#the demon in me- IT wants the liquor- you understand what i'm saying

[blizzardfluffykpop]

"I don't wanna write smut- but the parasites in me (tbz) want me to write smut."

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Apple Seed 7: Demons

Charlie: (nestled into bed and surrounded by a maternity pillow to help prop up her heavy set baby belly) Are you sure you're alright with me going to bed early? I can stay up a little longer and help with the new residents' paperwork.

Vaggie: (cups Charlie's cheek and brushes her thumb over the bright red circle, slipping her finger into the well hidden dimple camouflaged underneath) I'm sure, hun. I can handle it just fine. I'll be in bed in about two- (checks the bedside clock) -two and a half hours.

Charlie: (pouts) But-

Vaggie: (presses a finger to Charlie's lips) No, no hables más, mi amor. You've been sleeping horribly for weeks. If you're tired, you should sleep. I can take over so you can rest. ¿Comprende?

Charlie: (huffs childishly but eyes slowly soften as she kisses Vaggie's finger) Yes, Ma'am. I understand. (snuggles under the covers and strokes her belly) I love you, Vaggie.

Vaggie: I love you too, querida. (kisses Charlie's forehead) Good night. (slowly exits the room and shuts the door with a soft click)

Vaggie: (sighs heavily and shuffles down the hall with an uneasy stride and hunch in her shoulders) Mierda... What am I going to do?

Vaggie: (enters the office and sits behind the desk, slowly opening a side drawer to reveal a hidden flask and pulling it out to take a pull of the liquor inside) Fuck.... Now, I'm drinking by myself because of this... Shit....

-Silence-

Vaggie: (bites her lip and pulls out her phone) I cannot believe I'm doing this. (dials the number and sets the phone to speaker)

-Brrrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrrd!-

Carmilla: Carmine Industries. State your business.

Vaggie: (nervous) Uh, hello, Ms. Carmine. This is Vaggie Morningstar.

Carmilla: I'm well aware who you are, Vaggie. That's the point of caller ID. What do you want?

Vaggie: (under her breath) Gee, aren't you just as perky as ever. (clears her throat) I'm... in need of some... ugh...shit.... advice.

Carmilla: .............I'm listening.

Vaggie: You have two daughters.

Carmilla: How astute of you.

Vaggie: Smartass comments aside! (gets quiet and nervous) How... do you do it?

Carmilla: ..........I must say. Normally, I'd pride myself on being able to understand most nonsensical babbling, but I'm not quite following yours. Elaborate.

Vaggie: (sighs and sinks into the chair) How do you do it? Hold your kids when you have blood on your hands? (stares at her palms and flinches as flashes of deep crimson blood stain her fingers before returning to normal)

Carmilla: I see. This is about your prior Exorcist work and the baby on the way, isn't it?

Vaggie: (nods sullenly before remembering that she's on a voice call) Fuck! Yes! This is about that! How can I hold a perfect little being after everything I've done?! After all the people I've killed here in Hell? (flood gates open as her emotions run wild and tears sting her eyes) I know Charlie has forgiven me, but what if I hurt them? What if... I'm not good enough?

Carmilla: .............

Vaggie: (slowly calms down and wipes the tears from her eyes)

Carmilla: (softly) Because when that child is born, the hands that you once used to kill will be used to protect something even more precious than you could ever imagine.

Vaggie: (blinks) Carmine?

Carmilla: That innocent, perfect little baby will rely on you for everything the moment they're born. Your wife will rely on you to help her shoulder the burden. Do you honestly think that child will care about the people you killed when they only know the love you've given it? The care you've provided to it and it's mother?

Vaggie: But.... what if I-

Carmilla: Taint it? (huffs a laugh) With what? Slightly sullied hands that may or may not be covered in spit up? A child isn't tainted by the past sins of a parent, stupid girl.

Vaggie: (glances at her hands and watches as the blood washes away to a gross, white milky substance and cringes at the thought of spit up) Not sure how much I want that either....

Carmilla: Just remember to burp the child thoroughly between changing breasts if the princess is breastfeeding, and especially after. It should help with any projectile vomiting.

Vaggie: (smiles softly and relaxes) Do... you have anymore words of maternal wisdom for me? I... uh... feel pretty useless right now.

Carmilla: Hmmph. (sits down at her desk and leans back in amusement) Grab a notebook, and I'll give you a few tricks of the trade.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Reichenbach: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done with Dean and his antics. You want to leave and you're going to do whatever it takes to make him understand that he doesn't have the power here. You do.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

Dean walks off without another word and approaches the piano in the corner of the room where the stage is. He sits down and plays some keys as if he knows what the hell he's doing. Your hand twitches because you'd love nothing more than to smack the shit out of him. Your gaze moves from him to the door behind him because it opens, and Sam steps through it.

Dean smirks because he knows he's there.

"Hiya, Sam." He turns and sees the bruises and cuts on Sam's face. "Who winged you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not really. I told you to let me go."

"You know I can't do that. By the way, your pal Crowley sold you out."

"It sounds like him," Dean nods.

Dean gets up and faces his brother to fight him but you're quick to jump between the two men. Dean looks at you before turning his gaze to his brother.

"Dean, hold on a second. You don't have to do this. Look, we know how to cure demons. Do you remember that?"

"Little Latin and a lot of blood. It rings a bell. Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?"

"That was Crowley."

"It really wasn't," he smiles.

"It doesn't matter, alright? Whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it."

"Will we? Right now. I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it."

"He's telling the truth," you say to Sam.

"I'm gonna have to pass."

"I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me?"

"No."

"Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming."

"I don't care because you are my brother, and I'm here to take you home. Both of you."

"You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home," Dean mocks. "What is this, a Lifetime movie? With your puppy-dog eyes?" Dean laughs hard. "Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that."

Sam takes out a pair of sigil-etched handcuffs. Ones that will hold a demon no matter how powerful.

"You really think those are gonna work?"

"There's one way to find out."

Dean will kill his brother, and you can't have that happen. You don't care what happens to Dean and Sam, but if Dean kills Sam, then all you're gonna hear is Dean's whining when he's finally cured. You really don't want to deal with that so you turn to Sam with a glare.

"Get the hell out of here, Sam."

"No."

"I can handle Dean just fine. I don't want you here." Sam holds his ground but you're not done with him. "GO!"

For some reason, Sam trusts you. He doesn't know what's going on with you but he trusts you have some sort of plan to take down his brother. Plus, he's going to be nearby anyway so he decides not to make a scene and leave.

"Aw, you love me," Dean smirks.

"No, I just didn't want to hear you whine about your dead brother later."

You leave his side and go to the bar to order a drink while Dean goes back to playing the piano. Two ladies come up to him and flirt with him which he's into. If you're going to leave and trap him, then now's your chance. All you have to do is get back to the motel and you'll have everything you need to take down Dean once and for all.

You down two shots of the hardest liquor before grabbing your jacket. To get to the exit, you have to pass by Dean, and when you do, you lean in close so he can hear you over the music.

"I'm leaving you."

You only have a few minutes before he comes charging after you, so you have to be quick. The motel is right across the street from the bar, so you sprint to your room and slam the door open. The first thing you grab is the demon knife and stick it in your boot for later. You open your duffel bag and start throwing shit in there just to get it in.

Seconds later, the door to the room slams open and Dean is standing there with an angry look on his face.

"You're not leaving."

"Watch me," you laugh dryly. As you grab another handful of clothes, Dean grabs some from inside the bag and throws it on the bed. "Real mature."

"You're cute if you think you're actually leaving me."

"Are you really that insecure?" you ask and face him.

"Maybe if you had your magic, you'd be able to stop me. You don't, therefore, you're not leaving."

"Stop fucking bringing that up! God, you're so fucking annoying. You think you're better than everyone else because you're a Knight of Hell. Well, guess what, you're not that special. In fact, you're bottom-of-the-barrel shit that no one wants, and it's kind of pathetic to watch you act like you're not."

"Is that any way to talk to your husband?" Dean glares.

"You're not my husband," you laugh. "You stopped being my husband the second you got black eyes." You take off your wedding ring you used to love so much and throw it in the nearest trashcan. "There is nothing worse than being your wife, and I'm kind of glad I'm free from that burden."

Dean teleports to you and slams you against the wall. His right hand grabs your throat to let you know that he could crush it if he wanted to. His eyes are pitch black but that never scared you.

"I won't hesitate to kill you."

You smirk.

"You don't have the balls."

His grip on your neck gets deadly tight, and for the first time since he stole you from the Bunker, you actually think he's going to kill you. If you don't do anything right now, he is going to take your life without a second thought.

You reach down to grab the handle of the demon knife and stab him in the stomach with it. He lets go of your throat with a groan of pain. You suck in a lungful of air and shove him away from you. You take out the knife and stab him in the chest. This time, you leave it in there. Dean gasps in pain and falls to his knees, giving you the opportunity to escape.

You grab your gun, your phone, and your wallet. Everything else can be replaced easily. You're not sure where you're going to go but you need to get the hell away from him. The parking lot is nearly empty but you run toward the street as fast as you can. Maybe you can hitch a ride with someone if you can get there in time.

You look back at the room to check on Dean while still running but you don't see him there. When you turn back, you run right into his chest. You back up and aim your gun at him, but all he does is smirk.

"If the demon knife didn't kill me, what makes you think a gun will?"

"A gun with special bullets might," you smirk.

You shoot him once in the shoulder but it doesn't cause him any pain. All he does is look down at the wound in curiosity.

"I really do think humans are the dumbest creatures on Earth."

He goes to take a step toward but it's like he's frozen in place. He can't even move his arms. He's stuck there and a mocking smile appears on your face.

"You were saying? Devil-trap bullets really come in handy when you're dealing with demons. You can thank your granddaddy for this one. You're not so tough now, are you?"

Seeing him try to move makes you laugh.

