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THERE’S ONLY ONE CUTIE AROUND HERE

AND THAT’S YOU BBY

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against the wall and kissing them

Bobby Singer was many things. When first discovering that he’d been made female, Lucifer had laughed for quite a long time. But they’d been in some mutually beneficial circumstances, and occasional would work together, on the condition that Lucifer stay away from the Winchesters.

Really, though, what would Bobby do if Lucifer disobeyed?

Still, they got on well enough, if wary of each other. They’d only been discussing spellwork, standing across from each other, when Bobby pushed him against a wall, locking their mouth’s together.

Lucifer was shocked, for a short moment, before he shoved the hunter away.

"What the hell was that about?”

#{ hey! Hope this is a decent enough answer! }#drunkandsassywillkickyourass

[text] Ha, that’s not funny.

[Text] That’s because you don't appreciate my humor

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#27 GrabBag

He was a punk, she (or he) took ballet, what more can I say?

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Lucifer ruffled his hands through his unruly hair, pushing the strands off and away from his face, sneering slightly before walking passed the corner towards the library. His shoes shuffling against the ground almost lazily as he walked, heels of his shoes scraping and skidding against the concrete with ever step he took.

Lucifer shoved his hands deep into his pockets, the cold nipping at him. His nose and cheeks were a light pink, and his scarf didn’t do much to keep the cold at bay, adjusting the jacket on his shoulders to cover himself better, mumbling bitterly under his breath.

He was almost at the door when he had bumped into someone, knocking the two of them off balance. Lucifer quickly jumped to his feet, looking down at the other individual before holding out his hand, “Are you alright?”

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What You Stole || Self Para

On this particular night he walked out of the bar early to follow a lead, he was almost certain he found him. He'd broken into the house, he restrained and sedated the man, and now he was just waiting for him to wake up. Getting ready as he waited, Lyric pulled a pair of leather gloves out of his pocket and slipped them on. He unscrewed the top to the canister of gas he brought with him and hummed to himself as he made a trail from the front door to the living room in which the man was held. "Do you know who I am?" Lyric asked as the blond man finally stirred. The man smiled softly, "Of course I do. How couldn't I? ..You look just like her." he said. Lyric's brows furrowed, his face portraying a quiet fury. "It's been a while, Lyric." The half-siren scoffed. "That's your fault, you prick." Lyric blamed him. As much as he blamed himself for Bobby's death, he blamed Piper even more. If Piper wouldn't have been such a slimy little deadbeat none of this would have happened. His mother would still be alive and maybe they'd be happy. "C'mon boy. You understand why I wasn't there. You look like you've picked up a drifting habit yourself." Ignoring him, the younger continued what he was doing. "I've been waiting for this, you know? I knew you'd be mad at me, but I didn't think you'd be this mad." Piper chuckled, "Don't you think it's a bit much?" Lyric looked at him and shrugged, "Not at all. You killed my mother, it's only fair that I get to take something from you." A wave of confusion took Piper's face as he struggled a bit against the ropes he was bound with, "I didn't kill her. -Don't get your sins confused with mine." Straightening his back, Lyric growled. "Shut up! You did this. You left. You made me what I am because you couldn't take responsibility for anything!" he barked, his eyes flickering a dangerous silver. Piper quieted and looked away. Lyric calmed himself and continued. "Whenever you came home, you were drunk or covered in blood. -You never gave me more than a second's worth of attention and you treated my mother like fucking dirt. You didn't love her. You used her." The blond sat up straight in his chair, "I wasn't meant to be tied down. Bobby knew that, I told her in the beginning I was afraid I'd hurt her." he offered. Lyric shook his head, "Then you should've left before it progressed. You just had to stay and have your fun. Y-You broke her fucking heart. She waited for you to come back and stay, but you never did." Lyric folded his arms, "I pulled away from her because it got so bad. Both of us were depressed and angry. I hate fights, but I was going out looking for them because pain was the only way I could cope with her and me. It got to the point where I just up and left and it drove her to kill herself because of how lonely she was. -Your fucking ignorance drove me to kill my mother. You killed her and I'm going to take back what you stole from both of us." he hissed, quickly wiping the tears that pricked his eyes. Piper quieted again, his face falling stoic. Lyric wiped his face again and laughed lightly, "You like The Temptations, don't you? Mom did. She used to sing me to sleep with them when I was little." Lyric hummed as he began trailing his gasoline around the living room. "Actually I'm sure I still have the cassette in my room somewhere. -You wanna hear my favorite song?" Piper struggled more against the ropes as Lyric poured the gasoline around his feet on on the chair, glaring at the boy. "Papa was a rolling stone..♫" Lyric sang slowly as he set down the container. Piper almost looked ashamed for a moment, but it quickly fade back to his smug smile. "How appropriate." he snarked. "♫Wherever he laid his hat was his home.♩ " The young man reached into his jacket and pulled out his Colt, giving the barrel a quick buff. "♩And when he died-..♫" click. The hammer was cocked and Lyric pressed the front of the barrel against the Siren's forehead. "Lyric, listen to me. You're just angry. You don't have to-" Without a word, the boy pulled the trigger, interrupting the Siren's thought- And life. The rattling bang of the gun echoed through the house. He was quite happy his father chose a rather reclusive place to live or else his neighbors would have definitely heard that and called the cops. Lyric slipped the gun back inside his jacket and finished coating the house in gasoline, careful not to get any on himself.

