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Even after death this will be my show. The boys have done so much for me but maybe this could be the start of something bigger for them.

reblog/reply this post if, even when the show is done, you’re standing on this spn hill with me until we die 

Anyone else notice that spn is ending exactly 10 years later than it was supposed to?

Like alright, ‘fess up. Who made a crossroads deal?

Omg the feels y’all

misha should get the trench coat. whether it’s the old one from season four, or the one now. whether it’s all of them. the last day on set, when they say “and that’s a wrap for misha collins!” the exact moment it is said: the trench coats belong to him, the blue ties a part of it all as well. he can take them home and put them in shadow boxes like they do at fancy restaurants. or, he can tuck them away in the back of his closet only to take out when he’s feeling nostalgic. either way, they’re his. he can do with them what he wishes.

jared, jared gets the demon blade. the knife isn’t only memories of seasons past, with fights and fake blood, but it also ties him to remembrance of when he met genevieve. when she came on as ruby, black eyes glistening. now she wears his ring on her finger and supernatural is where it all began. and that knife was there from the start of the long journey of jared’s changed life. from the weird drinking demon blood thing-using the blade to cut her skin-to now, where jared and genevieve raise their three children together. i imagine that jared would probably frame it-hang it on the wall of a room where it would most be seen. where guests would come and see it, and start up conversations.

and then jensen. jensen will drive home in a heavily loved 1967 chevy impala. the amulet that he wore in the beginning of the show will be hanging on the rear view mirror. jensen obtaining the car was something they all expected, but how often he drove it was something everyone was curious about. baby will be well taken for. he’d take her out only on warm saturday afternoons, but not too often. the sound of her engine turning over stirs up something in his chest that is painful and bittersweet. the smell of her leather seats bring up too many memories of when he used to smell it everyday, sitting in that car-jared shotgun. but baby will be well taken for. he rotates her tires probably too often, and checks the oil to make sure she’s aging well. and she will. like a fine wine, baby will become more and more beautiful each day a new car hits the road. jj, zepp, and arrow-they’ll grow up loving her just like sam and dean did. they’ll find solitude within her seats, and home when jensen sits behind the wheel. it’s a gift that jensen will share. sometimes when jared and misha come to visit, they’ll all just walk out to the garage where she sits. if not to take a ride, at least to take a glance at her. If cars could run on love, baby would be set for a lifetime.

Hot damn....I need a cold shower now....😍

Black and Red and Blue

Summary: Determined to get your Alpha back, you didn’t think twice before following a lead. You barely blinked an eye at the church it brought you to. It never occurred to you that it might be dangerous. That the archangel inside Dean was waiting for his Omega…

Pairing: Alpha!Michael!Dean x Omega!Reader

A/N: This is a second piece to Black and Red, but could be read on its own. Gonna tag @covered-byroses, not sure if she reads ABO, but I know she’s doing that Michael!cember stuff :):)

Warnings: ABO dynamics. Explicit language. Angst. Smut. Dub-con (just trying to cover my ass). Fingering. Thigh riding. Lil bit of hair pulling. Unprotected sex. Grace kink. Marking. Knotting. Praise kink.

Bamby

You never should have gone off by yourself. You never should have left the bunker, leaving just a simple letter and no goodbye. You should have taken Sam up on his offer to look for Dean. Instead you decided to go off on your own. It was stupid, reckless and the reason you were in your current predicament.

After weeks of searching you’d finally found a trail that seemed to lead to Dean. By Dean you meant Michael, the asshole archangel that had hijacked your Alpha and disappeared without a trace… until now.

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Is this still a thing??

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I love that my childhood allows me to know what this is from

this is funny

like really, really funny

I think this is exactly what crossed my mind....

Donna: Hiya!

Lucifer/Nick: Evening, Officer.

The fandom *screaming in unison*: YOU MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH YOU BETTER NOT!

