chuckle and a heavy tongue, Kakashi asked, "Wrong pipe?"

"I don't even know," Gai gasped, clearing his throat harshly. He shook his head and choked out, "We have- eugh- to shelf this contest for a day that I can- sss- control my throat."

"Whatever y'say," Kakashi agreed with another bop of his shoulders, taking up Gai's final shot. He knocked it back without a whisper of issue.

Gai coughed beside him, and Kakashi, again, looked to you. You were just so gorgeous, he couldn't resist.

But, you had left the dancefloor.

A little panicked, Kakashi looked around the izakaya. The sea of people hid you, allowing you to blend in with the crowd. He suddenly felt all of the shots he had consumed creep up on him, as if the Tequila had anything to do with his unfruitful search.

"I swear to every star up in the sky-" And he was thanking them.

"Y'disappeared," Kakashi remarked dumbly. 

His eyebrows furrowed at the slur of his speech as he turned to you, standing right behind him. In an instant, he stopped caring about how stupid he had sounded, because you were finally looking at him. Kakashi raised his hand to your angelic face, but you dodged him.

"Let's go," you said quickly. "You're supposed to be at home; safe, sound, and resting."

"Y'wanna take me home?" Kakashi asked with a smirk.

You nodded, putting your hand around Kakashi's arm and tugging a little. "Yeah, c'mon."

"Are y'gonna stay w'me?"

He remained still in his seat, just smiling and feeling your cold hand on his bicep. You squeezed the muscle a little and Kakashi flexed his arm in an attempt to impress you. He couldn't tell if it worked, because your grip loosened considerably.

"I... I mean, I kinda..."

You were so close to agreeing, but the words died in your throat when your, allegedly, dear friend sidled up to you. Fuck, Kakashi still couldn't remember her name, even while looking at her face. Her face wasn't even so nice to look at, not like yours. Her face couldn't launch a single ship, let alone a thousand.

"Raido asked if you were in for a round of shots, Y/n," she said lowly, focusing all of her attention on you, as if Kakashi didn't exist.

Quickly, you looked at your friend, then back to Kakashi. Conflict was written on your face, when it should have been so easy. Slowly, you explained, just louder than the music, "I, er, I'm Hatake's assigned medic's apprentice, I... kinda have to get him back to his house."

Oh.

"He's an adult," your friend sneered, rolling her eyes and refusing to look at Kakashi. "He can make his own bastard decisions."

"Yeah..." you whispered, looking back at Kakashi one more time before you looked at your friend. A weak smile came to your face and you nodded, "You're right, Kas. I'm stupid tonight, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, girlie," your raven haired friend grinned, linking her arm with yours. Before she took you away from Kakashi, your friend glanced at him, sending a dagger-like glare at him before she jeered, "Why do you even want to fuck her around? Can't you leave a good thing, be good?"

Oh.

There was a point to be made there, Kakashi couldn't deny that. But he knew you were inherently different, that he felt an entirely novel emotion when it came to you.

When air was finally allowed back into his lungs, you and your friend had already started walking back to your table. 

"Go, stupid. What are you doing?" Gai urged him, pushing Kakashi's shoulder toward you. "If you don't, then she'll think you are just trying to just her around."

He was right, which properly shocked Kakashi out of his catatonia. Kakashi had to tell you how he felt, properly, and he had to do it before that friend of yours whispered any more poison into your ear.

He sprung out of his seat and was behind you in three long strides. Kakashi took your wrist, pulling you back to him and away from your friend.

"Kakashi, what-"

"I don'wanna fuck y'around," he slurred. Kakashi swore under his breath, mad that his mouth was so uncooperative as he added, "You mean more t'me than you could ever imagine."

"Pft, yeah, right," your friend scoffed.

Kakashi tore his eyes away from yours and landed on the dark brown eyes of your friend. Lowly, he sighed, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have ever even touched you - that was a mistake." He looked back at you and continued, "Seriously, Y/n, you're the girl for me. Please, please, please give me a chance. I'm begging you."

