#but i actually had this idea when my computer caught on fire

[writersdrug]

Simon Riley x DogSitter!Reader pt. 4

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Warnings: Cursing, caught half-naked (don't get ya knickers in a twist, it's not by Simon), possessive behaviour, pining

A/N: Good morning! typed this up last night, wanted to post it but Tumblr mobile hates it when I try to edit my drafts. but I cracked open my computer and got it finished! enjoy the day! xoxo

"You need to stay still." You said quietly, your hands gently laying on Riley's stomach as she lay on her back. Her eyes flickered between you and your hands curiously with a nervous look on her face. Her tail swished, brushing with a whoosh against the unkempt grass of Simon's backyard.

"Good- play dead, good..." You slowly removed your hands, placing them against your thighs as you knelt next to her. "And stay-"

As soon as your hands left her fur, she twisted back onto her feet and sat upright. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted, looking at you for the next command.

"No!" You cried, holding the sides of her face and pointing her snout towards you. "You just had it! C'mon, we've got to get this down - need to show off your skills at the dog park, yeah?"

You flopped down on your back and raised your arms in the air. Riley took a few steps back and stared at you - her toe was pointed in anticipation. She had no idea what you were doing.

"Like this-" you said, "Play dead." You rolled back onto your knees, giggling at the flabbergasted expression on her face. "Really- it's easy, let's give it one more go."

You guided her to lay down again - she huffed, seemingly annoyed with whatever it was you were trying to do. She let you roll her onto her back, her legs awkwardly sticking out straight. You tutted and bent her paws at each ankle.

"Good. Sta- stay." You said as she tried to wiggle up. You kept your hands on her belly again, and she boredly looked at the blue sky above.

"Good, Riley. Play dead." You slowly sat back on your haunches, and she managed to stay put. She looked at you upside-down as you fished a few treats from your pocket.

"Stay..." You cooed, holding the treats up to her muzzle. "Good. Play dead."

She gently lapped up the treats when you opened your palm, chewing noisily and looking back at you for direction. She remained on the ground, feet pointed in the air and her tail still.

"Ok, Riley." You said, and she scrambled back onto her feet. "Now, let's try again. Play dead."

She looked at you, tilting her head in confusion. You could see the gears turning, and your skin was nearly on fire with anticipation. "Play dead." You repeated slowly, pointing towards the ground.

Sure enough, she sank to the floor. When she saw the excitement growing in your eyes, she rolled onto her back, letting her legs relax above her.

"Good girl!!" You squealed, rubbing her belly and her face and showering her with kisses - she groaned and yapped, hurriedly getting back up onto her feet.

"Oh, you're so good, Riley!" You exclaimed and handed her a few more treats. She scarfed them down in a matter of seconds as her tail thwapped against the ground.

You felt proud of her - and of yourself. You'd never really considered yourself an actual dog-sitter before. But now, after this achievement, you felt like the dog-sitter.

"Mitchell had better watch his sorry ass..." You stated, standing up and brushing your hands on your thighs. You paused when you felt something cold - you turned to look over your shoulder, and sure enough, your entire back and rump were covered in mud. You sighed, looking back down at where you had laid in the grass. There was a decently sized mud puddle, with the perfect imprint of your torso and backside.

"Oh, for Christ's sake-" you grumbled, trudging back towards the house. Riley hopped through the doorway and made a beeline straight to her water bowl. She lapped up the water messily as you toed off your sneakers, leaving them by the backdoor. You closed the door behind you and groaned as the damp fabric clung to your skin.

"Just my bloody luck." You murmured. You began peeling your clothes off in the hall, starting with your socks, then your sweatshirt, then your top. You were just about to shimmy out of your jeans, when you heard Riley whine.

Turning around, you saw her walking- no, limping, to her dog bed. She groaned as she shuffled around, scratching at the fabric, before plopping down onto the plush cushion.

"Y' feeling alright, girl?" You asked, and she turned her snout towards you. "Time for some medicine, hmm?"

You padded into the kitchen, grabbing her medicine from the counter and popping a pill into your palm. You stole a jar of peanut butter from Simon's cupboard and scooped a spoonful, shoving the pill into the sticky glob and heading back to the living room. "Don't worry-" you said, holding the spoon down to her as she licked it greedily. "I won't count this as one of your daily cookies."

You felt a chill against your bare back - you looked up, noticing that the AC vent was positioned right above Riley's bed.

"Well, that can't be good..." You grumbled. You quickly ran and snagged a worn-out blanket (decorated with bones and tennis balls, most likely from when she was a puppy) from the hall closet, before returning and draping it over her. She let out a wary groan as you tucked in the edges, cocooning her in a layer of felt.

"Need t' make sure you're not too chilly-" you said, securing her under the blanket. "That cold doesn't help your leg, does it?"

She made a content sound and sank her head down onto the cushion, making you chuckle. "There, isn't that much be-"

You stood back up, your sentence interrupted by your own panic. The mailman was outside the front window, staring right back at you. He was frozen, eyes wide with a shocked flush on his cheeks, as he was putting the mail in Simon's box.

In a fit of horror, you glanced down at yourself, being met with the sight of your shirtless torso and jeans. You shrieked in embarrassment and ran into the hall, quickly throwing yourself into the bathroom and slamming the door behind you.

Riley tilted her head as she watched down the hall, the sound of your "Fucking hell!!" Echoing from beyond the bathroom door - she flopped hear head back onto the cushion and sighed.

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The cot groaned and creaked beneath Simon as he dropped himself onto it. He tossed his duffle bag on the floor next to him, letting his arm hang over the edge for a moment. His entire body ached - he had let himself relax too much on his time off with Riley, and had nearly forgotten just how rough this job was on his bones.

"Never thought we'd be back 'ere, eh?" Soap said, trudging into the small dorm. "Alejandro said we're always welcome on 'is base, but I ken he meant other circumstances."

Simon groaned in agreement. "Brings back memories, eh?"

Soap scoffed. "If ye say so, LT. Rott'n ones, that's fer sure."

"A' least it's over."

Soap grunted. "Gonna celebrate with a cup o' joe." He said, rolling out his shoulders with a pop. "Need me t' grab ye some?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. Like to try n' get some sleep 'fore we head home."

"Suit yourself, LT." Soap said, before he left Simon alone in the dorm.

He sighed heavily. Simon was lying to himself if he thought he was going to get any sleep. During the entire mission (save the parts where he was snapping a bloke's neck, or planting bullets in bodies), he couldn't stop thinking about Riley - which was also a lie. Truthfully, he couldn't stop thinking of the both of you.

Were you treating her well? Did you end up using his shower? Did you remember her medicine? Did you use the throw blanket when you slept on his sofa? What did you two do all week? What did you do all week?

It was hard to realize that he'd only seen you in person twice, with the way that he was constantly plagued by you. You and your overly-bright and bold personality. He wondered if you'd be there when he gets back home, or if you'd-

Oh, right. He'd be home tomorrow night. He'd forgotten to text you. He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed up a message.

coming home tomorrow evening. it'll be late. don't worry about being there, but if you are, that's fine.

He hoped you would be there, he thought, as he sent the message, letting the phone drop onto his chest.

Not a minute had passed that Simon had fought with his own mind, when his phone buzzed. He pulled the screen back above his face and opened the message from you.

Glad to hear you're back safe!

Buzz

If you are actually back, I guess I don't know where you are...

Buzz

Anyways, that's fine! I'll walk Riley around 7 pm, she's good after that until bedtime

Buzz

Of course, you know that, she's YOUR dog after all, lol

Buzz

Get back safe! And I mean get HOME, not just wherever you are right now!

He stared at each message as it popped up, one after another. You must type fast - and god, were you annoying... but he didn't hate it. He should hate it, he'd hated every other person he'd run into with your attitude. But he felt the depth and the honesty in your words, even over text. It was aggravating him, but instead of stomping your sparks out, he wanted to hide them in his dark corner, where no one else could see just how bright you were.

Shut the fuck up, he thought. Man whore.

He began to reply to your message, thick fingers struggling to tap away at the tiny screen.

How are my girls?

Fuck- backspace, backspace- Christ, that was a close one.

How's my girl?

Send.

He groaned, staring at the screen, hungrily waiting for you to respond. He thought of the sound of your nails clacking away on your phone. What would you say? "Good"? "Fine"? "She's sleeping"? He wished you'd go on another tangent, stringing him along in a conversation where one message hardly had anything to do with the last.

Buzz

You sent a photo.

Simon's chest felt tight with anticipation - he hurriedly clicked on the image to make it bigger.

It was you and Riley, both lying on the couch. You were curled up against the arm of the sofa, wearing your pajamas and tucked under his throw blanket with a book in your hand. Your hair was down, and a bit damp, too. Riley was cozied up to your side, her snout resting in your lap. The both of you looked up into the camera - you, with a sweet, soft smile that nearly put Simon in cardiac arrest.

Doing good! I think she likes it when I read to her!

Simon exhaled heavily through his nose. You read to the dog- of course you fucking read to the dog. Why was that attractive? Why was he so warmed by your matching daisy pajamas? By the mug of tea on the coffee table (in his mug, which made it worse)? By the way Riley was so comfortable around you?

How were you doing this to him - infiltrating his brain so easily, consuming it like a weed? A beautiful, elegant weed?

He groaned and laid his phone on his chest, rubbing his eyes. He let his palms linger over the sockets for a moment. Something must be wrong with him. Simon was never so easily distracted by anything, let alone anyone. Had he gotten soft on his time off? Was this some sort of pre-middle-aged hormone cocktail that was controlling him? How the hell was he supposed to snuff this flame out? He could never request your services again; but as soon as the thought entered his head, he threw it out. He'd keep you, if not for his own selfishness, then for the way you were so excited to have the job in the first place. This would have to be a project of self-discipline. He would have to figure out how to-

"Steamin' Jesus- that's who ye got watchin' Riley?!"

For a moment, Ghost nearly came out and landed a punch to Soap's gut. But Simon simply jolted, catching his phone right before it slid off onto the floor.

"Bloody- fuckin' hell, Johnny." He grumbled.

"Bloody fuckin' hell indeed-" Soap agreed, trying to swipe at Simon's phone. "Pull 'er up again, lemme see-"

"Bugger off." Simon warned. He sat up on the edge of the bed and pocketed his phone.

"Awe, this why ye dinnae want te talk 'bout 'er earlier?" Soap said with a playful grin, collapsing onto his cot on the opposite side of the room. "Been hidin' tha' pretty thing all te yerself?"

"'M not hidin' anythin.'"

"Then lemme see- might snag 'er number, too-"

"No you won't, Johnny."

"Why not?"

"Because y' don't need a bloody dog-walker."

"Maybe not, but I could always use a lass, eh?"

"She is off limits-" Simon said, narrowing his gaze at Soap, "- n' there's not gonna be another word 'bout it."

Simon laid down and rolled to face the wall before Soap could utter another word. He heard Johnny scoff, followed by the sound of him removing his boots.

"Dry piece of shite, ye are..." he grumbled.

