#Oh I know you're going to get away with it (Decker)

[whateveriwant]

Can you please do Task force 141 finding out they’re having quintuplets! I’d imagine that they wouldn’t plan to have that many….at least not all at once 🧍���♀️

Ghost

When the technician points out the five distinct dots on the ultrasound, he immediately goes dead silent

I mean, he's always pretty quiet anyway, but this is like quiet quiet

He doesn't utter a single word for the rest of the appointment, nor on the ride back home for that matter

This has you more concerned than you care to admit because you know that, not that long ago, he didn't think he'd ever have (much less want) kids of his own some day

So now that he's learned he's about to have five? You can't imagine what's going through his mind right now

It isn't until you're walking through the front door that you're being stopped with a gentle hand tugging on your wrist

You turn to look at him and, without a word, he drops to his knees before you, rolling up the bottom of your shirt to expose your belly

He'll press the softest of kisses just beside your navel, before looking up at you with expressive eyes that convey the foremost thought in his head: Thank you

Soap

Nearly shits a brick the moment the words leave the technician's mouth

All the color swiftly drains from his face and he has to sit down before he keels over right in the middle of the office

It's not so much fear that has him going paper white but pure shock at hearing the unexpected (yet not unhappy) news

While you'd already discussed having a big family together one day, you didn't think you'd get it done in one fell swoop

However, maybe you should've seen it coming since you both come from families that have had multiples

The possibility of this happening was decently high, so in a way, you're not all that surprised by the revelation

Once he's composed himself and is a little less ghostly pale in the face, he's eagerly requesting the technician to print out an excessive number of copies of the ultrasound

Why? Well, he's gotta send them to everyone, of course! His family, your family, all the lads at work. Hell, maybe your neighbor Charlie would like one too. Better print several just in case

Gaz

"C– Come again?" He thinks he misheard the technician at first

However, even hearing it a second time, he has to stand up, round the bed, and get about an inch away from the monitor to confirm for himself

It's almost comical the way his eyes widen at the screen, darting around the black and white image like he can't comprehend what he's seeing

It'll take some coaxing to get him back in his seat, and as he does, you hear him mumbling to himself – something about nappies, never sleeping again, and *shudders* University

At some point, out of the corner of your eye, you see him messing with his hands

He's putting his palm in front of his own stomach then drawing it about a foot or two away, as if trying to visualize the size your belly is destined to grow

Even when you get back home, it's like reality hasn't fully hit him yet

It's not until you find him at 2am looking up double decker prams that you realize it's finally starting to sink in, and he's more than ready for the challenge ahead

Price

Seems awfully calm when the technician breaks the news to you two

Based on his reaction – a light smile and mere "Oh, that's wonderful" – you'd think he'd just been informed of the weather or something

To be honest, his reaction (or lack thereof) is a little disarming, but you don't comment on it until you're buckling up in the car, mentioning his seeming total lack of nerves about the future

He chuckles and jokes that he already has to look after three big kids at work. What's five little ones at home to compare?

Though you think you can see what he's getting at, his cool-headedness about it all still has you in a bit of a tizzy

Is he not even a little surprised by the news? After all, it's not every day that people fall pregnant with quintuplets

At your question, he smiles and leans to press a bristly kiss to the back of your hand. When he pulls back, he's smirking, giving you the smuggest look you've ever seen from a man

"Told you I've got strong swimmers, love"

[reareaotaku]

Run Away

Summary: Boris has taken a weird interest in you and you're not sure why Pairings: Yandere! Boris Pavlikovsky x Reader [Slight! Theo Decker x Reader] [Trigger/Content warning/Notes: Summary might be a little inaccurate.] I really enjoyed writing this

Boris liked you, like a lot. You were so different from him- nice, respectful, happy, and you had loving parents. He wanted to be like you so bad, because he craved loving parents. Maybe it was jealousy that caused him to lash out on you, but he hated this feeling.

You could feel his heavy gaze on you, but you ignored it. He was new to the school and the country, so you just assumed he was struggling to adjust. You didn't mean to be judgmental, but a part of you knew he was bad news, and you didn't want to get dragged down with him.

When the teacher's back was turned, you decided to finally turn towards Boris and side-eye him. Unluckily for you, he was also looking at you, so you made direct eye contact with him. It was the kind of eye contact you couldn't break- You were drawn to it like a magnet and your eyes burned from the urge to blink.

You finally looked away when the bell rang and packed up your things.

---

"Who are you looking at?"

Boris doesn't answer Theo. His mind was on Y/n and Theo was on the back burner. Theo realized he was being ignored and followed Boris' line of sight to see you eating with some friends.

"Oh, Y/n? Do you like her?" Theo asks nonchalantly.

"Like her? О, ни на одном языке нет слов, чтобы описать то, что я чувствую.¹" He sighs, leaning on his hand. He was enchanted and it was to late to drag him out.

Theo rolls his eyes before sighing. "You know I don't understand what you're saying..."

Theo's voice bleeds into the background as Boris' continues to watch you. He was hoping you could feel his stare and knew it was him.

---

You sighed, slamming the book shut. You leaned on your hand, before tapping your pen on your desk. You slowly blinked, clicking your tongue. Suddenly, there was a tap at your window. You quickly looked back, before hearing the tapping again. You slowly get up, before heading towards your window.

You slowly pull up the panel before looking out at the dark night. You try looking out, but it was to dark, so you turn around to get a light- Until you hear your name-

"Y/n!"

The voice was vaguely familiar, and you turned back out to your window. "Hello?"

"Y/n! Come down."

Your brows scrunch together as you try and look to see if you can see who's calling to you. "Who the hell is that?"

"It's Decker! Theo Decker!"

You slightly jumped back as you tilted your head, "Theo? Blonde guy with glasses? What are you doing at my house?"

"Just come down- Please."

You sigh, before shutting your window and putting on a robe and house shoes. You slowly open the front door, trying to be quiet as possible as you looked towards where Theo was standing on your walkway.

"What are you doing here? My parents would kill me if they saw a boy-"

"I know- I'm sorry, but I need your help-"

You groan and look back at your house and then up to your room- Your warm, cozy room. "Fine. Whatever."

---

You stand awkwardly in Theo's bedroom as he packs a bag. You look over at Boris, who was already staring at you. You feel a heavy tension, so you look back at Theo.

"You know, Theo, I'm still a little confused why you asked for my help- We're not... well, exactly best friends."

He doesn't look back at you, just closing the zipper, "Your dad's a cop, right?"

You roll your eyes, "So I've heard. He never shuts up about it."

He finally looks back at you, "And you hate your dad, right? You'd enjoy rebelling against him, right?"

"Where are you going with this?"

"I'm running away and I don't want anyone coming for me."

"You're running away. Why?"

Theo groans, before looking over at Boris for help, but he [Boris] didn't see his friends looked. He was too focused on something else; Something much better. Theo rolls his eyes, before looking back at you. "I can't... I can't stay here. It's complicated."

"How complicated can it possibly be? If you want me to help you commit a crime, you better tell me why or at least where you're going- You know, just in case."

"New York-"

"New York? That's all the way across the country! How do you plan on getting there?"

"It doesn't matter," He sighs, "Just know... I'm getting there."

"Why New York, specifically?"

"That's where he's from."

You finally look at Boris, nearly forgetting he was there, "Right... I get that, but like- It's so far away. What is waiting for you there is my real question."

Theo sighs heavily, "You just have to trust me."

"I barely know you and you're asking me to commit a misdemanour contributing to delinquency of a minor. If I was 18, that would be a felony."

"Good thing you're not 18."

You turn towards Boris, giving him a dirty look. He shrugs and you hear Theo groan, yet again.

"You don't have to do anything- I just, want you to... possibly give him inaccurate information," He gives you a pleading look and you sigh.

"Fine..."

Theo smiles, but you hold your hand out.

"BUT-"

A frown starts to grow on his face at a condition being tied to your promise.

"You have to call me when you get there. If you don't call me in at least 3 months, then I'm going to assume something bad happened and tell my dad."

"Fine!" He holds his hands out in surrender, "I'll call you."

"Okay, I won't say anything." You turn towards Boris, "Are you going with him?"

It seemed you weren't the only one wondering about that.

"And miss that face, who'd want that?"

You roll your eyes while shaking your head, "Well, I hope you find whatever you're looking for, Theo."

"Thanks Y/n."

---

"So, why is he really leaving?"

Boris looks towards you before frowning. "To skomplikowane."²

Your brows scrunch together as you stop walking. He notices and stop as well, while looking back at you.

"Why did you stop?"

"What did you say?"

He smirked, before etting out a small laugh. He tilts at you, making direct eye contact, "Nie jesteś dwujęzyczny? Myślałem, że jesteś jednym z tych mądrych Amerykanów. Ci, którzy mówią więcej niż jednym językiem; Nie ten głupi amerykański stereotyp."³

You groan before glaring at the male, which just causes him to laugh again. "I don't know what you're saying. Whatever language you're speaking, I don't understand."