Parting your pretty lips, you looked deeply into Kakashi's eye, then flickered back to your friend. Your face fell and Kakashi looked at her face, not particularly having taken in the harshness of his words. Kakashi could see the shine of tears in her eyes, and hoped to every star that he hadn't just made things worse than they already were.

"Kasumi-"

You moved to touch your friend with your free hand, but she dodged you quickly, looking away and sniffling, "It's all good, Y/n. Fuck."

"Nah, babe," you said sympathetically, moving to catch your friends eyes. "Really - if you say nay, I'll shake him, I promise."

Fucking what? Woah, woah, woah, that was a terrible deal. What if Kasumi-

"Yay," she mumbled, smiling at you smally. "Go... Fujita-San will be pissed if he finds out you let one of his patients loose for the night and did nothing to stop him."

Great deal, totally acceptable outcome.

Kakashi let go of your wrist when you moved to hug Kasumi. You put your arms around her chest while she wrapped around your neck. Over your shoulder, Kasumi gave Kakashi a sharp cut-eye before motioning two fingers to her eyes, then at him. She would be watching.

Acknowledging her threat, Kakashi dipped his head and Kasumi let go of you. Then you leaned back in, cupping your mouth against her ear. There was no point in the whispering, Kakashi thought, the band on the stage was so loud that the three of you were already having to practically yell.

"Shut up! Ew, why would you say that?" She roared in a laugh. Kasumi cautioned a look back at the table of your friends before asking quietly, "Is it obvious?"

"Yeah, babe, terribly," you giggled. Then you shrugged, clapping her shoulder, "I want our sisterhood to be official, even if it's just in-law, so get going. Seal your deal."

"Oh, shush, you're getting my hopes up," she sighed. Then Kasumi looked back at you and kissed your cheek. "If you need anything..."

"Mhm, I know," you said, kissing her cheek in turn. "Maybe I'll see you later."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she said, waving her hand dismissively as she walked away.

Finally.

Kakashi drew a deep breath, looking at you as you watched Kasumi return to the table. You chewed on the corner of your bottom lip and slowly turned to look at Kakashi. Behind your eyes, a million thoughts raced, and Kakashi was ready to hear every single one, even if you were gearing up to... no, he didn't want to think about that angle.

"S'how about it?" He asked after a long moment of silence between the two of you.

"Let's get out of here," you replied quickly, seeming to snap back into reality. You grabbed Kakashi's arm again and, this time, he was quick to let your touch guide him.

Kakashi captured Gai's eyes, and nodded at the man, who still sat at the bar. Gai smiled widely as you lead Kakashi right to your brother's table. About eight men sat around, drinks in front of them, with only Kasumi to diffuse the dastardly level of testosterone that emanated from the table. A few of your brother's friends looked amongst each other, while Raido and Genma stared at Kakashi with twitches in their eyes.

"I'll meet you back at home, probably," you told Genma as you reached over him to grab your cloak. 

You kissed his cheek while straightening out, but Genma caught your wrist, keeping you bent over and close to his face. He shook his head and spoke too lowly for Kakashi to hear, but he could tell it was about him.

To both Kakashi and Genma's surprise, you flicked off Genma's hand and spat, "Call me that again and I'll poison the next meal you eat."

He didn't. Oh, he better have not.

"Call you what, sweetheart?" Kakashi asked lowly, with perfect enunciation, as you straightened out, grabbing your waist with his large hand. Kakashi didn't ease his glare when Genma's eyes met his, only intensifying it as he said, "Watch your mouth."

"That's rich," Genma scoffed, crossing one of his legs over the other. "Y'know what? Two sluts. You're perfect for each other."

There we go. Let's do this.

But you were suddenly pushing Kakashi back in a hug.

He couldn't just throw you off, especially not to kick the shit out of your brother. So, he let you push him, your head pressed right in the center of his chest. 

