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Me when my beautiful, darling, little vampire David dies

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This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.

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(Y/N and Dean stare out of the motel window)

Sam: What’re you guys doing?

Dean: TV doesn’t work.

Y/N: So, we’re watching the couple in the car park break up.

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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

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Dean: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Y/N’*

Sam: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

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“dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

girl, what home

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I Hate You And I Love You Part 2

A/N: I left the ending up to the reader. There will not be a part three! :)

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I turned to see Lucifer leaning against the counter behind me. 

“Lucifer.” I breathed out, “Where have you been?” I questioned, never taking my eyes off the blue-eyed devil. 

“That my dear, doesn’t matter.” He began, making his way over to me, reaching up he placed his hands on cheeks and he stared lovingly at me. “What matters is that I’m here now.” I looked at his face intently, looking for any sort of tell that he feels some remorse for what he’s done but instead he speaks up, breaking me from my thoughts. “What’s the matter my pet?” Breaking away from his grasp, I moved away from him, putting space between us before speaking up. 

“Lucifer, where have you been?” His brows furrowed in annoyance at my  question. 

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve never cared before when I’ve disappeared before, so why the sudden interest now?” I stared at him in anger. 

“Because usually when you disappear, you don’t go out and knock up another woman unless this isn’t your first nephilim?” I spoke with venom lacing my tone. In the distance I could hear a door close signaling that the boys had arrived home. Lucifer stared at me before beginning to chuckle until he was bent over in laughter. At that moment, Dean, Sam, and Cas had walked in with a young boy following closely behind. 

“Is that what has your panties in a twist? That I possessed some politician type dude and knocked up his secretary? Honestly, (Y/N).” Before I could respond, Castiel spoke up. 

“Lucifer, you have a lot of nerve showing up here.” Rolling his eyes, Lucifer turned to face Cas. 

“Really? What made you think I’d stay away fr-” Stopping mid-sentence, he looked past Cas and stared at the young boy. “Well, I see you found my offspring.” I turned my head to stare at the boy, he looked like he was about sixteen or seventeen. 

How is that possible? I mean I’ve read a little bit about and I had seen that they age rather quickly, but I didn’t realize it was this quickly. 

“This is the nephilim? You brought him here?” I snapped looking between Sam and Dean. 

“We were going to talk to you about it, but we heard the commotion so we rushed in.” Sam said sympathetically. Before I could respond, Lucifer spoke up. 

“Well, (Y/N). He’s all grown up and can take care of himself, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Now, come on, I’ve missed you.” Lucifer said with a smirk, making his way towards me. In the corner of my eye, I noticed the angel blade laid on the counter. Without a second thought, I picked it up and held it up to Lucifer. Glancing down at the blade and then back at me, Lucifer kept his smirk. “And what do you think you’re going to do with that?” I could hear the smugness in his voice as he spoke.

“You think just because he’s all grown up that any of this is okay?” I exclaimed, moving towards him until the blade was pressing against his chest. “Lucifer, you’re trying to start an apocalypse that will kill everyone… Including me.” I whispered the last part as I stared at him with pleading eyes. Lucifer's eyes softened as he spoke. 

“Oh my little pet, you will be fine. You will be my queen and rule by my side. No harm will come to you.” 

“I’m sorry Luci, but I can’t let you go through with this.” I reached my arm back and went to plunge the blade into him when I felt a piercing pain in my lower stomach. 

“(Y/N)!” I heard Dean shout but it sounded like he was miles away, breaking eye contact with Lucifer. I looked down to see that the blade hadn’t touched him but rather it was impaling me. I followed the hand that held the blade to see it belonged to Lucifer himself. 

“Lu-Luci.” I coughed out before falling to the ground, I stared back up at him to see a single tear stream down his face before completely vanishing. The sound of the angel blade hitting the ground is the only thing I can focus on, as Dean, Sam, and Cas rush over to me. 

“Cas, you got to help her!” I heard Dean shout before darkness overtook my vision.

***

I’m surrounded by complete darkness and the sound of my heels clicking is the only thing I can hear.