His smile grows as you continue, and you frown when seeing it.

"Oh, you're doing it on purpose. Speak Russian- I understand that."

"No. I like messing with you. Łatwo wpadasz w złość i to jest zabawne."⁴

You sigh, but ultimately decide to drop it and just shake your head. "Whatever." You click your tongue, before looking at the ground, "Are you leaving with him?"

Boris frowns, for the first time, before tilting his head to get into your vision, "No."

---

A loud ringing sounded throughout your house, causing you to groan and cover your head with your pillow. You thought if they really wanted to contact you, they'd call again. The phone suddenly stopped and you sighed in bliss... Until it started to ring again.

You groaned, before getting up and heading downstairs, picking up the phone, "Hello?"

"Y/n."

You were taken a back when hearing Theo's voice. You had nearly forgotten about him, but now it was flooding back to you. "Theo?"

"Yeah," He laughs on the other end, "Yeah, it's me."

"God, I nearly forgot about you. You got to New York?"

"Yeah, I did."

"How is it?"

You can hear him sigh and you imagine he probably closed his eyes as he spoke.

"It's incredible, Y/n. You'd love it. You should come up here some time- Boris, too. Speaking of Boris, have you heard from him?"

You click your tongue, before looking at your couch, where said male was knocked out, "You know... It's funny you mention him."

---

Oh, there are no words in any language to describe what I feel.

It's complicated

Are you not bilingual? I thought you were one of those smart Americans. Those who speak more than one language; Not that stupid American stereotype.

You get angry easily and that's funny.

[strawberryblondebutch]

Could we get a grapevine story of Ken Klee?

Oh man. Many of them are not my story to tell, but I can give you the highlights.

So, Klee was brought in as a replacement for Katey Stone, who went on to emotionally abuse her Harvard players for years (paywalled article). He was told at the time of his hiring that USA Hockey had a policy of dismissing coaches once their relationship with the team fractures. He ended up being ousted after two years and three gold medals.

Central to his coaching ethos, meanwhile, is that he was only there to coach "players who want to get better," which in practice meant that he decided for you if there was any room for improvement. Players at the top of their game? Yeah, you're good to go. Do what you want. Players he decided had hit their ceiling and it didn't impress him? Well, that's that. Go get garbage time. This take, I should add, is especially heinous when you look at the 2015 roster. Only four players over the age of 25, and none over 30. Your peak as a player is 27-30. Everyone on that team had room for improvement.

The other thing he did with great frequency was remind players that "someone is always coming to take your job," which maybe would have rung true had he not created a country club atmosphere where his favorite pets could do no wrong.

Now, I'll say this much: if I'm handed the roster he was given in 2015, I've got prime Meghan Duggan and near-prime Knight, Decker, and Coyne. Yeah, I'm giving them all big minutes. But that's something you discuss up front with your players in the locker room. I'm not saying he was running an Abby Lee Miller pyramid every week, but... you knew if you were on the in or out.

So, uh. I'm not exactly surprised to hear that some players got to do whatever they wanted and others were told to shut up and let the stars do their thing.

(FWIW regarding player retirements - I do know Soph personally and I've talked with her a little. She said there were "a few factors" that went into her retirement. Being away from Luke for half a year was hard on her, and she's been working outside of hockey for a few years now, because she didn't expect to be able to just exist as a full-time player. I can't speak to Brittyn at all, as I do not know her.)

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: You’re the One Saving Me this Time

Summary: Eve takes (Y/N) shopping for homecoming, and it all goes wrong.

Warning: Discussion of dysphoria. If you're in a hard place, I wouldn't recommend reading. It comes from my personal experience of relearning how to be feminine in the context of my identity, but I know other people are still having trouble, so just be gentle with yourself.

            “Wow, so many dresses!” said Eve, staring at the store in amazement.

            (Y/N) pulled their arm away from where Eve had been eagerly dragging them around the mall to the perfect store for homecoming shopping.

            “Alright, so, a party!” Eve was immediately spinning and looking at all the options. “How exciting! You’re going to have so much fun.”

            “Uh, yeah, I am,” said (Y/N).

            “But first you need the perfect thing to wear,” said Eve, darting off to pull dresses off of racks.

            (Y/N) watched her go and made a face. This is for Lucifer. I’m letting her prove she isn’t a problem. This is for Lucifer. It was all (Y/N) could do to remind themself of that. Hopefully, this shopping excursion would go well, and they and Eve would get along.

            However…Eve was already taking charge of the homecoming outfit shopping before (Y/N) got a chance to give any input, and that was frustrating. My biological mom did that a lot…Dressed me up like a doll. (Y/N) shivered and fiddled with their feather necklace to calm their anxiety. They had to push through for Lucifer. If Eve made him happy, then (Y/N) would try to get along.

            “Hey, Eve, maybe we—”

            (Y/N) was interrupted as Eve dumped a heap of clothes into their arms.

            “Here! We’ll start with these!” said Eve excitedly. She squealed as she took them to a dressing room. “Oh, the fashion has changed so much since I was alive. I’m so excited to see what women wear to dances these days!”

            (Y/N) winced at being associated with Eve’s personal model and a gender. They didn’t want to play dress up for her.

            It’s for Lucifer. It’s for Lucifer.

            “Right…what should I try first?” said (Y/N) sullenly. They were getting out of this.

            “Hm…” Eve considered the hung up dresses. “I think something flouncy! Oh, and bright! You should shine, sweetie!”

            (Y/N) glared at her as the “motherly” nickname appeared. “Don’t call me that,” they snapped viciously.

            Eve started and took a step back. The shadows quivered as (Y/N) spoke. Seeing the fear flash across her face, (Y/N) cleared their throat and looked away. They didn’t want to be scary. They were just a kid.

            “…I’m going to change.”

            (Y/N) closed the curtain and faced their choices before they could mess things up again. Better to get this over with and appease Eve so she and Lucifer could be happy. (Y/N) resigned themself to suffering and picked up a dress.

            Decker is still the better choice. She cares about Lucifer for who he is now, thought (Y/N) as they changed.

            They put on the pale blue dress Eve had chosen. It was pretty with a light skirt and stitching across the bodice and off-shoulder sleeves, but it wasn’t (Y/N)’s style at all. They felt uncomfortable in it. Still, they couldn’t do anything but step out to show Eve.

            She grinned. “Oh, you look so cute!”

            “I’m not sure this is really me,” said (Y/N), trying to cover their chest as they shifted uncomfortably.

            “Oh, alright,” said Eve, a little disappointed before brightening up. “You can show off the rest of the dresses!”

            “Right…” said (Y/N), sighing and going back into the changing room.

            This time it was a sparkly pink dress that clung to (Y/N) in a way that highlighted their body. (Y/N) avoided looking at themself in the mirror. They knew they wouldn’t like what they saw.

            “Wow, so pretty!” said Eve, gushing as (Y/N) stepped out.

            “I don’t like how tight it is,” said (Y/N) awkwardly.

            “Aw, but it’s so flattering for your figure!” said Eve. “Don’t you want to look good?”

            (Y/N) winced. For a moment, Eve’s voice mixed the memories of their mother’s, urging them to wear what she chose to be the perfect little child and ignoring what (Y/N) felt comfortable in. (Y/N) swallowed.

            “Can I…Can I try another one?” (Y/N) pushed back the memory of their mother, but the usual fire in her had dampened.

            “Sure! This is so much fun,” said Eve, perfectly unaware of how (Y/N) was shrinking in on themself.

            (Y/N) retreated into the changing room and closed their eyes. Taking a few deep breaths, they kept their back to the mirror before they put on Eve’s next choice. This one was a purple dress with a short, a-line skirt, but the neckline dipped farther down than (Y/N) liked. They pulled it up before stepping out again.

            Eve’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow! You look beautiful! This is the perfect dress! It’s so pretty and feminine. You look so pretty!”

            Every word turned to (Mother/N)’s voice, and (Y/N)’s vision blurred as panic set in. They stumbled back into the changing room, ignoring Eve’s questions, the words faint and faraway. (Y/N) stripped the dress off as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world and pulled on their trousers and shirt.

            It wasn’t enough. (Y/N) could still hear (Mother/N) telling them how to dress, reminding them to be pretty and feminine and quiet and the perfect child that (Y/N) couldn’t be. The clothes they wore weren’t enough; they didn’t feel hidden.

            (Y/N) pushed out of the changing room and past Eve. The world was still fuzzy; the sounds around them were obscured and jumbled. (Y/N) sat down outside of the store on a bench. They blinked rapidly, their heart thrumming painfully and hands shaking. (Mother/N)’s voice chased them.

            (Y/N) swallowed and pulled out their phone, trying to call Lucifer. The phone shook in their trembling hands.

            “D-Dad?” they said, trying to force out the words amidst their panic.