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Yeah, okay. Don't hurt yourself trying. You know what's funny? Knights of Hell are supposed to be badass and fearful. Cain is one scary dude. Abaddon might have been an asshole but at least she knew what to do with her power. You? You're failing at something that's supposed to come naturally to you." Dean is seething with anger but you won't let him go easily. "It makes sense, actually."

"What does?"

"Why you're such a shitty demon. You were a shitty human, a shitty husband, and a shitty father. I've always been the better parent. I see now why our kids have disappeared. I bet they're happier wherever they may be because they don't have you to watch over them."

"Like you're so much better," he spits.

"Oh, I am. Do you know why? I never had John as a father. Talk about being shitty," you scoff. "I guess it's genetic." You turn to leave but aim your gun at his leg and pull the trigger. "One more for good measure."

You toss the gun to the side and leave him to stand there on his own. It's not hard to find Sam since he needed to stick around for whatever you were gonna do to tame Dean. He's outside the bar with Crowley, and even though they were across the street the whole time, they didn't hear or see anything.

"If you want Dean, you can have him," you say. "He's stuck in the motel parking lot."

"How?" Sam asks.

"Devil-trap bullets. Two of them, in fact."

You lead the two men back to the motel where Dean is. He has a much deadlier glare on his face which you ignore. Sam takes his wrists and cuffs them knowing it will hold him once the bullets are removed. You walk to the front of him and dig your fingers into his wounds to take the bullets out.

You make sure to make it hurt.

Sam places Dean in the back of the Impala while you gather your things from the motel. You pass by the trashcan and notice your shiny diamond ring still sitting there. Without thinking about it, you grab it and place it in a small pocket of Dean's duffel bag.

Once he's cured, he's going to find it in there. Maybe your point will come across then. Sam has the First Blade in his hands since he's considering giving it to Crowley for safekeeping.

"Pleasure doing business."

"What are you gonna do with it?" you ask and toss your bags into the back seat.

"Toss it into a volcano or leave it on the Moon. I'll get creative. Believe me, I don't want you or Dean getting your hands on this any more than Sam does." He turns to Sam. "Your brother knows I ratted. He tends to hold a grudge. I don't want to get boned."

"This doesn't make us square," Sam says and hands over the Blade. "If I see you again--"

"Oh, stop it, Samantha. No one likes a tease."

Seconds later, Crowley disappears from sight.

"Well, this has been eventful."

You two pile into the front seat and Sam starts the journey back home. One of the things Dean didn't do is keep his car neat and clean like he has since he was eighteen. It's filled with fast food wrappers, a few condoms, empty drink bottles, and other trash.

"This thing is filthy."

"It's just a car, Sam."

"Just a car? Wow. You really have gone dark."

"You have no idea," Dean chuckles.

"You claim to be a big bad demon who's strong and smart," you say and turn to face Dean, "but look where you are. You got outsmarted by a human. How does that make you feel?"

"Don't poke the bear, Y/N."

"Oh, I'm not worried. He doesn't scare me," you smirk and keep eye contact with Dean.

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[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

Hello, are you still taking writing prompts? Specifically the smut ones? Because office au with 11 and 15 sounds awfully nice...your choice of partnering, but perhaps with the B-man being the bottom? is that the right term? 😳

11. their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!! 15. eyes open. keep looking.

Getting Adam drunk is not the hard part. The hard part is getting Adam drunk enough. Too little, and all he wants to do is salsa dance, which in itself, is not at all a bad night out. Too much, and Adam goes weepy and complicated over the nature of his own existence, talks too much about Barbara and makes himself sadder, then full on sobs because he's going to outlive his cat.

It's a very, very delicate balance.

All BJ is really hoping for is a repeat performance of their rooftop kiss. Nothing nefarious, just a guy and his undead coworker in a bar, drinking together, and if Adam just happens to reach that level of inhibition were he's willing to kiss Beej again, well, where's the harm in that? It's a perfectly innocent obsessive quest for kisses, and he only feels a little slimy for it, not anymore so than usual, and not at a level where he's willing to stop trying. Besides, a night out with Adam is always fun. Liquor loosens Adam's usually tightly wound nerves considerably, which he assumes has to be good for the guy, because being chronically widdle has to be bad for your heart.

The bar they're in tonight is loud, and crowded. Adam is nursing his third cocktail and has long since begun wiggling his shoulders and tapping his feet to the music playing. He's talking animatedly about something, and BJ is leaning on the bar and listening, his own half rotted brain buzzing from the effects of pregaming at his apartment before appearing here. Funny the way a bottle of cough syrup and a bottle of vodka can team up on your senses like this. He's probably more fucked up than Adam, at the moment, but his buzz is pleasant and Adam is pretty when he rambles, so it's another romanceless night that manages not to feel wasted. Unlike himself.

Adam seems to sense he's not all there, and pauses. "You still with me, buddy?" he nudges BJ's shoulder. Warmth graces his cold skin for a moment. "I wanna kiss you," BJ says, for some fucking reason. Adam blinks in surprise, then leans in, leans heavily on BJ's shoulder. "You do not," he says, all sweet and shy. "You drive me crazy," Beej continues. "You know you could have me on my knees in a moment, right? I'm dyin' for a taste of you." Adam looks contemplative. He downs the rest of his drink and then sets it on the counter with a little too much force. BJ, misreading that action, backpedals. "Hey, I'm drunk, alright?" he says. "Sorry, I didn't mean to blurt it out. I mean, I meant it, but I didn't mean to say it. Take a buck from the jar tomorrow, okay? My bad-" Adam's hand cups his face. BJ's panicked rambling stops. His maggot addled mind is struggling to understand what's going on.

Adam tilts his chin up, light caresses along BJ's jaw. "I've been thinking about it, too," he admits, face burning red. "I think.. I want to." His thumb presses against BJ's lips, and the demon parts them, lets that digit sink into his mouth, and he puts on a show of sucking it, trying very hard to convey a lot of feelings that way. Adam must get it, because he laughs, and in a moment the two of them are slipping away from the bar, hand in hand.

Drunk Adam is confident enough to head to the roof, despite the signs proclaiming it staff access only. Drunk Adam is confident enough to grab at his suit jacket and kiss him again, and drunk Adam makes a noise of excitement when that kiss is broken and BJ, true to his word, sinks to his knees in front of his coworker.. his friend… ? The guy whose dick is about to get sucked.

Years of experience kicks in, so he manages not to fumble over Adam's belt and zipper. He pulls down his underwear too, and in a moment he's staring up at Adam, who is all shy and handsome and already half mast. BJ ducks his head, kisses and licks and bites his way up Adam's thighs, which serve to further excite his coworker. He lets Adam's length rest on his face for a moment as he works his tongue and lips over Adam's balls, lavishing his anatomy in attention that must come too infrequently, because Adam reacts with a jolt of surprise and a soft moan escapes into the air. Beej kisses along the underside of his shaft next, just to hear the way Adam huffs, all shaky and excited. He kisses from the base to the tip, and then decides that he's done wasting time, and he takes Adam in his mouth, and pushes further, down his throat. Adam makes the cutest noise of surprise and grabs his hair, hard, just the way BJ likes it. He bobs his head back and forth, doing some of his finest work, honestly. Adam's hips are twitching, like he's trying not to thrust, which is just so gentlemanly and cute. He pushes further, until his nose is flush against Adam's stomach, and then pulls back, leaving most of him exposed and cold, and he does it again and again, before Adam can complain. Adam, for his part, is a mess. His hands in BJ's hair are tugging on just the right side of too hard, and he's been babbling a string of soft expletives and gentle urges for a while now.

"You look so pretty down there like that, Beej," he manages, and BJ blinks up at him adoringly, mouth too full to talk. With a moment's more work Adam is on the edge, and BJ recognizes the moment it all becomes too overwhelming for his breather. Adam gives a soft groan, his head tilting back, and he cums down BJ's throat. The demon sucks and swallows, encouraging him, and in a moment, his lips pull off of Adam's member with a faint wet popping sound, just in time for a final spurt of cum to paint his face. Adam's head is still tilted back, a hand over his eyes, somehow back to shy again. "Ads, eyes open. Look at me." Adam does so, and stares as BJ licks the cum off his face. He gives Adam's tip one little parting kiss. "Bye, Adam's meat. Nice to meet you, don't be a stranger." "You're gross," Adam huffs, but the second BJ's back on his feet, they're kissing again.

All in all, pretty successful night.

[storylocke]

[P5 / Alola crossover scene]

Gladion:  …[fidgets] Steven, might I ask you something… exceedingly personal? >.>;

Steven:  [For how awkward the young man is, he can't help but smile at how “personal” it could be. Playful sarcasm] You know how I love my secrecy. What is it?

Gladion:  As we've been talking about our companies’ history and hopefully future endeavors, it’s… it’s hard to ignore why the partnership ended in the first place.

Steven:  [Nod, nod taking a drink, and?]

Gladion:  Did you ever get closure about your mother? 

Steven:  ….. [Swallows, but quirks an eyebrow at him] That's a bit of an odd question.

Gladion:  I know, I just… [Shakes head] This past year has been crazy between my mother and me, but at least I still have her. And even if I was only a child at the time, you were too. Did anyone ever talk to you about what happened?

Steven:  …. [Looks to the water glass in hand then holds up a hand.] Hold that thought. [Gets up and goes over to the desk where he opens a hidden compartment in the wall with several types of bottles] I don't do this very often, but this sounds like a conversation that requires it. Would you like some? 

Gladion:  ….By all means. [Not sure if he’s more surprised by the hidden liquor stash or that Steven isn't shying away from the subject at all. Motions that he'll take….whatever the guy’s got.] Thank you. I'll take that as a no?