Jensen Ackles (Bacchus LI) | New Orleans, Mardi Gras 2019 [x]

Quick question,

What's a good paint to go over tape? I got asked to paint a welding mask for someone at work and we laid duct tape over the face but I don't know what type of paint would work best, anyone have an idea?? I got no idea where to start......

Carmen Argenziano

I’m pasting this from Facebook, because I’m not strong enough to write it again. 

I just found out that Carmen Argenziano passed away yesterday.

He played Jacob Carter on Stargate SG1, among a thousand other things. He was 75.

I’d seen him at a dozen Stargate conventions through the years. He always struck me as an incredibly sweet, intelligent and genuinely kind person.

Two years ago, I was at a small con in Missouri, without my girls (because they were too far away to get there), and the only friend I had there was the Stargate actors’ manager. He is and has been a friend long before he started managing the actors. He’s fantastic. His wife is, too.

Anyway, he asked me if I could do him a favor. Would I be interested in being a handler for him? After freaking out for a few minutes, calming the hell down, and realizing I had literally no one else to hang out with or anyone who even cared that I existed, I said yes.

I handled Carmen Argenziano.

I played it cool. I pretended I wasn’t freaking out, sitting next to him, being less than a foot from this man I’d never been within ten feet of, being behind the table instead of in front of it. I wasn’t a handler. I wasn’t allowed that access. I was a fan, and we stayed behind the wall and holy crap WHATTHESHITAMIDOINGWHYDIDISAYYES?

I was so fucking scared. 😅

That lasted about ten minutes.

There are so many words I could use to describe him. Talented. Kind. Compassionate. Brilliant. Humble. Gracious. Listening to him talk, talking to him and knowing he was listening to me, is my most precious fandom memory, and it will most likely remain so.

When I told him what I do for a living, he called me a “hero,” said I “save people” when they’re at their lowest, and he wished he could do that. When I told him he did, he didn’t believe me. He called me a “beautiful young lady,” and believe me, I am neither.

When they asked me if I wanted to do a photo op with the Stargate actors, for the first time ever, I said yes willingly. I don’t do photo ops. Even if I do, I either give them to my friends or I rip them in half and only keep the part that isn’t me. But that day, I did it because of him, because I knew he’d be in it, and that would make me strong enough to do it. And he was in that picture. He was right next to me, with his arm around me, and it felt so much more real and genuine than any other op I’ve ever done. It’s the only photo op I’ve ever framed and hung on my wall.

I watched and listened to him talk to a lot of people that day, and he did the same with all of them that he did for me. There was one girl who walked up, and she’d been lurking around the back of the room for a while, and when she came up, she was shaking so hard. Her voice was wobbly. She was so scared. And I remembered being her, and being that scared, because, honestly, I’m always scared at cons. Fucking terrified. And she was me, and she was standing there, and he talked to her. For close to fifteen minutes. And, yes, I was supposed to shoo them away after two or three, and I knew that, but I couldn’t. Because he wouldn’t have wanted me to. And with every word he said to her, she stood a bit straighter, and she stopped shaking, and her voice got stronger. And when she walked away, the smile on her face was real and beautiful and enormous.

I looked at him, and I said, “You know you just made her entire year, right?”

And he said, “No. She just made mine.”

And now I’m crying. Get it together, bri.

Anyway, yeah. This is an enormous loss, not only for the Stargate fandom, cast, crew and community, but for this world. But for me, in a way the passing of a celebrity has never been. Because he told me I was beautiful, and he knew my name, and he talked to me.

Rest in peace, you beautiful young man. I’ll miss you.

I never even started counting 😂

How many fictional boyfriends do you have?

....Of course it's when I decide to skip a proper Mardi Gras....work got in the way, ugh

Jensen Ackles (Bacchus LI) | New Orleans, Mardi Gras 2019 [x]

When I say “Fanfiction is free” part of what I’m saying is yes, you did not pay for the thing.

But I saw a comment from someone that made me realize the rest of the intention behind these words is being lost.

Fanfiction is provided for free, but it is not produced for free.