            “(Y/N)?” said Lucifer, voice instantly alarmed as he heard his kid’s voice so faint.

            “Please…Come get me. I wanna go home,” they murmured, holding themself tightly as they fought not to let themself spiral deeper into a panic attack.

            “I’m coming,” said Lucifer, dropping everything around himself to get to them.

            (Y/N) just sat numbly as he drove over. They had no idea how much time had passed; their mind was too far out of it. They blinked as a familiar car appeared before them and Lucifer nearly jumped out of it to get to them.

            “What happened?” asked Lucifer.

            (Y/N) couldn’t speak, squeezing themself tighter.

            “I don’t know,” said Eve. (Y/N) wasn’t sure when she had arrived, but they didn’t care. “They were trying on dresses, but suddenly they left.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, and he knelt by (Y/N). He understood. “You didn’t like how the dresses made you feel.”

            “Dysphoria…made me feel like shit,” muttered (Y/N), forcing themself to focus and communicate.

            Lucifer’s gaze softened as he heard them. “Let’s get you home. Your hoodie is there.”

            (Y/N) nodded lazily. Their comforting red hoodie was waiting for them. They had worn it so many times to stave off not feeling like their gender was showing correctly. They needed it.

            Lucifer picked up (Y/N), the fifteen-year-old easy for the Devil to hold, and he placed them in the passenger seat of his car. Eve watched, unsure what to do, and awkwardly got into the backseat while Lucifer kept watch over (Y/N).

            The entire ride back to the penthouse was silent. Eve wasn’t sure how to handle Lucifer like this. He had never been so caring when she had met him in the Garden. This was an entirely different man than the one she had known. Eve trailed after him as he guided (Y/N) to their room and watched as he slid their hoodie onto them. Her heart clenched. This new life and new Lucifer seemed to have everything. How was Eve supposed to understand this new man?

            Within their room, (Y/N) curled up against Lucifer. “Thanks, Dad…”

            “Of course,” said Lucifer, completely honest. He’d always come to help them. They were his number one priority. They were his child. “I’m sorry this happened. If I had known Eve didn’t understand, I wouldn’t have let you go with her.”

            “It’s not her fault,” murmured (Y/N). “She didn’t know.” They shivered. “I just kept remembering my mother’s voice…”

            Lucifer’s hold tightened on them. “Forget about what she said. Remember that you know yourself and how you want to feel the best. Maybe you’ll be fine with femininity one day, maybe you won’t. But it’s up to you, alright? It’s always up to you.”

            “I know myself,” repeated (Y/N) faintly.

            “Yes, you do,” said Lucifer, hugging them.

            (Y/N) smiled. “You’re the one saving me this time.”

            “Only from your own mind,” said Lucifer.

            “That can be the scariest place of all. Thank you, Dad.”

            “Of course. I’m always here for you.”

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[alessandriana]

NaNoWriMo chapter 3 for the WIP game?? :D

For your sake, Spoon, I'm going answer for Nano 2016 instead of 2020 (which is Yet More MDZS Fic). ;) 2016 is one of the original SF novels I plug away at occasionally:

There was someone waiting in front of Decker's door again as he turned the corner. They were tall, with dark hair, and he was expecting Remington, so his brain took a half second to register the differences and by that time it was too late to duck back into the main corridor. Running would just imply he had a reason to run, so he pinged the guy's ID as he walked up. Felix Grozdan. Age: 46, gender: male, occupation: third shipmate on the cruiser Intervention. Further digging indicated the Intervention had arrived in port a week ago and was scheduled to ship out in a little over ten days. Decker thought about Remington's timeline, and hid a frown.

He stopped a few feet back from Grozdan, hands in his pockets. "Can I help you?" he asked. Slim chance, but maybe the guy was just looking to hire him.

Grozdan looked up, and a nasty grin crossed his face. Oh, that was not a good look. All worry about looking suspicious fell away. Decker turned and booked it down the hallway back towards civilization.

Or tried to, at least. Grozdan was fast, faster than baseline human, and Decker found himself swiftly colliding with the far wall. A hand grabbed him by the collar and flipped him around, holding him so his feet struggled to reach the ground.

"Ow," Decker coughed, grabbing the guy's hand with his left and trying to pry it loose. "What the fuck, dude? Is this really how you greet people, because I gotta say it is not very nice--" All the while his free hand twitched at his side, scanning the local area for anything he could take advantage of. The guy had a near-field connection of some kind, probably connected to the piece of hardware hooked over his ear-- Decker was more than close enough to connect, even with his shitty port, and got through the defenses in half a second. Cheap-ass shit, he thought dismissively, as the guy's life opened up to him. Communications, porn, bank accounts-- there, Decker thought, and slid past the bank's defenses with ease and into the guy's account. It wasn't much of a challenge when the log-in was biometric and he had the guy standing right in front of him. He had a transfer set up to zero out the guy's account when the guy lifted him higher and slammed him back against the wall again. "--with Remington?"

Decker opened his mouth, about to threaten to drain the guy's account if he didn't let him go. Then the last few words registered. "Uh, what?" he said, intelligently.

"I said, what the fuck are you doing with Remington?"

A few things clicked through Decker's mind at lightning speed. The fact that Remington was probably still SF. The merc crew he was so intent on joining. And this guy, from that same crew. Decker wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he was starting to get the edges of it. And he wasn't sure he wanted anyone to know he'd been associated with the SF just yet.

"Why?" he asked, extemporizing wildly. Only one plausible reason came to mind. "Are you fucking him too? Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was in a relationship--"

The guy's eyes widened and he loosened his grip a little in surprise. "Wait, what."

Decker leaned back so he could look the guy in the face. "You know. Remington. Tall, dark hair, the kind of ass you just want to-- urk." He choked, reaching up to grab at the hands that were clenching down on his windpipe. "Okay, so, maybe not," he whispered.

"You're telling me that every time Remington comes here you two are just fucking? The entire time? Last time he was here for five hours."

"Maybe you can't think of things to do for five hours, but--" Decker tried to brace himself, but spaceship walls were hard and so was his skull when it impacted with a resounding thunk. He blinked and found himself sprawled on the floor at Grozdan's feet with no particular memory of how he'd gotten there. "Motherfucker," he groaned, clutching at the back of his head. Christ, couldn't he have aimed somewhere else? It wasn't like he didn't have brain damage to spare already. His hand came away wet and red and sticky. He blinked again, and for a moment there were wailing alarms and the sound of airlock doors slamming, and nothing but corrupt data flowing down his nervestem--

--Grozdan leaned down, getting right up in Decker's face. "If I find out you're lying to me, I will find you again," he said, very softly. "And I know where you live."

"Why, did you want to join us or something--?"

Decker doubled over, coughing. Asshole was wearing fucking steel-toed boots. His footsteps rang on the decking as he walked away.

Decker stayed like that for a long moment, trying to put his world back together. His head spun, which wasn't all that out of the ordinary, but it wasn't usually this bad. His legs didn't seem to want to work with his brain. He slumped back against the wall. This was a low traffic corridor, one of the reasons he'd picked it to live on. No one was going to find him. He could call station security, but this was Harmony, and they were the most useless motherfuckers in existence. Besides, then he'd have to explain what had happened, and he had no desire to do that. He could call the med section, but he had first aid supplies in his room, and it seemed a waste.

While he waited for things to start working again, he sent a quick message to Riley's PCD. Wanna explain why one of your merc buddies just showed up at my door?

The message delivered, but there was no response. Decker let his head sink down against his chest. He'd get up. Eventually.

Time kind of… elided.

The next thing he was aware of was footsteps coming down the corridor at a run, and an indrawn breath. "Shit," someone said. "Decker. Fuck. Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

There were gentle hands on his face. Decker opened his eyes to see Riley up close and personal. His brows were drawn and his mouth was pressed white with worry. He was still stupidly handsome. "Hey," Decker said, a little slurred.

"Hey, there you are," Riley said, kneeling. "How do you feel? Can you tell me what happened?" He tilted Decker's head back and forth, examining his pupils.

"Feels… like the wall 'n my head had a… minor disagreement," Decker said, flinching as the moment aggravated the pounding in his skull.

Riley glanced up at the wall and winced. "That seems pretty accurate." Decker followed his gaze to see a streak of red on the wall-- probably just around five feet eight inches above the ground-- dripping down towards the floor. Huh. That was kind of gross. Someone should clean it up.

"One of y'r friends… stopped on by," Decker said. It seemed important.

"I know. I got your message." Riley smiled a little, though it wasn't precisely a happy smile. "Do you want me to call Med, or is there somewhere else you'd rather--?"

"Room." Decker gestured vaguely. "I've got… stuff."

