never knew these things existed

What the signs crave

Aries: Captivation. Someone who not only captures but holds their flickering flames of interest, someone they can’t look away from if they tried, who melts their hearts with slow burning lava.
Taurus: Fluidity. In the midst of their sturdy calm, someone who will surprise them and move them, who pushes them to their limits, who is exasperating and irresistible.
Gemini: Adoration. Someone who loves the quickness of their minds, who thinks they are the world’s most beautiful puzzle, who touches them like they are a map they will never quite completely understand.
Cancer: Security. In the depth and curves of Cancer’s love, they crave someone who is unwavering, who will forever hold their hand.
Leo: Passion. Someone whose heart burns as brightly as theirs does, someone whose fierce spirit matches their own, whose kisses are intertwining flames.
Virgo: Understanding. Someone who studies them carefully, who knows that they try their hardest, who loves their quirks and reads their bodies, who makes them feel like their every movement is a blessing.
Libra: Determination. Fearful Libras with fleeting hearts crave someone who will go to the ends of the Earth for them, someone who proves with every smile that they hold unconditional love.
Scorpio: Acceptance. Someone who knows their darkest shadows and brightest lights and loves it all, who never lets them forget that love.
Sagittarius: Freedom. The spirit of Sagittarius is untamed, and never will be; they crave someone who will travel the world with them, who looks at them like they are the universe but will always set them free.
Capricorn: Romance. The misunderstood, intricate heart of Capricorn craves boldness and sweetness, romance and adoration that overwhelms them, makes them feel like they have the world in their hands.
Aquarius: Excitement. Someone who startles them, who takes their hand and leads them to new worlds, who makes them laugh harder than they ever have, whose mind is filled with things they never knew existed.
Pisces: Fascination. Someone who delves into their worlds, who explores them and listens to their soft spoken stories at 3 AM, who theorizes and hypothesizes with them, who never tires of hearing them speak.

Use sun and moon

Sun: I crave…
Moon: I need to feel…

“I’m serious, Yu. You don’t realize how terrifying humans are.”

What the signs crave

Aries: Captivation. Someone who not only captures but holds their flickering flames of interest, someone they can’t look away from if they tried, who melts their hearts with slow burning lava.
Taurus: Fluidity. In the midst of their sturdy calm, someone who will surprise them and move them, who pushes them to their limits, who is exasperating and irresistible.
Gemini: Adoration. Someone who loves the quickness of their minds, who thinks they are the world’s most beautiful puzzle, who touches them like they are a map they will never quite completely understand.
Cancer: Security. In the depth and curves of Cancer’s love, they crave someone who is unwavering, who will forever hold their hand.
Leo: Passion. Someone whose heart burns as brightly as theirs does, someone whose fierce spirit matches their own, whose kisses are intertwining flames.
Virgo: Understanding. Someone who studies them carefully, who knows that they try their hardest, who loves their quirks and reads their bodies, who makes them feel like their every movement is a blessing.
Libra: Determination. Fearful Libras with fleeting hearts crave someone who will go to the ends of the Earth for them, someone who proves with every smile that they hold unconditional love.
Scorpio: Acceptance. Someone who knows their darkest shadows and brightest lights and loves it all, who never lets them forget that love.
Sagittarius: Freedom. The spirit of Sagittarius is untamed, and never will be; they crave someone who will travel the world with them, who looks at them like they are the universe but will always set them free.
Capricorn: Romance. The misunderstood, intricate heart of Capricorn craves boldness and sweetness, romance and adoration that overwhelms them, makes them feel like they have the world in their hands.
Aquarius: Excitement. Someone who startles them, who takes their hand and leads them to new worlds, who makes them laugh harder than they ever have, whose mind is filled with things they never knew existed.
Pisces: Fascination. Someone who delves into their worlds, who explores them and listens to their soft spoken stories at 3 AM, who theorizes and hypothesizes with them, who never tires of hearing them speak.

What The Signs Crave

Aries: Captivation. Someone who not only captures but holds their flickering flames of interest, someone they can’t look away from if they tried, who melts their hearts with slow burning lava.

Taurus: Fluidity. In the midst of their sturdy calm, someone who will surprise them and move them, who pushes them to their limits, who is exasperating and irresistible.

Gemini: Adoration. Someone who loves the quickness of their minds, who thinks they are the world’s most beautiful puzzle, who touches them like they are a map they will never quite completely understand.

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while it’s still april i wanted to make an autism acceptance post !

this post is a shoutout to every autist with a “weird”, “cringy”, and mostly otherwise unknown special interests – and i mean things that actually arent liked by tons of other people like minecraft and fnaf and undertale

im talking about all of you with special interests that no one’s heard about, that have little to no fan content, that are hard to get other people interested in hearing about let alone invested with you

i see you, i support you, and i think your special interest is wonderful and unique. you arent weird or embarrassing or boring, you are passionate and individual and that’s amazing!!

i encourage us all to celebrate each other’s niche special interests. i absolutely adore having seen all my friends speak so lovingly about their special interests and ive been introduced to so many fantastic new forms of media and information !

because the people around me have had the confidence to share their “strange” special interests ive had the joy to discover so many things ??? i never knew wordgirl existed but now i wish i’d watched PBS more as a kid. i’ve learned more about trains and betta fish than i ever thought i would ever. i’ve never thought more about the pixar cars movie, pinky and the brain, and snagglepuss in my whole life and i LOVE IT

ive heard great music, movies, art, and facts all over from the autistic people i follow all about their special interests that to most would be anything but special. i love seeing all of your care and passion and i hope that i never see that end.

everyone is encouraged to reblog this !!