Despite his instinctual reaction to Johnny's instantaneous attraction to you, Simon was a bit shocked with himself. Again - you weren't his. The only tether he had to you was strictly monetary and contractual. He even imagined that you might be pissed, having a client treat you like they were your bodyguard. He needed to figure this out and de-root it from the source, before it got any worse.

But... if he allowed himself to entertain the idea, just this once... Would it be such a bad thing? To attempt- to convince you that he wasn't so horrible a person, really- if you could just see past his hard, outer shell, built up from years of trauma and blood. Who knows how long it would take you to see him as a decent person, but he could think about the logistics later. It wasn't against the law to date your pet-sitter, he just had to make himself believe that. Maybe you were just the perfect amount of sunshine that could melt the iciness within him.

With a glance over his shoulder, making sure Soap was minding his beeswax, Simon pulled his phone out of his pocket. He gave your picture a long, favorable glance, before he sent you a final message for the night.

keep reading to her for me, and tell her I'll be home soon. thanks again.

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Stay with me a little longer, I will wait for you...

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[make-me-imagine]

Worth Saving

Plot: When you are on a stealth mission in a rebel base, Obi-Wan must listen from a distance. When you are found out, injured and trapped, Obi-Wan races to save you, even when you tell him it's not worth it.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Gn!Reader

Prompt: A is alone and hurt badly, they can talk to B through an earpiece/phone. Eventually A stops talking and B thinks they lost them. But they find them alive.

Requested By: Anonymous; this is a really old mystery prompt request lmao

A/n: I don't recall if they've ever even used ear-pieces in Star Wars except for with pilots in their ships, or if they just like...don't exist. But let's pretend they do lol

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of blood and death, wounds. Pretty angsty. Lack of a sense of self-worth from reader.

Words: 2.3k

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You tapped on the new piece of hardware hanging over your ear as you walked through the darkened backrooms of the base.

"Is this thing working?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes, I can hear you just fine." You heard Obi-Wan's voice come through with a small amount of static mixed in.

"Oh good, now I can have your voice in my head telling me all the things I do wrong all the time now."

You could almost hear the smirk on Obi-Wan's face at your sarcastic remark before he replied "Perhaps this will stop you from making your impulsive decisions then."

"Don't get your hopes up."

Obi-Wan smiled again as he checked his scanners again. Even in these kinds of situations you could always make him smile.

He was nervous for you, being alone in a rebel base with no real knowledge of what you were actually looking for. And he hated that he was so far away, unable to get closer due to the base's ability to scan for ships.

So you snuck in yourself. Obi-Wan insisted on coming too, but you needed someone to be prepared to get you out fast, besides, if you got caught, there was a higher chance of him being recognized. You had a better ability of blending in, and no one knew your face, you couldn't be tracked back to the resistance.

"Damn"

Obi-Wan's heart dropped when he heard you curse, immedietely sitting up in his chair his hands hvering over the ships controls in case he needed to make his way to you.

"Y/n? What is it?"

"Someones coming, hold on." Your voice was barely audible, but Obi-Wan held his tongue, and his breath.

You snuck into a nearby room and leaned against the wall in the darkness. The sound of people walking past echoed through your ears.

Your heart was hammering as you held the handle of your phaser tightly.

"Y/n?" Obi-Wan's voice spoke softly, worry obvious.

"I'm good." You whispered and you heard an audible sigh of relief.

Looking around the room you had snuck into, you realized it was full of computers and paperwork. Looking closer, you saw drives locked up in a cabinet. Your interest piqued, you inched closer, wondering if the information on the drives might be valuable.

"I found a bunch of data drives"

"Any way of knowing what's on them?"

Breaking the lock, you took as many drives as you could fit in your bag. "No Idea but I grabbed some. I'm going to try and get into their system."

Able to hack in, you were only able to find one file on a potential weapon development for the rebels before you suddenly heard the door behind you slide open.

You dropped down, trying not to be seen, but you weren't fast enough.

"There they are!"

Through the comm's Obi-Wan heard an unfamiliar yell before the sound of weapons fire was heard. Obi-Wan immediately started the ship and made his way towards the base.

Hearing you grunt in pain, Obi-Wan's heart dropped "Y/n?"

"I've been hit" You said with panic in your voice as you fired your weapon at the rebels. Killing one, and wounding the other, you managed to get out of the room.

You raced down the corridors, your abdomen burning from your wound. As alarms started to blare through the base, you looked for a way out, but as the sound of running approached, you felt a sense of dread wash over you.

"I'll be there soon Y/n, can you get to the pick up point?"

"I'll get back to you on that."

Weapons fire filled the comm's again and panic coursed through Obi-Wan. He knew it was too dangerous to send you alone, he hated that he didn't go with you, he hated that he didn't risk the resistance being linked to the mission.

When silence came through the comm's Obi-Wan spoke "Y/n, what's going on?"

He heard your heavy breaths through the comm "I can't get out, they've got the place flooded with people. Obi-Wan, they knew I was here. They didn't just find me, they were looking for me."

Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat "Are you sure?"

You nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see you "Yes, they knew"

Anger and worry coursed through him, who found out? Or, who betrayed you?

"Where are you?"

"I found a small storage room, I'm hiding in, I don't know if they'll find me. If they do, I'm screwed."

"How are your injuries?"

You looked down at your body and you swallowed. After the first hit to your abdomen in the control room, the ambush of rebels in the hall did more damage. You had been hit in the shoulder, arm and leg. It wasn't good, you already felt your body weakening.

Your clothes were burned from the phaser fire, the wounds were cauterized, but blood seeped from them due to your desperate escape.

"Not good."

Obi-Wan's stomach turned "I'm almost there, just hang on okay?"

"Obi-Wan, don't"

"Don't what?"

"Don't come for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm too far into the base, it's too risky. And I'm too injured. It's not worth it."

Obi-Wan let out a scoff of anger and surprise.

"You mean you're not worth it?"

You always had this mindset. You always threw yourself into dangerous situations so other's didn't have too, because you thought you wouldn't be as missed, that you wouldn't be worth as much, that no one would really care if you died.

And he hated it, he hated that you didn't see your worth. He hated that you didn't see how much he cared.

Your silence told him exactly what he already knew.

"How can you still think that?" He asked, his voice desperate "How can you think after all this time, after all the people you've saved, that you aren't worth it?"

"It's an occupational hazard I guess." You spoke softly, obviously in pain, but he could hear the forced smile on your face as you spoke.

You were never one to want to worry him, so you always made jokes.

"Even if I don't think I'm worth it. It's too dangerous for you. The base is flooded with people, you may be a jedi, but you can't make it through all of them to find me. You'll get yourself killed."

"I'm coming to get you Y/n, nothing is stopping me."

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you weren't sure if it was because of the pain, panic, or the way Obi-Wan was speaking.

"Is this what it feels like to be you, when I make reckless decisions?"

You heard Obi-Wan let out a soft huff "Yes"

"No wonder you always get so upset with me."

"Occupational hazard" He mumbled as his knuckles turned white due to the grip of his hands.

He could hear your voice slowly getting softer, you were loosing strength.

"I'm getting close Y/n, just hang on."

You could hear the sound of footsteps nearby and fear coursed through you. You pointed you weapon at the door, prepared to fire if needed. Even if you'd die here, you wouldn't let them take you out easily.

The footsteps faded and you felt relief wash over you. You hissed as a jolt of pain shot through your stomach.

"Y/n?"

"Obi-Wan, it's too late." Your voice was softer now, as your eyelids grew heavier. Your clothes slowly soaked with blood, your wounds aching.

"Don't you dare say that. I know you're stronger than this, so just stay awake, I'm almost there!"

Obi-Wan could feel himself losing to his emotions, but he didn't care, not now. He couldn't lose you, he wouldn't.

"Always so worried about me, always caring so much more than others. Why?" You were mumbling but Obi-Wan could still hear you.

Obi-Wan felt his eyes burning, hearing the pain and worry in your tone "Don't you know?"

"Yes. But If I'm going to die I'd like to hear it at least once."

Obi-Wan shook his head, "You're not going to die. You're going to hold on, and I'll tell you in person. How does that sound?"

"So now you're trying to bribe me into surviving?"

"Anything to make you stay"

You didn't notice your grip loosening and your gun falling to the floor, or the way your body began to slump. You tried to focus on Obi-Wan's voice, to stay awake, but you felt yourself falling into darkness.

"I don't...think I h-have...a choice"

"Y/n? Y/n!"

When you didn't response, and he was only met with silence and static, dread washed over him.

"Y/n?"

Seeing the base come into view, Obi-Wan began to land his ship. Fear, anger and determination coursed through him. He wouldn't believe you were gone, not until he found you. And if- if you were dead, he wouldn't leave you here, not alone.

Obi-Wan managed to get half-way through the base before encountering rebels. After a fight, and a light wound to his arm, he made his way through the base again.

Reaching out with the force, he felt for your presence, any sign of you nearby. Feeling nothing, he felt his heart clench painfully in his chest.

Suddenly, just for a second, he felt a familiar presence, a sort of warmth washed over him, but then it was gone. But it was enough for him as he picked up his pace, and began running.

Finding a small door sort of hidden in a corridor, Obi-Wan knew it would be the sort of place you would go too. Going in silently, his eyes immediately spotted you at the back of the small room and his heart dropped.

You were still, no movement could be seen. Your phaser was lying on the ground beside you, your hands limp and head to the side. Your clothes were soaked with blood, as phaser burns could be seen.

Obi-Wan ran to you taking your face in his hands. He felt relief wash over him. You were still alive, though barely.

He knew it would e dangerous getting you out. He'd have to carry you, but he was not leaving you. Scooping you up into his arms, he made his way out into the corridor. He could hear the sound of footsteps nearby. Taking a breath, he started to run, to get you to safety, so save you.

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You weren't sure how long you had been in the darkness, lost and numb. But slowly, you started to feel as though there was someone in the darkness with you. Like you were underwater and someone was reaching for you, all you needed to do was take their hand.

"Don't go Y/n."

The voice was familiar, but you had trouble placing it. It was warm, it felt safe.

"I'm right here, we're almost out of this, just don't let go."

Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity you realized. It was Obi-Wan. He had come for you after all. But you were sure you were dead. Weren't you?

No. Not yet.

Darkness swallowed you again, but you felt lighter, as though you weren't drowning anymore, but floating, waiting to wake up.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, the room around you was unfamiliar, but the presence beside you was a comforting one.

Obi-Wan stared at you for a moment, surprised by your sudden consciousness. Relief followed quickly though as he leaned forward.

You met his eyes before you spoke, your voice soft "You came for me"

He smiled softly "Of course I did."

"Even though I told you not too."

"Yes"

Your eyes wandered to his arm, which was now in a sling. "You got hurt"

"Yes."

He saw the guilt cross your face and he reached out and placed his hand over the top of yours. You met his eyes again as he spoke.

"It's nothing serious. I got off a lot better than you did. You've been asleep for days."

You looked down at Obi-Wan's hand as it encased yours. "I heard you, talking to me. Telling me to hold on."

Obi-Wan smiled softly. He knew what you were referring too. When he finally got you back to the ship, he reached out to you with the force. He knew there was a connection to the force within you, even if you refused to acknowledge it. That was how you could hear him.

