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I’m gay ?

YOU AGAIN ~ part 5

Originally posted by sometimesallyouneedisone

*you know what this means by now. I’m trash and the GIF isn’t mine*

I always do this! I’m sorry it took me ages to post this. I’ll try not to take too long.

Tags: @whovianwriter @markandjackaremysuperheros @breakawayfromeveryday @decay-of-memories @chuck-better-be-god @winchester-lover999 @pinkleopardss @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi I don’t think I missed anyone! I hope I didn’t.

Words: 1211 - iiiish
Paring: Lucifer x Reader (F)
Warning: a slight mention of depression - maybe


Playing with Lindas’ cushion strings Lucifer knew he had sat in total silence in front of his therapist. Since she had nothing to say, he had nothing to say.

“I never took you for the quiet type.” Linda said as she crossed her legs.

“What can I say everything is well. I’m totally fine. Maybe we could talk about you. How are you, Doctor.” He said dropping the cushion on his side and leaning in with one of his charming smiles.

“Lucifer, you know this isn’t about…”

“You see, I think we don’t talk about you enough. I barely know you. What’s your favorite color? Season? Sex toy?” He said. Knowing he had to keep Linda from asking anything too private. At least for now. It had been only two nights since he saw (y/n) and he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Fine, Lucifer. We’ll try it your way. Yellow, spring and a womanizer and it’s not a toy.” She uncrossed her legs and crossed her ankles. “Happy?”

“My, my! I was not expecting that.” He rubbed both his hands together.

“Can we talk about what is bothering you?”

“I told you I’m fine. Seriously, Doc. Why does something always have to be wrong?” He said holding on to a smile, but Linda just held her notebook and started writing things down still looking serious.

Lucifer knew he’d have to, once again, talk about what was happening so he just said the same thing he said to Maze a few nights back. He loved someone, rebelled, fell alone.

“Are you telling me that there is another angel walking around here somewhere? An angel you’re in love with!” She said rushing to the window and looking outside.

“You know, even if she was out there right now you couldn’t pick her out like that. Plus, she’s not here to see me. She did make that very clear. - and I’m not in love with her.” He said turning a little more morbid.

Linda looked back and Lucifer was looking at his hands while he played with a button on the sleeve of his shirt. She knew it wasn’t easy and that was messing with his head probably more than even he realized.

“You believe her?” She asked. He looked at her with an ironic smile. “I don’t make the same mistake twice. She can say whatever she wants, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to believe her.”

With a sad smile Linda sat next to Lucifer and fixing her glasses looked him straight in the eye. “Have you talked to her since the last time you saw her in heaven?” She asked and he was about to continue when she kept going. “And I do mean a real conversation. Sitting down like real adults, even if celestial adults, and talk about everything. Sometimes there are explanations and there are things you miss judge because you don’t have all of the facts. You said so yourself she always seems sad and maybe that’s because she has things she needs to share with you, but you shut yourself so far she isn’t capable of reaching out." 

"She doesn’t want to reach out. We’ve seen each other a few times and she basically ran off.” He said with hurt in his voice. “We can’t talk about the fall. I think we’ve all moved on from that day.”

Linda let out a muffled laugh. “Oh you have no idea how far away you are from moving on from that, but you know that’s why I’m here. Not that I studied to help with your type of problems. You see, she might just be like you and can’t move on. A step to understand what happened and start to move on, is to talk to her.”

Lucifer threw his head back and stared at Lindas’ ceiling. He did not want to do that. It was the last thing in his to-do list. Right with the side “things I’m never, ever, ever, ever gonna do”.

“I have to go. You’re gonna have a conversation with (y/n) and then we’ll talk about it later.” Linda pulled Lucifer off the couch and pushed him out the door. “Good luck, tough guy. Hear her out!” She said shutting the door on his behind.

Lucifer rubbed his face twice before shutting his eyes and concentrating. He knew where you lived. He’s always known it. Even passed by the street every once in a while. If he didn’t know you could handle yourself he’d be worried, but he wasn’t. He went there a few nights, but he sure as hell wasn’t worried. It was more of a curiosity thing.

He stepped out of a dark corner into the street. It wasn’t new to him the sensation he had everytime he walked by this place. You both used to live in paradise and to know you were reduced to living in such a place. Nope. Not happening. He’s not going there.

Going into your room he almost thought he’d gone into the wrong place. He couldn’t imagine a human living in such circumstances, much less an angel. The place was clean, but it was sad. Something deep within Lucifer started to break.

He gently sat down on the mattress on the floor. Didn’t do much for comfort since he guessed that it didn’t make a different from sitting directly on the floor.

~//~

Walking out of the center you focused on your way home. Today one of the kids you were looking after got worse and maybe wouldn’t make it through the night. Everything seemed so sad latelly. To all the joy you brought you used to take away their pain and sadness, but then the joy you’d get with the joy they felt would be greater then the pain itself, so everything used to be fine. It wasn’t like that anymore. Little by little it felt as though you just were just going through the motion.

Going into the room where you called home all you wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Pray that maybe God would listen to you once and help that child. Not that he cared much for what you asked.

Walking in you saw the last person you thought would ever be sitting on your bed.

“Sama-” you stopped just as he looked at you. “Lucifer… what are you doing here?”

He stood up and fixed his tux.

“I was told by a very important and wise person that it would be in my best interest to talk to you.” He simply said.

“But we don’t have anything to talk about.” You said. Even though there was actually a lot to be talked about, no one wanted to acknowledge it.

“For a long time I told myself the same thing, but I guess now is a good as time as any.” No it’s not, you thought. Too much was already happening.

When you didn’t speak or move, he did. Putting your clothe on top of the mattress he sat down on the small chair. He pointed to the mattress, but you still didn’t move.

“Fine. Stay there, but we are going to talk.” He said.

You looked at him a little spooked. “And what is it that you want to talk about?”

“Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you, (y/n). So do you want to start or I will?”

anonymous asked:

Hi, is saw u put up a list of writing prompts, and was wondering if u could do one on "He's not even a good kisser." Pls!

Here’s a little blurb, my loves. Enjoy.


Kinda Perfect

“Oh my God!” Tiffany shouted before immediately covering her mouth with her hand.

“What is it?” I asked, swirling my straw around my glass.

“Is that…” she leaned closer to me in the booth and whispered loudly, “Harry Styles?”

My eyes followed her gaze across the room where indeed I spotted the tall, handsome man.

“Oh. Yeah,” I smirked.

“Wow. Have you seen him here before?”

I nodded. “A few times.”

Tiffany sighed, sitting back. “He’s so…”

I raised a brow. “So what?”

“Gorgeous.”

I jutted out my bottom lip as I pretended to consider her comment. “You think?”

“God, yes. Don’t you?”

I chuckled lightly. “I suppose so.”

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