altean!lance/princess diaries/canon divergence au where lance is discovered to have altean genes after getting into a tiff with the druids

at first he’s a little shocked at the white/silver hair and sudden markings but he takes it surprisingly well and thinks it makes him look rather dashing not to mention it’s a great way to have something in common worth allura

but allura is way too excited because she and coran aren’t the only alteans in the universe anymore and maybe this means there might be others who’s genes are deeply buried like lance

she decides that she will give lance the title of prince (pidge: oh god he’s gonna be insufferable now) and train him as a diplomat when visiting would-be allies and what better way for the planets to trust team voltron if they see that not only are the alteans alive but one of them is a royal AND a paladin and just allura gets straight to work

at first lance loves it bc he gets personal attention from allura but the more they work together the more he starts to get bored and frustrated and slightly overwhelmed by all the etiquette lessons and history lessons and communication trainings all that on top of regular paladin training and lance starts to feel a cold sweat whenever he hears the princess call out his name

he does his best to hide somewhere in the castle away from bossy princesses and no nonsense captains who doesn’t think lance should cut back on combat practice and just breathe

and don’t get him wrong, learning to be diplomat is kind of fun because he’s learning and cultures he probably would have never even knew existed but the whole prince thing was staying to get to him

he starts to think what if he isn’t worthy of holding that title? he’s just a boy from cuba who just so happened to have an altean ancestor somewhere in his lineage and he starts to spiral from the stress

and that’s where Keith find him, in a dark corner of the castle, a grand room that looks like it hasn’t been used even before the altean war

he carefully sits down next to lance and lance doesn’t even care, he’s too busy moping

and Keith tries to joke around with him, get him out of his funk but lance ain’t having it, curls further into his little ball

Keith looks around, desperate to try to help bc well, the guy looks like he needs a break, even he can see lance was getting overworked. which is when he sees something vaguely familiar. a box with speaker like mechanisms set up beside it. he pushes a button and suddenly the lights turn on and strange, instrumental music starts to play

lance groans a little, already thinking of allura trying to show him altean dances and he sees himself messing up badly and having to practice for hours veggie allura was satisfied. he was exhausted just thinning about it.

keith rolled his eyes and held out his hand, telling him he’d show him some ballroom steps

lance really wants to ask but decides not to look a gift in the horse’s mouth and let him be led

keith tells him to relax and not to look down at his feet since it’s considered rude, lance blushes and tells him fine but don’t get mad if keiths feet turn black and blue in the morning

they’re forced to look into each others eyes and just….try to keep their racing hearts quiet which is why keith asks leave why he thinks he’d be bad at dancing

lance shrugs and his gaze tapers off to the side, which keith totally regrets now, and tells him honestly he feels like he’s done nothing but mess up in all of the prince lessons and nothing seems to make princess allura happy and he can’t help but think maybe he shouldn’t take this title after all. just because he’s part altean, doesn’t mean he can be a prince

and that’s when keith stops moving and forces lance to look at him and say “listen. you’re right, sometimes you mess up but you always give it 110% and when you focus you can become an expert at anything. you’re great at making people trust you because of your own trusting nature. you keep calm in difficult situations and would never leave a fellow team mate behind. you’re a quick thinker, adaptable, charming. lance, you’re not a prince because you’re part altean. you’re a prince because….you’re lance.”

and then lance kisses him and they tell allura to stop trying to be so formal and perfect and try creating new traditions and keith becomes the first part galra prince since he marries prince lance and they live happily ever after the end

One, two or three?

Word count: 4,049

Warning: smut

Request: Kai makes you orgasm three times with his magic while talking on the phone

*gif by me

Rays of sunshine shone down on your naked body, only your bottom half covered with white covers. You slowly fluttered open your eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright light in the room and as you moved, the tension was still present in your legs, feeling weak and as if you wouldn’t have the strenght to get up because of a late night encounter you had shared with Kai. You and Kai have been dating for a while, but the attraction between you two has still been present until this day, sometimes unable to keep your hands off each other and last night was one of those days. Kai has always loved the way you reacted to his touch, to his long fingers slowly tracing all over your body while his lips kissed every square inch od your exposed skin, making sure every part of you was equally loved from his side as he worshiped your naked body and always made sure you knew you were his only. You got up, watching how a sheet that was wrapped around you slowly fell down on the floor, covering your feet before you stepped out of it and headed to the bathroom, warm water running in the shower as you stepped in, letting it caress your body, droplets of water cascading perfectly down your sensitive skin. A feeling of hot water reaching a spot between your legs made you flinch a little bit, slight pain traveling through your legs. You traced your hands all over your body as you remembered exactly how Kai’s hands felt on your skin last night and how he brought you to your high repeatedly.

His fingers traced your body, making sure you felt him on your ass, his body pushing you into the counter in the bathroom, the mirror placed in front of you giving you a perfect view on his face behind you and how his teeth sinked into his bottom lip and then releasing it, making your arousal drip down your thigh. He tugged at your light lacey nightgown, reaching just below your ass but it being transparent, Kai was able to see everything, including your hard nipples and how they gotten harder every time his lips brushed against your ear.

‘You look so damn sexy. I could fuck you right now. So slow and so deep. My big cock stretching you out so beautifully. You just have to say the words.’ His raspy and quiet voice so slowly slipped into your ear, a wet patch adorning your panties from his words.

'I’m s- oh my god.’ He pushed two fingers into you swiftly, moving them in a scissor’s motion, your walls tightening around him as if they were trying to keep him inside as much as possible, dying for Kai to finger fuck you right there and then.

'What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you properly. Could you- say that again maybe?’ His lips brushed on your ear, his tongue leaving s wet stripe on your ear and then suckling on your earlobe. 'Open your eyes, babe. Look at how beautiful you look.’ You struggled, the way his fingers moved inside you making you just want to keep your eyes closed but you knew that he would punish you by delaying your orgasm over and over again until you were a wet and frustrated mess under his touch.

'I’m so-sorry.’ A chuckled echoed through the moan filled bathroom, your eyes locked on the mirror, watching how Kai’s lips parted every time your walls clenched around him.

'Sorry for what?’ Flows of frustration kept colliding through your body. Especially when you saw a big smirk on his face and an expression that said “I know how I make you feel and I know you love it”. You hated that he had such control over your body, but then at the same time, that was all you wanted him to do because he did it so damn well.

'Sorry for w-wearing lace panties a-and short skirts when you are working on s-something important.’ You stuttered and almost screamed out when you felt him adding another finger inside your body, stretching you out even more. 'F-fuck.’

'No cussing. Control that pretty little mouth of yours.’ He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to your lips, coating them in your juices before he pressed them on your clit, making small and fast figure eights. He used his other hand to grab your chin and roughly turn your head to one side to press his lips on yours, gathering your arousal from your lips as if it was the tastiest icing on a cake. He drove you mad just by pleasuring you with his fingers and with his words. What his cock was able to do to you was something completely different, something you have never experienced in your life before.