I keep walking in an attempt to try to figure out where I am. In the distance, I see what I believe is two glowing red eyes. I stop mid-step as a voice speaks through the darkness.

“Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” In the distance, the moon came into view, un-shielded from the darkness. I glance down to see that I am dressed in a formal red gown. Looking back at Lucifer, he is in a full suit, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lip.

“You always loved the irony of a bad situation.” I said, rolling my eyes, outstretching my hand. I intertwined with him as he pulled me into his cold chest, he slid his arm around my waist while still remaining intertwined with me. 

“No, my dear but I have always loved you.” Without a response, I looked off to the side into the darkness to avoid his impending stare. 

“Where exactly are we?” I glanced back to see his red eyes burning into mine. 

“We are, wherever you want us to be.” 

“Did I… Did I die?” I merely whispered out. Without breaking eye contact, he spoke. 

“No, you’re in a coma. Castiel tried to save you but you wouldn’t wake up. You’ve been this way for about three weeks now.” I let go of his grasp and backed away, putting space between us. 

“You.” I stared, raising my hand in a pointing gesture, “You did this to me. You stabbed me!” For the first time, he broke his stare from me as he looked into the everlasting darkness. 

“You gave me no choice.” He responded, dropping his arms to his sides. I laughed sarcastically at him,

“I gave you no choice? You not only abandoned me, but you went and slept with another woman and had a goddamn nephilim -”

“In my defence, I wasn’t in Nick's form when I did this.” I stared back at him in anger and disbelief, “Continue.” He said simply. 

“Does that really make a difference? You think because you weren’t in this particular form that it makes any of this okay?” This time, it was Lucifer who was rendered silent. I turned beginning to pace back and forth as I continued,  “But if none of that matters, you then tried to kill me. First by trying to make an apocalypse happen and then by stabbing me. I mean, that doesn’t exactly scream "I love you”, now does it?” I stopped and looked back at him, my mouth fell slightly agape when I noticed one singular tear stream down his face, his eyes were no longer glowing red but they were the soft foggy gray that I remembered so fondly. 

“I never wanted to hurt you, let alone try to kill you.” He began, never breaking eye contact, “When father made you, humans. I couldn’t quite understand why he was so fond of you all, I particularly despise all of the human race but that was until I saw you for the first time. From that moment on, when I looked at you, I finally understood fathers fondness but I only felt this fondness for you. It wasn’t until that time in Hell when I showed my true form that you were able to see my wings that I finally understood this fondness. I had found my mate. It was you.” I stayed quiet, he narrowed his stare at me as he continued. “ I would have burned this world and the next, if you asked. I did all of this for you! The apocalypse, the nephilim, everything! And for what?” He yelled out, I grimaced at his tone. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath before speaking up. 

“I never asked for any of this.” In response, Lucifer scoffed. “When you met me, I was a hunter. I am still that same hunter. What makes you think that I would want an apocalypse or any of this?” I yelled out. Silence filled the room as I went on. “I-I loved you and you cheated on me. I went against Sam and Dean’s wishes when they begged me not to fall for the devil, I defended you when no one else would. I did everything for you, tried to be everything for you but I guess -” I let a tear down my face as I looked back at Lucifer to see his face softened. “I guess, I just wasn’t enough.” Within a flash, Lucifer stood in front of me cupping my cheeks, he brushed a tear away as he spoke. 

“You are more than enough. That woman was just a formality, she died at birth and would have never survived it. I couldn’t let that happen to you.” I sighed as he continued, “I never met to hurt you. Could you ever forgive me?” I looked up to meet his eyes, to only see they were glowing red. 

“Lucifer, I-I…” Before I could respond, I noticed a bright light shine behind Lucifer before I could realize what was going on. I opened my eyes to see that I was back in my room in the bunker. 

“(Y/N)?” I turned my head to see Dean sitting beside my bed. 

“Dean.” I breathed out. 

“Hold on, stay with me. I’m going to get Sam and Cas.” Dean shot up out of the chair he was sitting in and left my room. I leaned my head back and rested my eyes until I heard a voice coming from the corner of my room. 

“So, do you forgive me?” I opened my eyes to see Lucifer standing in the corner of the room. 