Steven:  They gave my father the news, but he never told me much at the time. I knew she went to stay with Aether while learning about their research and just… never came back. I knew she was dead, I wasn't that sheltered, but… [Shakes head] no. No one ever told me personally. [Takes a sip as he goes on more somber] But I knew it had been terrible. My world was completely turned upside-down by my father's grief, but that pales in comparison to what happened to you. [Holds up hand as he can see Gladion’s alarm] As a business, we do still need to do our research before taking up a partnership. And of course, you only officially took over as President recently, it begs to question what happened to the last one. I just… [rolls the glass between his hands as he watches the deep reddish brown liquid slosh a little. Somberly] My father didn’t just cut ties with Aether. We closed ourselves off for a while with the claim that Devon had just suffered a series of unfortunate events and would be working on a company reconstruction before continuing operations. I wish we hadn’t though. I know we likely wouldn’t have been able to say or do anything at the time, but I can’t help but wonder if we had continued watching from the outside, we might have helped your mother sooner. I have heard rumors over the years about the horrors to occur after President Aether was killed in the attack. [And somewhat surprised to see Gladion’s is empty already as well. Leans forward to pour his guest another, larger, shot. He's not sure if Gladion just really liked it or was gathering up some “liquid courage” for whatever he intended to say. Tops off his own while he’s at it] Although, if you’re planning to bring me comfort and details, I wouldn't think you'd know much about it. Weren't you, like, ten at the time? Surely they didn’t have you watching when everything exploded.

Gladion:  [Bit of both actually, but sets the glass down a little shakily] I was eight, actually. I'm sorry it really is an odd subject to drop on you like this. I'm sure you've also heard about the growing crisis in Alola, the Psychotic Breakdowns and Mental Shutdowns… [Steven nods] My associates and I are more than certain now there's an Ultra Beast behind it. The interdimensional creatures once referred to as Demons. And that alone has had me thinking about that day a lot lately. I just wanted to ask where you stood on the matter because I… I really need to talk to someone who’d understand…

Steven:  [Blinks at him in surprise as he's not sure how to feel about the thought of the Demons being back in any way, shape, or form. But given Aether's history, even more so under Lusamine… tries to give his guest a smile.] I’m not sure if I’d be much help, but I like to think I’m easy to talk to. [Clears throat] At least, I would hope I am, but I realize I still haven’t answered your original question. I… [Honestly takes a moment to think about his feelings when it comes to his mother] I suppose I have found some closure on the whole affair. Even if I didn’t find out the full extent of what happened to her, my father and I had a bit of an incident ourselves several years ago, which finally allowed us to talk about it. My mother’s not exactly a sensitive subject, if that’s what you’re worried about. You lost your father during all of that too, didn’t you?

Gladion:  …. [A soft smile creeps out as he debates how to answer that. It sounds crazy, like… REALLY crazy, but you know what, he’s not sure why but he feels like he can trust the guy. Takes the whole shot] I’m not sure, actually. I found him again, I think.

Steven:  … [Looks at glass, looks at his own, debating if he should give the young man any more. Eyeing him in slight concern and confusion] I don’t find that very funny. 

Gladion:  I wish I was joking. [Looking down as he’s worried he may have offended him after all. Instead, he finds himself admiring the shape of the empty glass, kind of neat how everything blurs through the thickness of it] I’ve heard that Hoenn is very serious when it comes to ghosts and lingering spirits and whatnot. ….But honest to goodness, I think we’re being… haunted by that day. In every sense of the word. What would you do if the whole… Phantom Thieves thing- [points at him somewhat with the glass then sets it aside. Yeah, he’s gonna stop] I know you’ve heard of it, we heard about it less than a day after getting off the plane. What if I were to tell you there’s some real ghost or… otherworldly play having a hand in all that? 

Steven:  [Amused. This was a bad idea actually, he almost wonders if the guy’s ever had a drink in his life before this, but ah well, too late now] I mean no offense, but you think your father is a literal phantom thief?

Gladion:  I think he might be leading them. Or did. Leadership is kind of weird lately. [Deeeeeep sigh and tries to straighten up in his seat] This secret CANNOT leave the room but, I need to talk to someone because this whole thing is driving me insane.

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A/N: This is less to do with the actual crossover as just bits of world building. Plot wise this scene comes up while several members of the gang are on vacation, but instead of going to Hawaii (because they're already from Alola) they end up going to Japan. And since half the group would be high schoolers (although school is odd in Pokeverse so none of them are actually in school at this time), the other half of the team are varying degrees of "responsible" adult. As such, instead of a school trip, they're on a business trip with Gladion even if once they get there, they all split off to take care of other business in Kanto, Johto, and Sinnoh. (And we get a bonus dungeon completely unrelated to the game, so even if the kids are about to discover hell via Difficulty Spike, I'm just having fun.)

Kofi

[angstfactory]

It was kind of funny, when one considered how the two women would come across such similar situations when in dramatically different areas of work. Neylani could certainly empathize with having to deal with her fair share of folks that couldn't keep their liquor down, who attempted to bribe the cuffs off, or even tried to physically take her out before they got brought in. All of it could be so miserable and yet so rewarding at the end of a long, hot night as she sank into a scalding bath to clean those moments from her skin. "You're right," she agreed, with a bit of a smile. Demons had definitely been way, way worse but... That didn't diminish from the fact that, as women, they dealt with certain kinds of 'demons' on the daily. "I'm glad that you seem to be holding up well, then."

Neylani knew she'd seen this woman around town before and within the club itself-- heck, she might have even come in while the lady was dancing on stage and not realized it. Though they weren't deeply familiar to each other, it was clear this person had one of those tough spirits. Probably had to, for the kind of work she was in. Only because of the patrons, though. It was one of those physically demanding and exhausting things, but if the right people actually came in all the time, probably very thrilling, too. Rewarding, even, to know you were basically Goddess in someone's life that night. To Ney, that just seemed like it would feel so good to have something like that, fleeting or not. She hadn't experienced it before and she found herself nearly jealous of the woman for it.

She couldn't do this, though. She'd never even learned to dance at middle school and high school functions. There was no way she'd be capable of acrobatic feats on a pole.

"Oh no, definitely not," Ney snorted to herself, unable to envision being with anyone, let alone how she would feel if they came here. Single men, sure, have it at. But dating and married men? It was a bit harsh on their significant other, wasn't it? To prefer coming to see other women than going home to the one they had? At the very least, it was a form of emotional cheating, right? Honestly, she didn't know and it wasn't anything she had to worry about, anyway. Had nothing to do with her situation in the slightest.

As the woman snuffed her cigarette and came into better lighting, Neylani noted then the oversized jacket wrapped tightly about her small figure. It was plain whose jacket that was. Her not trying to answer and be honest about the situation only seemed to make it more awkward and weirder that she'd be hovering around the employee's entrance in the dead of night. Besides, there wasn't anything to hide. "Actually," her arms came up to hug over her chest and offer a tight smile, "I thought Roman would be working tonight." She didn't pretend to know what his schedule was-- why would she? She just knew he did work there and they'd interacted before when they needed the department's extra assistance. That wasn't an every day occurrence.

"Please don't take that the wrong way," Ney went on quickly to say, to hopefully avoid any conflicts that might dredge up with this girl, "it's just-- he helped me the other night, and I wanted to stop by to thank him for that." She frowned, the guilt and concern visible in the way her brows creased. "And I.. ah..." She faltered, briefly glancing off because it was difficult for her to admit to any kinds of weakness. That night had been her worst and she hadn't been able to shake it, since. "Well, it's hard to explain but," Neylani's words came out in a sudden rush, "something made me attack him and say some pretty awful things.. And he still helped me, so... I wanted to be sure he is okay." That was the truth. Hopefully, if Roman had mentioned it to his girlfriend? by now (and she couldn't imagine he wouldn't have), she'd understand it was innocent. Neylani wasn't sure why she was this nervous to make it apparent that she wasn't there for any other reason, but that distinction seemed important.

The woman was - even in jeans and sneakers, presumably with minimal make up or none at all, as it was hard to tell in the dark - stunning. Sofia observed the beauty of her round cheekbones sat high on her face, quite similar to her own, and her plump dark lips. Sofia herself was attracted to the woman almost instantly so it certainly wouldn't have shocked her if Roman had been, especially because the old man had a type. The lack of confidence in her words certainly felt strange for someone who was as gorgeous as her, or someone who was willing to even be near the club this late at night but without context Sofia couldn't fathom what was holding back the woman's words.

"This a real strange place to get restless," Sofia laughed, looking over her shoulder at the flickering light over the 'employees only' sign. The woman coming around this way wasn't the biggest indicator of who she was looking for, lots of people worked there, she could have been a big sister or a mother, or even a wife. Sofia's eyes shifting to her hand to see if it had a ring on it.

Dropping her cigarette to the ground before crushing it beneath the toe of her platforms as though she were Sandy in Grease or maybe more likely one of the side characters in Pretty Woman she pushed off the wall, still clutching Roman's jacket to herself. "No worse for wear than normal, what's a bit of demonic mayhem when you already have idiot frat boys throwing up on the carpet and old men giving you fucking ones?" she joked, but mostly Sofia didn't want to think about all that had happened.

She'd holed up in her apartment and locked everything down, the scenes outside too terrifying to deal with. She should have been stronger but she was glad when no one tried to find their way into her presence during the chaotic time, and she truly had tried to avoid asking anyone she knew about it because what if her absence had resulting in them being harmed? What if she was as ignorant as she had been when her own mother had become possessed, what if she got them killed too? Sofia wanted to close her mind off from it all.

"Your not here to like ambush your boyfriend or something, right?" Sofia asked, because that would be the typical drama that would overshadow any sort of demonic possession or fires started. "If you are, I mean, give me his description and I can just bring him out and you can yell at him in the parking lot," she offered.

