#autredite

❛❛      you’re  not  going  to  get  caught.      i’ll  have  you  home  before  your  dad  even  notices  you’re  gone.       ❜❜        an  undertone  of  insincere  reassurance  fills  the  minimal  space  between  the  two,     leather - clad  frame  leaning  over  center  console  to  rest  callous  palm  on  her  thigh,     wolfish  grin   offered  as  a  means  of  false   comfort.       ❛❛       don’t  worry,    baby.      i’ll  take  care  of  you.      ❜❜      

❛    come  on,      just  another  half  hour,    ❜        she  pleads  breathlessly,      the  soccer  ball  kicked  between  her  feet  as  she  and  liam  occupy  the  soccer  field  late  at   night.      she’s  always  been  determined   ——     but  given  everything   they  had  been  through,      she  hadn’t  spent  much  time  focusing  on  her  athletics.         ❛    did  you  know  i  was  the  youngest  player  to  make  varsity?       as  a  freshman,     liam.      people  expect  big  things  from  me,      and  i’ve  BARELY  been  able  to  even  look  at  a  soccer  ball  this  semester.      we’re  going  to  be  upperclassmen  next  year.       i  have  to  be  at  my  best.   ❜        her  feet  stop,      and  she  looks  back  up  at  him,       a  small  smile  painting  her  lips.         ❛    ——    please?      i’ll  make  it  up   to  you.  ❜

angel

i hope the baby is alright : ((( if anything it might just be irritated, make the pup lay down and rest it and i’m sure they’ll be alright in the morning!

lucifer laughs in the corner. it’s a schoolgirl’s giggle, obscene in its levity; he mocks sam’s pain as he grimaces against the pulsating throb of his migraine. the effort to ignore him is almost too great -- and when yet another hallucination walks into the room, he nearly shouts, agony creaking in his ribs.

but this one is impossible to ignore.

❛ no -- no. you aren’t here. you’re dead. jess, don’t do this to me, please. ❜

crisp hair slips beneath the cuffs of his jacket,   nipping at the skin tucked beneath a layer of fabric,   one hand holding a pink carnation while another is stuffed in his pocket,   revealing in warmth.   the longer he stayed on this planet,   the more he was convinced that it got colder every century as winter approached.    pale optics gazed down at his watch carefully,   taking note of the time.   two ‘til six p.m.   he was arriving on time,   precisely where they said they would meet before they had parted ways a few nights before.   a knot suddenly rose in his stomach when he saw her across the street   &   he brought himself to a complete halt.   DON’T DO SOMETHING STUPID.   (   you’re there.   you’re there.   )   the writhing in his gut was unfamiliar.   it felt as though it all twisted   &   pulled at him like he was nothing but taffy;   goop;   stretched beyond his limits   &   brought back only to start the process over again.   although a part of him,   a more sentiment part of him,   felt as though it wanted to flutter rather than flee.   ever since he lost emma,   john had been particular about who he had let into his life.   this would be the first time since her death that he allowed himself to even consider the possibility of having more,   of trying again.   though every part of him that tried to make any sense of this decision screamed “no! don’t do it!”,   john felt it was best to listen anymore.   for reasons unknown to him,   he found it easy to trust her;   to open up about more   &   be him.   something about her felt different.

hands curl into fists;   nails sink into chilly,   rose tinted palms.   (   you’re there.   he didn’t think you would come.   a part of him hoped you wouldn’t come.   )   a smile lifts the corners of his mouth when he finds the courage to move forward,   carrying himself across the street.   you made it.   he stops for a moment once he’s reached her,   lingers,   he doesn’t know what for,   but he does.   god,   it had only been a day   &   already he found himself counting off   &   searching for the things he missed about her.   finally,   a switch flips   &   the flower is offered.   ❝   uh   ...   there’s a flower cart just around the corner from my place and i couldn’t resist.   i didn’t know what you liked,   but carnations were highly recommended.   so,   this is for you.   ❞   forgive him if he’s a tad rusty,   being out of the game for 80+ years does a damage not a lot of people can fix.