'And why did I made you apologize for that?’

'Because it’s distracting.’ Your fists clenched the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white from a tight grip. 'Kai, please.’ Eyelids on your eyes started closing as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching, your walls contracting at the pleasure that was about to come.

'Look how beautiful you look when you cum. So damn gorgeous.’ Your eyes somehow opened again, Kai’s fingers flickering on your clit. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, your orgasm slowly but perfectly tearing through your body. Every cell in your body was shaking from an intense release and it had gotten pretty tough to stand when your legs started shaking like every single time he finger fucked you, no matter in what room, everything around you went blury. 'Such a good girl.’ He licked his fingers clean again and made a popping sound when he pulled them out of his mouth, his tongue gathering the rest from his lips.

'Now-’ he slammed his clothed crotch into your ass, his hardness evident on your body, making a moan escape your mouth. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock, pushing his hips into your hand as much as he could. 'Look what you did to me. I fucking need you.’

'Kai’ the only thing you had managed to do was moan out his name, your voice barely audible.

'I’m gonna make you feel so good.’ The weight of his body pressed on your back, your hips grinding into his clothed crotch. 'But you can’t cum until I say you can. Understand?’ You kept quiet, knowing that if you even tried to say anything, the only thing that would escape your mouth would be a moan and because of your silence, Kai’s hand harshly met your right buttcheek, the sound of a dull sound echoing through the bathroom. You flinched at a slight sting on your skin, but it only made you wetter than you already were. 'I asked something. Understand?’ You nodded your head and the next thing you felt was Kai burrying himself deep inside you.

You walked out of your room slowly and even though it seemed impossible, your legs were still weak after so many hours of sleeping. You felt as if you were running a marathon and then didn’t stretch well after. You put on your favourite black lace panties and Kai’s favourite black shirt that reached the middle of your thighs, covering your ass perfectly.

'What? No! Of course they can’t do that!’ He nodded his head at you and smiled, but his smile quickly disapeared and was replaced by his frown, his hand resting on his hip. You sat down on the sofa and pulled your legs up, crossing them. 'Because I put that spell on and they better not mess with anyone’s life just to prove that they can after all, beat me at everything. They can’t.’

Who was he talking about? You thought to yourself, your brows furrowing in confussion. You reached to the coffee table in front of you and picked up one of the books.

'If they want my help, they should just ask, I don’t bite. Well, actually, sometimes I do.’ He laughed at his own joke, making you roll your eyes and hope that he didn’t see that. You burried your nose deep into the book and completely shut yourself out of whatever Kai was rambling about. 'Of course, like tha-that’s possible.’ He stuttered when he saw what you were wearing. He plopped himself down on the couch and let out a deep sigh as he adjusted his pants and himself on the couch, trying to focus on the phone call. You have completely dozed off but you snaped out off your mind and your book when you felt a familiar feeling on your skin. You shot a glance towards Kai and saw his index finger moving around. The way he kept circling his finger in the air was exactly what you felt on your skin.

He’s using magic. Again.

He kept going higher, an invisible finger gently tracing your bare thigh, shivers rolling down your spine. You knew exactly what he was doing, but you didn’t know why. That was until you figured out what you were wearing.

Fuck!’ You cussed under your breath and prepared yourself to get up only to be pushed down again by his magic. His index finger swayed from side to side, gesturing a simple no.

'Yes, that’s exactly what we want to do.’ He kept talking while his invisible finger traced your bare skin again, but this time it didn’t stop at your thigh. He traced it all the way to your wet core, circling around the wet patch on your black panties, making your arousal drip even more before he slipped his finger inside you, stretching you out like always. You dropped your head back on the pillows behind you and parted your mouth, all the words that you read in such a short period of time, completely vanishing from your mind. Kai’s words quickly turned into a simple background mumbling as your senses completely went numb. It had never occured to you that magic could be used in that way, but when you met Kai, you had a chance to learn a lot of new things, things you never knew existed, including pleasuring someone with magic. As much as he loved using it in the bedroom and around the house, he never stopped there. There were times when he used magic on you when you were sitting in the booth at Mystic Grill. His eyes bored into yours while he was getting you closer to your release as seconds passed, watching how you struggled to keep your moans quiet or inside your body, fighting to scream out. A familiar smirk has always adorned his face and he knew that once you and him get home, he would have his way with you, fucking you into the mattress like there was no tomorrow.

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt him adding another finger, grazing against your walls and making scissor motion to stretch you out. Your juices covered his fingers completely, your walls embracing them so naturally, like they belonged inside you. You shot a glance towards him and saw him shaking his head no, meaning you had to be quiet. You hated him for it but you were also eager to reach your orgasm as you felt the pleasure slowly gathering up in your body. You spread your legs apart, giving Kai a perfect view on your laced panties, and threw your head back again.

'Just a second-’ he murmured and pressed his phone to his chest, his finger still moving, matching the actions that you felt inside your body. He slowly pulled himself off the couch and walked towards you as he leaned down and pressed his lips on your ear, his fingers circling at a slow pace inside you. 'You have to be quiet, unless you want someone to hear your perfect little moans.’ His words traveled all the way down to your heat, making your walls contract again and a quiet moan to escape your mouth. 'Every time you let out a moan, I will add it to the scale of how hard I’m gonna fuck you later.’ He pulled back and looked at you, a big grin plastered on his face. He was proud of himself because he knew what those words did to you and how turned on you were at that moment. He loved torturing you with his words and how his invisible fingers kept pleasuring you without losing their perfect rhythm, drove you completely crazy. You watched him plopping himself back on the couch and putting the phone to his ear to continue his conversation. Unbelievable, you thought to yourself and sank your teeth hard into your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from screaming out loud but once your legs started shaking and your orgasm tearing through your body, a loud moan escaped your plump lips. Kai’s lips curled up into a smile as he lifted his index finger up, gesturing a number one on a scale. You were a complete mess, your heart beating so fast that you had a feeling that it would jump out of your chest and into your lap, your legs feeling like jello, shivers rolling dwn your spine. You let out a big sigh, feeling relaxed when you felt Kai’s invisible fingers leaving your body, only to be pushed inside you again just a few seconds later.