[yououui]

" i'm trying so hard, but... i can't stop myself from falling in love with you. " - but it's kurogane saying it! because you know he tried to stop himself before deciding this was just his lot in life and it was time to wife that boy

I accidentally wrote a 5 page fic of Kurogane just being a lovesick idiot enjoy

They sit in silence after Tomoyo leaves them. Kurogane wants to yell at her a bit because what the hell is she playing at dressing the mage like that?! but it turns out that cutting off an arm is exhausting and he doesn’t have the energy to fight her. He does give her a glare as she exits the room and she winks back at him.

Tea is brought for them eventually and Fai carefully pours them each a warm glass. “How are you feeling?” Fai asks while handing Kurogane his cup, the first words spoken since he socked Kurogane upside the head.

Kurogane shrugs, a natural instinct that proves to be a mistake as pain shoots across his left side. Fai notices his wince and moves closer in concern, like he thinks Kurogane will need to be caught before fainting, but Kurogane waves him off. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“And in pain,” Fai says. He almost sounds angry, but the sad look on his face betrays his tone.

“It’s not that bad,” Kurogane tells him instead. “As long as I don’t move too much.”

Fai regards the empty sleeve hanging at Kurogane’s side and the white bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. “You’re such… an idiot,” He says eventually. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Thought I made it clear a while ago,” Kurogane responds, as easily as ever. “I’ll do anything to protect the people I love.”

Fai laughs, though it sounds more like a sob, and shakes his head. “If you love me then you’re even more of an idiot.”

“Trust me, I know,” Kurogane says. When Fai lifts his eye, Kurogane offers him a small smile just so the idiot doesn’t get the idea in his head that Kurogane is serious. Somehow, even for as upset as he is, it gets Fai to smile weakly as well. That gives Kurogane the encouragement he needs to continue. “Y’know mage, I’m trying so hard—I’ve been trying for a while, but…”

But…?

When did it start exactly? When did the annoyance towards the insufferable man sitting beside him turn into curiosity? When did he begin finding himself wanting to know more about him—when did he begin to care?

He can’t be certain but Outo springs to mind first. The moment Fai’s casual admittance that he wanted to die spiked anger in Kurogane. Anger not towards Fai, as Fai believed, but towards the mere idea of him going through with it. And the moment he saw the mage’s ribbon on the ground, no body to be seen as demons surrounded him and that anger returned like a tsunami wave engulfing him until he could barely see or breathe.

And the relief when he saw the idiot was actually alive. And the frustration at himself for feeling so relieved for someone that didn’t care about Kurogane or himself. Kurogane knew that it was pointless to let himself be interested in the mage; Fai was a liar that carefully kept them all at arms length and Kurogane had no idea who he would see when the mask finally fell.

But he didn’t want Fai to die. As grating as Fai could be, Kurogane wanted him to stick around. He didn’t care about Fai’s past, but he wanted to understand him more. He wanted to know what he liked—liquor, music, cooking, annoying Kurogane, cats, dogs?—and what he disliked—hangovers, waking up early, pickles, personal questions, green tea. He wanted to understand what had Fai so guarded, what had him so afraid, and he wanted Fai to understand that he could let the walls down every now and then, that Kurogane would protect him from whatever he was running from.

And then Yama, Piffle, Lecourt, seeing those walls break down brick by careful brick. Feeling the strength of Fai’s magic for the first time as it engulfed them, the sheer power of it suffocating and brilliant. And Kurogane felt a brief spark of hope that maybe, maybe, Fai was beginning to learn that caring wasn’t such a bad thing.

And then the fear that came with the weight of Fai’s limp body in his arms, the way his blood fell like morbid tears and stained usually flawless skin. Kurogane had felt that once before as a child, the night his life was burned to ruins but he still refused to let his mother go. Kurogane also refused to let Fai go; he needed to feel the mage’s breath and heartbeat, no matter how weak. He needed to know with certainty that Fai was still alive.

It may have began earlier, but it was then that he realized that his minor curiosity had grown into something he couldn’t control or bury or pretend not to notice. In that moment, his worldview narrowed down until he could only see Fai, the noises around them dulled except for Fai’s wavering breath and weak voice, and suddenly anything else he’d ever wanted didn’t seem to matter. He made the wish and paid the price and bound himself to Fai, a man who would keep running seemingly forever.

Well then, to hell with Nihon—he could find a new home or wander around new worlds with Fai until the day he died. He could give up his own life, tear out his own heart, anything it would take to keep that idiot alive for one more day.

It was only after it was over and the price paid that Kurogane reminisced about his parents and realized that there was a word for what he was feeling.

“But I can’t stop myself from falling in love with you.”

Fai says nothing but the breath he takes is sharp enough to cut the stillness around them. Because sure, Kurogane loved him, he cared, they were friends after all. But to fall in love…

It was something he knew he shouldn’t feel as soon as he realized it. He knew he should avoid it. If he tried to pursue someone who did not want to be chased, it would only end in disaster.

And gods did he try to stop it before it reached that point. Kurogane had heard of heartbreak of course, through others lamenting the loss of their beloved or reading about it in books, but he’d never experienced it himself. He didn’t understand how such a feeling could overwhelm someone completely and scoffed at characters in stories that threw themselves from high windows or drank poison rather than live a day without their love.

But then he felt it, that hot knife of rejection stabbing him straight through the chest. Each cold word and hostile glare twisted the blade until he was certain his heart had been crushed to a gruesome, mangled mess, and yet there were still tender bits of it left for Fai to sink his claws into. And then Kurogane understood the windows and the poison and honestly, he’d rather cut off his other arm than ever experience that again.

But at least Fai was alive. At least he was there, and Kurogane would take the bitter pain and more for Fai. Only for Fai.

Kurogane chuckles to himself now, the entire thing so miserable it’s almost humorous. If the person he was before Tomoyo cast him away could see him now, he’d probably call himself a moron, just like those characters in the stories. Kurogane never knew one person could change him so much. “Even when you hated me, I couldn’t help it.”

Fai’s head falls forward and he digs the heel of his palm into his eye as if it could shove his tears back inside. His other hand trembles and fists his kimono so tightly, Kurogane is worried he’ll tear right through the silk.

“I never—hated you,” Fai gasps, shoulders trembling. Kurogane feels bad for making Fai cry—Fai’s cried a lot recently. It comforts Kurogane to hear the truth, though, and he thinks the mage needs it. He has about five lifetimes of tears built up. “I couldn’t. So I tried to make you hate me but—gods, even after all I did... how I treated you…! You still wouldn’t...”

Kurogane turns his body a bit so that he can reach Fai with his right hand. He ruffles Fai’s hair and the indignant squeak Fai lets out as his head is pushed down feels entirely worth it. “Guess we’re both idiots then,” Kurogane tells him quietly.

Fai peers up at him through his hair that Kurogane has made a mess of. His face is shining with tears, his cheeks splotched red and his eye swollen and Kurogane marvels that such a beautiful person could ever exist in the mortal world.

Fai weakly—playfully—swats Kurogane’s hand away and wipes his sleeve against his cheeks. Kurogane snorts, humored that the outfit Tomoyo carefully picked for Fai to wear for a very specific reason has been reduced down to a rag to dry his face. “I think Kuro-sama must be on all kinds of strange medicine,” Fai says with a fragile but honest smile. “He’s in such a good mood and saying all kinds of weird things.”

“Mm. Don’t expect to hear this shit when I wake up tomorrow,” Kurogane tells him with a nod. He’s still smiling though, smiling like a lovesick idiot with hearts in his eyes but damn it he’s been through too much and has almost lost Fai too many times to care about it now. Hearing the slightly teasing tone in the mage’s voice and seeing him here, alive and at Kurogane’s side, soothes his torn up heart and begins stitching the pieces back together.

Fai’s smile grows as well, the fragile edges chipping away and leaving behind a look of pure happiness Kurogane has never seen on him before. Fai reaches over, letting go of his own kimono to grab the empty sleeve of Kurogane’s. “I’m sorry,” He says. “And thank you. But never do something like this again.”

“Don’t almost get yourself killed again and I won’t have to,” Kurogane tells him, grinning.

Fai nods, still smiling. “Fine. You’ll live a long, long life with me by your side, Kuro-sama. I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

It’s probably the strangest proposal in the history of any world, but it’s one Kurogane is happy to accept.

[lostmykiliel]

"HanGuang-Jun, what about you? What do you think?"

Lan Wangji slowly shook his head, "One should not comment without understanding the whole picture."

Wei Wuxian admired his attitude and principles a lot. Grinning as he drank another gulp of liquor, he heard Lan Wangji speak again, "What about you?"

[...]

He looked up at Lan Wangji and smiled, "HanGuang-Jun, why are you looking at me like this? I'm not saying anything. Just like you, I don't understand the whole picture, so I'm not going to comment either. You're right. Before knowing all of the turns and twists, causes and effects, nobody should presume anything about anything."

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I recently started reading "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation" or "Mo Dao Zu Shi" and so far I really love it.

Wanted to share this part of Chapter 30 from the amazing translation by K (Exiled Rebels).

I really do agree with the gist of this conversation, even if I think it's not so much about commenting but more about condemning someone without understanding the whole picture.

[thedyingmoon]

*Sigh* Okay, let's do this!

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe where,... 🤭🤫

~ This is for you, @simmy-ships ! Thanks for reblogging chapter seven! 🖤

~ And to my two best girls, @acieoj and @heaven-on-a-landslide . 🖤

~ Should I put a warning? Nah. Enjoy! 🖤

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VIII

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May 17, 07:45 PM

The room was dark. As expected, the building was deserted. You've already heard from the local news that the Demon King that threatened Red Grave with the Underworld Tree was already defeated.

So, as instructed by your boss Dante, you went back a day later to finally meet the others, including the supposed client who offered the job. Yes, particularly him. He said that you two might get along.

But, the room was dark.

Maybe Dante forgot to pay the electric bills again.

You placed your pale pink fur coat on the sofa, seeing a familiar silhouette sitting behind the desk.

You smiled, thinking that maybe he was going to surprise you. How typical of him, considering he just defeated another Demon Lord.