"He's not worth it," you mumbled.

"Yeah." Kakashi considered your words. No, Genma wasn't worth ruining his relationship with you over, no matter how fucking awful he was. Kakashi sighed, finally ending his glare, "Yeah, you're right."

He maneuvered you to be under his arm as he turned around and began to walk out of the izakaya by himself. You sank into Kakashi, wrapping your arm around his waist and producing steam when your coldness combined with his inhumane warmth. 

Through the izakaya you went, and right out the front door. The air had an edge to it, but the alcohol in Kakashi's veins made him impervious to the cold. He worried that your cute, little dress wouldn't stand the test of the wind, but you had your cloak, which seemed to warm you just enough.

You shook your head quickly before descending the wooden stairs. As you marched down, you muttered angrily,  "What a fucking prick. Ugh."

"Then y'should've let me-"

"Bap. Don't even suggest it," you warned, cutting Kakashi off as he trailed behind you. Kakashi pursed his lips and began to walk beside you on the road. You shook your head again, and let a small smile form on your lips. "Anyway, I've never seen you in Kinka's... did you like it?"

"The drinks were decently priced," Kakashi answered, nodding slightly. "And the band was pretty good."

"Aren't they just?" You replied with a sudden burst of excitement. "I know the leader, he's also the owner of the izakaya - name's Haruki, do you know him?"

You spoke so quickly that Kakashi's brain was having the faintest trouble processing it all. Your voice was just so beautiful, and your face was so pretty, and your lips were so plush. Still, he understood you, and shook his head. "No, should I?"

"He's a fun man to know," you grinned. "In the days, when the izakaya's closed, he sometimes lets me sit-in on rehearsals - they play something called swing so the rehearsals are just, like, big-huge jam sessions."

"That's nice," he hummed, taken by the way your happiness elevated your looks. "So, is it one, continuous song, or are the songs distinct?"

"Well, it's like they've got a room of musical tunes," you told Kakashi with a chuckle. "Y'know... there are so many progressions, they just pick and choose from different songs, mash 'em together, and make something nice."

"It's a wonder it does sound so nice then," Kakashi chortled.

You nodded, looking back at the izakaya before smiling at Kakashi as you walked. "Yeah, some progressions rhyme, some ching, but most of them are clockwork."

Both you and Kakashi walked while staring at each other, trying to absorb the other's presence as best you could. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, but there were about a thousand things Kakashi wanted to say. But, with his larded tongue, he settled into the silence with a grin.

After a little while, you looked away, taking a deep breath, and then asked, "Why do you get so mad over Genma's stupid assholery? I get it when he's being rude to you, but when it's just me..."

"When it's just you, it's even worse," Kakashi stated. You looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and Kakashi nodded adamantly. "He has no right to call you a slut... even if, y'know-"

"Even if I am a slut?" You asked with narrowed eyes.

Yikes. Though the idea plagued him, he didn't want to insinuate anything. Quickly, Kakashi shook his head. "No, no, I didn't- well, yeah, but I didn't mean it like that."

"I get it, you've heard Genma call me a slut a couple times now," you sighed, looking at the ground below your moving feet. "It's just his new favourite word - it was hosebag about two weeks ago, which was an awful lot funnier... I'm not a slut, I promise."

"I know you're not a slut," Kakashi grinned. Internally, he was celebrating how different you were from him, thanking all the stars. 

"No, like... I'm really not a slut," you repeated as though you felt you had something to prove.

Your words made Kakashi chuckle lightly, "Are there degrees of slutitude?"

He noticed your face flush a bright red before you looked away completely, watching the buildings that you and he passed. Kakashi started to feel a strange curiosity bubble within him - he was very curious when it came to you, but he had never felt so... intrusive. Not even while looking through your file.

"I mean, I'm a virgin, Kakashi."