Authors pay their effort, including physical and emotional and mental. Authors pay their time, in planning the story (mental time) and writing the story (physical time). Sometimes it’s less than an hour for something quick and dirty, like askbox prompts. Sometimes it’s years of their lives in epic fic hundreds of thousands of words long. Authors pay additional time to alpha read their own stories, trying to make sure that they’re free of SPAG errors and make sense and sound good. Beta readers pay their time and effort alongside the authors for editing the stories. Authors pay for posting their stories with all of the anxieties that come from allowing their work - which to this point they have invested all of the above - into the public eye because while it has certainly cost them a good amount to produce the story, fandom history has proved that many other people out there enjoy fanfiction, and authors believe that at least someone else will enjoy their story, too.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that it costs the writers a lot of something in order to produce it. A lot has already been paid into a piece of fanfiction by the time it is available for readers to read. The expense of fanfiction creation is, by and large, resting squarely atop the shoulders of writers.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that readers don’t have to pay the cost of creating fanfiction.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that readers don’t have to pay in anything - not time, not money, not effort, not anything - in order for fanfiction to be created. It’s a donation. It’s a gift. It’s available for you to take or leave, at the expense of someone else.

Writers have, for a very long time, requested donations of one thing as remuneration for everything they put into making fanfiction: comments. Authors have asked, in so many different iterations: “If you have consumed what I have labored and invested in to create and if you have found any enjoyment in it, please tell me, so that I can recharge enough to do this again.” Some of them may recharge on critical comments, but most of us don’t because we’ve already paid everything we want to pay to create the story.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” isn’t just that it doesn’t cost you any money. I am saying “Please respect the time and effort you didn’t have to pay into creating this thing you enjoyed, by respecting the individual creator’s requests.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “be kind to authors, they have paid a lot for this gift they’re sharing with all of us, and they deserve to feel like it was worth it.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please don’t charge authors more time and emotional effort than what they’ve already provided you at no absolute cost.”

I’m not saying any of this to argue. It’s a fact that authors pay into providing fanfiction. They do it for fun. They do it out of love. They do it because they enjoy writing. No one is making them do it. No one is paying them to start or finish the story. That doesn’t mean it’s not WORK. And the only return they get on what they put into the story is the kindness of strangers that invest a little bit back by leaving a nice comment. That is why they stay, that is why they do it again, that is why we have fanfiction.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please don’t be the one charging authors so much more that they leave.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please keep it that way.”

The Cyborg and the Savior [Markus/OC] Part 1

HERE WE GO! HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE. 

Also, I’m tagging @finding-jericho cus they are super sweet and wanted to know more about my sweet revolution leading daughter. Hope you like it, honey! ^.^

ANYWAY, I LEAVE YOU ALL TO THE STORY.

GOD BLESS AND GOOD DAY!

~THE LUPINE SOJOURNER

P.S: WHAT IS WITH THE GIF, YOU ASK? IDK EITHER, BRUH. JUST THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE! XD)

“Alexandra, come down here, please!” Dad calls, and I set my book down.

“Coming!” I call, coming down the stairs and spotting Dad’s friend, Mr. Kamski (addressing him formally seems right, considering he started Cyberlife) and – Shoot! I trip over my feet and almost go crashing into either Mr. Kamski or Dad, but something hard (too hard to be human) catches me, easily setting me upright again. I blink. Is that an android? “Thank you.” I mumble, my eye noting the android who caught me is an RK200 model, serial number 684 842 971, to be exact. I ignore that, turn and smile at our, uh, other guest.

“You’re welcome.” The android muses, smiling and sounding genuine as I move to greet Mr. Kamski.

“Mr. Kamski! How nice to see you.” I greet politely, accepting his hug briefly before allowing him to kiss my cheek.

“Hello, my dear. I’d like you to meet Markus, you and your father’s new domestic android.” I turn to him, offering my hand for him to shake.

“Hello, Markus.” I greet. Markus seems puzzled for a second, then shakes my hand.