“I -”

The End.

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Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made

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BITE ME

A/N: Do I have another hyper fixation that I must write about ASAP?

Of course, I do.

This was supposed to be short and sweet but I mean look at those faces, of course it's not gonna be short and sweet. I meant to write this is one whole part but it looks like it might have to be multiple parts if there is enough interest.

*THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOF READ!*

Who: David Powers x Reader

Blurb: The year is 1988 and we are in the murder capital of the world, good old Santa Clara. The reader has just recently started working at the boardwalk with her mom at the video store when she catches the eye of a certain blue-eyed vamp.

Triggers/warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, blood, some inappropriate touching (from ex not the boys).

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David's POV:

It was a typical Saturday night and the sun had just set, the boys and I made our way to the boardwalk. The feel of the warm summer breeze blew past us as we sped down to the beach.  

Pulling off to the side to park my bike, Marko along with the others followed closely behind.  

"Max said he wants to see us at the shop." I spoke killing the engine on my bike. The boys nodded in response before climbing off our bikes and making our way to the shop.  

Walking in, I took note of the customers browsing the shelves as we made our way to the register where Max had been standing talking to a familiar woman. Clearing my throat, Max turned with a smile which quickly faded into a frown.  

I smirked back as I spoke up, "You called?" 

Looking back towards the woman, he informed her that he would be back in a few moments before placing a hand on my back and motioning for me to follow. Once we were out of ear shot, Max turned to face the four of us.  

"Listen, I have a date tonight with Lucy and I need you guys to do a favor for me." Raising my brow, I questioned.  

"Which is?" Max reached over past my shoulder before going towards a young (Y/H/C) girl who was busy stocking a shelf.  

"You see that girl over there, her name is (Y/N) and she's Lucy's daughter. Recently, she broke up with her abusive ex-boyfriend and he's been bothering her. I've caught him a few times cornering her in the shop or waiting outside after it closes. I usually give her a ride home but since I have a date tonig-" I held up my hand stopping him from continuing.  

"Listen, we aren't here to be bodyguards to some girl." Max sighed, with a hand running down his face.  

"Just for once, can you do me this favor without arguing?" I rolled my eyes looking back at the boys for their opinions, Marko gave a simple shrug, I looked towards Paul who gave a smirk and then Dwayne who glanced back at the girl before giving a small nod.  

"Sure, but what’s in it for us?” If Max could, I’m sure he would end the lives of all four of us right then and there but with another quick glance back to Lucy, he sighed. 

“What do you want?”  

“Hm, maybe just a little favor of our own that you’ll repay in time. How’s that sound?” With a small snarl curling in the corner of his mouth, he flashed us his bright yellow eyes before they quickly changed back to normal.  

“Fine. Fine, you got yourself a deal. Just hang around the outside of the shop and if you see him,” Turning, he grabbed a picture of what looked like grainy footage from a security camera of a dark haired male from behind him off the counter. “You come in and deal with him. Also, follow her home so that you know she gets home safely. I don’t want poor little Lucy to worry about her daughter all night.” He finished with a grin.  

“So, you want us to stalk her?” As quick as the grin appeared it was gone, shifting back into the same frown he gave us when we walked in.  

“Just do as your told and don’t show her your true selves under any circumstances. Understand?”  

“You got it pops, go enjoy your little date and we'll keep an eye on her." I said with a straight face and sarcasm lacing my tone before motioning for the boys to follow behind as we headed out, I glanced back to see her familiar (Y/E/C) eyes staring back at me. Flashing her a smirk, we walked out into the night.  

(Y/N) POV: 

I watched as Max spoke to the four bikers that are usually seen to be hanging around the boardwalk. I had heard about them before, my brother Micheal was spending some time with them for a little while but eventually he began to avoid them, claiming they were dangerous and that I should stay away from them. I don’t see what is so dangerous about a bunch of guys dressed in leather, God knows I’ve seen and experienced worse.  

My ex-boyfriend Daniel had been a pretty shitty boyfriend when we were together, don’t get me wrong things started out great but then he began to become jealous of my friends, then it was the way I was dressed, until one day when he first laid his hands on me and I knew he wasn’t my prince charming – he was a nightmare come true.  