'Kai..’ you whispered and watched him how he shifted in his seat and adjusted his zipper and his pants, his prominent erection visible through his black pants. After a few moments he stopped moving them, but they were still inside you, your tight walls wrapped around them and your eyes locked on Kai who was still on his phone. You wanted to get up and jump on his lap, take his phone out of his hand and beg him to fuck you right there but it was impossible to get up. It was as if someone had glued your body to the sofa, your arms the only parts of your body that were free to move.

'Tomorrow. I’m going to be pretty busy today.’ He trailed off and smiled, making sure that you understood what he meant by that. His fingers slowly started moving inside you again, but instead of circling them around, he started pumping them in and out of you, his knuckle brushing on your clit, making a loud moan escape your mouth. He lifted his index finger and then his middle one, again gesturing a number two on a scale. The air almost left your lungs causing your breath to hitch and your teeth sink hard into your bottom lip. You pushed your nails into the sofa, hoping there won’t be any holes because of your hard action. Kai looked like he was utterly fine with seeing you like that, falling apart under his magic, fighting to hold back your moans, but besides a very obvious bulge in his pants, his breathing had also turned faster and shallow, his leg bouncing up and down which you knew he only did when he was nervous and really turned on. You smirked at him, his brows furrowing in confussion, clearly lost as to why you smirked at him while his fingers were destroying you into pieces. You dropped your head back and closed your eyes as your second orgasm slowly tore through your body, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

You could still feel his fingers inside you, but they weren’t moving. They stayed inside your heat, your juices slowly dripping down on Kai’s shirt, your hands covering your face when you felt a slight pressure on your clit. He was going for a third orgasm. Your legs were numb and if you even tried to stand up, you would end up collapsing on the soft carpet. You felt tears burning in your eyes because of too much pleasure and because it was so hard to take it but it was always like that with Kai. He never stopped at one orgasm. He would push you to the edge over and over until you were a screaming mess underneath his touch. The pressure on your clit was getting a bit firmer, a feeling of someone pinching it made you scream out, but you quickly covered your mouth, not because of the person Kai was talking to on the phone, but because you knew what Kai would do to you once he’s finished. Your eyes fell down to his clothed crotch, his bulge looking bigger than before. He was dying to unbutton his pants and take his cock out only to burry it deep inside you and show you that you’re his only and that you really shouldn’t tease him with your lace panties. You slowly started feeling your third high coming closer, a few white stars flashing before your eyes.

'See you tomorrow then.’ The raspiness in his voice turned you on even more. He hung up and placed his phone on the coffee table, his eyes finally finding yours. 'How close are you?’ He asked quietly, a loud moan escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. Dammit. He did it on purpose, knowing that you won’t be able to keep your moans inside your body as he showed a number three with his fingers. Another orgasm tore through your body, your breath hitching in your throat and your toes curling in pleasure, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You finally felt the magic leaving your body, your whole being feeling as if you were melting on the sofa and slowly sliding down to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Kai’s face that was unbelievably close to you, his blue eyes a shade darker, filled with lust and desire. He chuckled under his breath and wrapped your arms around your body as he picked you up and carried you towards the couch. He placed you down slowly, your back resting against big pillows.

'What did I say about wearing lace when I’m working?’ His voice sounded so sexy, so desirable and even though you knew the answer to that question, you couldn’t get yourself to utter out a few simple words. 'Nothing?’

'Please, Kai.’ It sounded like you were holding back your tears, frustration and exhaustion colliding through you, your body in need of Kai’s incredible sex. He placed his finger on his lips and made a shhh sound, his eyes closing for a second.

'We said, no wearing those babies when I’m working. It’s distracting and it’s making me hard, so damn hard.’ He cupped his crotch, your eyes following his hand and watching his actions. In a split second, he pushed your legs apart and tugged at the shirt you were wearing, ripping it off in one swift move.

'That was my favourite one.’

'You know what’s my favourite thing? This right here.’ He placed his finger on your heat, some of your juices transferring from your panties onto his fingertips. 'So damn wet and all because of me.’ He quickly leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your crotch before he ripped them into pieces, your glorious naked body all exposed to him. 'Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?’ He trailed his fingers through your folds. 'Do you want me to eat you out and then fuck you slowly or do you want me to fuck you now, but roughly and so damn deeply?’ You groaned out at his words as they traveled all the way to the place you needed him the most.

'Fuck me now!’ It was more of a shout than a quiet answer and he wasted no time in taking all of his clothes off, ripping his boxers into pieces and letting his thick and long cock spring free, a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip.

'As you wish.’ He spread your legs even more apart and knelt down, his cock perfectly alligned with your entrance. He slammed himself into you roughly, a scream that escaped your mouth echoing through the living room. Without any hesitation, he thrusted deep, rough and fast, your breath hitching with his every rough thrust. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he started jamming your hips onto his. He was being rough with you as he was a couple of times before. It felt so good to have him inside you, to feel him stretch you out so perfectly and to fill you up over and over again.

'I can’t get enough of you. How?’ He whispered and suddenly picked you up as he was careful to stay burried inside you while he laid you on the couch and got on top of you, your leg resting on his hip. 'You feel so damn good wrapped around me.’ He burried his face into the crook of your neck while his hips kept thrusting roughly into you, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. 'This is where I want to be. Burried so deep inside you.’ He whispered in your ear and tugged at your earlobe with his teeth gently, your back arching at a sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach.

'I can’t-’

'Yes you can. Do it for me, let yourself go, baby.’ He groaned out and only a few thrusts were needed for you to fall apart underneath him, you walls embracing his thick shaft like it was made to be there. His cock kept slamming relentlessly into you as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you with no mercy, a stinging feeling finding it’s place between your legs. A single tear rolled down your cheek and your nails dug deeply into Kai’s back, his blood finding it’s way to the surface. Only one more clench of your walls was needed for Kai’s orgasm to be triggered, his warm liquid spilling inside your heat, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you as he propped himself up on his elbows, his face only an inch from your face.

'Fuck.’ He uttered out, a sudden laugh from both of you echoing through the living room.

'I know.’ He pulled himself out, your body flinching up a little bit.