Next Part

[haveihitanerve]

I do not have a devil and an angel on my shoulders. No. I am the first president of the united states, George Washington, and I have Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson whispering into opposite ears. That is to say I am pretty smart sometimes, but argue with myself most of the time and make dumbass decision all the time. 

[watsittoyah]

Mix tape (NATE JACOBS X BLK FEM READER)

In which Nate Jacob makes you mix tapes because his toxic ass can’t tell you how he feels…

(Track 01) In my city I'm a young god. That pussy kill be so vicious. My god white, he in my pocket. He get me redder than the devil 'til I go nauseous… -Often, The Weeknd

Warnings- oral sex (female Receiving)

(Next)

You were a straight A student. You didn’t step out of line, hell you didn’t even sneak out to meet boys. But that’s all about to change…

~~~

“What? Little Jade about to step on the field with the big girls?!” Your best friend and infamous influence, Stacey squeals as you two stretch out on the field.

“Shh! Don’t be so dang loud. I’m only trying it out because Tess said it would be fun.” You tell her. “First of all the word is Damn, and second since when you listen to Tess’ stuck up ass?”

Your eyes widen as you look back to make sure Tess, your step sister, didn’t hear her. “Shh! Why are you so loud?” You both laugh and Stacey lean in so no one else can hear.

“Since you’re all big poppin’ how about you come out tonight? I heard McKay’s fine ass is throwing a Halloween party and his parents aren’t even home. You gotta come with me, I want him to see me in my maid costume but I need my best friend there with me to hype me up. So you coming?”

Here you we go.

On the angelic side, you’d decline the offer. Grab a pizza with your family and pass out candy to a few trick or treaters while you watch some boring show on Netflix. And you’d hear about the Halloween party of the century the next day.

On the hot girl side you’d say fuck it, let’s go. And you’d have a ball, smoke some weed, shit you might actually get a guy to touch you, and not act like a priss miss.

So what’s it gonna be, Jade?

You snap out of your inner monologue and raise a brow. “What time is the party?” Stacey bursts out laughing. “Girl I know you’re not serious. I was just playing with you. I’m sure I can ask Monica to go with me.”

You frown at her and pull your braids up into a ponytail. “I’m not playing. What time is the party?” The smile on your best friends face melts away. “Jade, if you’re serious, then it’s happening tonight around ten. Please tell me you have a costume to wear? And don’t you come to this party wearing your first Sunday clothes.” You roll your eyes. “Girl shut up, I have a cute costume.” Stacey rolls her eyes at you. “Yeah I’ll be the judge of that, I’m coming over to your place an hour before then. And don’t even try to cop out last minute.”

“I am not going to cop out last minute. Damn.”

~~~

There is no way in hell you can go to this party? What were you thinking?

You were pacing your bedroom, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I can’t do this. I just can’t.” You hear knocking and without even thinking you open your door and Stacey was standing there wearing a form fitted maid costume that cut down low to show her tits. “What’s wrong?” She asks while walking into your bedroom.

“I must be out of my mind, that’s what’s wrong. I can’t go. I don’t have anything to wear, plus what if the police are called? What if they find out I was at that party and that goes on my permanent record? What if they tell me I can’t get into a good college? I’ll be some bum on the street scraping up pennies off of the sidewalk!”

Stacey shakes you by your shoulders. “Jade! Chill! We’re going to a party not some drug run. Now let me see your costume. And before you say anything you’re going to this party.”

You pout and grab the little box you had stashed in the back of your closet. You pass it over to her and she opens the box.

“Where have you been hiding this? And can I borrow it?” You snatch the box back, putting it on your bed.

“It’s been in my closet since last summer. I bought it just in case for times like these but now I don’t think I can pull it off.”

“Go put it on.” Stacey tells you. You open your mouth to argue but she points to your bathroom and you take the box then march your crack to the bathroom.

Once the dress is on your peek out of the bathroom. “Jade, we got ten minutes before the party starts. And I’m all for being fashionably late but my future baby daddy is hosting this thing. Come on now.”