"Inside it is." Riley slid his arms around Decker's back and under his knees, lifting him off the floor with the kind of ease that spoke of long hours in the gym. Or some kind of technological help. Did he have anything else installed besides the leg? Decker clutched at his shoulders as things spun wildly, pressing his face into Riley's chest. He hurt too much to even enjoy it. "Oh, motherfuck. Ow, ow, ow…"

Riley's arms tightened a fraction. "I am so sorry. Just a little bit further…"

The door read Decker's biosigns and opened for them. Riley maneuvered Decker onto the couch, very careful not to aggravate anything. Decker curled up on his side, hand covering his eyes, and waited for the world to stop tilting. If it ever would. Oh, god, he hoped this hadn't done too much more damage… To distract himself, he listened to the sound of Riley rummaging through his kitchen cabinets. Right idea, wrong spot. "First aid's… in the bathroom," he managed.

He wasn't sure he'd been loud enough to be heard, but Riley's footsteps moved in the correct direction. There was silence as the door swished shut, and Decker let himself drift for the moment.

He came back to a hand on his shoulder and he jerked away instinctively, which turned out to not be such a great idea when he almost fell off the couch. Riley caught him as he was about to go over.

"I got a concussion pack," he said, hands gentle as he rearranged Decker so he was further from the edge.

"Yay," Decker said, muffled by the couch cushions. They smelled weird. Could you wash a couch? Decker wasn't sure. Maybe he should try vacuuming sometime.

…nah.

"You've got like six in there. All military grade." Decker heard the poptab on the pack hiss as pressure was released, and he winced as Riley pressed it to the back of his head. The gel was cool against his skin as the nanoparticles started work on the broken skin, delivering targeted medication that would stop the bleeding and reduce the swelling. "Do you play football or something?"

Decker snorted a laugh, even as it sent a spike of pain through his head. "Yeah, 's me, the football type," he said into the fabric.

There was more rustling as Riley pulled out the scanner. "In that case, I take it you know this is going to hurt a bit," he said, free hand settling on Decker's shoulder and holding him still as he flipped the switch.

"Mhmm." Decker's hands curled in the couch as the high whining noise filled the room, growing louder until it seemed to pass beyond all rational thought, piercing straight through the center of the injury.

Decker rode it out until the medpack shut off, three quick beeps and then blessed silence. He let out the breath he'd been holding all at once, almost a sob.

"Um," Riley said, fiddling with the scanner. "It says there's some anomalies it couldn't fix?"

Decker grunted. Words. He could… words.

"Do I need to be worried about it?" Riley asked.

"'s… normal," Decker managed.

Riley's sigh was barely audible, just a breath of air on the back of Decker's neck. "If you say so."

Decker faded out after that. He could hear Riley moving around his apartment, and the water running, but it didn't seem particularly relevant or interesting. Then someone settled next to him on the couch, cushions dipping beneath his weight. A wet cloth touched the back of his head. He wanted to protest-- he didn't know Riley well enough for this level of intimacy-- but it felt good. And he smelled like blood, and he hated that.

That was the last thing Decker remembered for a while.

[shootingstarpilot]

Oh, hell. Thanks for the inspiration, @aquamarin-sky <3

pHzero-helix212: if you weren't my superior officer, sir...

genkenobi: he did say please.

pHzero-helix212: I despise you.

genkenobi: I'll ask him to give you an extra sticker.

pHzero-helix212: d e s p i s e

Needle calls them survival stickers.

Smacked on armor, on foreheads, on blacks and casts and bandages-- if you enter the medbay, you leave a little more glittery than you came in. Good behavior earns you an extra one.

Stitch complains, at first, about the glitter shedding.

Needle quietly files a request with General Kenobi.

The next roll of stickers is prehistoric-themed. Stitch's complaints mysteriously vanish.

They spread like a virus. Wooley's datapad gains a green varactyl. Trapper gets something neon that Helix couldn't identify if you paid him. Auks requests a hummingbird, slaps it on his helmet, and walks around with his middle finger up for the next 24 hours.

Helix hates them.

Yes, really.

He has a reputation to maintain. Glitter is not conducive to this effort.

Never mind that their routine physicals are running more smoothly than they ever have now that they don't have to chase recalcitrant troopers down. Never mind that Stitch is quietly plastering the walls with shimmering terrasaurs and seems to believe he's being subtle. Never mind that after one explosion that had landed both of their commanding officers in the medbay, the two of them leave with their own-- Obi-Wan, smiling faintly, with a cartoonishly happy sun on his tunic, and Cody, a dull flush crawling all the way up his face, with a lightsaber on his breastplate that Helix had seen Needle hastily coloring blue.

The betting pool explodes. Needle appears very pleased with himself.

Helix refuses to engage.

Needle starts leaving stickers he seems to think might appeal to Helix in conspicuous locations.

Under his datapad.

In his kit.

In his packets of jelly babies--

Helix doesn't even know how he managed that.

But. No. He is made of stone, godsdamnit.

He manages to ignore Needle's pleading expressions for a whole month more.

Then he wakes up in the medbay himself.

Needle is there immediately, a hand on his forehead, beaming at him--

He's okay, he tells him. Got caught in a rockslide after Gearshift's fall, but the General pulled him out-- both of them, Gearshift's all right too, well done on stabilizing his spine-- now rest. Nope, you can't do anything else, you're officially relieved-- what, you don't trust me? I got this, come on, you know I do--

And he does.

Helix rolls his head to the side.

In the blessedly hazy fog of painkillers, he can admit to himself--

It is a delight to watch him work.

"Comet, you're gonna have a hell of a piss-ugly face, look at you-- come on, you gonna let me get away with that?"

Slightly slurred-- "What, worried you're gonna have competition?"

A delighted laugh-- "There you are, sticker for you, congratulations--"

Stitch eyeing his every move, mirroring when needed, matching every step-- the two of them a right and left hand, together--

"Trigger, meet me on the mat in a week--"

(As quick hands palpate the right side of his abdomen--)

"I've been dying to beat your ass into the ground-- here, have a sticker--"

Through slightly blurry vision, Helix sees Trigger grin.

"I'll kick your ass."

"You're welcome to try," Needle says, winking at him, before he's off again.

(Survival stickers, he calls them--)

"Decker, how you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Shit sticker for you, then," Needle says cheerfully, to a chorus of laughter, pressing it onto the back of the hand that Stitch isn't currently starting a line in.

Helix can pull brothers back from the brink of death because he is just that good.

Needle can make them believe it.

He exhales, long and slow, and closes his eyes. Listens to Needle talk. Listens to him insult and challenge and promise, a reason in every word.

He's not sure how much time passes before Needle returns to his side.

"Hey, boss," he murmurs, his smile going softer around the edges. "How you feeling?"

Helix gives him a sideways glance through slitted eyes.

"Where's my sticker, then?"

Needle freezes from where he's adjusting Helix's IV bag before beaming at him.

"I'm so glad you asked," he says gleefully. "I've been saving a good one for you. Be right back."

Helix is out like a light before he returns.

When he wakes up, the medbay's gone dark. Not entirely- never entirely, but--

Night cycle.

Steady breathing. Quiet beeping. A few sporadic snores.

He feels something on his forehead.

With his good hand, he reaches up and peels it off, squinting at it.

In a bright blue bubble font--

"HYDRATE BEFORE YOU DIE-DRATE!"

It's the night shift. He cannot-- will not laugh.

He sticks it back on his forehead instead, and closes his eyes.

Worth it.

anyway for reasons completely unrelated to upcoming fluff I've decided Needle is absolutely the type to want glitter on his cast

[iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether]

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Queen of the night

Warnings: Hypers Queens, bio queens, drag queens, firts meetings

Word count: 0.9 K

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: One shot that portray the diversity of the LGBT community

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Marvel masterlist]

“I spoke with the mayor, about many things, but something that came up was an idea that seemed wonderful to me. He invited us to be present at the LGBT pride day march” 

Tony raised his hands so we could see the photos that FRIDAY was projecting, only to see floats, extravagant costumes, drag queens , flags etc. 

"Oh, that's great, it's a great party" Sam spoke, while taking a big bite of a cookie 

“have you been before?” Steve asked 

“Sure, it's a lot of fun” 

"What is an 'LGBT'?" Thor asked 

“Look, usually a person...” Tony started to explain, but before he got off topic, I interrupted him. 

“And, is it completely necessary for all of us to go?” 

"Come on Nat , how can you not want to go to the best party in the state?" Sam asked

"Won't that be your 'I don't want to hang out with gays ' side?" asked Steve mocking 

"I wasn't the one who was born at the beginning of the last century" I took a cookie from Sam and threw it at him "what worries me is our safety, unfortunately, now, we are public figures, and perhaps it would be dangerous to be among the population..." 

“Girl, of course we are not going to walk, we are going to be in a car, along with other people. Drinking and having fun” 

Apparently, there was no way to make some other excuse to persuade the team not to go and stay in bed watching any series; because, everyone started to get excited, including Wanda, who was excited to be able to go to her first 'American party'.