"Dante, I thought you're already paid in advance by your client?" You said, walking towards your boss, unaware of everything that took place during the fight. "Where are the others?"

The moment you laid a hand on his shoulder, you instantly felt something that sent shivers down your spine.

He's not like this. Something is wrong,...

Despite the darkness of the room, you noticed how Dante looked up at you. The usual charm on his facial features was absent, and you saw huge bags under his eyes, like he's been crying nonstop.

But, that was impossible, right? Dante can't cry,...

"What are you doing here?" He said to you in a raspy voice. "You're not supposed to be here."

You laughed nervously, unable to believe what you just heard from him.

"You said to go back after the mission." You answered. "You promised to introduce me to - "

"You don't belong here."

"What?"

You drew back in confusion as he stood up from his chair, towering above your diminutive form.

As he knocked his chair, you gulped. Hoping it was another one of his tasteless pranks, you laughed, your voice ringing all throughout the hot and dark room.

"Okay, Dante, I'm not falling for that anymore!" you said, already feeling your confidence leave your body as he closed in on you. "And if you think I will allow you to carry me to the showers with you now, then sorry! Joke's on you - "

"LEAVE!" Dante shouted at you, his voice unmistakably sounding like his Demon form's growl. He grabbed your shoulder, hurting you with his powerful grip, and pushed you forcefully away from him, making you stumble and fall to the cold floor.

As you tried to stand and retaliate, you saw how he completely transformed into his full demonic form. He really meant what he just said.

"Dante,..." you pleaded, your voice cracking as tears slowly fell. "Why?"

His eyes glowed unearthly red, his wings spread wide. He took a few steps forward, his every move creating tremors on the ground beneath you. You made an effort to back away even further until your back touched the door.

"YOU'RE USELESS! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!" Dante growled. "GET OUT AND DON'T SHOW YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN!"

***

Thoughts of that night three weeks ago went back to haunt you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your face flushed due to five glasses of champagne, your eyes both looking and feeling heavier, you sighed, for once letting yourself slouch. You convinced yourself that everything would be alright once more between you and Dante.

Well, he looked alright a while ago, right?

You shook your head as you touched your forehead and leaned on the counter. Obviously, he was drowning himself in liquor to get over something. That last mission really took a toll on him, and you knew it was the reason for his misery.

For the last three weeks, you took on small Demon hunting jobs separately from Dante. Of course, some clients were aware that you're working as a Devil May Cry agent, they just didn't have any idea what went on between the two of you. Heck, even Morrison was smart enough to not ask, saying that you two were acting like quarelling lovers, which you definitely weren't. There was only the quarelling bit but, there were no lovers involved there, and you both knew it. Dante even stressed it out to you a year ago as one of the conditions for being a Devil May Cry agent and his assistant. That you would only have a professional relationship, and nothing else.

Yes, you were aware of all of these but, why was your heart aching after what just happened? You knew you weren't falling for him. So, why?

"Okay, I'm coming in!" a female voice said on the other side of the door.

You stood up straight and composed yourself, and as the door opened, you were met with an absolutely gorgeous woman in white who was slightly taller than you.

But, her unique looks weren't the only thing that captivated you. It was the color of her eyes: the right one green and the left one rust red.

The lady smiled and pointed at you with her silver pouch. "Hey, I know you! You must be Dante's girlfriend!"

Uhh, no,... "I'm sorry, I'm not - "

"Haha, of course, not! I know." The lady went closer towards you and gave you a quick hug. "My name's Lady, Dante's girl friend. But, not his girlfriend. There's a difference between that."

"I know."

"Anyway," the lady named Lady opened her pouch and brought out her nude matte lipstick. "I'm not kidding. I do know you. You're the girl who had been working on the Devil May Cry for a year now, am I right?"

"Yes, but, I'm kind of in a suspension right now." You admitted, watching Lady as she put on her lipstick.

"Aww, why is that?"

"Long story."

"Hmm, but you don't look like you're in a suspension right now. I mean, the way he groped you earlier!" Lady gave you a mischievous look. "Are you sure you're not his girlfriend?"

She saw what happened earlier!

To this, you just smiled and gave her a simple answer. "I'll never be his lover."

Lady nodded. "Okay." she said as she went closer to you. Her lips close to your ear, she whispered, "I agree. After all, your boyfriend looks like the possessive type. I was knocking at the door for a few seconds when I noticed him waiting for you outside. And he looks a bit worried and upset. You're not gonna make him wait longer, are you?"

Of course! Due to your own troubles, you almost forgot about V, who promised to wait for you outside!

"Oh, no, V!"

Lady laughed, her voice sounding like chimes in your ears. "Who knew that guy V had a really gorgeous lover?"

"I'm sorry, Lady, I have to go!" you said as you rushed towards the door.

"Good luck, cherry pie!" Lady sang cheerfully, gesturing something with her fingers that you couldn't understand and didn't want to know.

When you came out of the powder room, sure enough, there was V, leaning on a wall across the room and reading that hard - bound book he showed Dante earlier. Lying beside his feet was a great black feline who was peacefully taking a nap.

The moment V heard the door open, he was greeted by your sight, captivating than ever before with the help of the wine. Your face was a bit red, emphasizing your cheeks. Your gentle eyes looked heavier, and he realized that you might have drank too much.

He held out his right hand to you, which you took without hesitation. Without taking his deep eyes off you, he brought your hand to his lips, giving it a chaste peck, its softness and fullness giving you a strange kind of satisfaction. You wondered how it would feel on your -

V was a bit startled when you quickly took your hand away from his grasp, your cheeks getting even redder. Was it the way he kissed your hand?

"Forgive me." V quietly said, his low and seductive voice slowly becoming your undoing. He put his book away, waking the feline and making her stand after having a nice stretch.

"No, no, there's nothing to forgive." you said, almost admitting that it was your fault for letting your thoughts drift. "It must be the heat of this place."

"Would you like to catch some air?"

Taking up V's offer ( while perfectly knowing that Lady was spying on you two from the powder room ), you went outside with him, your hand on the crook of his right arm. He led you outside to the balcony.

You let go of V's arm and looked up in awe at the starlit sky above you, perfect for this summer evening. And while you looked at the sky, V looked only at you. You may have tried to murder him that afternoon but, if it's you, he wouldn't mind. After all, who would refuse to be put to eternal rest by a very beautiful angel such as yourself?

Griffon materialized once more, looking at the same direction as V.

"Go on, Shakespeare." the bird whispered. "Ask her for a dance."

He was still looking at you, drinking in the sight of you and feeling like he was an inexperienced teenager once more.

"I'm not sure." V honestly answered just as quietly so as not to disturb you as you leaned on the railing. "I haven't done this for a very long time."

"That was twenty - five freaking years ago! Ya got this!" Griffon urged. Seeing that V would not budge without motivation, the bird stealthily took his cane and flew as far away as he could. "Haha! Not gonna return this until you ask her!"

You turned, hearing Griffon's harsh voice, and found V intently staring at you. For a brief moment, you felt at a loss for words. Even the opinionated and well spoken man could not think of anything wise to say for the first time since that day twenty five years ago.

He may have felt affection before in the form of another human woman but, V knew this was different.

And he knew it was more.

But, what was it?

All of a sudden, the music stopped. There was a brief silence, and when the violin hit its first note, you both knew what was coming.

V summoned what little courage he had and went towards you, the absence of his cane on his right hand not unnerving him in the least for once. You waited for him until he was mere inches away from you. And when he was finally looking down at you, his eyes suspiciously getting a bit darker, he spoke.

"You were asking how to thank me for earlier." It was not a question, and you knew it.

You nodded, not taking your eyes off him. "Yes, I was."

V held out his left hand, praying that his dancing knowledge was enough for this. "May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?"

You giggled. He sounded exactly like the Prince in Patty's dime novels. And, as the Princess would answer, you said, "It would be such an honor, my lord." You took his hand and smiled, the wine in your system actually making you feel giddy.

V chuckled, knowing your reference. Slowly and with great care, V raised your hands and placed his right one around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. As gently as he could, he led you to the first ever waltz you've danced.

Your eyes never parting for even a second, you moved, slowly, at first. Your alluring scent made it almost impossible for him to concentrate but, he wanted it to be as perfect as he could.

You had no idea if it was the wine, but you were moving more quickly and with more ease now to the tune of the sweet music. You may have felt a crushing disgrace from Dante's move earlier but, that, and the sadness you felt, instantly dissipated as you spent this precious moment with V. You knew you barely knew each other but, you could always make up for it afterwards, right?

V was aware of this, as well. In fact, as your bodies moved, he actually considered inviting you somewhere private where you two could overcome that bit of a problem. Maybe forget everything and spend the rest of the night with you in ways he could almost imagine right now as you looked at him.

If this was the Yamato's will, to be with you for this moment, then, so be it. If this was to be his last day on earth, he wanted to spend it with you, and you alone.

V stopped moving all of a sudden. He was still looking at you, but there was something in them you couldn't tell. His hands were around you, locking you into his embrace.

Oh, my God! You knew what was going to happen! Patty described this exact moment! And you were right, he was leaning in closer to you!

You closed your eyes, waiting for his lips to cover yours in sweet delight -

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[captnswilson]

Hi! For the one-sentence prompt, could you do “Where the hell are your clothes?!” with Malec please??? ^_^ (I'm new to this all ask thing, am I doing this right? XD)

Don’t worry, you’re doing it right :)) This fic brought me so much fun and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I do!

Unpredictable boyfriend

Alec Lightwood climbed the stairs, feeling the fatigue in every corner of his body. Since dawn, he hadn’t had a moment of peace, for the presence of demons in New York was disturbingly large that day. After a long patrol and saying goodbye to Jace, Alec only wanted to go to bed.

The only thing that could stop him from falling asleep on the stairs was the prospect of seeing Magnus. Alec felt a sort of excitement at the thought of his loved one waiting for him.