'Does it hurt?’ It was as if it was a completely different person. Just a minute ago he was a sex god, penetrating you like there was no tomorrow and now, he was a sweet human being, concerned about your well being.

'Just a little bit, but I can take it.’ You rolled on top of him, your legs on each side of his waist.

'No sex for you for at least five days.’

'Yeah…’ you rolled off him and grabbed a blanket that was on the couch, wrapping it around your naked body. 'Good luck with that.’ His eyes widened and his brows furrowed in confussion.

'You think I can’t go five days without sex?’

'I know you can’t.’ He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your back.

'Watch me.’ He said confidently as a smirk grew bigger on your face. You pulled yourself out off his grip and jumped down on the floor, a blanket falling down at your feet.

'No. You watch me.’ You pointed at him and then at you before you tripped over your own feet, still feeling a little weak and started walking away from him slowly, your naked body fully exposed to him. 'I will walk around the house naked from now on.’ You turned your head just enough for your eyes to catch a glimpse of him.

'Fuck, you’re so sexy!’ You screamed when you saw him jumping over the couch, wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. 'There are some other things we can do for fun.’ He winked at you, a quiet chuckle escaping your body as he carried you into the room you and him shared, not planning on leaving the house for the rest of the day.

anonymous asked:

Could you write about Niall and his inexperienced gf please? That would be so cute how he'd care for her

can u write a blurb or something where u catch niall wanking off and ur kinda dissapointed cause ya know u werent doing anything, he couldve just asked you… and he can tell ur a bit sad about it?? thanku!!

I joined these two.  Enjoy

I liked to surprise Niall sometimes.  Even though I knew he hated surprises, he tolerated it from me.  Mostly because - in his words - “Ya look so goddamn cute about it.”  I tried to quell my need to surprise him to just once a week, because I wasn’t a total asshole.  When your hot, famous, incredibly kind boyfriend asks you politely to cool it with the surprises, you do it.  

But this week was special.  Niall was finally home from tour and I had graduated college three days ago.  No more date interruptions because I had to be home to study for a test.  No more scheduling dates around my class schedule.  No more having to leave the safe, warm, soft embrace of his capable arms because I had to finish a paper.

It was done.  

So my first surprise that week had been when he got home from tour.  I excitedly decorated his house with some of his friends and threw him an impromptu welcome home party.  He tried to act angry about it, said something about being exhausted, but I knew he wasn’t really mad.  Especially when he wound his arm around my waist and turned his lips to press to my temple,

“Look so pretty, Angel.”  He whispered, sending shivers down my spine all the way to the tips of my pink nail polish covered toenails.

I spent the night that night, slightly disappointed that he didn’t try anything the entire night.  He simply laid down, wrapped his arms around my waist and cuddled into my back.  He sputtered out a mumbly “G’night, Love.” and was softly sawing Z’s in seconds.

See, I’m a virgin.

A big one.

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Growth is such a strange process. You lose things that you thought you’d be broken without, watch them drift away without regret and actually feel lighter and clearer for it, all while gaining things you never knew existed, watching the invisible, the unimaginable, become a concrete and tangible part of your being.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Molly would like Skeletons in the Closet, the Los Angeles Coroner's gift shop?

I had no idea what you were referring to but I have since looked it up and I can now definitely say that yes I bet Molly would love that! And heck, so would Sherlock! I’ll include the link below for anyone else who’s in the dark about this place. And the best way to see all the items they sell is to go to the bottom of the page (on mobile at least) and click “product index.” Then you can click on any of the items listed and see the picture. There’s so much stuff and I didn’t have time to look at a lot, but I’m pretty sure Molly would have the body outline cutting board in her fab kitchen hehe! I think she and Sherlock would have a fun time in there after finishing up solving a case in LA, which naturally turns into a bit of a vacation as well. ❤️

http://lacoroner.com/

I Can’t Go On If You’re Not Here

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Length: 2k

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

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You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for. 

You didn’t choose to be friends with Jeongguk, we just became friends. We met when we were young. He was a new freshmen in college and very active. You were the quiet girl who just wanted her degree in business so you could finally escape from my parents who constantly breathed down your neck. You had friends but none of them compared to Jeongguk. You became friends when the teacher had decided to partner you two up for a project.

“Hey, I’m Jeongguk”.

Those words will forever haunt you to the fact that you can never have him. He will always be the boy that you loved so deeply but could never have. Jeongguk was the light of your life, simple enough. He brought you favorite popcorn when you was feeling down, when you was on your periods,he would become the most patient man on earth.

He never complained when you would talk for hours on hours about the cute guys in your accounting class. He would smile at you and pat you on the head and say,

“You’re too good for them anyways. You’re too smart for them, all they understand is how to crunch numbers. You are both naturally blessed with looks and intelligence”

You would always blush at his compliments. People would call him awkward and silent with no emotion. He would compliment you with the straightest face. People didn’t know how to respond to him because they thought he was making fun of them. It was just that Jeongguk meant every word he said. He wanted you to know that he was honest and truthful.

Jeongguk never realized what you had felt for him. It wasn’t his fault. You never confessed to him because you didn’t think it was worth it. You had some boyfriends here and there, but none of them were serious because you were forever waiting on him. He didn’t know, he just thought you didn’t really love anyone of them. It wasn’t until your senior year of college where you finally gathered up the courage to admit to him what you have been feeling for the past four years.

“Hey, where were you at the party?” Jeongguk slid into the seat besides you in the library, He was decked out in his signature black stussy sweatshirt with some skinny jeans that seemed to make him ten times more attractive. He started to stroke your hair. Jeongguk had a thing with hair. Yours was mid length and dyed a soft light brown, you kept it soft for him. Because he liked it.

“I didn’t go. Jongsuk didn’t want to go so I stayed back with him to help him study” You turned towards him, away from your economics textbooks and placed your head in your hands.

“Ah, always helping the new student. You are just too nice Y/N,” Jeongguk quirked his head and smiled at you. He was just too cute. It was the time in between your classes. You were about to graduate, just one more semester to go and you were finally done with the education system.  

“Nah, I’m not nice. I just felt pity for him because he didn’t know what we did in class”

Jeongguk started to pick at your pens and pencils, “You should have gone to the party. It was so much more exciting but some new incoming freshmen came and crashed it. But the best thing about it is I met someone.”

