you make me cackle

ericatheweirdo  asked:

Im so sorry you and @hermajestymanon are getting anon hate. I hope you don't listen to their negativity. Your answers are making me cackle though tbh. I hope they dont make you feel bad or anything. I love both your blogs💖💖

Thank you babe. All it did was put me in a pissy mood until I got some food haha 😘😘

pn7k  asked:

Saaaaaandy lemme get them feels. Hahaha I'm looking forward to what you have next for us. 😁

I actually have the next chunk of the story planned out!! (from now until Viola’s wedding, basicallysurprising, I know, I’m normally so bad at planning and sticking to ideas!! But I’m actually super happy with where the story is going at the moment 💛 And don’t worry!! there will definitely be lots of feels !!! 

Read Part One Here

           Day Nine of Hell came before you knew it.

           Your eyelids were heavy as you stared at the wall of another motel. You were perched at the end of one of the beds, just emptily staring at the wall. Sam had taken a walk to try and clear his head of some of the freaky stuff he was beginning to see.

           Dean was watching you from the other bed, he had the TV on, with the remote at his side. He finally shut the TV off and sat up, hoping you’d react, but you continued to stare at the wall. Your eyes closed and your head began to sag, before you felt someone sit behind you. The feelings were disappearing as you quickly fell into sleep.

           Lucifer whispered into your ear, “Why don’t you get rid of Dean so we can do something fun?” Your head jerked up and your bloodshot eyes widened. Lucifer was resting his head on your shoulder, his cold hands running up and down your arms. Your body was rigid and you straightened your spine, trying to shy away from the Devil.

           Lucifer’s hands grasped your forearms and where he touched began to heat up. Soon, his hands were burning painfully against your skin. You bit the inside of your lip as your eyes watered from the unbearable burns. The smell of burning flesh made bile rise in your throat, and you forced it back down. Lucifer was watching your mouth quiver at the pain he was causing you, but he found no amusement in the torture.

           “Y/N, I’m going to go out and run some errands. Tell Sam I went out, okay?” Dean finally had enough of this silence and stood up, grabbing his jacket and keys. He unlocked the door and didn’t check if you heard him, as he left you alone.

           You elbowed Lucifer in the ribs and he released his grip on you. He rubbed his ribcage. “Ow, Y/N. You don’t have to be so rude.”

           You got to your feet and spun on your heel, jabbing a finger in the Devil’s face. You hissed, “I have every right to be! You were burning me!”

           “Oh, come on, I had to do something to grab your attention.” He said.

           “You could’ve gotten my attention by doing something else!”

           “Like what?”

           You threw your hands up. “I don’t know!” You let your hands drop to your sides.

           Lucifer reached up and grabbed your hand, tugging you onto the bed with him. He purred, “Something like this?” You stiffened when Lucifer’s index finger gently ran along your jaw. He brushed his knuckle against your bottom lip, and he smirked at your response. Your lips parted at his touch and you found yourself yearning for him to touch you again.

           Lucifer leaned forward and you licked your lips, but he bent his head and instead of giving you want you wanted, his mouth barely ghosted over your pulse. Your eyes fluttered and your heart rate sped up at the immense pleasure it brought. He pulled away and you quickly wrapped your fist around the collar of his shirt.

           You shook your head. “You are not going to get away with that, Lucifer.”

           A slow, wicked smile spread across his face and his voice was low as he asked, “And what are you going to do about it, Y/N..?”

           “Unspeakable things.” You whispered, as you both began to drift towards each other.

           You closed your eyes and then his lips met yours. You felt every inch of your skin ignite as soon as his mouth touched your own, and you breathed in his intoxicating scent. His mouth worked against yours and every moment was pure bliss. It made your mind spin and the breath leave you. It made you wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him closer, as you ran your fingers through his hair. His hands gripped your waist and he tugged you into his lap, his mouth latching onto your neck. You were drunk on his touch.

           Then, Lucifer pulled away and he looked up at you. “You know you are going to hell for this, right?”

           You were breathing heavily and smiled. “Then, what are you waiting for?”

           Lucifer let out a low chuckle and pressed his lips against yours.

A/N: I can guarantee the tags are worth reading.

gooseberrybabe  asked:

alright !! either "Come home with me." or "You don't need to protect me." with Hoperai x3

Lightning had lived in the kingdom of Eden for her entire life. Even so, she’d never given much thought to the royal family. Sometimes they’d catch her eye when she passed by a newsstand or caught a headline online, but it pretty much went one eye and out the other

At least, this was so…until the fateful day when she was told she was the heir to the throne.

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A really irritating trope in US TV that I rarely see talked about is when a guy goes out and buys a huge, expensive engagement ring and then something goes wrong-she says no and leaves, she says yes then leaves a week before the wedding, she ends up being a murderer, etc-and he….tosses it. Usually into a body of water.


Like, at least try to hock it so you can pay for the drunken binge you’re going to spend the next couple episodes on.

Related: the times when the dude DOES dive in after to try to find the ring just make me cackle and go SERVES YOU RIGHT.


“Really babe?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I thought you were going to post the picture of us by the beach!”

Sebastian let out a giggle as he shrugged his shoulders. “I was, but I like this a lot more.” He winked. “Baby mama.”

You dramatically rolled your eyes, trying to refrain from smiling. “You’re such a dork.”

He slightly nodded and huffed, as he came up behind you, and placed his hands on to your hips. “But you love me.” He whispered.

Teasingly, you shrugged. “Eh, you’re okay.”

His eye brows widened, and his lips curving. “Oh really?!” Before you had time to respond, he pressed quick kisses to your neck, making you belt out into laughter.

And in that very moment, you were both filled with nothing but pure bliss.

“Get off me, weirdo!” You cackled. “You’re going to make me pee my pants!”

“Then-” he kissed you again. “Apologize.”

“Okay, fine!” You exclaimed. “I-im sorry!”

Sebastian chuckled, and walked back to the couch, his eyes on you. “That’s what I thought.” He smirked.

“You’re such a baby.”

“But I’m your baby.”


Gary Neville shares a laugh (or keeps it mostly for himself) with the England squad.