They hadn't seen each other all day, and yet Magnus had been somehow present with him. In every thought, in every shot of arrows from the bow, in every breath. And also in every text message that Magnus had sent him every now and then.

How are you, sunshine?

I have a client in an hour. I am so eager for this meeting that I'm going to pretend to be ill. Perhaps he'll just go away...

We should go to Paris, Alec.

You sounded strange on the phone. Are you okay?

Alexander... I'm so bored...

When will you come? I miss u.

The strangest thing has just happened to me. Can't wait to tell you!

A knock on the door was not necessary. Alec spent so much time in Magnus' apartment that at some point, it had become his home. He would gladly never leave this place if not for his obligation to the Institute and family.

“Magnus?”

Alec closed the door behind him, took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. Then he moved toward the living room, yawning three times in a row.

Where were Magnus and his arousing, sweet kisses?

Approaching the table, Alec did not really want to drink alcohol, but he hoped it would help him in some way. A sudden desire for a hot bath came to his mind when he heard footsteps behind him. Finally. He spun around and froze with a glass in his hand and a pale smile on his lips.

Magnus stood in front of him, apparently pleased to see Alec. There would be nothing odd about it if it were not for the fact that his figure could be admired in all its glory; he was completely naked.

Alec knew he must have looked stupid with his jaw dropped low and his eyes wide open. He couldn’t help but ask, “Where the hell are your clothes?!”

That was the most appropriate question, and yet Alec felt even sillier.

“You better drink it, Alexander.” Magnus pointed at the glass and began walking around the room, in no way restrained or embarrassed by his nakedness. “And then pour yourself some more.”

Alec obeyed his order, feeling the bitter liquor warming his throat. At the same time, a blush appeared on his cheeks, which might have well been the result of alcohol or Magnus' extravagance. It was hard to tell.

“I have already mentioned to you that today a very strange situation happened to me. Well, there was some disagreement between Malcolm Fade and me and we decided to make each other's life miserable. In a joking sense, of course.” Magnus smirked, and Alec did not know whether to laugh or cry. His boyfriend was unpredictable. “Malcolm cast a spell on all my clothes. Until midnight I cannot even touch them, because if I do, they turn into little monsters and try to eat everything on their way. One of them bit my finger. I can show you...”

“No, thank you.”

“Of course, I took revenge on Fade,” Magnus continued, “but I assure you, Alec, you do not want to know what I did to him.”

Alec took his word for it.

“Who is Malcolm Fade?”

“The High Warlock of Los Angeles, a friend of Blackthorns. Tomorrow, we'll probably laugh about it with a cup of coffee. I already think it's very funny. Just look at me, Alec!”

That's what he was wary of, but since Magnus himself insisted... Alec could not believe how someone as old and experienced by life preserved such beauty. Magnus was beautiful. From dark hair with pink strands, through yellow-green eyes to a sculpted body.

Alec knew all scraps of Magnus' body by heart as he traced it with his fingers almost every night. And yet at the moment, he felt as if he had seen him for the first time.

“Hm, can't you just... you know... use your magic,” Alec stuttered, gesturing with his hands. His attempt at impersonating Magnus met with a failure. “Or I can go back to the Institute and bring you some clothes.”

“Oh, Alexander.” Magnus laughed. “I'm in my house and I can walk around naked whenever I want. What is going on? You have seen my body many times. Actually, in an act of solidarity, I suggest that you also throw your clothes off. It will be less awkward.”

“Funny... Very funny,” Alec sighed, taking a seat on a chair. “My boyfriend is a born comedian. You should change your profession, you know.”

After a moment, however, he laughed at himself, not believing that all this was really happening. That's how his life with Magnus looked like. Sometimes it was just plain, sometimes everything turned upside down, but it was never the same. Every day was different, better.

“If it bothers you so much, I will cover my body, although I think that such a work of art should be rather admired,” Magnus stated with a smile, covering himself with a thin blanket.

Alec had almost forgotten about the overwhelming fatigue that now came back with redoubled strength. He yawned, and then he felt Magnus' hand on his cheek. Alec raised his head and looked straight into the eyes of his beloved.

“Bad day?” Magnus asked in a soft voice.

“Bad week,” Alec corrected him. “All day I was thinking only about how much I wanted to see you. Your messages did not help at all.”

“Let me prepare you a warm bath, sweetie. This will help you relax. And I promise to stop parading naked.”

"It does not bother me that much," Alec confessed, covering Magnus' hand with his. He was grateful for understanding. "I love you."

Magnus kissed him on the forehead, then went out to make a bath. When he returned, he found Alec in bed. He was sleeping like an angel, still in clothes, with one hand over his head and the other on his chest.

One of the monsters was just biting Alec's foot when Magnus scared him away. Amused, Bane guessed that before falling asleep, Alec must have checked whether Magnus was telling the truth and touched a piece of clothing.

Alec did not make any move as Magnus lay down beside and gently embraced him, whispering, "I love you too, my angel."

[taurusbih512-blog]

Papa (Gabriel x Daughter-Like!OC)

Note: There is angst and major spoilers for Season 13 (OC's Name is Ellie Barnes)

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"I missed him by seconds." The small girl watched as the Prince of Hell poured that awful smelling liquor into two glasses. Mr. Ketch looked slightly frightened. She wondered why, seeing as they both met Asmodeus a few times now.

She has been tagging along with him for a few months now and so far, she is now considering him as a friend.

At least he never lies to her unlike some people.

"Rest assured, Lucifer will be found."

Lucifer. That god awful name. She hated that name and the one who bore it.

She gets sick and mad upon thinking and saying it.

She loathes it.

Despises it.

The one who bore it killed her wall, her father figure. The father figure whom she loved the most. She saw it with her own eyes. She doesn't even know why she survived that surprise visit that You-Know-Who made.

Her thoughts began to clash and tear through her emotions, messing with her. Memories flashing. Words screamed into her ear.

She is alone again. In that horrific place at the back of her mind. She began mentally screaming at herself until the man in white spoke. She blinked and noticed that he is standing in front of Mr. Ketch.

"And killed before he causes any problems." His thick, Southern accent was almost music to her ears. For some reason, she likes it.

He takes a sip of that liquor before looking at the blue eyed girl, smirking slightly. "Or those idiot Winchesters use him to open up a gate to Michael Land" Asmodeus spoke in a fast pace, which she didn't like since it is difficult to understand what he is saying. He offered the drink, in which the auburn haired girl politely declined.

He chuckled, bringing the crystal clear glass closer to his lips. "Another stick-up-his-ass archangel is the last thing I need." He takes a sip, looking back at the slightly taller man.

She held the urge to snicker but failed to stop the corner of her plump lips lift up.

"Yes, well, Lucifer is getting strong, and as good as I am, and I am very good," The girl rolled her eyes at this, "I don't think even I can beat the Devil at full power."

"Unless you are God or something." She looked at the both of them with her blank yet bright blue eyes, earning the two men's attention. Mr. Ketch frowned slightly at her while Asmodeus smiled softly.

She suddenly felt ashamed of her soft voice.

"About that, you recalled an important errand I had mentioned?" The girl watched as the man in white walked towards a safe. She heard clicking and then a creak. With a unsatisfactory frown because of the noise, she became curious on what could be inside.

"Word had got back to me that a certain artifact I thought had been lost forever resurfaced." He pulled out a small, rectangular box, smirking at it. "And now it's mine." He turned to show the content inside.

It was a beautiful, silver, triple edged blade. It was so clean that it reflected her and Mr. Ketch's features. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

She stared in awe, admiring the blade. She restrained herself from even touching it, which resulted to her hand being balled up into a fist.

"Yes... / Yeah." Mr. Ketch and the girl mumbled at the same time, the two glancing at each other after. They knew that they had to get their hands on this blade somehow.

"I see lil' girl Ellie has a keen eye for blades. I like that." The demon smirked before taking out the blade from the box. "The only known weapon capable..." He aimed the tip at the English man's chest, "...of destroying an archangel," he aimed the tip to the girl. "The archangel blade."

Her eyes widen slightly, the raspy feeling on her throat grew heavier. She kept eyeing the blade until it was put back into the box and into the safe once again.

"You'll forgive me, but my reading of the lore suggests that the blade--"

"--is only effective when wielded by an archangel, right?" she interrupted.

"Oh really? Baby face reading a lot of books?"

Ellie assumed that 'Baby face' was her. "Yeah," she mumbled, nodding slightly. "Good girl," he smirked. "Anyways, thanks for the news flash!" He took a sip of his drink then gestured the two of them to follow him, walking somewhere.

Mr. Ketch wasted no time yet Ellie was hesitant but followed shortly. She examined the dim hallway they were walking in. Torches hung on the damp, concrete walls and metal cell doors gave off an eerie vibe.

"So how old are you again, Ella?" The demon asked.

She sighed. "It's Ellie.. And I'm 14." She mumbled.

Asmodeus stopped shortly to look at her, making her slightly uncomfortable. "Can't hear you, Emma."

She gulped slowly. "I-It's Ellie.. And I'm 14." She stated with a louder tone, but not too loud.

Asmodeus chuckled then put an arm around her. "That's more like it..." Ellie looked at Mr. Ketch, who gave her a commanding glance, telling her to let him do what he wants. She sighed and stopped herself from pushing the man's arm away.

They stopped after a while, standing in front of the last door of this hallway. She felt like they've walked for hours, her feet started to ache intensely but she ignored it.

Asmodeus removed his arm, giving relief to the blue-eyed girl, then opened the small window at the door. "Allow me to make an introduction, young lady and gentleman." He moved aside and Ellie quickly went towards the window to get a closer look.

"Ellie, Mr. Ketch..."

"...meet the Archangel Gabriel."

"P-Papa? ...PAPA!"