While everyone else started rambling about their excitement, the party, and a few other things, I just grabbed my plate of oatmeal and fruit and left so I could sit in front of the TV and watch the serial killer documentary I had left behind half

———————————————————————————  

The famous day of the march arrived, the mayor very kindly accommodated us in a double-decker bus without the roof. 

At first I thought it would just be us on the bus, but all of a sudden people in fancy outfits, drag queens and other people started to get on. 

My slight problem with crowds resurfaced, causing me to feel short of breath, head spinning, and vision starting to blur, so I carefully got up from my seat and tried to walk. 

"Natasha..." Wanda spoke?, I really don't know, I was listening too far away 

I went down the stairs, holding tightly to the railing, until I hit the sidewalk and collided with a mass of colors 

“Hey, be careful” the dough spoke, but, seconds later, the same dough grabbed my shoulders and made me look at it “hey, are you okay?” 

My vision cleared a little, until my eyes were fixed on a drag queen , she was smaller than the rest, despite her heels; and had a long pink wig; obviously the makeup was perfectly in order and the person smelled very good 

"Are you OK?" she asked again, and then I realized that even her voice was sweeter and softer than other drags.

"You are not a man" I pointed out, a little way and abruptly 

“Wow,” the drag queen laughed, but didn't let go of my shoulders, “you're an observant girl. I'm Sofie Moore, the real New York Show Girl and a 'bio queen ' or a 'hyper queen '” she did a few dance moves, making the corners of my mouth unconsciously rise “but, out of the night life , I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, Black Widow” she let go of my shoulders and held out her hand, I gave her a squeeze 

“You know who I am” 'really brain? You meet a cute and interesting girl and you just point out the obvious?' 

"Of course I know you" she laughed "You are an incredible heroine" 

Apparently, until that moment, my brain managed to react and give a much more coherent response. 

"Can you tell me, Natasha" 

"Well, Natasha" she emphasized my name making me laugh "it's better that we get on any bus, the parade is about to start" 

“Which bus did you get on?” I asked for 

"I have to go to the one in the back" Y/N pointed to the last bus, which was full of drag queens 

"Ohh," I made a face, causing Y/N herself to do another 

"and you?" I pointed to the nearest bus, causing Y/N to turn to look, and we both realized that Clint, Tony and Wanda were trying to look at us discreetly, and tried to hide quickly " Ohh " her drag friends started yelling at her, so that got on, so, it was our time to say goodbye 

“I don't want to entertain you anymore. It was nice meeting you, Sofie” I gave her hands another squeeze and tried to walk away, but she grabbed my wrists, spinning me around again. 

"If you want to see us again, I'm going to be at the ' Albatross Bar' for a big after- party and I'm here from Thursday to Sunday, from 10:00 PM to 3:00 PM." From her little bag, she took out a card from the place "if you're lucky, maybe, you'll get my number" she winked at me, causing me to giggle "by the way, call me Y/N" she gave my cheek a quick kiss and ran off, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks

"Bye" I tried to say, but Y/N was so far away, that I doubt very much, she managed to hear me.

Much calmer now, I made my way back to the bus and plopped down next to Clint, still a bit dazed from the recent encounter.

"Who is your new friend?"

"GIRL FRIEND" I clarified, still stupefied "it's Sofie"

Note:

Yep, I chose this "theme" because I am a Hyper Queen (I'm just experimenting with my character, Rosa Vagina) Not to mention that, in the Mexican drag community itself, hyper queens are a little touched topic.

I hope you enjoy this.

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

[logicallyserial]

steddie lyrics

i probably put an unnecessary amount of thought into this but ....

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

What could I have said to raise you from the dead?

Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?

Well you do enough talk

My little hawk, why do you cry?

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die

NFWMB - Hozier

When I first saw you

The end was soon

To Bethlehem it slouched

And then it must've caught a good look at you

Give your heart and soul to charity

'Cause the rest of you

The best of you

Honey, belongs to me

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

Take me out tonight

Because I want to see people

And I want to see life

Driving in your car

Oh, please don't drop me home

Because it's not my home, it's their home

And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

Let's Spend the Night Together - David Bowie

Don't hang me up but don't let me down

We could have fun just by fooling around, and around and around

… Let's spend the night together

Now I need you more than ever

Let's spend the night together now

… Oh, you know I'm smiling baby

You need some guiding baby

I'm just deciding baby

Doing the Unstuck - The Cure

It's a perfect day for making out

To wake up with a smile without a doubt

To burst grin giggle bliss skip jump and sing and shout

Let's get happy!

But it's much to late you say

For doing this now

We should have done it then

Well it just goes to show

How wrong you can be

And how you really should know

That it's never too late

To get up and go

Why Can't This Be Love - Van Halen

Whoa, here it comes

That funny feeling again

Winding me up inside

Every time we touch

Hey, I don't know

Oh, tell me where to begin

'Cause I never ever

Felt so much

And I can't recall

Any love at all

Ah baby, this blows 'em all away

It's got what it takes

So tell me why can't this be love?

Rainbow in the Dark - Dio

Do your demons, do they ever let you go?

When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside

Is it someone that you know

You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time

We're a lie, you and I

We're words without a rhyme

There's no sign of the morning coming

You've been left on your own

Like a rainbow in the dark

I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany

Look at the way we gotta hide what we're doin'

'Cause what would they say

If they ever knew? And so we're

Running just as fast as we can

Holding on to one another's hand

Trying to get away into the night

And then you put your arms around me

And we tumble to the ground and then you say

I think we're alone now (alone now)

There doesn't seem to be anyone around

I think we're alone now (alone now)

The beating of our hearts is the only sound

And lastly the song I associate with Eddie and Steve the most:

Crush - Ethel Cain

Can you read my mind? I've been watching you

(You know it, you know it, you know it's true)

Couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool

Camo' jacket, robbing corner stores

Hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

Good men die too so I'd rather be with you, you, you

I owe you a black eye and two kisses

Tell me when you wanna come and get 'em

I only want him if he says it first to me

I wanna fuck him in the back of his mom's mercury

He looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro Reds

It makes me so, uh, and I can't get enough of it

[mzjmesa]

Out Loud | Chloe Decker

She was a good detective. Is. The pride of the office, the officer praised here and there. Your partner. Your bestfriend. Detective Chloe Decker. It wasn't because of her smart, genius mind that attracted you to her, no. Well, sometimes, anyway. But it could've been alot of reasons, loving Chloe Decker. And you would've loved any other reasons— to make this easier, to make the feelings disappear sooner. Because whatever the attraction was, it was unprofessional— Chloe never did unprofessional. And you fear if you couldn't hold it any longer, she'd run away from you.

You can't bear that.

But you loved Chloe either way. You loved her eyes, her kindness, that bright and knowing smile that goes with her eyes, you loved the way her lips part when she's about to say something defensive— you loved her. You loved her the most when she knocks at your door and asks how you're doing. You loved the late night talks and laughs about freshmen days which was rare, because she never spent so much time in highschool, she got unending stories about it anyway. You loved the way she listens. You loved her. You loved Chloe Decker. And as she passes by your desk, to the man she likes, you reminded yourself that it was wrong. Wrong because you were supposed to be happy for her.

A knock on your desk drifted your thoughts away, Dan. “How are we doing?” he asked, if he'd caught you staring enviously at Chloe and Lucifer, he hadn't mind.

“How are we doing?” You repeated stupidly, still hungover from yesterday. Which by the way was Chloe's fault, you just wouldn't admit it to yourself.

Dan shrugs, “Yeah? I sent you files to look at, remember?”

Oh.

You shake your head as though it would help you focus on the present and tried to remember where you had placed the papers. You checked your drawers, trying hard to block out Chloe and Lucifer's voices. You busied your hand flipping through dozens of papers, vividly remembering the file's name.

Jonathan Flinn's. Ahh. Case closed for 2 months, there wasn't much evidence of the murder, but the majority linked to him, and eventually the court pronounced him guilty. There had been questions left unsolved, and if Espinoza wasn't up to anything, it would've been left at that.

You sighed, “Have you talked to Chloe about this?”

“Yeah,” He looked past your shoulder to where Chloe was, then back to you. “she thinks it's a bad idea.”

Of course she did. You did, too. That was a thing between you two, something about your guts always telling you the same what's what. That's why you were partnered with her, and you would've loved to continue being one (although truth be told, you still were in papers anyway) but she'd found a consultant, a batshit crazy one at that. Lucifer Morningstar. Always telling himself he's the devil, going on and about his everyday life like anyone gives a damn, and always making everything about himself. If he wasn't charming, and a ‘friend’ of Chloe's, you would've hated him. Most times you did. But times when Chloe was down, he was always the first to cheer her up. You used to be the one doing that, until he came.

“You should listen to her, Dan.”

“Oh c'mon! I would've agreed with Chloe and wouldn't have come to you if it weren't so important. His mother is my god—”

“—mother. Yes, yes, I know that, Dan. I know you think this is a good idea to pay her back, too. But it's not, trust me. Trust Chloe.” You exhaled, feeling the weight of her stare on your back. “It could go worst anyway, what when we can't find any evidence or if we do, worst case scenario is it'll only lead to him. Again. We'll just worsen his situation.”