“I look forward to getting to know you and your father.” I can’t help but think his design attractive, as if Mr. Kamski knew I’d like the look of this new addition to the house. Like he could read my thoughts, Mr. Kamski smirks.

“I’ll leave you all to get acquainted. I’ll see you around, my friend.” He says in parting to Dad. Dad sniffs, but nods.

“Yes, if you must.” He says. I wave Mr. Kamski goodbye and turn to Markus.

“Um…I suppose I’ll give you the tour, shall I?” I suggest, feeling out of place and awkward. How exactly does one talk to an android? Markus nods.

“That would be most helpful. After all, I need to be familiar with the layout to better serve my purpose.” I swallow. It was hard not to hear the robotic, clinical edge to Markus’ voice, even when it was meant to sound human.

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Paint With Me ( Pt. 1 )

{ markus x reader }

{ word count : 1,220 }

[ thank you! It took me for-fucking-ever to write it. And I’m happy there are people who actually enjoy my writing so, I hope you all enjoy this one :’) I wanna make this two parts…so that’s whats happening] 

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The cold Detroit winter wind brushed across your face as you walked towards the house of your longtime friend Carl. You shivered severely as you rang the doorbell. Rubbing your hands together and trying to blow warm air in them as you looked around behind you. The door opened, you turned expecting to face a lady care android. But what you came to eye contact was something you didn’t expect. The tall man before you that wore a black sweater held the door. “Can I help you?” His soft and gentle voice is what knocked you back into your shivering reality. “O-Oh I’m Y/N L/N? I’m here to see Carl?”

“Markus! Just let her in, it’s freezing out there!” You heard the old man grumble as he wheeled into the foyer, Markus nodded and opened the door wider granting you entry. You smiled and walked in slipping off your boots almost immediately after ‘Markus’ closed the door. You then unzipped your jacket and began to take it off until you felt someone pulling at the shoulders of, You turned slightly seeing Markus look back at you innocently, “Excuse me, I should have asked-“ “It’s fine…” You said with a smile. Allowing him to pull the rest of it off.

“Y/N, this is Markus…my android.” Carl said, a smile on his face, you grinned back rolling your eyes, “I mean, I see that.” You giggled following Carl as he made his way back to the studio. You watched as he got back into his lifting chair. Markus pulled back the sheet and your eyes were met with the most beautiful sight. “Dear god Carl.” You said gazing up at the wall, the older man looked down at you, “What? Not good?” He asked real concern in his eyes, you looked up at him and grinned, “It’s amazing! Oh my God Carl!”

The older man grinned then went back to painting, this was one of the reasons why Carl was so much of an inspiration to you, he was the reason why you began painting yourself. “Y/N? Do you mind passing me that paint?” He asked pointing the paintbrush over in the direction of a tall ladder with a bunch of paints on the top. “Oh…OK?” You said making your way towards the ladder before Markus’ voice broke through the air. “I can get it.” Carl glared at him from above, “No Markus. She’s got it, why don’t you get us something to drink?” You looked over at Markus, the Android paused for a second, “Yes Carl..” He looked at you for a second. “Oh- I’m fine, maybe a water?” You asked before turn looked back up at Carl. Markus nodded and walked out the studio door. You looked at the way he went and furrowed your eyebrows, looking back at Carl then shrugging. “He’s very special to me.” You smiled at the cute way he said that.

You and Carl had met when you were at an Art show in Spain with your parents, who were critics for the world. You were only around sixteen when you first met him and now you would be knowing him for over ten years because of your now turning twenty-six. You had been close, him of course as stated before being the inspiration for a lot of your art and the whole reason for your beginning as an artist in general. You smiled at your reminiscing before climbing the ladder. It gave a soft groan before cracking a bit. You looked down, your movements ultimately stopping. Fear overcame you slowly, you reached for the paints from the step you were at.