"And you did hold on."

You nodded softly, seemingly lost in thought. Obi-Wan squeezed your hand softly and you looked back to his face. Your eyes remained locked in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"You asked why I cared so much for you" He began, his voice uncertain, knowing the things he wanted to say were meant to stay a secret. Knowing he was going back on his own training and beliefs for simply feeling them.

You shook your head, stopping him "You don't need to tell me Obi-Wan"

Silence fell as your eyes remained locked. You knew how he felt, and he knew how you felt. But that was all it could be. And you both knew it.

In a moment of desperation, before you thought you were going to die, you wanted to hear him say it, just once. But now you were alive, safe again. And those words could no longer be said again.

"It's okay." You said softly, your emotion obvious in your voice "I know."

Obi-Wan smiled, but there was only sadness and regret behind it.

He wanted to tell you so badly, but both of you understood the consequences if he let those emotions take hold of him. You smiled at him, but there was sadness behind it. The same as he held onto.

You both knew how you felt, and you both knew that feeling was worth holing onto, worth saving until you could final feel it freely. But for now, it would remain unsaid.

xx End xx

Not sure how I feel about how this came out, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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[fruit-salad-ship]

Pirate junk No.13846

honestly i dont know what to say im just here putting my brain worms on the table. while my computer backs up.

Plum defo works her way up to being close with this woman, and one day she pulls into port and asks the crew to go enjoy, pays them all a chunk of gold to just go onto the land and have fun for like, two nights. Peach is told nothing, comes back from aquiring specific things plum wanted from town to an empty ship. Well. Nearly empty. Plums spent a while with Peach, couple years now, just travelling, being close with her, realising shes just sad and not scary at all unless you threaten what she holds dear. Theres a billion candles lit on the deck, you can see the ship from three streets away, youd think it had caught ablaze with the light. Peach shows up and Its a close recreation of that one memory plum had of her and her wife, give or take some details. They have a very sweet date night, get to dance and be together uninterupted by work or ship problems. It rings very true with Peach, she's been quietly growing fond of this one. Theres a weird irony to have her own play be used against her.

She's not mad at it, its oddly sweet actually. Gets the idea of how her wife felt once, feels good about that. Plum makes the joke that the only thing missing is a proposal, seeing as that's how it went down all those years ago.

It plants the seed unintentionally.

Its not until a while later, someone instead of hunting peach, comes for plum, and the whole crew see the true monster creep out of this woman. Peach goes full hostile to stop the death of another Levithian. She puts maximum effort in, hardly touched by damage, and those hits she is struck by are on purpose, to pull someone closer, or pin them in thinking theyve got the advantage on her. They do not.

Mid battle things get messy, Plum is freed from the holding cell they had her in, the girls are back together, Grey getting their ship across the way to fire on their foe, wood splintering, fires catching as lanterns smash and tumble with each strike. Both women fighting in such a way that feels like a dance, Peach constantly taking hits for the Captain she came across the waters to save, it doesnt bother her, pain is temporary, and it gives Plum an opening, lets them tag team a rival crew despite being heavily outnumbered, targeting the nasty hunter captain finally. Peach uses one, THE ONLY single battle trick she's got to take them down. Closes one eye, the remaining one blinks and suddenly in a flash looks like Boa's, pure white with the sliver of an iris, painfuly bright. She locks eyes with asshole who threatened the woman she's ready to murder an entire ships worth of people for, and you see the massive serpant leap from the sea and swipe past. The hunter is consumed, the back of the ship shattered, everyones getting knocked around, Peach grabs plum and a rope from the mast stopping them falling in as the ship tips almost back on itself. That little skill is essentially like tagging an enemy so Boa can take out vital targets, reserved for emergency. Theyre trying to get off the crumbling ship, still kicking and fighting the odd crew member, dodging loose barrels, heavy ropes trying to sweep their feet as they run, and in that chaos, in the canon balls shredding the ship they stand on, they get to the edge of the deck staring down into the ocean below and plum grabs her second mates hand to stop her jumping in.

The noise is consuming, the creak and crack of this sinking ship frightening, a sailors worst nightmare, but both just look at eachother, wind whipping hair around, bloodied and battered, but alive, together.

"Marry me-" falls out of Plum's mouth without thought, the bravery gained from seeing how streamline they worked together and seeing what they were capable of was incomporable. Peach doesn't flinch when a shot shatters the mast, feeling the heavy metal ball zip past her, unable to look away from her captain. She grabs her by the chin and kisses her hard, throwing them both into the water as the enemy vessel keeps falling apart.

Boa picks them up, bringing them to the surface before heading back to their ship. In that moment of travel it feels like the question didnt get answered. Plum sgot her arms around Peachs waist as she sits behind her, head on her back, stewing in her own head.

Later when Plums in her cabin alone, regretting her dumbass words, she was too forward, too bold, the old pirate wasnt ready, she just got caught up in it all, caught up on her. Peach knocks, snaps the woman out of her own head before coming into the space. There's nothing either can say for a moment, Peach sees her anxiety spike, sitting with a slouch in an armchair before placing something small and metal on the table. A ring. "Been carrying it around for a couple of months, never really knew why." a calm expression as she leans back. "Until now. It should fit." Plum just looks at her, picks it up, words failing her, glancing at this woman with one burning question.

"Thats a yes, if you're wondering."

#pirate au #GUYS IM SO SORRY #THIS ONES GOT AHOLD #ITS FULL OF STUFF I WANNA EXPLORE #SORRYYYYYY #fruit salad #brainrot

[thegirlwholived1213]

could you please write about a leader that surrenders to save their friends and the enemy is suprised because they didn’t think they would actually do it? Thank you

Okay, I am officially alive!!!

With summer out and trips to take, I have been extremely busy. I’ve been off the computer and focusing on my book that I am writing, called Golden Ashes! I didn’t know what to do with this ask, but I love the idea soooooo I am going to use my characters for Golden Ashes! However, this doesn’t play into the actual story, but I thought I would use them because I’m getting the hang of their individuality. If you want to see some sneak peeks or info on these characters, let me know in the comments, but I am planning on publishing my book eventually via KDP! For now, enjoy! 

(Character run down! Elora is the main protagonist, Dayne the main antagonist. Aidan is Elora’s mentor, and Nori is her dearest friend and father figure. Cardan is Elora’s childhood friend/tentative love interest, and Tyler is Dayne’s right hand man.)

Surrender

Content warnings: Intimate whumper, minor violence, non-con kiss (It's on the nose) manhandling, sedation

Elora’s eyes whipped around the cave as she held the smartphone closer to her ear. Soft static buzzed in the background, but other than that she couldn’t hear anything. She knew she shouldn’t have answered the call, but the message would have been delivered regardless. So, while her friends slept by the dying fire, she had climbed the hill and pulled herself into this alcove. 

“Hello?” She whispered, knowing her voice might waver if she didn’t, “Who is this?” 

“You know full well who it is, Miss Eagle.” 

This was true. Nobody else would have called the phone in the middle of the mountains. She knew there was no service, but Dayne wouldn’t be held back by something so simple. Elora took a deep, silent breath, and released it. 

“What do you want?” 

Dayne’s smooth laughter made shudders run up and down her spine as it filled the line. Her mouth opened and closed, and yet she couldn’t fill her breath with words. Her Golden Eagle feathered wings sagged, suddenly feeling all too heavy.

“Now isn’t the time for silly questions, darling,” He cooed, voice thick and suave. Bile caught in her throat, but she forced herself to respond.

Heaven knows what would happen if she didn’t.

“Yes, I’m well aware. I’m assuming you have us– them, surrounded?” 

“You’re catching on. You know what you need to do.” 

Elora opened her mouth again, but the line clicked silent. 

She couldn’t stop the tears once they began to fall. Thick, wet streams that made her voice catch and chest stutter. How could she go through with this? The last person to escape him would be her. 

But she loved them too much not to. So she let herself cry. She let herself mourn what was to come. Memories flooded her mind, and it made the tears slow.

When she met Nori in that cafe.

The first time she realized that Cardan loved her.

When she’d kissed him, and for the first time she’d felt truly free. 

Aidan teaching her how to shoot her beloved bow, how to send a punch, and how to talk to her people. 

Elora pulled herself together. She took deep breaths, focusing on calming her nerves. 

In, out. In, out, in, out. 

She took each motion by itself, focusing on simply completing the task. Standing up. Wiping her face. Walking to the edge of the cave. She exited, extended, and jumped for one last fly. She knew that once she touched ground and returned to camp, her friends would be in Grounder clutches, and she would be there to greet them. 

Elora landed yards away from camp. She fixed her blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face. She could see one of the Grounders approaching, but didn’t run. She held still, and simply waited as her stomach tied itself in knots. 

“Hello, princess.” 

“Tyler.” She growled, neck stiffening as his breath tickled the shell of her ear. 

“I knew you’d recognize me.” He purred, hand sliding around her waist. Elora gritted her teeth and turned to raise her arm but Tyler grabbed her wrist, silver eyes shining in the moonlight. His grip tightened and turned, twisting her towards him and making her hiss. His face was only inches from hers, eyes dragging across her features. 

“Ah, now we can’t have that, Your highness… we wouldn’t want anyone else to get hurt.” He sneered, and planted a gentle kiss on her nose.

“You are disgusting.” She snarled, and shoved away when his grip loosened. She didn’t need instruction before she started walking towards camp. Tyler followed close behind, his smoky wings leaving a trail as he walked behind her with a hand at the base of her own feathered ones. They walked to the clearing that her team had claimed as camp, and she had to stifle her gasp. 

Aidan and Nori were both restrained by two Grounders each. Elora didn’t recognize any of them, but their grips only tightened when her friends went still at the sight of her.

“Elora, no!” Nori grunted, breathless and brow sprinkled with sweat. His hazelnut eyes bore into hers with a heartbreaking sorrow, as if he already knew she had to go. That she had no choice. 

But she would always but him first, put Cardan and Aidan and her people first. As long as they were safe. 

Cardan was on the other side of the clearing, down on his knees. A lady Grounder was on top of him, knee digging into his spine as she held his arm at an unnatural angle above his head. She was down close to his ear, and it made her blood boil. 

“Welcome, Welcome, Miss Eagle!” Dayne drawled over the crowd. He stood directly in front of her, across the clearing that was seeming shorter and shorter the longer she stood there. She could never be far enough away from him. He began to stroll towards Cardan, eyes practically glowing with glee. He bend at the waist when he reached him, grabbing his blonde hair with slender fingers. Cardan didn’t exclaim as Dayne pulled his head up to look into his eyes, and his smile widened as he let his head drop back down. 

“I’m so glad you could join us, Princess. I was going to have some fun, but it seems you arrived just in time.” He sneered, and instead walked towards her. She stood her ground, not flinching when he took her face in a bruising hand. He scanned her face, but his gaze was much colder than Tyler’s. While Tyler made her sick to her stomach, Dayne brought a chilling fear that she couldn’t shake. 

She let him slide a pair of electric cuffs over her wrists, and Tyler released her as he attached a thin silver chain. He yanked the chain forward, and sent Elora sprawling. 