[ddaddsprompts]

I just read a fanfic with this recently and i'm lowkey obsessed with the idea, but how about dadsona asking the respective kid(s) for permission to propose to their dad?

Craig; This was it. A clear Saturday morning. Craig was out and about for his early jog with little River strapped to his chest, leaving you with Hazel and Briar, who were scarfing down the extra special breakfast of pancakes and ice cream with a side of chocolate. You figured that the girls deserved a little prepping before you popped the big question, so you set down your fork and took a deep breath. ‘Alright, girls. There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you two.’ You began. ‘You think I’m a good guy, right?’  Both girls smiled. ‘Of course, we do, Y/N.’ Briar answered, biting off the tip of the strawberry on her pancake. ‘You’re charming and smart, your jokes are a bit terrible but tolerable, for the most part at least.’  ‘Dude, you just gave me ice cream and pancakes for breakfast. You’re totally cool in my book.’ Hazel chimed in, mouth full of pancake. You laughed.  ‘Well, that’s good. I didn’t want you both to think I was some sort of bad guy who just waltzed into your family since I am planning to propose to your dad in a few weeks-’

 ‘What?!’ The twins exclaimed, looking equally shocked as Briar dropping her strawberry and Hazel choking on her pancake, reaching for the hot chocolate to wash it down. You covered your mouth in regret. The table was silent for a while, both parties staring at each other in astonishment. It was Hazel who broke the silence with an awkward cough. She still looked surprised. ‘I mean, I’m not against it. Dad does talk about how much he loves you and, well. It’s clear he loves you so uh…’ Hazel nudged her twin, silently begging for her to back her up. Briar sighed and looked into your eyes. You knew she wasn’t going to be kidding around this time. ‘Y/N. Do you love our dad with all your heart?’

 ‘Yes.’ You replied without hesitance. 

 ‘Will you always make sure he’s in a good place and when he’s not, will you be there for him?’

 ‘Yes.’

  ‘Do you promise not to hurt him, in which case Briar and I will cast our super secret demonic witch twin powers on you to curse you and your descendants for decades?’  You stared at Hazel, who looked dead serious before laughing at your extra shocked expression. ‘I’m just kidding, dude. Just make sure you take good care of dad, he really deserves it.’  A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you leaned back on your chair. ‘Thank you so much, girls. You won’t regret this, I swear.’Hugo; The front door opened to signal somebody had arrived home. You knew that it wasn’t Hugo considering he had texted you an hour ago that he was coming home late thanks to a bunch of middle schoolers in detention for setting fire to the trash bins. That meant you and Ernest were alone for the rest of the afternoon, and that gave you the chance to have a heart to heart talk with the moody teen. You watched as he made his way into the kitchen, where you sat on the sofa pretending to read a book. This was it. Now or never.  ‘Hey, Ernest? You mind if you come over here? I kinda wanna talk about something.’ No reply. This was gonna be a little tricky. ‘I could convince your dad to get a dog if you talk to me!’

 The footsteps stopped, then made their way towards you. Ernest groaned and threw his bag down, leaning against the wall. ‘Well? What is it? I don’t have all day, loser.’

You smiled and put down the book you were “reading”. ‘You know, your dad really cares about you.’ ‘Is this what your talk’s about?’ He scoffed. ‘If I wanted to hear about cheesy bullshit I would have just gone to the guidance counselor’s office. Did Hugo talk you into this?’ ‘Ernest, I know you don’t seem to care about your father much, but you should know that he still loves you. Very much, in fact. Hell, he told me once that you could throw a dozen cherry bombs into the boys’ toilets and he’d still love you.’ You spotted his face beginning to soften, so you went on. ‘Actually, that’s one of the reasons I like your dad. He’s devoted to you and everything else he does. It’s really admiring, don’t you think?’ That was it. Tears began to roll down the young teen’s cheeks, trying to wipe them away with his orange sleeve. You sat up and opened your arms, Ernest running into them and sobbing into your shirt. ‘I-I know Dad loves me…’ He gulped. ‘I just..cant myself to..show him that-’ He collapsed into a fit of sobs. You sat him down on the sofa, wiping his eyes before sitting down beside him. ‘I know you love your dad, Ernest. I understand that it’s kinda hard to show that you love him, but I know you do.’ You put your arm around him, hesitant at first, but when you saw that the young man didn’t mind, you relaxed. ‘That’s why I want to ask for your blessing to propose to him.’ Ernest’s tired eyes widened for a moment at what you said, turning to you in shock. ‘Y-You want to…what?’ ‘Marry him, Ernest. If it’s alright with you, of course.’ He took a deep breath and stood up from the couch, grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away. Before you could start panicking, he turns to you with a smirk on his face. ‘Mastiff first, and Hugo’s all yours.’Robert; You weren’t going to lie; Val seemed quite intimidating. Her city life clothes and her half joking, half serious attitude and her overall demeanor made you almost cower in your dad shoes. But you had to get her permission. After all, it was her dad, she deserves to be okay with it before you try something as big as marriage. You invited her over to Jim and Kim’s while Robert was off in the woods that night. The bar doors opened to reveal Val in all her shining glory, spotting you at a booth in the corner and giving you a friendly wave before walking over to you. ‘Well, Y/N? What kinda fuckery has my old man gotten up to now?’ She joked as she settled down in the leather booth. ‘Set fire to the woods? Lost his foot in a tragic car accident? Found the Dover Ghost but got taken away by it, and now you’re trying to tell me that my beloved father has been kidnapped and may never be seen again?’ Yep. This was Robert’s daughter, alright. ‘No, no, and unfortunately, no. It does have something to do with Robert, though.’ ‘Welp, I didn’t come all this way to hear small talk.’ Val turned away for a second to order two shots from Neil, who nods and delivers it over. ‘Spill the beans, dude.’ You took a minute to assess the moment. There was Val, a smart, playful yet serious woman if you messed with her or her dad. One wrong step and she would definitely send you flying to the moon and back. Or poke a hole into your head with her super sharp nails. The point was, this was your one chance. And you couldn’t blow it.  ‘So, uh, marriage, right?’ You blurted out, trying to segway into the question. Val looked up at you with an eyebrow raised. Great job, Y/N, you thought to yourself as you awkwardly downed the shot glass, hoping the liquid courage would hit sooner. ‘Kinda a weird thing if you think about it. “Hey, I love you so much I’m going to get the government involved so you cant leave.”. What a weird thing, huh?’ Nice, you made the situation even more awkward. Val sipped her shot glass skeptically. ‘You alright, Y/N? You look a little pale.’ Shaking yourself out of your nervous state, you looked up to the confused Val. ‘Okay, Val. I’m not gonna lie; I really love your dad. I mean, I think it’s been fairly obvious already, but I really love him. I know you both have been through some stuff, stuff that I don’t have to get involved into if you don’t want to, but I know both of you love and care for each other. That’s why I was wondering if you were alright with, uh, letting me marry him.’ Neither of you spoke for a moment, Val ordering two more shots which were delivered way quicker than usual. She picked up her glass and stared into the liquor inside.  ‘You know, Dad’s been through a lot. Losing Mom. Losing me. I used to hate him for being such an asshole, even thinking he was incapable of loving anything other than himself. But lately, he’s been..better. He’s so willing to patch things up, get his shit together, and sometimes I wonder how that happened. So on the day I came back, I asked him.’ She looked back to me and smiled. ‘He said he met someone. Someone who shoved some sense through his mind and made him wake up. I couldn’t even explain the words Dad used as he described you. They were all good, don’t worry. My father isn’t exactly the best when it comes to emotions, but when I saw what influence you had on him, I knew I wanted you to stick around.’ With a flourish, she raised her shot glass in a toasting motion. ‘A toast to Y/N, my future step-dad and loving husband of Robert Small.’Joseph; After weeks and weeks of waiting for the right moment, you finally found a short window of time where Joseph wasn’t with the kids. Sleeping in thanks to a late date on his yacht the night before. Thanks to this, you managed to wake up the twins and Chris (you left Crish to sleep soundly in his crib) , who were mumbling about not wanting to before you mentioned chocolate brownies, to which Christie jumped up to the chance while Chris and Christian just stirred at the thought of getting to lick the bowl. You set the kids to do their own tasks before starting the talk. ‘So, there’s one thing I gotta know; are you guys actually planning to kill me in my sleep?’ Chris groaned and shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t interested. Christie and Christian shook their heads too. You breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Phew, that’s a good thing. Well, do you think I’m an alright guy, then?’The three stared at each other for a moment, then nodded. You smiled. This was going better than expected. ‘Great. So, this next question might be a bit…shocking but it’s very important to get your answer. It’s okay to be honest and say no, alright?’All three children froze. Christie’s brush had stopped buttering the tray. Christian’s mallet hovered over the crushed nuts. Chris’s hand had stopped moving the spoon to mix. They turned towards you at the same time, making you feel quite anxious. ‘I, uh, kindawannamarryyourdad.’ You mumbled, suddenly taken aback by the children’s creepiness. Christie and Christian walked up to you, and just when you think they’re going to pull out two knives and stab you for wanting to marry their father, they wrap their tiny arms around you and mutter ‘new father’. Chris walks towards you, eyes boring into yours. ‘We love Dad a lot. Just don’t try anything, got it?’You nodded vigorously, and Chris shuffled back to continue mixing the bowl. The two refused to leave your waist, and though it was a cute gesture, you pried them off and insisted you had to continue the brownies, planning to make them a present for your future fiance. And, of course, you let the kids lick the bowl just this once.Damien; It didn’t take a detective to know that Lucien was a tough nut to crack. His rebellious ways made it a bit difficult to pin him down while Damien wasn’t around, but you finally got some alone time with him when Damien was off dealing with a dog emergency at the animal shelter. You heard loud rock music through the door leading into his bedroom. Knocking on Lucien’s door, the music shut off and a familiar voice shouted through the door. ‘What the fuck is it?’ ‘Lucien? It’s just me.’ You replied. ‘I was hoping we could talk for a bit, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask-’ Before you could finish, the teen had already pulled his door open. ‘Well? What is it?’ You mentioned that it would be better if you talked in the living room, and he begrudgingly trudged to the living room and plopped on the couch. ‘So what the hell is this about? If it’s my music, then yeah, I’ll tone it-’ ‘It, uh, isn’t just that, kid.’ You sat yourself down beside him. ‘I mean, yeah, it’d be really nice if you could, but there’s been something else I’ve wanted to talk to you about. It’s about Damien.’ You could see Lucien’s face go from angsty, passive-aggressive, oh-my-god-leave-me-alone to point blank serious. Lucien was a rebellious teen, however, that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his father. It was surprising, actually. They both had a loving relationship, which is mostly the reason why you wanted to ask Lucien for permission in the first place. Sure, he was glad that you made his dad feel good about himself, but to marry the man who’s been raising him alone for years? That was pretty big, and you had to make sure Lucien was okay with it. ‘Y/N? You look a little pale, is it something bad?’ Lucien’s voice was unnaturally soft. You cleared your throat and spoke up. ‘Lucien, I know you love your dad a lot. I also know that you matter a lot to him, and he sees you as his entire world. So it’s kind of well and good to ask; are you alright with letting me marry your father?’ It was Lucien’s turn to become pale as a ghost. He stared at you with unblinking eyes and an unreadable face before slouching into the sofa.  ‘You know, I kinda expected this. You and Dad have been so close lately, and don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it.’ He rubbed his eyes. ‘I’m really happy that he’s found someone to kind of, be weird with and shit, you know? He seems really content with you, so go ahead.’ You smiled, thanking Lucien for his blessing. Maybe he wasn’t that tough of a nut to crack after all.  ‘Oh, and by the way, find a better place to hide your engagement ring, dude.’ The teen laughed before heading upstairs into his room.Mat; Carmensita was a sweetheart. She gave you the utmost respect, and you treated her like a mini Amanda, joking around with her and (attempting at) making matching flower crowns for you, her, and Mat. Despite this, she seemed a bit weak with emotions. This was evident throughout the many times she cried during an emotional scene during movie night, wherein Mat had to give her a big dad hug, asking you to skip the scene so Carmensita would stop crying. This made you a bit hesitant to ask for her blessing at first, but you decided to pull through with it anyway. It was in the evening, where Mat was off at the Coffee Spoon for open mic night. You passed for tonight, pretending to have a headache and insisting you would be fine with Carmensita. Waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he walked off into the night, you had a nice light dinner with the young girl, listening to her go on about school. ‘Miss Davers is a bit weird, but you get used to her eventually.’ She gobbled down on her food. ‘Maybe you can teach me algebra, Y/N?’ ‘Hmn,’ You bluntly replied, picking at your dinner. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even eat anything in fear of choking it up and scaring the daylights out of her, which was not going to be the best moment to ask for her blessing. She noticed your silence and put down her utensils. She looked at you with concern. ‘Y/N, you’re really quiet tonight. Is it the headache? Should I call Dad?’ ‘N-No, sweetie. I’m fine, just a little..’ You bit your lip. ‘Do you like me, Carmensita?’ ‘Of course!’ Carmensita’s mouth curved into a smile, showing off her braces. ‘Did you really need to ask?’ ‘Actually, yes.’ You sighed. ‘Sweetheart, I need to ask you something. It’s pretty important, and I just want to let you know that I completely understand if you say no, alright?’ Looking a bit scared, she nodded anyway. Here goes nothing; ‘Will you let me marry your dad?’ Shock. Screaming. Crying. You prepared yourself for anything that Carmensita would react with, and sure enough, the young girl started bawling up. Just as you were about to call your attempt a massive fail, she began giggling and wiping her eyes. ‘Ah, jeez. You really scared me for a second, Y/N. I thought you were going to ask something way worse, like you were some sort of alien and you were gonna ask me to run away and join your alien family or something.’ She walked over to you and buried her head in your chest. ‘Of course, I’ll let you marry him, Y/N. There’s no other person I’d choose. You make him feel so happy and giddy and you both seem so cute together. How could I say no?’ ‘You sure it’s alright? I could be a huge hug alien ready to crush my next victim into a warm embrace!’ You joked, patting her frizzy brown hair. She laughed and smiled up at you. ‘Hug alien, shmug alien. Dad is all yours.’Brian; Daisy was Brian’s pride and joy. He practically put her on a pedestal and worshipped her every day of his life, so you decided it would only be proper to ask for her permission to marry her father. She was a smart, sensible girl, surely she would understand, right? You knocked on her door on a late afternoon when Brian had gone shopping. She called to let you come in and you did just that.Her walls were filled with trophies and medals, along with laminated certificates and a bunch of pictures with her dad. Their closeness intimidated you, but you were determined to see this through, sitting on the edge of her bed beside as she put down her book. ‘Hi, Y/N. Have you and Dad finished your “who’s the best daughter cuddler’ competition yet?’ She gleamed. You chuckled, remembering that day where you and Brian had a huge cuddlefest on the couch with Daisy in the smack middle, content of course but slightly unable to breathe in between the two huggers.  You put a hand on Daisy’s back to reassure her. ‘Daisy, I’m happy to announce that your father and I have decided that we are both sufficient cuddlers and will not be subduing you to our cuddling competitions. Thank you very much for your participation and we hope to see you again next year!’ The girl giggled, covering her mouth and muttering something along the lines of ‘It was a good experience’. You cleared your throat. ‘Jokes aside, there is something I want to talk to you about, Daisy.’