They were still too high, you furrowed your eyebrows and slowly went up another one, the ladder cracking under your weight. It was an old ladder, no one had been on it since Carl lost his legs, and you met him in a wheelchair. So why there were paints on top of a 20ft ladder, maybe he wasn’t afraid of heights when he started, who knows? You knew that you were uncomfortably high and the higher you went the more the old wooden ladder snapped and cried out in painful groans.

You gave a shaky breath reaching for the paints again when you grabbed the bottles you needed you let out a soft yes and lent back, beginning to come down before you foot slipped through the gap between the other step. As you flew back you felt as if everything was in slow motion, you were too high in the air to not hit the ground without severely hurting something, but you watched as the paint had slipped through your finger-tips and flew to the ground. Carl had yelled your name and as you felt something that you presumed was the floor hit you, you braced yourself. Only no pain can.

You blinked, shaking lightly before you looked up. Making eye-contact with light green orbs, “Are you alright?” The smooth voice asked, making heat rise to your face. “I- Thank you,” You said, your hand by slight accident, you felt his heart…or what you guessed was his heart. It was, beating, like a human. And you watched as his eyes gazed over you, they squinted…his LED flashed yellow, then back to blue. You heard Carl come down and get into his wheel-chair rolling over to you.

Markus gently let you down, “Good God! Are you alright? I’m glad you came back in time Markus.” Carl said taking your hand lightly. You looked around seeing broken glass on the ground near you. You turned to look for Markus who began to clean it up. “Y-Yeah, I am too.” The dark male looked up and smiled, “I knew that I had to move fast for a reason. Whether it was to get you your drink, Carl. Or save a damsel in distress.” He said, winking. Carl laughed, “Wow. I’ve taught you well.” Carl said.

The older man sighed looking over at the spilled paint bottle. Blue and Grey paint crossed together to make an ugly mark on the floor. “Damn.” He muttered wheeling over to it, You bit on your thumb. “This was my fault, Carl. I’ll get you some new paints…on me.” You said holding the older man’s shoulder softly. He looked up to you and waved his hand, “That’s not necessary Y/N.” He said shaking his head beginning to roll back to his lift. You jumped in front of him. “No, Carl I insist.” You said crossing your arms over your chest.

He laughed, “Oh sweet Y/N. You’ve always been so stubborn.” He rolled his eyes. You grinned, “Fine, Markus…take the girl to Bellini’s, you know what to get.” He said to get around you and hopping into his lift. “Now hurry please.” He said, you looked over at Markus, he smiled back. He felt his pump begin skipping slightly as he saw your smile. The way he looked at you was….special.

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an: very merry christmas to @drmsqnc and belated happy birthday~ I didn’t have much time at all but I still hope this makes you smile Vina~

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“I can’t believe you did this.”

Markus’ happy expression flattered slightly at your dull words.

“If you don’t like it—”

You almost shoved him. The fact that he even questioned whether or not you would like this was insane. Of course, you liked it—loved it, in fact, because it was truly that stunning.

“Don’t talk to me right now,” you said, turning towards him. His gaze was warm, but slightly worried, as it took in your expression. “Markus this—it’s incredible. How long did it take you?”

His expression smoothed with your words, a small grin twisting the corner of his full lips. A soft brush of his fingers registered against your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, into the comforting warmth of his touch.

Markus was like the sun.

There was something about him that just pulled you in, drew your attention towards him. You could understand why androids followed him so willingly, why even humans listened to him and no one else but him. He was special, he had the charisma that you couldn’t quite escape or remain indifferent towards. You could understand all the androids that were willing to lay their lives down for him. Sometimes when he spoke, you felt like that too. Like you could follow him to the edge of the world without a second thought.

He was beautiful and warm and determined and—

He was too much. This was too much.

“It doesn’t matter how long it took,” he argued firmly but softly, and you rolled your eyes at his reply. “As long as you like it,” he added again, and you could read the self-cautious tilt to his words.