Yanking off the gloves, he slipped them into his pocket as he stood on the front porch, looking at the mess he made inside. Lyric pulled a cigarette out of his breast pocket and brought it to his lips, letting it hang in between as he double checked that he hadn't coated himself in gas as well. Fishing out is matchbook, he lit up before tossing it in the trail he made. He watched the flames start to engulf the house, taking a drag of his cigarette and letting the smoke slip from the side of his mouth. "-All he left me was alone..♫" Turning his back to the blazing building, Lyric buttoned up his coat and started his walk back to the bar.

#this is all fucking over the place but i like it enough to post it #;mystuff #outofshenanigans #drunkandsassywillkickyourass #I hope you appreciate my reference to Bobby's singing and The Temptations and dkfvbdkfhb #iT WAS NECESSARY #head canon

#My Boy#Talkin bout My Booy

*sOBS* tHINKIN' BOUT BOBBY SINGING THAT SONG TO HIM WHEN HE WAS LITTLE

#OH MY GOD IT HURTS SO BAD#UGHAGS HE ACTUALLY CALLED HER MOMMY#OH MY GOD#thelyricstoalovesong#MY HEART

i'M WRITING A COMPANION TO IT AFTER WORK SO GET READY FOR MORE HEART PAINS

#outofshenanigans #drunkandsassywillkickyourass

Your Mother has passed away. She was drunk and shot herself in the facein my confessional booth after confessing the sin before she committed it. I am... sorry for your loss.

"Bobby?" He couldn't call her mom, he felt like he lost the right to after he left home without a word the last time. Lyric walked through the lonely house, the guilt sinking in slowly. He'd been gone longer than he'd ever been, he wasn't really sure if she was even still here or not. "..Mom?" he tried, the word tasting sour on his tongue. No response. Shoving his hands in his pockets, the Siren sighed. Walking out into the kitchen, he noticed the flashing light on the answering machine. Approaching it, he pressed the play button and listened to the message."..." He pressed it again, listening to the priest's somber voice again- and again, and again. Leaning against the wall, Lyric pressed it one last time as he sunk to the tiled floor. "Fuck-" Burying his face in his knees, a short sob rattled his chest. "I-I'm so sorry." he choked, "Mommy, I'm sorry.."

#drunkandsassywillkickyourass #HUUUURRTS

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