At first, he would apologize profusely and shower me in gifts and promise that he would never raise a hand to me again, until he did. It got to the point where I would wear makeup to cover up the bruises, long sleeves even on the hottest days and sunglasses indoors. My family was suspicious, especially my brother Micheal but they never questioned me.  

One night, he took it too far. We had been down at the boardwalk enjoying one of the regular Saturday night beach parties when he left to go grab us some drinks. As I stood, waiting for him to come back, an old guy friend of mine approached and began asking how I had been doing and where I had been. I didn’t notice Daniel looking from afar watching me, so I tried to be polite but still trying to rush him before Daniel had gotten back, it wasn’t until my friend reached down to give me a hug that he made his appearance known. Ripping me apart from my friend by the shoulder, he pulled me away from the concert and further down the boardwalk to a more secluded area. He began shouting that I was a cheating whore, and I was rubbing it in his face, as I tried to apologize, he reached up and smashed his fist into the side of my cheek. The impact caused me to lose my balance and fall to the ground, I reached up and cupped my cheek in fear and pain.  

It wasn’t until I heard a struggle that I looked up to see Micheal slamming his fist repeatedly into Daniel’s face. I stayed sitting on the ground, watching the altercation in shock before I gathered the courage to pull my brother off him.  

“Micheal, enough! He’s had enough!” I screamed tugging on Micheal's arm a little harder before he finally let go.  

“If you ever lay another finger on her, I’ll fucking kill you! You hear me!” Micheal screamed down at a now bloody and bruised Daniel. I pulled on his arm again to leave before the cops showed up. Taking ahold of my hand, Micheal and I fled down the boardwalk, towards his bike. Climbing on, we took off into the night.  

I was torn from my thoughts as by my mother's voice. 

“(Y/N), Max and I are going to head out now. Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself? I don’t have to do if you’re uncomfortable.” I smiled at her before shaking my head in disagreement.  

“Mom, I’ll be fine. Go enjoy yourself and have fun!” With a smile, she reached out and gave me a hug.  

“Okay, sweetheart. Well, I left the number of the restaurant we are going to under the desk at the register. Also, your grandfather has a date with the widow Johnson, but I also left her number there just in case you can’t reach me, you can try him.” I glanced over my mom's shoulder to catch one last glance at the group, particularly the platinum-haired one. I locked eyes with him as he shot me a smirk over his shoulder before making his way out the door with the other three following close behind.  

~ Time Skip ~ 

It had been a particularly slow night, there had been another big concert down at the beach, so most people weren’t on the boardwalk shopping. I continued to stock the few things I had left before starting my closing duties when I heard the bell on the door ding.  

“Hi, welcome to vid-” I stopped stocking the shelf to greet the customer who walked in when I stopped mid-sentence when I saw who was standing in the doorway.  

Daniel.  

“(Y/N).” I felt my heart start racing as the sound of blood rushing in my veins filled my ears.  

“Daniel, what are you doing here?” I laid down the remaining VHS tapes I had left to stock. 

“You know, you’ve been very hard to reach lately.” He began, slowly making his way around the counter, I immediately began to back away from him as he began to get closer. “I mean, after the way we left things, I was hoping we could talk and work things out.” I kept backing away in attempt to flee from him but this just made him madder, taking longer strides he reached for me and wrapped a hand around my throat.  

“You need to leave, we broke up.” I said, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. The doorbell dinged again causing Daniel to break his eye contact with me and us both to turn to see who had just walked in. Looking towards the door, I locked eyes with the same platinum-haired bad boy from earlier, along with his three friends. Glancing between Daniel and I, he gave us the same smirk from earlier.  

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” 

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Okay, but just imagine falling asleep at the cave, being cold, and then waking up covered in David's coat?

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i squealed when I got David

I made a 23 question quiz to tell you which lost boys vampire/half vampire is your soulmate <3

Results included are David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko, Star and Michael

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sure, sex with someone you love is great, but have you ever obsessed over a fictional character for months and years with no end in sight?

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Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

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