“No! Elora- mph!” Aidan shoved against those who held him, receiving only a knee to the gut in return. Elora spat dirt, the grit making her grimace. 

“Now let them go.” She growled, standing back up with the help of Tyler at her elbow. She turned to Nori and Aidan, followed by Cardan, when her left wrist cuff pricked her inner arm. She gasped, and turned on Dayne. 

“You told me you’d release them, now do it.” 

“Oh Princess,” Dayne chuckled, that same laugh sending chills down her spine, “You must learn not to believe everything you hear.” 

Elora pulled hard against the chain and it slid from Dayne’s hands. Tyler reached out to grab her, but she dodged away and ran to Cardan. She easily knocked the girl off her, and he raced to Aidan and Nori. Elora tried to follow, but Tyler was already on top of her. He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, beginning to run with Dayne back the way they had come. She shrieked and wailed on Tyler from the back and front, flapping her wings, but his grip was strong as iron. 

“You promised!” She screamed, though she felt her energy draining, “You said you would release them!” 

She wasn’t granted a response as cotton filled her ears. Her fighting slowed and eventually fell to nothing. Dark rings and spots covered her vision, and her limbs stopped responding. Tyler vibrated under her, but she couldn’t tell if he was laughing or speaking. She was fading away, and soon her head fell against Tyler’s strong back. Her eyes closed, and she fell down into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

#whump prompts #ask #hero x villain #Golden Ashes #My book #hero trope #winged whumpee #winged species #Fae #Grounder #Writing #creative writing #writer #writeblr #writing community #whump writing #hero #villain #heroes and villains #writing snippet #villain x hero #Elora #Nori #Aidan #Cardan #Dayne #Tyler #i'm alive i swear

[veebs-hates-video-games]

I keep threatening to say something about Xenoblade Chronicles 3, but it keeps not happening. I either can't figure out what I want to write or am unable to actually write it, like I'll have an idea and then sit up, but that'll make my head get weird and make me give up on it for the rest of the day. Again.

I think I finally figured out what I want to talk about though, and if I can make it through 265 hours of the game itself (plus another 35 on Future Redeemed, the standalone DLC story) I can probably handle writing a single post about it, even if it takes me a few tries across several months and turns into kind of a retrospective on the entire series.

As a brief intro for context, in the summer of 2022 when the game came out my health had reached a new low point, even compared to the already not great lows it's been at other times in my life, and XC3 is honestly probably one of the reasons I'm still here now. And I don't just mean on Tumblr.

Ok, maybe that's a little too brief. I have a weird and wacky combination of physical/psych/neuro things that have been going on for years, but up until 2020 they were only partially disabling and left me moderately functional and still fairly happy, and they seemed to be improving for a change. Since that summer they've all been gradually going downhill though, and I've at least for the time being ended up basically completely disabled and unable to do a lot of basic things in my life, and I haven't been having a great time with it.

It doesn't help that I've gotten the absolute bare minimum support for a lot of it (or sometimes even less than that) because most of my doctors retired or moved or changed jobs in the past couple years, and along with it taking forever to get set up with new ones a lot of the new ones have been extremely reluctant to actually address any of my needs. It's super cool to not only get next to zero help with any of the new problems that came up but also not be able to get prescriptions for any of my psych meds and be effectively forcibly detransitioned. That's starting to slowly turn around now, but only barely.

Anyway, by the beginning of the summer of 2022 I was at the point where I was having periods where I was having trouble forming coherent sentences some of the time, and while my brain generating gibberish like "aspirational truth-pissing" or "post-kneecap society" is very funny (to me at least), it's not super useful. I'd become pretty isolated, a lot of friendships and relationships had become pretty distant for various reasons, and I'd had to move back in with the one person who actually abused me (which is pretty far in the past but still pretty uncomfortable).

Basically my life had next to nothing going for it at that point, not much was showing any signs of improving, and it was pretty hard to find anything to look forward to.

(ok so maybe that ended up being not so brief because I don't talk about all that stuff much and apparently I have a lot of feelings about it)

Good news, though! There's a new game coming out in my favorite series!

I have a long and complicated relationship with the Xeno games. I first played Xenogears before Xenosaga was even out, but I never finished it because some of the jankiness frustrated me (and I'm replaying it now and those things about it have aged really poorly, but it's still plenty interesting otherwise). And then I never really played Xenosaga myself (although it's probably next in line after I eventually finish Xenogears) because I never had a PS2, but I had friends who were super into it that I absorbed everything from.

And then by the time the first Xenoblade came out my Wii had already died. A couple years later I had a computer that could emulate it though, so I played it in Dolphin with the HD texture mod...until about halfway through the game, when my CPU caught on fire. A friend gave me a free replacement, but it was slower and didn't run stuff like that nearly as well, so I held off on finishing it until 2020 when I finally could afford new computer stuff (mostly because I had to spend some of my SSI backpay because you're only allowed to have at most $2000 in your bank account at any given time because this country hates disabled people).

And of course it was great.

And then I grabbed the Switch version so I could play Future Connected, which was also great, and then quickly moved on to Xenoblade Chronicles 2 after that...and then stopped playing that one for several months because Tora really grated on me. I think "blushy-crushy" is the point I gave up at. Thankfully I went back to it a bit later, because aside from that and some of the overly horny character designs it's pretty great overall, and Torna completely recontextualizes so much stuff and makes the base game even better.

I even played some of X, and I would've finished it too if my save hadn't gotten corrupted. Maybe some day I'll figure out how to use a memory editor or something to fix it, because it seems almost fine, and I don't really want to replay 70 hours of it...

So I was understandably pretty excited by the surprise announcement in early 2022 of the third game and then its release date getting pushed up even sooner, and even though my life had imploded further by that summer, some of that feeling carried through.

And you know what? Xenoblade Chronicles 3: also great. I know, big surprise. It looks great and the music's great and the actual gameplay is great (and much better explained than in the previous game), and all of that is great and has already been said by a million other people.

And they've also all had plenty to say about how the characters and their interactions and development are great, generally handled even better than in any of the previous games, and how the side quests are mostly great and actually advance character growth and world building, unlike a lot of them in the first game.

And then also lots of people have had lots to say about their mixed feelings about the story itself and its ending, which some people didn't like for what it didn't answer but which I personally did for the things it did focus on and the general vibes, and then there's been plenty of wild speculation on the implications of Future Redeemed too.

But it wasn't until I finished Future Redeemed and sat on it for a while that I think I figured out what I have to say.

I think what hit me the most about it is the way it expands on the base game and rest of the series, not in the literal narrative way that I've seen most people talking about (although that's definitely fun too) but more in terms of how it made me think about the third game and the series as a whole thematically.

By giving more context and more info about the motivations for the different sides of the conflict (and also introducing another side) it got me thinking about how the entire series can be looked at as how we (or anyone) approach the future, and it doesn't really frame any of the possible ways of doing that as inherently correct and unquestionable.

The central conflicts of each of the games are all about who gets to decide what the future will be and which people and ideas from the past/present should be brought into that future. The settings and situations they find themselves having to make those decisions in are also all the result of previous people's decisions and what was inherited from the past.

Is the future predetermined, or do/should people have free will to make their own choices? Should those choices be individual or collective or by a single central entity? If the outcomes of those decisions turn out to be flawed should they keep pursuing it and stick to the original vision or should it be replaced by something else? If there's been so much pain and suffering and loss in the past, is a future even desirable? Which existing things should be preserved, or should we just start over entirely?

And generally there's more than one answer presented for each of those questions, and often there's even more than one different way of approaching the same answer shown, e.g. you can have no future by preserving the present indefinitely so nothing changes and nothing is lost, or you can just delete fucking everything.

Even answers to those questions that are implicitly endorsed in one game by being associated with the protagonists of its story may turn out later to have more nuance to them. Ok, predestination and fate suck and we should all have free will to make our own choices. But now what if people use that free will to choose things based on fear and anxiety that ultimately restrict other people's free will and choices?

There's no simple answer, no one correct solution, and it takes continued hard work to push the world forward towards a better place. Even when people don't know or even can't know what led the world to the state it's in and all they know is that the way it is is cruel and unfair, they have the ability to come to their own conclusions about the answers of those questions and can work together with like-minded people they find to try to change the world to make it more like what they envision.

And that's real and how things work in reality too. We inherited the world in the state it's in from the people before us, who made their own decisions about those things. Sometimes it was genuinely what they thought would be best for everyone, sometimes it was lashing out because they'd been hurt, sometimes it was someone who didn't care about anyone but themself. But no matter what the reasons, it ultimately is the way it is, and we have to take that and do with it what we will.

Only we, the people who are here right now, can decide what the future will be. Only we can use the power of friendship to kill god. Or heck, you spend half the game in XC3 literally building mutual aid networks. That seems like a pretty reasonable place to start.

#xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles 3 #sort of

[aceinacloset]

Honest opinion of security breach since ruin is coming out and I'm not as excited as I feel I should be.

I have liked FNAF and been into it since it's spike in popularity and the release of FNAF 2 solidified my stay in the community, but since fnaf’s recent release Security Breach and the story that game is building I have not been as excited for Ruin as many others in the community are. So if this post seams very critical that is why.

This post will go into my personal experience playing Security Breach and my pessimism with Ruin because of it. (Also I got this game as a Christmas gift so yeah that's fun.)

Ok a bit of backstory, I finally got this game back in December of 2022 on the 24th, due to my limiting computer and my only console being an Xbox, I had to wait a whole year to play it for myself which may suck but I got to avoid the terrible game breaking Bugs and Glitches so that's nice at least (I was aware of the mixed reception but I wanted to play it for myself before I start having an opinion of the game). I played up to the office in El chips for the second security bag and stopped for the night. These are my positives and negatives of that section of the game I played.

The section up to 12 am was actually good with no problems except one, which has probably been said already but I never really used sound distractions after the segment with Chica in the bathroom.  Soooooo why is that a mechanic?

Also I’m gonna say it now I hate the pop up boxes, I had to turn them off they were so freaking annoying.

I like the section in the lobby. It's the only time where I was anxious about getting caught by the staff bots and the animatronics as well.

The daycare was one of my favorite sections. It took me a bit even with the colored wires because I'm dumb, but other than that it was a solid section.

MOON IS UNDERUTILIZED

VANNY IS UNDERUTILIZED

I would pick it up tomorrow on the 25th and play up to the Faz-cade section and get stuck, this is where the major problems struck. The game is bad at directions, even with the map and cams I had no idea where TF I was going half the time unless I had seen it already and even with that I can still get stuck. Pathing for the Animatronics suck same with the staff bots, they either have such small paths you can avoid them completely or get caught no matter what. This game also has a hard on for bombarding you with Staff Bot's and Endos, it like they have so little faith in there own animatronics AI. ok on to my opinion.

The Superstar-cade is fine, just hard to maneuver through with the staff bot’s…the mini music man is neat.

The office section is nice

I find the VIP fire escapes info weird, like why would you have one of the only fire escapes in the building limited to VIP’s?!?!?! How has this plex remained open?...oh wait.