You step out of the bathroom and you’re tugging at the hem of the dress. It was a tight red dress that came mid thigh. It might have been longer if you didn’t have hips and ass on you.

“You look good! Now I know you still have those red thigh highs, because I haven’t took them for my closet yet.” Stacey goes into your closet and you take a deep breathe. Dressing up as a she-devil wasn’t your first pick but the costume was a laugh at the moment and it was on sale last year.

You tug at the dress and Stacey tsks. “Don’t you have a thong? I can see your granny panties.” Your eyes widen. “No, I don’t own a pair.” Stacey circles you and grins.

~~~

You feel uncomfortable not wearing underwear under the dress but Stacey tells you that it’s fine. But you’re nervous. This isn’t something you’d do. When Stacey is about to open the door you grab her arm. “What if I can’t do this?”

“And what if you can? Look, you look fucking amazing. Let loose for a change. If you could be anyone right now who would you be? Don’t tell me just take a deep breathe and be them. Alright?”

You nod and you take a deep breathe and you think about all those girls you’ve seen in those teen movies you’ve watched with Tess. You roll your shoulders back and Stacey opens the door. You’re hit with the smell of weed, bodies, and alcohol. Stacey takes your hand and you two enter together.

“McKay is over by the corner, and I see Cassie trying to get her hands on him. But watch this.” Stacey says in your ear as she guides you two over to them.

Remember me by Wiz Khalifa was playing and you see McKay glancing at Stacey. He then looks your way and your stomach was doing summersaults.

You won’t admit it to Stacey but Christopher McKay was fine as hell to you. But since she was your best friend you took the step back.

He gives Cassie a nod and he leans off of the wall and heads towards the two of you. “Hello ladies.” He greets as he yells a bit over the music. “Hey McKay.” Stacey says in her best sex voice. You turn your face a bit to keep from laughing and you see the punch bowl. “Is there water?” You turn back to ask and see Stacey pulling McKay towards the crowd.

“So much for sticking together.” You mumble as you move towards the kitchen. You see a few freshman dressed as gorillas doing body shots off of two junior girls dressed as bananas. You gently chuckle at that as you grab a small bottle of water, inspecting it.

Once you’ve seen it hasn’t been tampered with you crack it open and take a few gulps. Someone passes you a blunt but you pass and find some cheese puffs. You go to reach for some and your hand brushes against someone.

And that someone happened to be Nate Jacobs.

You knew Nate because he was your friend, at least until he found the gym and became a jock. After that, you both drifted apart and you moved to the upper east side of town.

Nate still had a special place in your heart seeing that the both of you looked out for each other when bad times had hit both of your families. Especially when that shit went down with his br-

“Jade Springfield?” He asks as he squints at you. “Nate Jacobs?” You mimic him and he gives a big smile which makes your heart leap. “How have you been?” He pulls you into a hug and you hold him close. For just that split second it felt like old times again.

“I’ve been good. Damn Jacobs you got tall.” You say to him with a smile. “And you stayed short.” He teases. You punch him playfully in the stomach and he laughs.

“Anyways, how have you been?” You ask him as he keeps his hands wrapped around you. “I’ve been good. Better now that I know you’re here.” The last part of his answer made your spine tingle a bit.

You clear your throat and step back from his touch. “Hey you wanna go outside? It’s kind of-”

“Loud? Yeah let’s go.” He takes your hand and you two head out to the back. As soon as you two step outside the music just stops and you allow yourself to relax. You two were on the back deck, you sit down on the steps and Nate sits down besides you.

“You still don’t like loud places huh?” Nate asks you. “You remember that?” You ask as you empty the water bottle. “Of course, I mean it’s been what almost four and a half years? But yeah, I remember.” He smirks at a thought and he takes a swig of beer. “That better be root beer, Nate.” You tease, bumping your leg against his. He rolls his eyes but smiles when he’s done drinking.