Dan sighed, massaging his jaw with exasperation because he knew you were right. And also because as much as he pretends not to care too much, he does. You loved that about him.

As you heard footsteps behind, you handed back the files to Dan who hid it behind his back, masking his irritation with a smile to Chloe.

You ignored her, lingering your eyes on the missing button of Dan's shirt.

“Ella found some prints, we haven't identified it yet but it's likely our lead.” Chloe started just behind you, and you knew Lucifer was beside her as much as you hated it. “In the meantime, Dan? I'd like to discuss to you about the Flinn case, Lucifer and I went back to the crime scene yesterday. We found nothing.”

Dan frowned. “I thought you said it was a bad idea.”

“I know, I know. I... ugh... well I went over it again, anyway.”

A small smile creeped on his face, and you were almost sure his eyes were watering when Lucifer jumped on the conversation about his father, bla bla bla. You couldn't care less. Chloe did, and that should be enough for Lucifer. She'd always been enough for you. You bit your lips, wishing you could busy your hands with something. Anything. But your desk was on your back, and oh, Chloe, too.

It felt immature and all, but you were hurting just knowing they were together, seeing them would break you.

“I'll check in on with Ella.” Chloe announced, “(Y/N)?”

“Are you having a stroke Miss (L/N)? Staying still like a trained robot, you're scarying me— and believe when I say I rarely get scared.” Lucifer added.

Oh you believe alright. And robots are trained?! Trying to hide your feelings with a forced smile, you turned around, making sure you weren't going to make an eye contact with a certain detective, and immediately grabbed a random paper and pen you can hold— scribbling anything. Anything at all.

“I'm alright.” You answered after a beat or two, still unbothered to look. Who would want to, honestly.

Chloe cleared her throat, whispered something to Lucifer, and then bid goodbye. It was then when you looked at them walking away. Lucifer's hand on her back, Chloe looking small beside him— your chest aching the same, if not, more.

You're definitely not gonna look again.

-

You had a week off work, and you'd almost fell to your knees thanking God when the lieutenant told you. You needed it more than you needed Chloe, which proves just how important it was— Chloe had been. Still is, by the way.

It was 8 am, by now Chloe would be at her desk, examining or making reports, or on a crime scene with Ella and, Lucifer. You snapped out of your mind, reminding yourself you'd needed the vacation because work and particularly Chloe had been stressing you out and very much so hurting you.

You'd hit the beach, go to the mountains for the view,— you didn't wanna hike though, you needed rest not making sweats— visit your sister and niece, and then finally bake while blasting Taylor Swift because admit it or not, you're much broken than your grandmother's vase.

When the water was hot enough, you took a bath and dressed. A peach-colored tank top that comes along with a brown mini skirt and a coat was your outfit for the day. Only, the coat reminded you too much of Chloe's. She liked coats. And that coat, back then warning you that she'd steal it eventually. So you changed with other coats, just didn't fit well with the shirt and skirt, so you gave in and left your hair untouched and untied. Grabbing your pouch and your gun— a licensed one, just in case. And opened your door. You would've preferred the bright sky and fresh air of the morning in LA. But Chloe Decker was standing there, fist on air as if she'd been ready to knock.

You froze.

Were you having a stroke? Most likely.

“(Y/N).”

“Chloe.”

Wasn't she supposed to be at work? You didn't mind either way, but it surprised you still, she hadn't been visiting much since... Lucifer. Everything's just been different since he arrived, not in a good way for you.

You stepped aside, not saying anything since you figured out a human wouldn't understand any word that comes out of your mouth. She went in, instead of sitting on your couch like the old days, she lingered on the living room, standing and looking at you.

Most times you hadn't mind.

She started, “How are you?”

“I'm good.”

“No, (Y/N). How are you?”

You didn't know what to say. Or why she'd ask a question as that. “I'm not—”

“Do you like me?”

What.

Your face must've given the shock, because she answered your unasked question. “Dan said some things. I'm-I'm not— you're not transferring, are you?”

Oh you're definitely gonna choke the life out of Dan. But knowing him, he wouldn't have spit it out too easily. He was probably drunk and didn't mean it. Still, you wished you said it to Chloe yourself. About the liking and transferring.

You remained silent, reading the expression on Chloe's face. Was she sad? Upset? After years of knowing her, you would've known right away. But now you couldn't. And you fear you might've forgotten the every detail of her face, too.

“(Y/N)...” Her voice gave out, carrying every sadness within. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“About what?” You answered stupidly in a whisper, fearing that if you came into your senses everything would feel too real.

“About everything! About— about your feelings for me. About Seatte. About why you've been so far from me!”

“You have been far from me, Chloe.”

She frowns, and you knew millions and billions and gazillions of questions where popping in her mind.

Tears in your eyes were forming, and you hated it, all of this. She wasn't supposed to know at all. She wasn't supposed to know you had immature feelings for her. Wasn't supposed to know you were transferring atleast 'till next month. But Chloe wasn't dumb, and you should've known that.

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat, her breathing heavy. “We could've talked about it.”

“We haven't talked much at all these days because of—” you cut yourself off, rolling your eyes at how sick it feels. You hated yourself for it, but you continued anyway. “Because of Lucifer.”

She exhaled. “Lucifer and I are complicated.”

“I know that, Chloe.” You said firmly, meeting her gaze pitying you. Of course she pities you. “I also know you like him so much. I know you've been crying when he fake married that Candy. I know you've been sick worrying when he can't answer your texts or calls. I know you've gone lengths trying to understand him. I know. I know so much so that I didn't wanna be so selfish and tell you things you didn't wanna hear because it'll make your complicated relationship with Lucifer even more complicated. I fucking know. And I loved you too much.”

Chloe's tears were beginning to fall, one by one, slowly. And it hurts you to see her like this. Especially because you know you caused it.

“It was never my intention to push you away. You're my friend— can't we just stay like this?” She asked in a soft, breaking voice. And if it wasn't Chloe you would've said yes because people are easy to move on from. But it was indeed Chloe and she was... not like anyone you know. She was a missing piece of your puzzle. Only, you have never been a piece of hers.

“I love you, Chloe.”

It was weird, saying it out loud, to her. You never thought you could, knowing you were a coward than every cowards combined.

You did though, and that must've pulled something. Because Chloe approached you, side hugged, and then left.

So much for a vacation.

You spent the night crying.

Chloe Decker spent hers with the man she loved. And you were never that man.

[spicycreativity]

An angst prompt if you're up for it (no pressure): Patton bakes the others a batch of cookies/cupcakes to lighten the mood, but nobody seems to like or appreciate them.

Maybe one of the Sides comes in to help Patton feel better? But feel free to interpret this prompt however you prefer 😊

Thank you! This turned out to be a fun one. I used this scenario as a way to explore a potential friendship (or at least allyship) between Patton and Remus post-PoF. Hope you like!

The atmospheric pressure in the mindscape was at an all-time high. Everyone was acting on an odd sort of principle, maybe pride, Patton didn't know, but they all kept trying to be in the same room and sitting in icy silence until they all left one-by-one.

They were all pretending not to be upset and doing an absolutely awful job of it.

And the pressure rose and rose and rose. Patton handled it with his usual grace, which is to say he treated the symptoms and not the underlying issue, which is to say he made cookies. 

He woke up early and made batches and batches: frosted sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, chocolate chip, monster cookies. He found it all rather meditative.

But this peace was not to last. As the others filed in (first Logan, then Virgil, then Roman) and ignored him, Patton shattered the silence each time with forced cries of "good morning!" that went largely unreciprocated.

Logan nodded at him. Virgil gave him a lingering look. Roman's mouth quirked in a flash of a false smile. Not one of them spoke.

This only increased Patton's desperation to make it better make it better make it better take care of them take care of them--

When the final batch of cookies were cooled, he arranged everything on a massive tray. He brought this out to the others, who were sitting deathly still as they pretended to enjoy each other's company.

"I thought you guys might like some cookies!" The false cheerfulness in Patton's voice seemed to echo off all the hard surfaces in the living room, bouncing back and hitting him in the chest.

For a moment, they all just stared at him. Then Roman made a monumental effort. "Thanks."

"I can get some milk or make coffee if you want," Patton said, an edge of desperation creeping into his voice.

"No, thank you," Logan said, not even looking up from his laptop.

"Virgil?"

"Maybe later."

"Oh," said Patton, sinking down onto the couch. "Okay."

And the tray remained untouched.

After everyone had left for the day, satisfied in their daily quota of forced social interaction, Patton picked up the tray and went to find Janus.

He found Remus instead. He was sitting on the floor of a vast room, manning the controls of a model train. The track took up most of the floor and even extended up the walls. Patton paused, forgetting himself, and stared.