VANESSA IS SO UNDERUTILIZED 

Freddy died

The backstage section with Roxy is fine, except for the staff bots.

That other office section with the shockable doors is fine but kinda short.

Putting the disc in the sound booth is a pain in the ass half the time because of Roxy’s small as shit path, she circles one small bit of a wide area.

The Endo section I would say is great, but it’s just fine because they use the endos in other areas which ruins their effectiveness for me.

I hate the parts and service sections because of the simons says color shit, like why couldn’t you just do what Help Wanted did?! 

MOON IS UNDERUTILIZED

So I picked decommissioning Monty first and I’m inclined to believe that was what the developers expected players to do, since Monty is immune to both the faz-cam and fazer-blaster so it would be smarter to get rid of him first, but you are only told this info when getting the faz-cam.  Why not just tell us out right because getting rid of Monty first is so much easier…anyway

Monty gulf would be better if you could actually play it, I'm not talking about the arcade machine I'm talking about the multiple different holes around the area…also would have more fun traversing the area if Staff Bots weren't constantly on my ass.

Mazersize can fuck off I hate this maze puzzle, I'm not even bad at puzzles but this was impossible for me to complete without a walkthrough.  And the "answer" message is not helpful either. The Mazersize location is really pretty though...

Fazbear theater is fine minus the Staff Bots and endos.

Monty's "boss" fight was alright, his AI is kinda stupid but it's alright.

I hate the parts and service mini games.

MOON IS UNDERUTILIZED

Roxy raceway is nice, but I forget Roxy is even there because of all the Staff Bots strewn everywhere.

We don't talk about the Staff bot circling a forklift.

Why do I have to fix the Staff bot head for the cart, like who is going to stop me from driving the cart other then Freddy.  Gregory is fully ok with decommissioning the Glamrocks but draws the line at this…

Freddy calls it the west arcade when he could have just said the Faz-cade, because I didn't know what he meant at first because there are quite a few arcades in this plex… maybe I'm dumb.

Like I said I got stuck on the Fazcade section for quite a while and here were the main issues I ran into.  The amount of Staff Bots and the lay out of the arcades makes it really hard to travers without getting caught by a staff bot, when I pull the leaver by DJ Chica could see me from the other floor, I got DJ stuck in his bathroom searching animation by pulling the lever in the bathroom and leaving immediately after (not a complaint more something you could exploit if you wanted.), I pulled the lever on the top floor last. I frequently got stuck at this last lever before the one in the back. Gregory is slow as hell and unless you get speed upgrades you are forever slow, and worst of all there is no auto save at all, not when you pull the lever by DJ's stage nothing. 

After many deaths I finally completed this section and could get Roxy eyes, I have a very small amount of things to say about Roxy's decommissioning and getting to the exit.  I will then talk about the stuff I did after 6am as well as all the endings ranked.

I love Shattered Roxy, they RUINED her in the DLC (hehe get it 'Ruined'...I'll see myself out 🚶‍♀️)

Why is there a room on fire, like what?! It's the only room on fire.

I hate the parts and service mini games.

I find the Roxy upgrade underwhelming like messages said she could see bots through walls…why don't we get that? (Freddy would be too op.)

VANESSA IS UNDERUTILIZED 

MOON IS UNDERUTILIZED

Why does Freddy now know about Vanny? When did he learn about her? What do you mean 'more disappearances' you only learn that info when we get the bad ending, am I missing something? Did I miss something? wait what do you mean all save stations will be deactivated...

Stuff after 6 am was not too difficult ( with the update that gave us one save station on the central balcony, Which doesn't fix the problem, devs.)

Fazer-blaster would be nice if Chica wasn't there.

The whole 'Vanessa is Vanny' dialogue when finding her hideout is so dumb, because stuff like that in most mysteries would be what would lead you to a false conclusion, But no, that is just the right conclusion.

Also as if most of us didn't know already

Bonnie Bowl is so pretty like my God, I want to go there.

I hate the staff bots and endos.

Decommissioning Chica is so easy

I love shattered Chica, she looks like melted cheese In ruin, love her 😍

Not a fan of the garbage section, too short, also Vanny apparently appears in this section…

I hate the sticky note room, fuck that room.

Chica's voice box is so useless

The endings in order from my favorite to my least favorite are…

Bad ending/ Run away ending

Disassemble Vanny ending

Princess quest ending

Drive away ending

Rooftop ending

Burntrap ending

I'll talk about why the endings are ranked this way in a future post, but anyway onto my pessimism with ruin.

One of my reasons for my pessimism is people constantly Saying it will add all removed stuff back into Security Breach, which can't be done, the damage is done, security breach is out and they said so themselves after the last patch 'we are happy with the way the game stands'…I want the removed stuff added back in but it just won't happen.  People saying ruin will answer the questions the security breaches story left, first of all what story?! and second of all you have those tales from the plex books that are already doing it, badly but doing it.

My main reason for my pessimism though is by how much Security Breach really Disappointed me.  I was excited for about two years. I was there to see one of its trailers on one of dawkos streams, I was hyped.  My hopes got crushed and it just can't be raised back up so easily this time.  I have hope for the movie and HW 2, but not Ruin.

Hope you enjoyed this post and maybe even resonate with me and my perspective of security breach and ruin, I will still talk about ruin but not with blind enthusiasm.

#fnaf #aceinacloset rambles #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #text post #im tired aaaaaaaaaa #hope you liked the ramblings of a clown obsessed gremlin #I'm hoping ruin is good so I'm just being overly pessimistic #please steel wool prove me wrong #a post will be made about my opinion of security breaches story as well as a more detailed post about my opinion of all the endings

[nocturnalazure]

Lengthy explanatory note

I hope the whole scene somehow conveys the idea that it was, both for Laurie and Erik but also for myself, a very slow burn that had gradually become unbearable. I've hesitated for a long time to have them cross that line. I liked keeping it blurry, I thought ambiguity added a layer to their relationship, which was already special to begin with. It is not so much a matter of sexual orientation. They cannot really define their relationship because ‘friends’ doesn’t cover it and sounds odd to both of them. So... more than friendship and ambiguous? What could it be?

Before characters become a couple in the story, I usually check on their chemistry by testing out some romantic interactions with them. With Laurie and Erik, my computer almost caught fire. Repeatedly.

I hesitated until the very last moment, because it was really not part of the plan, and just supposed to be a fun AU. And then it was never the right moment. Honestly there never would have been a right moment. When it finally came to the point where we’re at, I knew I just had to go all the way. There had been so much tension in their interactions lately, it was begging to be released. And it was, in a pretty intense way.

This was by far the steamiest, most hardcore and longest sex scene I've ever written. And I haven't even included all the shots. Guess that’s what happens when there is a lot of accumulated frustration.

I could have actually posted it on Tumblr: the drafts I’d prepared had not been flagged, probably because Laurie keeps his shirt on the whole time and the panels do not show any sensitive parts of the anatomy. But it’s still very graphic and you know... I’d rather give you the choice.

I usually correct a couple of things here and there, but for this whole update... I edited 28 pages, changing one word or a sentence at the last moment.

As for what comes next between them... As Laurie said, it’s pretty much a dead-end. In the unforgiving underworld that they live in and in their respective positions, it’s not like they can become a couple and be happy forever after. There’s a legacy to take care of, and it’s been hard enough for them to get there without adding emotional complications. So yeah, the aftermath will be awkward. Laurie has by nature a lot of self-control and is used to hide his real feelings. But Erik has always been the needy one, looking for physical contact. When he said he always fell for people out of his league, that had applied to Delia (who is older than him), applies now to Gloria... and also to Laurie. He’s bound to have a harder time coping with it. But then again, he has promised Laurie that he wouldn’t tell a soul and just pretend, and a promise made to Laurie is absolute to him. So... we'll see how he fares.

I don’t know yet where this will take them but my hope (and Laurie’s) is that, with that sexual tension gone, they can sort of move on and get involved with other people. I love them together, mind you. But I also love conflict and impossibly complicated love stories. ;)

One last thing I’d like to draw your attention on is that Erik has called Laurie 'Lau' several times towards the end of the update. :) That is intentional, and I know it’s, like, the diminutive of what is already a diminutive, and it probably sounds weird to English native speakers, but I don't care because I absolutely love the way it sounds! :D It's such a sweet way of having some degree of intimacy without being too obvious.

Anyways.

THE LAURIK SHIP IS IN FULL SAIL!!!

I’m warning you... Now that it’s out in the open, I won’t be able to shut up about it.

#text post #character development #erik zay #laurie golzine

[rackartyg]

it continues to astound me how people my age … just kinda don’t know how to use computers. like, i was born in 2001, right? i’m an “older gen z”. what is it they say, “digital natives”? there is a significant portion of my age cohort that is proficient with computers, but the rest just aren’t. and the non-proficient share goes up and up and up the later the birth years get. it’s not that they don’t use information technology, they use it every day, but it’s phones and tablets and, at most, for school, chromebooks, which are computer-shaped but not much else. like, mostly i’m thinking about file systems. people don’t understand them.

i probably wouldn’t either if it weren’t for the fact that since i was a small kid i’ve been into (1) pc gaming and more importantly installing mods for pc games, and (2) writing, starting out with word 2004 as my primary word processor, because my dad had an old license lying around around the time i started writing longer stuff that wasn’t practical to keep in physical notebooks, and only moving on to google docs and cloud storage in my teens, when school forcibly assigned me a chromebook that i HATED because it is literally just a glorified internet terminal. that’s all it does.

like, it was modding minecraft back in 2012 when it was actually a bit difficult that taught me the basics of How Puter Work. so i was wrangling files and directories starting at, like, nine or ten years old. i used the family desktop and it sat at windows xp for so long we skipped vista entirely, because xp was fine and upgrading cost money, until i modded minecraft too hard and it caught fire and we had to replace it lmao

so i’ve always just assumed everyone else my age knew roughly as much as i did, that i wasn’t particularly adept, just kinda lower end of average. but nope! for my age cohort, i’m actually a genius! just the fact that i sometimes have intuitions about what might be wrong, and don’t need to consult the kinda arcane manuals every time, because i’ve troubleshot PCs enough times on my own, makes me a god among mortals. and i’m only slightly exaggerating.

this effect is even more pronounced for my little brother (2004). he knows more than me tbh, especially hardware-wise. and on the software end he has more practical knowledge than me, i’ve gotten kinda complacent. back in the day, i modded our minecraft clients and he set up servers for us on our raspberry pi. (we had to limit the world to a like 500x500 block square otherwise it would melt lol.)

meanwhile his friends can barely manoeuvre chromeOS because they’re used to the even more locked-down iOS. if a program isn’t on the app store, they have no idea how to install it. what’s the ‘downloads directory’. and my friends are like this too! even the very online ones! especially the very online ones! it’s so fucked!