Your heart swelled at his worry—at his clear display of vulnerability. He was always self-assured and strong in front of everyone but you. When it was you two, he let his cast crumble away to dust. With you, he could just be himself.

“This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen Markus,” you told him and gave his large hand a reassuring squeeze. “I can’t believe this is supposed to be me. Are you sure—”

“Very,” he interrupted softly, and taking your hand in his brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. “I wanted you to see yourself how I see you. Strong, smart, beautiful. I wanted you to know that I think you’re…incredible.”

Warmth bubbled in your chest and you turned your eyes away from his in clear show of embarrassment. How he could he say stuff like that with a straight face, you didn’t understand.

The portrait stood in front of you on a display. The colours were rich and beautiful; a delicate mix of reds, greens, yellows and oranges. The portrait was warm and earthy; almost ethereal in its wild beauty. It was a side profile that made you appear like some woodland nymph. If this is how Markus saw you…

“You need to be stopped,” you whispered weakly, shooting an irritated look his way when you heard him chuckle. It was a deep and warm sound, warming you despite the bitter cold outside. “I think I’m going to have words with Carl—”

He didn’t let you finish, tugging you slowly towards him, and kissing you softly. It was slow, gentle; with his arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing against yours with a passion that made your breath hitch. His embrace was a cocoon of safety and love, and you would not trade it for anything.

You pulled back first, desperate for breath as he grinned at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Merry Christmas, (Name).”  

— when you are short.

Connor:

• does not compute how short you are, just too cute • but he’s really a gentleman about it • will make sure everything is not out of your reach • didn’t know that finding the right size for clothes could be this complicated until you two went shopping together • genuinely surprised when you told him that your dress was actually a very big t-shirt • “I’ve read somewhere that short people are usually mean because they’re closer to hell but I highly doubt that since you’re so pretty.” • so smooth with you • has he upgraded his flirting software or • he still blushes tho when you place your hands on his forearms as a support to kiss him • blushes a lot more when people mistake you for his little sibling • long walks arm in arm and hand in hand • he says it’s fundamental so you don’t get lost in the crowd • and you believe him bc he’s a negotiator model he’s good at telling (white) lies • and because sometimes you really do get lost in crowds • but of course he just want to hold you close to his body he’s  p u r e 

RK900:

• didn’t know humans could come up in this size • “do you have a hormonal deficiency or it’s just genetics?” • not in a mean or teasing way, he’s purely curious • you’re automatically ‘smol’ • every time you get mad all he can think about is ‘so much anger for such a small creature’ • ofc you always call him ‘big boi’ • what do you mean you don’t like to be lifted up • strong arms around your body all the time • gets things for you from high shelves • really protective • and by that i mean REALLY PROTECTIVE • sometimes overwhelming because “you know i can do things on my own, right?” • he knows, he has simply decided not to care bc you are his human pup and must protecc • over time he realizes he’s head over heels in love with how short you are • didn’t know androids could have a ‘type’ • you’re definitely his ‘type’  • just picture this big sturdy mess of a man leaning down for a kiss please • you constantly on your tiptoes • lots of kisses on your temples, on the top of your head, forehead kisses • gently places his chin on your head and hugs you from behind while you are lost in thoughts • please wear his clothes it turns him on so much seeing you in an oversize something and if it’s his something??? he can deactivate and blush peacefully 

RK800-60:

• “you’re tiny” “yeah i know” “no you don’t get it. you’re tiny” • really amused by your height • constant jokes about how short you are • really he doesn’t stop • downloads jokes about short people every day just for you isn’t he the sweetest thing ever • your head it’s his new armrest • but don’t get angry, he does it because he thinks it’s very cute • plus by doing this everyone knows who you belong to • when you sleep his LED is endlessly yellow because he can’t stop looking at you and thinking at the fact that you are too cute for this world • since you are so elfin he’s the big spoon FIGHT HIM ON THIS • how can you be this cute just because of your height it’s outrageous • “are you sure you are not underage?” • you desperately want to be taller so he can shut up • carries you on his back if you are tired • even if you are not

Lucifer Morningstar Imagine- Blind date

A/N: wow so I finally made a second blog because I had soooo many ideas for fics but they weren’t in the Sebbie-fandom. So, yeah. Also, one of my friends knows about my blog ( lol I told her because I know about her fan account ) so now I have to be careful about what I say in my a/n’ s. Yeay. Anyways, enjoy this lucifer imagine.