“Of course its root beer, Jade. Because that’s what teens drink of parties like this.” It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Smart ass. So I heard through the grapevine that you’re playing football.”

“I am, and I heard through the same grapevine that you’re cheerleading. When are you gonna come cheer for me?” He says in a flirtatious tone. “Alright that ‘root beer’ getting you talking reckless Jacobs.”

You notice he’s leaning in a bit closer. And you cross your legs. “You remember that one time in the fourth grade when Jason Bateman dared you to kiss me?”

“Oh god, yes and you punched me in the jaw. Your little first hurt.” You two laugh at the memory and you lean your head on his shoulder. “I missed this, Nate-Nate.” He scoffs. “Shit I haven’t heard that nickname in a long time, Jay-Jay.” You smile at your childhood nickname.

“Why did you have to become some jerk who forgot about me?” You ask him as he hands you the rest of his beer. You accept it and down the rest, wincing from the bad taste.

“I could never forget about you, Jade. Actually if I’m being honest when we were kids I had the hugest crush on you.” You lean away from him and turn so you’re facing him. “You’re lying.”

He raises his hands and laughs. “I’m not lying. I took that dare from Jason because I didn’t want anyone else kissing you. As far as I knew you were going to be my girlfriend in the fourth grade.”

The way Nate was eyeing your legs made your inner thighs throb. “I heard…you’re dating Maddie Perez.” You say instantly regretting that.

He sighs and you notice his jaw clenching. “She dumped me last week, so…yeah.” Way to go Jade, you tell yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t know.” He nods. “No one knows that she dumped me. I just told everyone that we’re taking a break.”

“Why would you tell me then?” Nate shrugs and scoots in close to you. “Because I can trust you, not to tell anyone. And because out of everyone in this fucked up town, I actually like you. And I’m sorry I just stopped being friends with you. I was going through a lot and your parents were going through that divorce. Which isn’t an excuse, but-”

You lean in and hug him. “I know when you ramble you like that, underneath it means you need a hug. You know my number hasn’t changed. If you need someone to talk to I’m here.” He hugs you back and he inhales deep. “How has it been a few years and you still understand me better than anyone?” He asks. You lean back and shrug.

“We just have that connection, Nate-Nate.” You smile at him and he brings his hands to your hips.

The warmth from his hands made your chilly body feel good. And his cologne was making a small puddle between your legs.

Calm down Jade. This is Nate you’re thinking about. The same Nate that you would play with on the playground. The same Nate that you knew before the muscles.

The same muscles that you were sure you wouldn’t mind looking at under his criminal costume.

“A she-devil, hm? Seems like the perfect costume for you, Jade. I especially like these thigh high boots on you.” His hand seems to trail from your knee all the way up to your inner thigh. You bite your bottom lip and look pass his shoulder but he shakes his head.

“No, baby focus. I want those pretty eyes on me.” His hand reaches under your dress and he sucks in a sharp breathe. “You’re not even wearing panties?” You jerk your legs closed and move back.

“I’m sorry! I’ll go.” You were about to get up but Nate stops you. “You don’t need to apologize. I was just surprised is all, I didn’t except a snack ready for me to eat.” Nate eyes between your thighs this time and when he looks back up you find yourself leaning in.

He leans in close as well. Both of your lips meet and you feel yourself move, straddling him. He places his hands on your hips and he presses his erection against your cunt. You let out a moan and he bites your bottom lip. “Do you feel that?” You nod as he presses it harder against you. “I want this inside of you, right now. But only if that’s okay with you, Jay-Jay.” His hand travels up your neck and he brings your mouth close to his. “Use those words, pretty girl.”

“I want you inside of me, Nate.” You mouth as you kiss him again. He grunts as his tongue slides past your lips. He tastes like cheap beer, and some strong mint he probably ate before he got to the party.