#this was prompted by a reddit post as well as sims 4 modding and cc moving to curseforge #which is only ‘easier’ if you want EA to nanny your game even MORE #literally there’s nothing as easy as installing mods for sims 4. what the fuck #and you know i 🏴‍☠️ that shit and on the site i use for that sims players keep making absolute FOOLS of themselves #they don’t know what a zip file is. mainly because they can’t see the file type extension because windows hides that by default now #im guessing #people going into hysterics over a .bat file in the comments section #it’s EXTREMELY embarrassing #she speaks #simsbloggin #young woman yells at cloud? #a tentative entry into girl gamerhood #the only reason i got into pc games was because my parents did not want my brother and i to play video games at all #or at least as little as possible #so they were never going to buy a console. but the family pc was already there #so they could not stop me #… and then years down the line they ended up helping to finxance leagues more expensive gaming pcs #my birthday present a couple of years ago was 75% of my graphics card lolololol #my current pc which tbf is a monster and hilariously overkill for most games i play cost 24k SEK which was all my money at the time #like. all of it. #i had been saving for YEARS #oh! we did get a wii. in like 2012. mainly because it had movement games on it i think #like just dance and shit

[leetlbug]

Told some coworkers that I was actually diagnosed with pyromania, that was fun.

"do you actually go out and burn things? When was the last time you did?"

"two days ago? Maybe three? Either Monday or Tuesday, some time around there"

"have you burned down any buildings?"

"a couple, but only the abandoned ones"

"are you sure they're abandoned?"

"I usually do walk throughs and look for any people before I do anything. If there are no signs of houseless people, I usually hit it, but if it looks like someone lives there, I tend to leave it alone."

"have you ever gotten caught?"

"yes, but not here. I don't tend to stick around long, not unless it's a bigger structure."

"have you gone to jail for it?"

"the last time that happened was like ten years ago, and I wasn't there very long. The only punishment I got out of it was losing car privileges and computer privileges for a month."

"that's neat."

"it's a problem, it was really bad growing up, then I got on some medication and stopped actively starting fires, but it really picked up again within the past twoish years. No idea what happened."

"do people know?"

"some. My family knows, my room mate knows, my therapist knows, so does my psychiatrist, my closest friends know, and a few of my other coworkers know."

"well, if we ever decide we need to have a few weeks/months off from work, at least we know who to call."

"I can't do that, aside from upper management, I actually like this job, it makes the autism brain go 'brrrrrrrr"

Then they had to go back inside because their break was over. That's the most questions anyone has ever asked me about it. I don't usually talk about things much unless it's with my therapist I don't think, aside from blabbing to my pyro blog's three followers :v

#it was like an ama but for pyromania #pyromania

[wowbright]

Fic: Blessing

Found a very old thing while looking for something on my computer today. Not sure why this didn't make it into Small Things. Maybe I ran out of time and thought this was to sketch-like?

Anyway, here’s around 850 words of Mormon!Kurt going to get his patriarchal blessing.

Need context? Here's my Mormon!Klaine Masterpost. (More recent posts are in bold.)

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When Kurt's a junior in high school, after his dad and Carole get married, he comes out to his dad and his bishop. They're all like Jesus, loving him no matter what. Kurt's hasn't felt this safe since he was a kid.

"I've been praying about you," Bishop Longquist says to Kurt one Sunday a few weeks after Kurt comes out. "I think it's time you had your patriarchal blessing."

A patriarchal blessing only comes once in a person's lifetime. It's a piece of personalized Scripture, delivered from God to a faithful member of the church by an ordained member of the priesthood called a patriarch.

Kurt is caught off guard. "I thought-- Shouldn't I wait until I'm ready to go on my mission?"

"The time to hear the Lord's guidance for your life is now, don't you think?"

"But I'm ..." They're in the hallway. A group of women stand outside the Relief Society room. Boys are filing past them in twos and threes to priesthood quorum. He lowers his voice. "My problem."

Bishop Longquist smiles. It's a sad, knowing smile, full of love and carrying the weight of the world with it because of that love. "You're worthy, Kurt."

A few weeks later, Kurt and Burt and Carole drive up to Toledo to where the patriarch lives. Kurt's never met him before. His house is large, practically a mansion, and overlooking Maumee Bay. The patriarch's wife is in a pink rayon dress with front pleats. She wears pearls around her neck. She guides them to the home office and sets glasses of ice water on coasters that line the edge of the patriarch's desk.

The patriarch himself has white hair, white skin, and a dark suit with an understated gray silk tie. He's exactly what Kurt expected.

They talk for a few minutes about school and Kurt's longing to go on a mission. Kurt doesn't mention fashion or Glee club or the fact that he finds so much beauty in other boys. He keeps the talk safe, to things one wouldn't be ashamed to mention at a fast and testimony meeting. He can't bring himself to let go of Carole's hand, even though his own is raining sweat.

Then the patriarch says a short prayer as they sit on opposite sides of the desk, inviting the Holy Ghost to be with them. He asks Kurt to pray, too. Kurt's so nervous, he has no idea what he says. Something rote, he's certain, but that's okay. Heavenly Father hears those prayers just as clearly as the spontaneous ones. Just because it follows a pattern doesn't mean it's not heartfelt.

Then it's time. Burt and Carole scoot their chairs back a little to give the patriarch room. The patriarch's wife sets a digital recorder on top of the desk and makes sure it's on so the blessing can be typed up later for Kurt to keep with his Scriptures. Kurt takes deep breath after deep breath, preparing himself for the moment the patriarch is going to lay his hands on him. Even after all these years in the church, he can't get used to strangers touching him. His body wasn't wired that way, to be eager for human touch. Not unless it's someone who knows him inside and out, like his mom and Dad and Carole, and sometimes Mercedes.

But the sacredness of this moment overrides Kurt's inhibitions. He closes his eyes and bows his head, feels the warmth of the patriarch's hands radiating near him before they actually make contact. They're so warm, Kurt thinks of fire, and then The Spirit of God like a fire is burning! It's the first line of a hymn Kurt's been singing before he even knew how to read, and when the next lines follow--The latter-day glory begins to come forth; The visions and blessings of old are returning--he knows the Holy Ghost is already there with them in the room, in Kurt's heart, witnessing that this blessing is from God.

Kurt feels the words more then hears them. He has flashes of his past and his future: the safety of the preexistence, living beside his Heavenly Parents without fear or desire; the comfort of sitting in his mother's lap when she was still alive, him so small and her so large and all-encompassing; a solid hug from his father; the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement as he walks alongside his missionary companion, an indescribable warmth in his heart; pink sunlight bathing the interior walls of temple rooms he's only imagined but never seen; the squirming solidity of children in his arms, his children, when they come home for the first time; a hand holding his, firm and loving and the same size as his, its pads fitting perfectly into the grooves of his own palm; a man's voice--not his father's, not the patriarch's--a voice Kurt can't place and yet feels like home to him, saying, "God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him."

There's silence for a minute after the patriarch is done speaking. Kurt keeps his eyes closed and lets the emotions settle inside him.

#mormon!klaine #mormon!kurt #wowbright writes fic #glee fic #klaine fanfiction

[soriaryl]

Home Sweet Dystopia

What makes a home? Cutesy sayings and embroidered wall hangings claim it as “Home is where the heart is” and “Home Sweet Home.” According to Metallica’s “Wherever I May Roam,” home is “where I lay my head,” (Hetfield). Then there is the idea that when someone clicks teir red heels together, and say, “There’s no place like home” three times, they will return to Kansas (Fleming). All are true, in some regard, according to some dystopian literature. This is even more true when that place a person claims as their home is destroyed through the apocalypse or the shenanigans of other humans. Whether people look back at their home as somewhere that brings excitement, distain, pleasure, or misery is dependent on what happened to and with that home.

In Wall-E, home is both on and off the Earth. For the main character, Wall-E, home is where he collects his treasures and hides when there is a sandstorm. For the humans, their home is on the Axiom for the past seven hundred years. They have been drifting through space, without a care in the world, as their ride around in their hovering chairs, consuming everything that Buy ‘n Large tells them to. Once the plant is discovered, and Captain McCrea starts his research into the life on Earth, he believes he has found something that was missing in his heart. He acts like a child who is worried about being caught awake by his parents while he reads the next chapter in an interesting book, while he learns about Earth. He even stands up, despite his decreased muscle mass and bone density, and fights off the villainous Auto-Pilot just for the chance to find that elusive home that humanity has been waiting to return to from aboard their ships. They return to “Home Sweet Home” (Stanton).

This is in direct contrast to Ken Liu’s “A Perfect Match” and Caitlín Kiernan’s “The Pearl Diver.” In these two short stories, home is no longer a place to rest and relax. For the “Pearl Diver,” Farasha Kim is the main protagonist who can never leave her life at the office, since her job is always watching her computer’s movements online. She is not only fired, but practically blacklisted because she chose to open an email from an unknown source and accidentally deleted a work one while getting rid of the offending email (Kiernan).

Then in “A Perfect Match,” the two main characters, Sai and Jenny, try to destroy Tilly, a listening device used to give suggestions for capitalistic purposes. Even though they fail, they are left with never being ‘alone’ in the places that should have been their sanctuaries away from everything of the outside world. Tilly is always watching with her unending red light and listening with her ever-present microphone turned on (Adams).

These two stories show what happens when the line between work and home is blurred further. As a society, this is happening already. With the advent of instant messaging and the constant expectation of cell phones always being on someone, even when people return home for the night, they are never truly off the clock. Add in things like working from home, where the worker never leaves their actual job at the office anymore, and it becomes a recipe for the start of a dystopian story. “Home Sweet Office” and “Home is where the AI is” would be better sayings for these stories.

At least these stories had homes that people could return to. In both Zone One by Colson Whitehead and Oryx and Crake and Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood, Mark and Snowman do not have homes in the traditional sense. Not anymore. Not since their lives were torn asunder by a plague that turned people into zombie-like creatures or killed everyone that had not been inoculated against it. They are the very definition of “Everywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home” (Hetfield).

In Zone One Mark talks about his Uncle Lloyd’s apartment, going into great detail about it. He grew up wishing he had a place like that to live in, including dreaming about it while he is with his team to destroy Skels. At night, his team ends up sleeping wherever is deemed safe. This is on top of their normal Camp Wonton within Zone One. Mark had been through so many different Camps and hideaways, never staying for too long, even if it was not by choice (Whitehead).

In Oryx and Crake, there are two character names held by the same man. Jimmy is the young man, naïve, and growing up. Snowman is who Jimmy becomes after Crake unleashes the virus to kill the human population. Jimmy had a home, starting with his family, then after college, and finally at Crake’s Paradice. After the massacre that occurred through the psychopathic machinations of Crake, Snowman’s home is no longer a building or even a person, like Oryx. His home is near the Crakers, in the fulfillment of the promise he made to both Crake and Oryx (Atwood).

Home is not just a place. It can also be seen as where family and friends are. Even if there was no building surrounding them. For Mark, ‘home’ can be said that his home is where his current team and friends are. After they die or go missing, and then Camp Wonton fell, he searches for the next place for him to call his home, even if it was wading into the hordes of Skels in an elaborate suicide (Whitehead). For Snowman, his home was Oryx. She was the one he loved and wanted to be with for the rest of his life. He found, within her heart, the place where he belongs. Then she dies alongside Crake, and Snowman found himself as the Crakers’ keeper, finding his new home as their defender and prophet to their God of Crake (Atwood).