“You met a girl? Who? It’s been a while.”

You tried to mask the look of surprise on your face. Jeongguk hasn’t dated any girls in a while. He had dated a girl named Wendy a while back ago but he broke up with her because he didn’t think they had fit together. Jeongguk was a true romantic, he loved to hold hands and spend hours reading at a cafe with his girlfriend. That’s what you loved about him, he loved the simple things. He had said Wendy was an amazing girl but he just didn’t think they were good together. When he was dating Wendy, you had to deal with in love Jeongguk, he was gone.

When Jeongguk had a new girlfriend, he would disappear from your life. He would put all his attention and love into the new girl and it would be like you never existed.He wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, he just wanted to spend time with girlfriend. This really hurt you. You felt like you were a throwaway, only needed when he was free of a romantic partner. People knew you guys were best friends, they knew that you guys had perfect chemistry. They didn’t understand why Jeongguk didn’t make a move. Many guys have tried but you wanted to wait for him. You had boyfriends but they never made it to your heart. You dabbled in romance when Jeongguk had a new girlfriend. You felt lonely and wanted some attention, the attention that Jeongguk was not giving you.

Jeongguk had a little smile on his face and he shyly looked down, “She’s a sophomore. She loves to dance and she’s really talented at the violin. I met her at the party and we just hit it off. I think I really like her. I know we just met but I feel like we connect so well.” He had the starry look in his eyes, the kind he gets when he talks about Overwatch and Justin Bieber.

You stopped fiddling with your pen and looked at him, “Wow, I guess it’s time for you to move onto the next girl. What happened to your promise of waiting till you graduated?” You tried to mask the hurt in your voice. Jeongguk had a real chance of falling in love with someone that wasn’t you.

“I was, but man Jennie is a work of art. I never met anyone like her, she brings out sides of me that I never knew existed. We had talked about random things but it was the most interesting conversation I ever had. She’s so beautiful,”Jeongguk swiveled in his chair, his body opposite of what it should have been if he was sitting. He leaned back against the desk, and brushed his hand through his hair. His hair was a startling black color. He never dyed it because he thought that it would make him seem more like a girl.

You knew who Jennie was. She was a transfer student from Gwangju. You guys had some mutual friends, you never formally met her. It was an understatement to say that she was an amazing and one of a kind. Jennie made guy friends after guy friends, she never dated anyone since she had transferred this year. She was an up and coming dancer in our dance team. Hoseok, the dance captain and your closest friend after Jeongguk and Jisoo, had complimented her on her fluidity and techniques.  He had also said that she was pretty but not his type. Hoseok had a specific type, he liked the smart and caring ones. It wasn’t that Jennie wasn’t smart or caring, it was because he thought that Jennie was a little superficial. Apparently Jeongguk didn’t think the same.

“Oh. Good for you” You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was slowly tearing at itself. Why couldn’t Jeongguk look at you and think of you like he did with Jennie? What made you so unappealing to him. You guys have been friends for four years, and never did he once show a sign that he was attractive to you in the point of more than friends. You would flirt with him but he would just smile at you and go back to what he was doing. It wasn’t like you didn’t try. You didn’t know how to approach him with the topic that you wanted to be more than friends.

Jeongguk turned his head towards you, “It isn’t great? I’m taking her out on a date later. I need advice on what to wear. So get out of the library and let’s get back to the apartment and plan what to wear.” It was also quaint that you guys were roommates because you wanted to get out of the dorms and finally get a place of your own but you were too poor to afford it yourself.

You found yourself being dragged out of the library, his hands linked in between yours, with your things haphazardly shoved into your open tote bag and onto the streets. Jeongguk happily took the lead to the short walk to your apartment complex. He seemed to be bouncing on the soles of his feet. His hands still linked with yours. It was normal for you two to hold hands. He had started this habit because you always got lost in crowds when you guys hit Myeongdong for shopping. You felt like he does it now because he liked to torture you with a little sliver of a romantic relationship with him.

“Hurry up, the date starts in an hour”, Jeongguk basically shoved you up the stairs in barely contained excitement and into his room. You didn’t want to help him with his date. In fact you wanted to give him a reason to cancel the date, you. But he would never do that because he didn’t like you. You had to be his friend and just his friend.

He started to pilfer through his closest that was ironically filled with white t shirts.

“I guess I would go with casual but a little dressed up,” you pushed him aside because he was actually hopeless. Your chest hurt every time you touched the clothes hangers that held his clothes. You chose a white button down with a mandarin collar with some jeans. He would look great. This was going to be a long night of you eating ice cream and watching some movies to pass the empty time. Why does Jennie have to exist?

“You are the Sun to my Earth. Thank you so much. This is why I still need my mother and you, of course.” Jeongguk quickly grabbed his clothes and rushed into the conjoining bathroom.

You plop down on his bed. His room wasn’t especially big but it wasn’t small. You had an identical room, with connected bathrooms. You looked up onto the ceiling and saw stars. Jeongguk always love what stars represented. To him, stars represented hope and ambition. He saw them as the push to his success.

Jeongguk slammed the door open, all dressed in his outfit ready for his date, “Is this alright?” as he fixed his collar. He looked so handsome and so Jennie’s.

You motioned for him to come over to the bed and you sat up. He stood right in front of you, still fixing his clothes. You laughed at him, he had skipped a button,

“Aish you dummy, you missed a button, no one it looks weird,” You went in to fix it, your nimble fingers skipped over the soft material. It would be so nice to just push him onto the bed and snuggle. He stared down at you as you slowly fixed his error. You looked up at him, into his starry eyes. He sent you a smile and continued to stare.

The tension in the room began to heat up. Your eyes seem to drill holes in one others. Your fingers stopped it’s administrations. You opened your mouth to say something.  

Four Years After ~ Chapter Three

Not requested

Genre: Angst // Romance

Member: Park Chanyeol

Summary: (of this series) Four years after your breakup with Chanyeol, you are forced into collaborating with him on a song for publicity. From fan signings together, to song-writing together, you both eventually have to sing together in public. But what happens along the way of this song-making process between two exes?

Summary: (of this chapter) Okay. It’s been forever since chapter two. But chapter three is here now! Chanyeol does some questionable actions and says some questionable statements.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter four}



He looks into your eyes again and you can see something shift in the way he looks at you.