He stands up with your legs wrapped around him. And he walks off of the deck. “Mm, where. Are, we going?” You ask moaning against his lips. “Just to my truck.” He answers as he kisses your neck.

When he gets to his truck his presses the key and the door unlocks. He places you inside and climbs in after you. “Get in the back, Jay-Jay.” Nate says to you as he takes off the top half of his costume.

You do as you’re told and he follows after you. He gets on top of you and he looks down at you. “Never thought I would have Jade Springfield in my truck.” He says with a smirk.

“Oh shut up, Nate.” You laugh but Nate wasn’t. Instead he gets down on his knees, spreading your legs apart and placing them on his shoulders.

“Don’t look away, I want your eyes on me.” He says as he leans down and flicks his tongue across your clit. Your legs jerk a bit which makes Nate smirk.

“Does my tongue scare you, Jay-Jay?”

“No.” You lie as he spreads your lips apart. “I think you’re lying. I think my tongue scares you and you like that.” He flicks his tongue across your clit slowly and your breathes hitches.

You move your hips to the rhythm of his tongue and you moan out while your nails scratch at his seat. You watch as his eyes flutter closed and the grabs you and pulls you closer.

“Oh shit, Nate don’t stop.” Your hands find their way to his hair and you grip his hair as you work your hips harder. He sucks your clit and your legs clench.

He continues to flick his tongue against your clit but he slides in two fingers, doing the here motion which causes you to moan out in tongues as he massages that sweet spot.

“N…Nate you’re gonna make me cum.” You whimper. He just keeps eating you out like your his last meal on earth. You feel your eyes rolling to the back of your skull with your back arching. Without warning you squirt in his mouth and on his seats.

You try to close your legs because it’s sensitive but he keeps going. “N-Nate it’s se-sensitive please.” He looks up at you and he twirls his tongue which makes you stutter out gibberish.

“Sure you’re not scared of my tongue, Jade?” He rolls his tongue and you feel your orgasm hit again. “Y, yes I’m scared. I can’t h..handle i- I’m coming.” You moan out as your hips move to your orgasm.

He gives one more good suck to your pussy lips and he leans up, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his tongue. “I could eat your pussy for hours, Jay-Jay. But I’ll do that next time. Right now I know you want this.”

He places your hand on his crotch and your eyes go wide. There no way that is fitting inside of you. Nate sees the fear in your eyes and he leans down kissing your neck. “I know it’s big, but I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.” He sucks the side of your neck and you moan his name out softly.

You feel him move you back against his seat. And you hear his zipper unzip. You can’t see what his dick looks like in the dark but from the feel of it you know it’s bigger than the toys you use.

You hear something rip and in the street light you see it’s a condom wrapper. He moves himself closer to you and you know it’s going to hurt since he is your first but you both freeze when you hear a cop siren in the distance.

Nate moves back and you sit up to see the lights of a few cop cars.

Suddenly everyone runs out of McKay’s house and you two scramble to get decent. “I can take you home.” Nate tells you, but you shake your head.

“I’m not leaving, Stacey behind. Let me out real quick.” He opens the door and you climb out of his truck, looking through the crowd for Stacey.

You feel your phone vibrate and you answer it. “Where are you?” You hear Stacey ask in a panic. “I’m outside, where are you? I’ll find you.” You hear Nate say something but you take off running where you see Stacey’s car.

When you get in she was panicking. “Girl, apparently someone’s ex girlfriend called a noise complaint and got the party shut down…” As Stacey gives you the details you get a text from an unknown number.

Unknown-

Hey, it’s Nate. Maybe we can pick up where we left off. Not just tonight but from back then? 🙂

You feel a small smile on your lips and you go to answer but Stacey says something that makes you reconsider.

“..McKay says he thinks it was Maddie who called, since she heard that Nate was here..”

You feel the guilt in your heart and you give a wow that’s crazy for your comment and lean your head against the window.

Maybe meeting up with Nate tonight was a bad thing.

Boy was it ever…