Warnings: nothing, just fluff

Pairings: Lucifer x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1,5 K

“ Maze! “ you groan as you cry out. Maze looks up from the knife she was sharpening up to you. She lets out a whistle as she throws the knife into an unknown corner of the living room. “ Well, holy shit, Y/n. If I hadn’t set you up for a date I would take you out myself. “. You slap her arm playfully as pull the dress down a bit. 

“ He! What are you doing? He likes some skin. “ Maze says as she pulls your dress up a bit again. You push Mazikeen away softly and pull the dress down again. “ Maze! I don’t want to look like I’m a hooker. “. She sighs as she fixes a quickly stands of hair that wouldn’t obey to your hair look. “ What’s wrong about being a hooker? “ she asks.

You ignore her as you keep on fixing the dress into it is just to your liking. “ I’m surprised you had something in your closet that wasn’t black, “ you say. You had borrowed a dress from her, it’s not like you had a choice. Mazikeen really wanted you to wear it and you were afraid that if you said no, that she would chase you down. So you settled on a mustard yellow dress that she owns.

“ Come on, your dress is fine. “ Mazikeen says as she hands you a small purse. You place your phone, keys and ten bucks into it before you swing the strap over your shoulder. “ You need to get going. You don’t want to be late to your date with the devil now, do you? “.

You turn around with shock written all over your face. “ The devil? Did you set me up with an asshole? “. She shakes her head and laughs. “ Of course not. “. You walk towards the door of her apartment. Your hand lingers on the doorknob. “ Maybe I should just cancel it-”. Maze quickly cuts you off. “ I’ll cut off your toes if you don’t do this. “ You quickly hold your hands up in to air as you walk out of the apartment.

You tap your fingers nervously against the tablecloth while tapping your foot on the ground. If he didn’t show up you would- Well, what would you do. You didn’t even know. Knowing Maze, it was most likely some random guy she found in Lux.

“ Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes. “ a voice says. You quickly look up to meet the person. A tall man with chocolate brown hair towers above you as he holds out a hand for you. “ Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. “. He says. You quickly take his hand. He bends down to give a kiss on the back of your hand. “ Y-Y/n Y/l/n, “ you say. 

Lucifer takes a seat in the chair across from you. “ Ooh, so you are my date, “ he says. You nod as you grab your glass and take of sip of the water because your throat has just decided to feel like the Saharah. Maybe it was just his looks or maybe it was that accent the has already made your knees buckle. 

“ Maze really did pick out an angle, “ he says as he grabs the menu of the table and starts scanner through it. He quickly notices that you aren’t looking at your menu. “ Do you not want to eat? “ he asks as looks over his menu at you. “ I’ve already chosen what I want. You were kind of late, you know. “. Lucifer shrugs and continues to read the menu. 

Lucifer asks for one of the servers to come over. He quickly orders, and he manages to bribe the server over to give you two a free plate of cheese. “ A cheese plate? Aren’t you supposed to eat them as dessert? “ you question. Lucifer leans over the table, a little bit more towards you. “ Well, you’re so sweet, I thought we were already at dessert. “. You can feel the blood flowing towards your face as you let out an involuntary giggle. 

“ So, “ Lucifer says as he grabs his whiskey glass and holds it right under his lips. “ What is it that you truly desire? “. Everything but him starts to move in slow-motion, you feel like your head is spinning and you can’t tear your gaze off him. “ I guess I’v…I’v../”.