 ’Anything, Y/N.’

 You took a moment to look at her. She had Brian’s hair and freckles, hell, even a bit of his eyes. It was almost as if you were looking at Brian himself, which made you extra nervous. ‘D-Daisy, d-do you think I could marry your d-dad?’ You stuttered, unable to get the words out. Daisy went from slightly curious to absolutely shocked. She let her jaw drop and hang as her widened eyes stared at you. You assumed she was trying to find a way to say no and started to let yourself out before a hand grabbed you. ‘Wait, Y/N! It’s not that I’m going to say no, it’s just… so astonishing. Don’t leave, please.’

 You propped yourself back onto her duvet as she grasped your arm, thinking that you were going to walk away at any second.

 ‘Sorry, I got a bit scared there for a minute.’ She apologized. ‘You know, Dad really likes you. Whenever you aren’t around, he would talk to me about how much he loves you and cares about you, asking me for help to think about competitions just to get closer to you, stuff like that. And I’m not going to lie; I enjoy it. But what makes you different is that you make Dad feel good about himself. He takes a lot of pride in me that he sometimes forgets to see the actual good of the real him. You make him feel like he should be proud the way he is, and I’d love for you to be a part of our lives.’ Daisy nuzzled into you. ‘Still with me, Y/N?’ ‘Sure am, Daisy. And thank you.’

((ahhh im sorry this took forever, i was writing this during my breaks of reviewing for exams and i just couldnt concentrate without wanting to finish this prompt! super sorry it looks rushed, i’ll be back to answering prompts regularly by tomorrow after my last exam!!)) 

-Mod Coffee Cake

[shinidamachu]

No, because I'm not done.

End Game

I wanna be your end game

And then she was.

I got a reputation, girl that don't precede me (yeah) I'm one call away whenever you need me

This perfectly summarizes Inuyasha when Kagome first meets him and then their whole dynamic after.

I don't wanna hurt you (I just wanna be) Drinking on a beach with (you all over me)

Kagome knows Inuyasha has been hurt, but she doesn't want to be like those people from before. She wants him to live and to enjoy life by her side.

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long And you understand the good and bad end up in the song For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny

They often fuss and fight but that's only because they're equals even in their differences. Their quarrels are not pointless, they're often opportunities to understand each other better, the pretty and the ugly and then grow closer because of it. That's a great sign of honesty, trust and acceptance.

And I can't let you go

Your handprints on my soul

It's like your eyes are liquor It's like your body is gold

Don't Blame Me

Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

Inuyasha and Kagome are so in love that they constantly doing insane things for each other and are also completely incapable of staying away. And they did spend the rest of their lives together.

Something happened for the first time In the darkest little paradise Shaking, pacin', I just need you

They really learned from each other for the first time what true love really was. Inuyasha in particular learned even more: how to trust, to laugh, to cry, to make friends, none of which he knew before Kagome. They just needed each other to achive that growth.

For you, I would cross the line I would waste my time I would lose my mind They say, "she's gone too far this time"

It was out of this world how ride or die Kagome is for Inuyasha. Physically, emotionally... there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine

Remember that Inuyasha refused to call her "Kagome", then he finally does it and is never able to keep her name out of his mouth ever since? Poetic cinema.

Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind

You know what has echoes? Empty Wells! Echoes are often associated with the past. For Kagome, this is quite literal, since "the past" is where the Well takes her. And during those three years apart, that's what their memories of each other must have been like: echoes, which is the only thing Inuyasha finds every time he goes there.

And baby, for you I would (I would) fall from grace Just to (just to) touch your face If you (If you) walk away I'd beg you on my knees to stay

The first part reminds me of the meido scene, since Inuyasha is basically "falling" into "hell" to get Kagome back, but "falling from grace" can also symbolize the stigma of a pristess falling in love with a half demon.

As for the second part, "staying" is a recurring theme in their relationship. Every scene with Kagome coming back to him by the Well comes to mind, especially the one in "Return to The Place Where We First Met."

I get so high, oh Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me You're lovin' me Trip of my life, oh Every time you're, every time you're touchin' me You're touchin' me

Their chemistry is off charts and they're always touching each other. I think this level of intimacy, which they didn't have with anyone else, often blows their minds since they probably didn't even know it was possible to feel this way about someone.

Is it just me...

…or is all of Taylor Swift’s Reputation album basically one long Inuyasha songfic waiting to happen?