Home is complicated. It can either be a place of hope, like in Wall-E, a place where you will never find peace, as in “The Pearl Diver” and “A Perfect Match,” or even a person or group of people, like Zone One and Oryx and Crake. It is never the same between people, as it is a private choice and place for every person. Home may be where the heart is, but it can also be where Death lies in some of the more grim dystopia fiction.

Works Cited:

Adams, John Joseph, et al. Brave New Worlds: Dystopian Stories. Night Shade Books, 2012.

Hetfield, James. “Wherever I May Roam.” Bob Rock; James Hetfield; Lars Ulrich, Lars’ Recording Studio, Los Angles, CA, 13 Aug. 1990.

Kiernan, Caitlín. “The Pearl Diver.” Brave New Worlds, edited by John Joseph Adams, Ebook, Nightshade Books, 2012.

Langley, Noel, et al. The Wizard of Oz. Metro Goldwyn Mayer Presents, 1939.

Stanton, Andrew, et al. WALL-E. Amazon Prime Streaming Service, Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, 2008, www.amazon.com/Wall-Fred-Willard/dp/B003QTSMXE/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=wall-e&qid=1595209079&sr=8-2.

Whitehead, Colson. Zone One: a Novel. Gale Cengage Learning, 2012.

#BlackCatOrangeCatPub #Essay #SoriAryl

[erodasfishtacos]

It’s Just Me (mini blurb)

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It was a terrible twos kind of day. The kind of day when YN can’t tote Ivy along to a charity organization brunch because she would meltdown.

Harry had her in his office with him, she was sitting on a blanket Harry had laid out, and was quietly playing with her stuffed animals (mostly seals.)

Occasionally, she would babble to herself and get pissed of at her inatimate playmates, ending in her tossing it to the side.

He caught himself just staring at her, smiling as he watches the little human he and his soulmate created right in front of him.

When his phone rings, he automatically picks it up, professionally stating, “Styles.”

“Hi, this is Dan from Payroll,” The guys voice was already shaking and Harry knew he was about to get really pissed off.

“How can I help you?” He asks in a tone that’s was definitely did not sound like he wanted to provide any assistance.

There is a pregnant pause before Dan nearly stutters, “Er, I accidentally missed reviewing the marketing departments hours and they did not receive their last paycheck.”

Harry takes a very deep breathe because he wants to do what he normally would - scream through the phone at this idiot.

However, he can’t because his curly haired little baby is playing with her toys in the middle of the office with a smile.

“Please come up to my office,” Harry replies curtly before hanging up.

He gets up, goes over to his daughter, and squats in front of her, “Ivy, baby.”

She looks up at him with a toothy grin before reaching over to hand him a stuffed seal, “Play, daddy.”

Harry thumbs over a stray curl on her forehead, “Daddy can’t, my love. I need y’to go with Granny Dor for a little.”

Ivy had been very clinging to both YN and Harry recently. She had a fit when YN dropped her off, despite how happy she was to see her dad.

Her brows furrow, lips purse, and Harry has to laugh because she looks like a carbon copy of him with the sour face.

“Oh, no mean looks t’daddy,” He hums with his own frown, “S’just for a moment, m’dove.”

“No.”

“Ivy, y’need to listen.”

And Harry knows it coming, she sucks in a huge breathe and then just lets out a scream in protest of him.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, y’do not scream. Y’know better. Are we going to have to take a timeout or are you going to go sit nice with Dor?” Harry’s voice is still softer than he’d use with any of him employees but extremely firm to her.

“No timeout, daddy,” She mumbles, her volume decreasing significantly as she lowers her gaze from her father’s.

“Alright, then c’mon. Thank you for listening,” Harry praises, gathering up her toys for her and leading her into his waiting room where Dorothy is typing away on her computer.

“Dor, Dan is coming up and I need to have a private meaning. Will y’watch her for a little?”

Ivy is already clambering up into her lap, into the warmth of her arms, and nuzzling in - because Granny Dor spoiled her silly.

Harry rolls his eyes, muttering, “And you and YN say I spoil her too much. Bloody ridiculous.”

Dorothy just shoos him away, readjusting Ivy’s bow, and combing through her hair softly to simmer her down a little.

Dan trails in solemnly soon after to face his inevitable doom.

He sees his boss’ daughter perched on the secretary’s lap and he wonders how such a sweet little thing could be created from the demon of a man.

As Harry and Dan meet, Ivy gets wriggly and squirms off of Dorothy’s lap.

“Stay close,” She murmurs to the toddler as she picks up her phone to answer a call for Harry.

Of course, Ivy doesn’t listen, and she noticed that the door to her father’s office is cracked open just the littlest bit.

It’s enough for her to slip through the space between the heavy doors and toddles on, she’s blocked by the leather couches so Harry can’t see her.

“I have givin’ you so many fuckin’ chances!” Harry seethes angrily at his employee. His tone was more like a growl than anything else.

Ivy pauses, eyes widening in fear as she hears her dad speak in a frightening manner she’s never heard before.

“I…There was a coding error that I had been distracted with, it won’t happen again,” Dan insists, knowing he had actually committed a fireable offense.

“You are absolutely correct because you’re fucking fired,” Harry replies, no wavering in his raspy register.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Dan explodes, “It’s unfucking fair treatment! It was one mistake, you fuckin’ asshole!”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I can fuckin’ show you unfair treatment. Get the fuck out of my office and learn how to do your goddamn job,” Harry retorts, his voice rising as well.

Ivy is stuck in her spot, frozen in surprise at hearing the arguing and how mad her father sounded, voice echoing through the room.

“You listen to me-“

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Harry booms furiously, this employee managing to get a rise out of him.

“I was ju-“

Both the men pause when they hear a wail from behind the sofa and the sound of Ivy plopping herself on the ground.

Harry instantly is out from behind his desk and going to round the sofa in a flash with a rose of panic in his chest.

His heart drops when he sees his baby looking up at him with fear in her watery eyes and she’s literally shaking.

“Oh, baby. Did y’hear daddy bein’ loud?” Harry murmurs in his sweetest, comforting voice - uncaring of his employee hearing him.

Harry expects her to nod sadly and ask for a cuddle but she instead wriggles backwards when he goes to reach for her - out of his reach.

“Ivy, little dove, s’just y’daddy,” He tries again, sitting down in front of her - doesn’t even look up as Dan leaves quietly.

She’s scared though and has had never felt worse in his life as his daughter backs away from him until she’s getting to her wobbly feet.

He tries again, reaching his arms out, “Ivy Elizabeth, s’just daddy. M’sorry I scared you, bub.”

Ivy doesn’t budge, crying loudly with her face pinched up as hot tears run down her soft chubby cheeks.

Dorothy appears with a worried look, “I apologize, I thought she was by the table.”

“S’not your fault I’m a shitty father,” Harry mutters, standing back up and roughly brushing off his trousers.

“Oh Harry, she’s just a little frightened,” Dorothy hums, picking the girl up when she toddles quickly over to her.

Her dad trails over, “Ivy, m’love. Can you look at daddy?”

She refuses, digging her face into the woman’s shoulder, curls bouncing fiercely as she clings onto her.

Harry loved to be feared. Not like this though. Not by the child he’d literally jump in front of a train for without a second thought.

He would rather have her screaming, pitching fits, throwing toys rather than this. She was so scared that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let me take her on a little stroll, okay? See if I can calm her down a bit.”

—

Harry waits patiently for Dorothy to arrive back but he automatically hears his daughter’s steady stream of sniffles and whimpers.

He goes out to the waiting room to see her reentering the room, she sighs, “I think it’s time to call mummy.”

Harry had no idea how he was going to explain this to his wife. He was I trouble and he knew he deserved it.

“Hey H, is the bab okay?” YN greets warmly, chattering in the background.

“Er, she’s okay, just upset. Ivy accidentally walked in on me flipping out and firing an employee. Now she’s scared. Dor tried to calm her down and she doesn’t want to be near me right now.”

YN’s next words were calm, Harry however did not miss the sharp edge when she replies, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Then she hangs up on him.

Which she really never does unless she is really really upset.

—

When YN arrives, Ivy is sat on Dorothy’s lap with puffy eyes and her thumb tucked between her full lips, popping it out when she sees her mother.

“Mumma!” Ivy shrieks, tears beginning streaming down her face as she impatiently waits for her to cross the room and gives her a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Hi baby, give mummy one minute and then we’ll leave okay?” YN murmurs soothingly, thumbing of some of the tears.

Ivy nods but is standing next the secretary’s desk, waiting patiently with her thumb going right back between her lips again.

Harry’s sitting at his large oak table, looking like a guilty puppy as his wife comes in with a disapproving look on her face.

“Baby, m’sorr-“

“What the fuck, Harry? Why is our daughter out there terrified right now?” YN demands, crossing her arms to prove her anger.

“Some fuckin’ idiot messed somethin’ up and Ivy walked in while I cursed him out and fired him. She was hiding behind the couch. It was an accident,” He defends, bristling a bit.

“Even if the door was shut, she would have still heard you. You knew better than to act like that around our daughter.”

“I had to fire him,” Harry makes the lame excuse because he knows he’s in the wrong and he’s not always great at admitting he is.

“You were supposed to have Ivy for two hours and this happens. I have her all day everyday and I’ve need had an issue with controlling myself in front of others!” YN yells (quietly) at him.

“What the fuck is tha’ supposed to mean? Y’calling me a bad father? Y’have her all day with her because I work so that you can stay at home with her.”

YN rolls her eyes, “Well thank god for that, she’d be cursing and screaming at people all day everyday if she was with you all the time.”

Harry is thoroughly pissed at his wife and she is equally just as furious with him - it doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s bad.

“Y’got some fuckin’ nerve. Our baby is polite, well-mannered because of me too! Not just you, fuckin’ claiming all her good qualities,” He replies with a snarl.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” YN bites back, “I’m not one of your employees. Neither is Ivy despite you talking like that in front of her.”

Now she was just trying to push his buttons and it was well onto it’s way of working.

“Y’bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous! It was a accident and you’re acting like I did it on purpose! Fuckin’ hell!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are raising your voice at me but I’m leaving,” YN tells him, giving him one final glare before storming out of the office.

“Fuck!” He grunts, smacking cup of pens from his desk before slamming his fist on the desk.

—

Ivy was waiting patiently, whimpering when she sees her mum, and gesturing to be picked up, “It’s past your nap time, Vee.”

“Nap,” She lisps sadly, instantly curling into then familiarness that is her mother. Eyes instantly fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Dor,” YN whispers, blowing her a kiss, before trekking out of the office with the exhausted little girl.

—

Harry can’t handle the rest of the day, wants to go home, and make amends with his wife which leads him to heading out only an hour after them.

He finds YN in the den with the baby monitor propped on the coffee table, she’s watching a horror movie with a smoothie in hand.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry murmurs cautiously, loosening up his tie until it falls limp around his neck.

She glances over at him, sarcasm lacing her tone,“So you do know how to talk without yelling at me, hmm?”

His face falls, frowning, “Hey, lovie - don’t be like tha’. Y’gonna let me apologize?”