“ Yes, “ he says, “ Go on, darling. “. You swallow thickly, you don’t know why you want to tell this to him all of a sudden, but something in you just wants to tell him all your secrets. “ I’ve always wanted to-”

“ Want another drink? “ a server asks who had just come to your table. Lucifer sighs and looks at him with anger in his eyes. “ No, now please leave us alone, human, “ he says, clearly trying to contain the anger towards the man who interrupted you. 

He turns around to you again, a devilish smirk spread on his lips. “ What was I saying? “. Lucifer rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his whiskey. “ Wait, aren’t you the owner of the club. What’s it called? “. Lucifer smiles brighter at the fact that you know who he is. “ It’s Lux, darling. “.

You nod. “ Yes, Lux. I went there a couple of times, it’s a nice place but it smells god awful. “. Lucifer smile drops a bit. “ Don’t bring dad into this. “. You want to ask him what he means but you quickly remember what Maze told you. “ He can talk really weird sometimes. About the devil and god. Don’t worry about that. “ You can still hear her voice say in your head.

The night flew by in what felt like hours. You two wanted to stay in the restaurant longer to chat, share stories and joke. But the restaurant had to close at some time. So, after a couple of hours, the servers finally got you out of the restaurant.

“ Want me to walk you to your car, love? “ Lucifer asks. You shake your head as you try to grab the ten bucks from your purse, but for some reason, it’s nowhere to be found. “ I came here with a cab. “. Lucifer’s face falls from smirking to concerned. “ What? No, I’m not going to let you take a cab at this hour. I’ll give you a ride. “.

“ That is really unnesisa-”. Lucifer quickly cuts you off. “ I insist. “. You zip your purse close and sigh. “ Okay, you can give me a ride. “. His signature devilish grin appears on his face again. “ And while we’re at it, we can also stop at my place for a drink, right? “. He asks as he leads you to his car. 

“ I don’t think that I have a choice in that, “. He holds the car door for you open. “ Correct. “. You quickly put the safety belt on. Lucifer lays his right hand on your thigh as he starts to drive away from the restaurant. 

“ Do you always bring a girl home after a dinner? “ you ask as you look around you at the dark city illuminated by the stars and street light. “ Just the ones I really like, “.

Your laugh egos through the empty club. The people may have left but the scent of alcohol and sweat are still very clearly there. “ So I said ‘ don’t mess with the devil “ and that guy just ran off into a wall. “ Lucifer laughs. He grabs his whiskey glass again. “ We caught him of course, “ he says before taking a sip of the golden liquid. 

“ So you are the one keeping all the fun in this city for yourself! “  you say as you give him slap playfull slap against his chest. He shrugs. “ What can I say, the devil likes fun. “. 

“ Well, well. Look at you two, “ you hear an all to familiar voice say behind you. “You turn around to see Mazikeen standing there, leaning against the wall as she inspects you. “ Maze! Come here! “ you say as you wave her in with your hand. “ Wait, you know her? “ Lucifer asks. Maze walks over to you and gives you a small hug. “ And she hugs you as well? Maze, are you feeling well? “.

She simply rolls her eyes at him and grabs the only bottle of tequila from behind the bar and pours herself a shot. “ We’re friends, “ you say as you take another sip from the whiskey Lucifer poured you. You feel the alcohol burn on your throat but you love the fuzzy feeling it gives you.

“ Why don’t we go up to my room for some more privacy? “ Lucifer asks as he holds his hand out for you to grab. You quickly cling to his skin as he leads you towards the elevator. “ I’ll invert your ribs if you hurt her. “ Maze says as she gives him a look that is as sharp as a knife. “ I know. “ Lucifer says before the elevator closes before you two

A/N: lol this is bad but fuck it

Hello Partner - Chapter 1 (Lucifer TV fic)

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader with surname Chapter Summary: After Chloe Decker kicks Lucifer out of Homicide, the Captain of the precinct insists he joins you on Vice and your new partner is just the last thing you need.

Warnings: Dark content, Sexual Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Angst

Chapter 1 - Never Have I Ever

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