It’s not love.

It’s not regret.

It’s not hatred.

It’s longing.

“Since the song is practically based on us…” he says. “And you want a merry ending. Let’s have a merry ending.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, curious.

If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t hear what he says next.

“Let’s continue our love story then. And let’s end it with something happy. Me and you.”


What kind of shit just came out of his mouth?

Why did Chanyeol just say he wanted to continue his love story with you?

And what was the point of saying that?

Because if he knew you, he’d definitely know that you would say no, especially by the way you’re looking at him right now.

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Made To Love You

I liked this one, bc like, ya know, angsty shit is my stuff and it’s somewhat bittersweet….Watcha mean it’s mostly bitter than sweet?

Anyways, soulmate au Klance where ….welp, find out, but fyi, someone is dead and for once it’s not Lance.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.


Lance’s soft quiet steps are loud enough to echo around him, the cemetery silent as ever.

His fingers brush the surface of some tombstones, his eyes scanning every single name on them. He takes his time as he feels his heart hard beating against his chest and it only increases when he realizes he’s at the end of the row.

He sighs before moving down the hill, feet at the start of a new row of tombstones. He walks, calmly and controlled despite the raging storm inside him.

It’s the second before the last one when Lance stops short. He reads and re-reads the words on the specific tombstone and feels a sharp tug inside him at the name. The name that means nothing to him but in another lifetime it would have mean everything.

‘Keith Kogane’

His fingers leave the tombstone, as if it had burnt him. He rubs the top of his right hand unconsciously, his white soulmark just as dull as the first day it turned.

“I didn’t even meet you.” Lance mumbles, eyes burning for an unknown reason. It’s almost as if his heart and soul remembers but his mind can’t comprehend these wild emotions inside him, “I didn’t … We never got a chance…”

He trails off, fingers hovering hesitantly over the tombstone before he drops to the ground on his knees and stares in distress at the cold stone in front of him. He presses his palm against it, his soulmark glaring back at him. Lance almost wishes it could glow like it should have. He wishes he could have met Keith before and learn what their color was once they touched.

Maybe it could have been green, or maybe a soft pink. Lance hums, head running with all the possible options before he looks up and sees the soft purple sight provided by the crack of dawn. His heart jumps, his soulmark stays white but Lance knows.

“Purple, huh.” He whispers, keeping his voice low, fully knowing he was the only one around. “Oddly fitting, somehow.”

He stays quiet after that, not sure what to say. He never met Keith. He never was aware of his existence. The only thing he knew about him is that he was his soulmate. His soulmate who died before their time. His soulmate who turned his soulmark from deep red to a pale white, strongly contrasting his tanned skin.

Lance remembers the sharp pain he got when he realized. He wonders if Keith had felt the same before he died. Maybe he didn’t, maybe he just apologized to his unknown soulmate in his head before his heart stopped. Maybe he felt as Lance feels now, broken, sad with an aching heart filled with lost opportunities of love.

“If I was made to love you,” Lance whispers, “Then how could you bring me pain?”

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So the guy who wrote the song from Portal’s end credits did a version with Sara Quin on vocals, apparently back in 2011, and I somehow never knew it existed. Obviously it’s pretty much my favorite thing ever.

Dudley’s Little Girl

Daisy Dursley at in the back of the family car, her hands wrapped tightly around the piece of paper that told her she had been chosen to attend Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Her mind was racing with the words Professor McGongall had said to her.

   “Your a witch, just like you Aunt Lilly. You will be attending the finest school of witch craft their is.” Those words, the look on her father’s face, how her grandparents had reacted, it was enough to scare the young girl to the point she wanted nothing more than to pretend it had all been nothing more than a bad dream. Yet here she was, heading to meet an cousin she never knew existed to talk about how she would get the things she needed for her magical study.

  “Dad who is this Harry person and why are you talking me to him.” She asked, her voice breaking the heavy silence that had fallen around the small family. From the drivers seat, her father sent her a reassuring smile from the review mirror.

  “He’s my cousin, he use to live with me and your grandparents. He got accepted to Hogwarts when he was your age too. He will know what you need and how to get it. I heard his kids are going to Hogwarts too, maybe you can make friends with your cousins, while I talk to their father.”

 “Grandpa said..”

   “Don’t listen to your grandfather, he is very set in his ways and not open to anything he can’t understand. The way he, we all, treated Harry is something that haunts me to his day. I feel awful about how I treated him and how I let my parents. I feel awful about it all.”

  “Is that why he said I was a freak when you and mummy went to get the car?” She asked, frowning when her father cursed, muttering curses under his breath.

   “That would be why and you are not a freak. You are a wonderful girl, with amazing potential.” Dudley answered, reaching behind him to pat her knee. “I think it might be best if we don’t speak to them for a while, at least until they realize that they will not treat you the way they did Harry. I won’t stand for it.” Daisy smiled, leaning back against the seat and allowing her head to rest against the window. Dudley looked at her from the review mirror again, smiling as his daughter placed her headphones in, listening to whatever music she listened. Though he tried hard, real hard, he couldn’t grasp the type of music she was listening to, or the band for that matter. 5 Seconds of All Time Low or something like that. Whenever he brings it up, she just giggles and corrects him.

  He smiled once again at his daughter before returning his eyes to the road, his panic setting in once again. The last time he saw Harry he was being risked away because Voldemort, he made himself learn the name, and things were tense. They were all sure they would never see each again and that the past would be left in the past. Now he was on his way to see Harry, after begging the lady that came to talk to them about Daisy for his address, he was finally going to face his cousin again. He was going to see Harry and talk about what use to be a taboo topic.



 

      As Dudley pulled up to Harry’s home, he suddenly felt sick from nerves. Behind him Daisy was squealing with delight about the cat running around outside. She was still giggling happily as he put the car in park and threw the door open, stepping out of the car and slamming it behind him.

  “Are you ready Daisy?” He asked, looking over his shoulder to find his daughter smoothing the front of her baby blue dress, she had insisted on wearing it, claimed it would be good luck. He smiled at her, moving in front of the car and reaching out for her hand. She giggled and placed her hand in his, holding her letter tight to her chest.