"Are you lost, little Puritan?" Remus asked, not looking up from his task. "I think Virginia is that way." He nodded toward the door.

"I was looking for Janus."

"He's working." Remus brought the train to a halt and finally looked up from the controls. "Okay, that's enough cookies to feed an entire youth soccer league."

"They were supposed to be for everyone," Patton said, unable to wholly control his curiosity. Playing with model trains was benign even for him, and try as he might, he couldn't see a single sinister thing about the setup.

"Aha!" Remus leapt to his feet. "I see you admiring my caboose! Care to take a closer look?"

"Oh," said Patton, already backing away, "no--" But Remus leapt over everything in one fluid, physics-defying motion and took Patton's arm. The tray teetered, unbalanced, but Remus just snapped his fingers and it began to float.

He dragged Patton over to where he had been sitting and steered the train to the tracks just in front of them. "This--" He pointed to one of the cars-- "is a perfect model of a UP 2612 caboose."

Seeing movement inside, Patton leaned in to take a closer look. "There are little people in there!"

"Well, of course." Remus took a cookie off the tray, which was still hovering beside Patton, and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. "Who else is gonna die in the crash? Come on, old man, I know you've seen The Addams Family."

"Oh," said Patton, sitting up straight again.

"It's not like they feel pain," Remus said, artfully inserting another cookie into his mouth. "I'm not a complete sicko." The words came out with a spray of crumbs, which Patton couldn't even bring himself to mind. At least someone was enjoying his cookies. As if reading his mind, Remus said, "These fuck!"

"Oh," said Patton, wide-eyed. "Is that good?"

Remus nodded. "These fuck severely and if your dumbass friends can't see that, then it serves them right that they don't get any."

"Don't call them--"

"Now check this shit out!" Remus started up the train. It chugged along the little metal tracks, picking up speed. On a downhill slope, it hit a hairpin turn and derailed, flew a few feet, hit a model water tower, and exploded.

Remus cheered and elbowed Patton in the ribs. "That was a good one!"

The idea of little people-shaped things dying in a horrible explosion still didn't sit right in Patton's stomach, but even he couldn't deny the sheer childish delight in watching things go boom. Still, he would have preferred a happy ending. He just didn't understand. He sighed and picked up one of the frosted sugar cookies. "Why do you have to kill people in order for it to be fun?"

Remus shrugged. "It's what I am. People die in train crashes."

"But why dwell on it?"

"Ooh," said Remus, creating a cookie sandwich out of two snickerdoodles and a chocolate chip cookie. "You're starting to sound like a certain sanctimonious snakey. You know--" He tried and failed to shove the triple decker cookie in his mouth and had to settle for taking a bite. "You guys are very similar when you think about it." He pointed at Patton. "Pretty lies." Then he pointed at himself and leered. "Ugly truth."

Patton stood up abruptly, suddenly very sorry he had asked. "I'm gonna go." Making his own model train sounded nice. And it would go around and around in circles and all the people inside would have tea and coffee and little desserts and nobody would have to die.

"Hate to see you go," Remus sang, "love to watch you leave!"

"Uh, Remus?" Patton paused in the doorway, not quite able to look Remus in the eyes.

"Yes, daddy?"

Patton managed not to flinch. "This was… This was nice. Thank you." He turned to leave.

"Pretty lies!" Remus called as he went.

Patton didn't bother to correct him.

[itslocsdiggs]

On Your Worst Behavior

~1k+

Author’s Note: On AO3 there was a fic called The Ladies Love a Man Who’s Good with Kids. This is the remix. I love that [CompulsiveBowlers] used Rafa’s daughter’s name from a fic I previously wrote. Then one day it disappeared. So I decided to write a version inspired :) This fic brings the petty! I hope that you love it. The largest slice of triple decker fluffy and cute with petty syrup drizzle. Okay time to read, love you byeeee :)

T/W: if you see any let me know. Black! reader, but everyone is welcome!

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When you got to the resort, you knew you'd need a relaxing massage or some peace and quiet🤫. You were on your way to a Disney World adventure to celebrate your son Daron who was turning three. You and your husband spent most of the morning and the night before packing suitcases and making sure both of your little ones had their plush animals. The morning went smoothly except for one little mishap with your independent daughter Lydia getting tangled in her shirt.

Somehow you got the kids in their shoes and in their car seats on schedule. A miracle really. Except you couldn't have your morning tea. It sat abandoned on the marble countertop. Rafael did a last sweep through the house for anything you might need then locked the doors. He had left it behind because he knew you wouldn't finish it before you arrived at the security checkpoint.

As Rafa drove to the airport, you watched for your babies in the rearview mirror. Lydia was napping as usual and Daron was mischievously quiet. You thought Lydia's nap wouldn't last long.

Arriving to the airport terminal, you put down your purse, and Rafa set Lydia down to continue sleeping on a bench. Sweet littleDaron wriggled out of your grasp, and started waddling around. He looked out the large windows and told everyone he was a "big boy."

Rafa laughed and picked him up kissing his forehead. He whispered, "big boys sit and watch YouTube. And have some juice." He reached into his backpack, and came up empty handed. Then he turned with a frown, and mouthed at you. No snacks?

You checked your bag, and mirrored his look, "guess not."

Daron was so into the brightly colored characters that he forgot about his father's promise. Lydia, who had resumed her nap squirmed and snuggled into her father's lap. You took that as a sign.

"Honey, I'm gonna take a walk." Standing up you grabbed your purse and made a mental note of where your family sat.

He took your hand and rubbed it. "Rest first, I've got it." He maneuvered the small girl until she was laying down comfortably. Then he stood up.

You sighed and stretched before sitting back down with your kids, covering up with your sweater and taking a little nap. Rafa walked away towards a kiosk. He returned in record time with his hands full with bags of snacks, hot beverages for two, and a woman's lingering gaze.

"Do you need anything else?" you heard her say. Then you blinked to clear your vision when you realized she was holding one of the bags. You sat there covered by your sweater watching what she planned to do.

"There you go, sugar," she fluttered her lashes and grazed his back.

“Are these your little siblings?”

Rafa smiled and took the bag from her. She stayed and incessantly prattled on, not so subtly trying to figure out if he was single. He was just trying to feed his kids. You watched the drama unfold. Rafa unwrapped Lydia's bagel while the woman had the nerve to prepare the juice boxes. She patted your son on the head. 

Under his breath, he muttered, “Damn, lady keep it moving.”

Rafa quickly retrieved the boxes from her hands and cursed under his breath. It was far too early for this. He silently willed you to wake up from your nap. Your husband had no idea that you were watching the whole exchange.

Rafa exhaled softly and coolly replied, "We're good now. Make sure you don't miss your flight."

She scoffed playfully, "I have plenty of time. Just want to make sure you're settled. I don't want you to be all alone with these lovely kiddos." 

Her voice was sickeningly ignorant and you wanted to gag. You tugged the woven fabric of your sweatshirt between your teeth to keep yourself from laughing. You poked your head out and waved at her. Then you rested the palm of your hand against his hip, bunching the hem of his red t-shirt between your fingers and flashing a sparkling gemstone against your coffee brown skin.

"Oh, I didn't know you had help."

You rolled your eyes. The woman's eyes narrowed, staring daggers as she backed away until you couldn't see anymore than her fluttering lashes. Her pink neon sneakers squeaked as she tried to leave quietly. She turned around with an unfortunate look on her face to see you kiss him full and he spun you around to face the views beyond the tarmac, and brought his arms tight around your waist. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “hey, hey, take it easy. She’s no threat to you, love.”

You looked up at him with innocent eyes, saw that she was still watching, and raised your voice a little. “I don’t know what you mean. Can’t I kiss my husband indecently in a public place?”

Rafa grinned at you, but remained oblivious as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Sure,” he countered and stepped back. When you sat down, he handed you a hot cup of tea. Beaming up at him, you savored the smell.

Rafael finally sat down and put his arm around you. Looking up you saw the woman walking back down the corridor. You snuggled in to his arm, awake now, eyes bright with laughter, "What did you mean by don't miss your flight? She's not going to Disney?"

You did a sidesweep on the blond next to you, waiting for his answer,  and checking him out for the first time that day. Rafa appreciated your gaze. He looked a little tired, but bright and ready for the trip in a red t-shirt, track pants, and sneakers. In a grey hoodie, he was also cozy. 

"No, he exhaled, “her girlfriends sent her over to shoot her shot. The only kiosk open was all the way at Gate 27."

You remembered seeing Gate 27 listed for somewhere in Mexico. You smiled wryly staring at the bright LED sign for Gate 5. She would have to be on her worst behavior.

You laughed for the first time since the encounter.

"She comes all the way to gate five to find a happy family, not her new fling." Rafa grinned wide.

 Daron climbed onto your lap and you held him close, kissing his head. "One last question, you let her follow you the way down here?"