“Come scratch my back and I’ll hear you out,” She hums, keeping a serious face.

“Y’drive a hard bargain, m’heart. Show me y’tits,” Harry begins to smile, striding over and getting her no time before he’s pulling off her shirt and sports bra.

He sits down then gently lays her down on her tummy and she rests her head in his lap, cheek pressed against his thigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t thinkin’. Now I’m worried she’s gonna hate me forever,” Harry mumbles, using his blunt nails to trace up and down her back.

“You’re her favorite person. She’ll always love you more than anything,” YN tells him seriously, arching when he scratches an extra itchy spot.

“I hope so. I love her more than anythin’. A little mixture of how much we love each other. How much we worked to get her,” He sighs softly.

—

YN dozed off and Harry tucks a blanket around her bare chest.

When the baby monitor alerts that Ivy had woke up after quite a long nap, he takes a deep breath before walking up the staircase to his fate.

He’s preparing himself for her to scream and cry when she sees her monster of a father because he’d scared her so horribly.

But his mini just widens her green eyes and he looks at his world with bated breath, waiting for the scream or tears.

Instead, she just dimples happily at her father, and squeals with excitement, “Daddy! Hi Daddy, miss you!”

And just like that….

They’re best friends again.

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Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

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You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

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[artzee-bee]

Now and for eternity| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer ( netflix)

Request:” Can you write an imagine where Lucifer’s wife is like this well known social light that owns her own luxury fashion brand and she starts receiving gifts from an obsessed secret admirer and Lucifer is unknowingly being targeted by the secret admirer who is trying to kill Lucifer in order to get the reader and Lucifer thinks it’s his father trying to ‘strike’ him down for some unknown reason until Chloe point out someone that correlates with the readers secret admirer and Lucifer’s attacker. Feeling some type away about it Lucifer decides to taunt the secret admirer by upping the PDA and romantic gestures getting a kick out in it much to Chloe’s dismay. And once the secret admirer is caught Lucifer rubs it in their face that the reader is his for now and all of eternity before showing the secret admirer his true face. ”

Genre: fluff? I guess

Warnings:death threats, stalking, attempted murder

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It wasn’t unusual to receive gifts and flowers at your office. After all, with the job you worked and the wealthy people you collaborated with, the presents simply represented one of the many perks of being a designer. Except, one friday morning, while examining a particularly beautiful bouquet of pink lilies, you noticed the little card that came with it

“I know they are some of your favorite - <3 “

Usually, work associates would leave a name. Some way for you to know that they value your work and are thinking of you (and maybe to flatter you into giving them a discount), but there was no name on this card, just a tiny heart in a glittery, pink gel pen. Pink lilies were, indeed, your favorite.

You brought the flowers home and told your husband, Lucifer, all about the mysterious gift. You had talked to your secretary and even she didn’t know where the flowers came from, since no one came to drop off lilies that morning. You presumed the sender must have simply forgotten to sign the card, and perhaps your secretary had forgotten about them, with the busy morning she’d had. You and Lucifer had a laugh, imagining the shy and anxious intern that was probably assigned the job, and the scolding they’ll get when their boss finds out about their mistake.

The next morning, a box of your favorite chocolates were waiting for you on your desk. There wasn’t any note, just the same heart, written in the same glitter pen. You dismissed it as a weird coincidence and moved on to working on your designs.

Without you knowing, this also happened to be the first time Lucifer would be faced with a very interesting note. As he was getting ready to leave the police station, he noticed a piece of yellow paper, stuck to his windshield

“Back off of Y/N. Consider this your first and last warning” no signature. Anyone in Lucifer’s place would have lost their shit, but he paid it no mind. He was the devil after all! If anyone wants to take his precious Y/N away from him, well, they can try. It would make things all the more fun. He folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket before heading home.

The couple shared Y/N’s chocolates that night, talking about who this person might be. Lucifer wasn’t as amused as he had been the night before, if anything he was rather concerned but he didn’t want to say anything about the note to Y/N, because she would freak out. 

Nothing really happened for the next week. Anonymous gifts stopped showing up at Y/N’s office, Lucifer didn’t get any more notes and things were falling back in their place, until the day right after Y/N’s latest photoshoot went public and viral. It was all to promote her upcoming clothing line. As soon as she walked into the office the next day, she spotted a red, velvet box, the size of a notebook, in the middle of her desk. On top of it, a note written in the same glittery pink as the other gifts

“Congratulations on your new line. Those photos are gorgeous - J.P. <3”

Inside the box was a gorgeous diamond necklace, looking like it was worth millions. If you hadn’t been concerned about the sudden apparition of all these gifts so far, you sure were now. You immediately called your husband to tell him about the mysterious jewelry, but he didn’t pick up. Unbeknown to you, he was busy ranting to detective Decker.

“I mean, not to be dramatic, detective, but the situation does feel like it’s spiralling out of control. Death threats, sure, those come every other weekend, kind of like fanmail, y’know? But actual gun shots fired at my head, well, that’s where I draw the line.” he ended with a giggle. Lucifer was leaning on Decker’s desk as she was examining the bullet casings Lucifer had brought her from his apparent ‘attempted assasination’

“Where did this happen again?” she said, not taking her eyes off of her work

“Right by that coffee shop ms. Lopez always talks about. I may have lost a bet to her the other day and have to get her coffee for the rest of the week, so I was just exiting the shop when a masked man in a dark blue BMW zoomed by, pointing his gun at me and shooting blindly. I mean, that is the most basic attemp at murder I have ever witnessed. At least make it interesting!”

“Lucifer, if someone is out for your life, it’s serious business”

“Why would it be? It’s not like I can actually die, detective! Plus, it’s probably not that deep anyways. Just, dear old dad coming after me again for no particular reason. Very characteristic of him.”

“ You’re getting ahead of yourself. Whoever sent this wants you and Y/N apart, why would your dad want that?”

“Because he’s a prick who disagrees with everything and anything that makes me happy?” Lucifer concludes with an innocent smile “And, of course, Y/N being moral, our marriage goes against the heavenly rules of the almighty, so he’s trying to break us apart, but worry not detective! Me and Y/N are stronger and more in love than ever. My father will simply have to accept that. Nothing will break us apart” he said, puffing his chest out with confidence

“That’s good to hear Lucifer, but I still think we should stay open to different possibilities”

“Oh, come on detective, that would be a waste of our time. I know my father better than anyone, believe me when I tell you this is his hand and no one else's. Case closed! Now, let’s move to the next one! Chop chop detective, murders won’t solve themselves!” Lucifer said, marching out of the precinct. Chloe rolled her eyes at her partner, before hiding the bullets and the note in her desk and going after him.

Although it didn’t bother you, you couldn’t help but notice how much more touchy Lucifer had been with you, ever since the necklace incident. He needed to touch you at all times: when you were out for coffee, at lunch, at the station, in your office, in Lux. His hand was always either around your waist or tangled in yours. You felt sort of bad, thinking he must be a little insecure with this secret admirer being after you at all times, but you wanted him to know that you loved him more than anything and that no matter what, you would never leave him for a faceless man, no matter how many pearls and chocolates he bribes you with. And so, you decided to play along with him, giving him as much attention as you could. Your visits at the station almost doubled, you always cleared your schedule to make time for him and even decided to start work later in  the day than usual, so you could spend more time with him in the morning. 

One afternoon, as you were enjoying your time with Decker and Lucifer during their lunch time, one of the notes from your secret admirer slipped out of your pocket. You didn’t realise it until Chloe picked it up

“Oh, I was going to throw that out”

“Where’s this from?” she asked, studying the note

“Just one of this week's gifts” you confessed awkwardly. Without a second thought, the detective reached for her drawer, pulling out another note from inside and inspecting them side by side. Eventually, she placed them both in front of Lucifer

“Notice something interesting about the writing?”

“They are remarkably similar…”

“More like identical”

“What is that?” you asked, looking at the unknown note. Your heart sank as you read it

“I’ll explain everything at home dear, I swear” Lucifer said

“You’ve received death threats because of me?”

“I’ll tell you everything at home, I promise”

“You have initials…” Decker noticed

“Yeah, ever since my photoshoot, they’re present on every package”

“What floor is your office on again?”

“5th, why?”

“How can someone enter your office every morning without anyone, not even your secretary noticing, and exit just as mysteriously?” “Unless he found a different way in” Lucifer replied

“My window” you realise “You can step out directly onto the emergency staircase from there”

“He knew when to sneak in without being seen, so he must have known your schedule like the back of his hand. Who could know?”

“The only people who know it are my secretary and Lucifer”

“A stalker?” your husband suggested

“Maybe” Decker turned quickly to her computer “I’m going to check any business owners around that neighbourhood who could have had a close shot of when you enter and exit your studio, see if any initially match the ones on the notes. We’ll go from there” 

You thanked Chloe for the help and went home with Lucifer, who spent the entire car ride explaining the note to you and the events of the previous days. You were angry at him for keeping all of it away from you, but ultimately happy that he was safe. You spent the night drinking wine and rewatching all of your comfort movies, to calm your nerves.

You decided to try working from home for the next couple of days, too scared by the idea of a stranger following your every move. It was a challenging process but Lucifer did his best in helping you get accustomed to this new routine. His homemade meals could not compare to anything you would eat while in a meeting with your business associates. Plus, the company was much more delightful.

Chloe texted you, almost a week later, to come down to the station as quickly as possible. They had found the guy. You hopped into your car and when you finally arrived, Lucifer was waiting for you outside

“They found him?” 

“Yes dear, they did”

“How?”

“Well, as it turns out he lived in the apartment building next door. His living room window had a great view of everything happening in your office. We’ve found a week’s worth of gifts he was planning to deliver. It’s him for sure” 

“Thank you” you whispered before collapsing into Lucifer’s arms and hugging him tight

“It’s alright lovely. It’s over now. Let’s go see how the detective is handling it. I think they’re in the interrogation room now.”

From behind the glass, you watched the man that threatened your marriage and your husband's life, confess to everything. Admit to stalking you, in order to learn your schedule. Break into your office and open fire on Lucifer. More than enough to get him behind bars for a long time. Decker and Lucifer got up and were ready to leave, but your husband requested a couple of minutes alone with the man. The detective agreed, cautioning him to not do something stupid, before leaving them alone. Lucifer turned on his heels to face the man in handcuffs and you could instantly tell he was furious

“Truly an honorable try. Y/N is one of a kind, you were right about that, the only detail you missed is that, you see, she’s taken. By me” the mischievous smile on his face let you know that he was up to no good “Our bond is indestructible and it’s really laughable to think that you’ve risked so much to tear us apart when you didn’t stand a chance to begin with” Lucifer leaned over the table, now his back was facing you “Me and Y/N are, and forever will be, together. There is nothing you or anyone else can do to change that. She is mine and I am hers, now and for eternity” as his little speech came to an end, you noticed the man in handcuffs go pale with terror. He began shaking in his chair, screaming incoherently about the devil. Even tho you hadn’t see what your husband did, you could tell by the man’s reaction. You laughed to yourself, not even mad that Lucifer had used his devil face against this man. You would have done the same if you had the option.

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