  “Will they like me daddy?” Dudley chuckled and smiled down at the eleven year old that held his heart, and reached over with his free hand and brushed her hair out of her face.

  “They’ll love you, it’s me who needs to worry.”

  “They’ll love you too, don’t worry.” Daisy said firmly, staring at him as if she had no doubt in her mind that the Potter family would love him. It was the confident look in her eyes, eyes so much like his own, made him certain that she was right.

  “It’s time to find out.” He breathed out, smiling at her before reaching up to knock on the large oak door. He only had enough time to glance down at his daughter before the door swung open, revealing a little girl with bright red hair.

  “Daddy someone is here!” She sang out before running off, two boys a few years older, running after her. They both spared Dudley and his daughter a glance before running up a staircase. From the next room, Dudley could hear Harry chuckle fondly, muttering something to someone before walking into the foyer, his eyes growing wide at the sight of Dudley.

   “I know I should have called, but Daisy, she got her letter to Hogwarts and well, I don’t know anything about her world, your world. I need your help.” Dudley said at once, watching as the shock on Harry’s face turn to understanding.

   “It can be scary, there is a lot to learn. Come in, we can talk and Daisy can meet her cousins.” As if on cue, the little red headed girl came running back in, her eyes growing wide as she took in Daisy.

   “Would you like to play with me? I have an extra toy broomstick you can ride. It’s fine if you chase the cat with it, though mummy says I shouldn’t.” The girl said all at once, so fast that Dudley could barley understand what she was saying. Daisy and Harry however seemed to have no problem as his daughter shot towards her, squealing happily the whole time. Harry chuckled, yelling at her to slow down for once, but shaking his head when both girls failed to listen.

   “Come in and meet my wife. Ginny, she’s amazing and will probably be more help than I ever could be.” Harry laughed, smiling at him as he lead him inside, waiting until the door was closed behind him. Dudley smiled, kicking off his shoes, though he was unsure that the act would much of a difference, you could tell the house was lived in, one full of fun and laughter. Once he joined Harry, the man lead him into the living room, where a red headed women sat on the couch, a cup of tea in hands. 

   “Harry who is this?” She asked, smiling as she stood up and moved towards him.

   “I’m Dudley, Harry’s cousin.” Dudley replied, reaching out to shake her hand. She paused before shaking his own, her eyes flickering towards Harry.

  “Daisy, his daughter, has been accepted into Hogwarts, he was hoping we could help answer a question or two.” Harry explained, chuckling when Dudley spoke up.

   “More like one or two thousand.” Dudley laughed, smiling at Harry and his wife as they laughed.

   “Well sit down, I will go make us all a cup of tea, let you and Harry catch up for a few minutes before we dive into the questions.” Ginny said warmly, patting Dudley on the shoulder before she left the room. Once she was gone, Harry motioned towards the couch, silently telling him to sit down. Dudley took a deep breath before sitting down, looking around him at all the pictures that were moving, all of them smiling happily.

  “Is it only Daisy?” Harry asked, sitting across from him with a smile.

  “No I have another daughter, a few years young named Amara, She’s a lot like her mother and sister. She shows signs of being a witch too. She can do things, things that I have never seen done before.”

   “Looks like you have some witches on your hands Dud. How did your parents take it?”

   “Mum fainted and dad threw a fit. Told me to take my mistakes and leave and that if my wife and I had any sense about us we would give the girls up.”

  “He sounds horrible, honestly, telling you to give your girls up.” Ginny huffed, shaking her head as she offered him a tray of tea.

  “They are, unlike myself they haven’t changed, they are just as awful as they always have been, more so. I mean before this my parents loved my girls, now they think they are freaks.”

  “Well they aren’t and you have family here. Now lets tackle those questions.” Ginny chuckled, smiling softly as she took a seat beside Harry, his hand instantly resting on her knee.

Dread (Connor Murphy x reader)

Warnings: depression implications/light kissing/hospital mentions

WC: 416

A/N: idk man this is short but i love connor a bunch soo ,, enjoy yo

Dread. That’s the word that Connor always used to describe everything the moment the sunlight would hit his eyes in the morning. The scent of coffee in the morning that would typically perk anyone’s interest instead ruined Connor’s. The mere thought of forming a coherent sentence to say to someone else was beyond draining. He didn’t want it to be this way, and every night before he closed his eyes, he begged, absolutely begged anyone who was possibly listening to change the way he felt every morning. Mornings were supposed to signify a new start, after all.

But morning would come, and Connor would feel just the same.

He wasn’t sad, necessarily, but something was off. He didn’t feel like a whole person. He didn’t feel particularly interesting, or even like he was capable of living a full life. Connor drifted from day to day in some sort of limbo of existence.

There wasn’t a single event, exactly, that Connor could claim as the reason for this feeling. He was able to mark a general time, though, by thinking through his collection of memories from the past year.

You were the first truly good thing that had ever happened to him. He remembered the first day he saw you, during junior year. Every part of him that he had trained to be hard crumbled away, and that surprised him. When you glanced at him, he felt soft for the first time in a long time. When you started to walk towards him, he felt warm. When you sat down next to him, Connor thought that your smile was so radiant that it could melt through ice. It certainly melted any ice in him.

The first time you kissed him, he saw colors. Connor finally understood the expression, “seeing stars,” because he saw things he never knew existed until he kissed you. There wasn’t a moment of time spent in your company when Connor didn’t silently thank anyone listening for you. You were his literal light, his literal sun.

When you got sick, the roles you two played in your relationship seemed to switch, but the love you two shared was still there. The smell of anesthetic and the stark white walls of your room started to harden your edges, but every time Connor came by he melted them back. He was what brought warmth and color into your life again.

That was almost a year ago. Now, when he woke up, all he felt was dread.

where the rain gets in

Pairing: Natan

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1600


Fat raindrops wiped the shine right off of Lucifer’s black leather shoes, and he could have sworn at the churning sky. Naturally the bus would be running behind schedule when he had an important meeting.

The humidity of the impending storm stuck his collar to his neck, and a drop of rain on his nose had his face pinching. A scowl turned his lips downwards, and the gray morning seemed to leech the color from the city.

The oil slick streets could have been a black and white painting as black shoes marched across white crosswalks, their owners a sea of plain umbrellas and suits on their way to work.

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