"Hah! I let her pay too- And that means she just lost a grip on airport food. And I got more to spend on you and the kids.”

Tilting the coffee cup in cheers you quipped, "That'll teach her to go after someone else's man."

Rafa laughed and downed the rest of his coffee.

[bobasheebaby]

91 Lucifer prompts

Some of my favorite quotes from my favorite devil. (Cut at 15 cause it’s long.)

Lucifer Morningstar

1 “People don’t arrive broken. They start with passion and yearning until something comes along that disabuses them of those notions.”

2 “People don’t have power over us. We give it to them.” 

3 “The best thing to do is always to follow your greatest desire.”

4 “Sometimes we are what we are, and we should embrace that.”

5 “Desire shouldn’t be contained, it’s unnatural.” 

6 “Why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?”

7 “Life’s too short to hold grudges.”

8 “Believe me, there is no winning when you play by a twisted tyrant’s rules.” 

9 “You shouldn’t have to change for anyone. And neither should I.” 

10 “I refuse to be a scapegoat for which something I bear no responsibility. It’s a theme in my life.”

11 “Trust me, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know evil.”

12 “If you desire something, just take it.”

13 “Trust me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s desire.”

14 “What I hate more than anything is a liar, a charlatan, someone who doesn’t believe in what they say.”

15 “Hell truly hath no fury like a man/woman scorned.”

16 “No one gives us the right… we take it.”

17 “Mmm, dangerous. NAME likes.”

18 “There was immediate danger. He/she was about to leave this man/woman completely unsatisfied.”

19 “When in doubt, go with the classics. That’s what I always say.”

20 “Guilt is such a useless emotion”

21 “Take a swing and I’ll shove that so far up your ass, you’ll have splinters in your stool.”

22 “What makes us vulnerable is often right under our noses.”

23 “Now tell me, what is it that you truly desire?”

24 “Well, maybe it’s like butt stuff. Easier the second time around.”

25 “It’s always the ones you least suspect, the ones you trust the most, that hurt you. They wait until your guard is down and then wham! In my case, it was tequila.”

Chloe Decker

26 “It’s better to move forward than stay stuck in the past.” 

27 “We can’t control what happens to us only how it affects us and the choices we make.”

28 “You have to stop taking responsibility for things that you can’t control.” 

29 “Sometimes we get along best with the people we’re most different from.”

30 “Pull yourself together. You look like a homeless magician!”

31 “It’s really not a good day for… your… NAMEness”

32 “You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people.”

33 “If you go looking for loopholes, you’ll always find them.”

34 “NAME’s not another guy/gal. He’s/She’s a weirdo.”

35 “As any parent knows, the best time to get things done is when everyone else is asleep.”

36 “I wasn't afraid of you.”

37 “I don't want you to see me like this. I know it scares you.” “No, that's... that's what I was trying to tell you. I'm not... I'm not afraid of you anymore.” “You're not?” “You see, this is what I'm talking about. It's so sweet. I'm going to puke.”

38 “I miss him/her. I mean, he/she pisses me off all the time. And there are so many things about him/her that ... that I find hard to accept, but I just have to believe I can find a way. Because ... I'd rather have him/her in my life than not.” “Well, then... I think you know what you need to do.”

39 “You're different than me. You're stronger. You could have run, but you didn't. Why didn't you?”

40 “It's not like you haven't always told me the truth. You know? So ... I think, deep down, I just ... I always knew.”

41 “Let's pretend for one second that you're someone else. Someone nice, someone mature.” “Ooh, I love role-play.”

42 “What, you're just gonna leave me here? In this part of town?” “You said you wanted danger.”

43 “Please tell me I'm hallucinating.” “Well, I am dreamy, but try to contain yourself.”

44 “You step out of line one time …” “You can give me a right-good spanking, I promise.”

45 “This cannot be true. Can it? I mean ... if you knew this, why wouldn't you say something? I mean, I almost married him/her. I mean, I almost married him/her.” “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.”

46 “Oh, my God. Did the world just turn upside down? Did you just admit to being wrong?”

47 “You know, it can be scary sometimes, but ... being who you really are is never a bad idea.”

48 “I need you to stay here and watch your dad/mom.” “That's true. Without the two of us, he’s/she's defenseless.” “I don't know if I like what you're whispering about.”

49 “How long have I been out?” “Three years.” “What?!” [NAME starts laughing] “You’re such an ass.”

50 “I couldn't sleep last night, so I stayed up all night working, and, you know, I drank a lot of caffeine. Like, a lot.”

Mazikeen Smith

51 “If you go by someone else’s pace, it shows how much you really care.”

52 “Sometimes you have to accept when someone doesn’t feel the same way about you.” 

53 “Self-worth comes from within, bitches.” 

54 “I would never ask you to change. I like who you are.” 

55 “Hey! No one calls my skank a skank.” 

56 “Good. It's settled. Now, where do I put my knives.”

57 “Okay. One, I like to fight when I'm happy or ... horny. And, two, I really don't want to accidentally kill my best friend.”

58 “Maybe next time, I won't be around to save your ass.” “Mm! Well, that is a shame. 'Cause you and my backside used to get on very well. My front side, as well, actually.”

59 “And your name?” “NAME.” “How do you spell that?” “Surprise me.” [Later gets coffee with "WRONG NAME" on it]

60 “Everything that happened showed me exactly why I need to go back.” “I don't understand.”

Linda Martin

61 “Emotions are hard, but that’s why they make you strong.” 

62 “Goodness isn’t a toy.”

63 “Sometimes we need to lose something to understand its value.”

64 “Sometimes it’s easier to make intimate issues about something bigger than yourself.” 

65 “I find people who are rude usually feel powerless in their own lives. Terrified of not being in control.”

66 “Look... I know I'm not dad/mom, or partner or whatever. But I ...” “No. No, you're not. Come here. You are Uncle/Auntie NAME. And you will always ... be a member of this family.”

67 “Let's talk about what you're dealing with emotionally.” “Yeah, I really don't want to.”

68 “Why is he:she able to refuse my charms? I mean, is this thing on?” [points at him/herself] “Yes, yes. Definitely on.”

69 “How's that saying go? We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.”

70 “Should've seen that one coming.”

Amenadiel

71 “We need the most love when we’re being most unlovable.” 

72 “No matter how bad things get, the true test is how we choose to respond to the pain. We suffer, or inflict.”

73 “Cosmos are yummy.”

74 “If you really want to know if you’re a worthy romantic partner, ask yourself.”

75 “NAME. What are you doing here? Did you hurt NAME?” “Only when he/she asked me nicely.”

Ella Lopez

76 “Whenever I’m procrastinating on something, I make an appointment for myself to do it. That way, can’t back out.”

77 “You see what I'm dealing with?”

78 “Hey. No one insults my family, except for me.”

79 [high on "candy"] “I know I should be freaking out right now, but your hair is so shiny.”

80 I'm usually not into reality shows either. I prefer more, you know, scripted-content, documentaries, but... I've got a little extra time these days, so... sort of kind of watched, uh, 27 seasons in two weeks.

Dan Espinoza 

81 “We all need someone to have our backs every now and then.”

82 “Ooh, lemon bars. My favorite. Mmm. Oh, man, these are amazing. Who made 'em?” “Uh, NAME did. Would you believe that hunk bakes?” [spits out the bars] “On second thought, who needs the empty calories?”

83 “Say you fall in love with a man/woman who has a cat. What are you gonna do? You accept the cat.” 

84 “Are you sleeping with this idiot?” “He/She hasn't had the pleasure, unfortunately, no.”

85 “Dude, I cannot deal with your weirdness right now.”

Trixie Espinoza

86 “We’re wearing the same shirt!” [both] “Sushi shirt!” [from around the corner] “I don’t know what’s going on out there, but I hate it!”

87 “I ate it.” “Mm-hmm.” “But NAME said it was okay.” “Oh, really?” “He/She said, if you really want to do something, you should. And I really wanted to eat some chocolate cake.”

88 “Are you looking at a no-no site?” “No. Why would you think that?” “Because you put it away so fast, and you look really, really guilty.”

89 “NAME, sever their Achilles first. If they can't walk ...” “They can't betray you.”

90 “You need to get a thicker skin. Stand up for yourself, because the truth is, nobody’s gonna do it for you.” — Charlotte Richards

91 “Anybody worth dating should understand everything that makes you … you.” — Ev

[mantra4ia]

Trixstar Imagine Fanfiction: "Three Times The Charm"

By mantra4ia. August 1st 2020. Cross posted to AO3.

One of the most aggravating things about hell was that Lucifer could still hear prayers. Like a soundproof room with a squeaky fan. Like a 'no smoking' sign on your cigarette break. Like listening to Alanis Morissette unironically. God's final joke, Lucifer lamented, was that deep in the bowels of exile was just enough awful celestial Wi-Fi to get the spam — prayers to other celestials of which he only caught the static, or pleas to the big man himself — like the bleed-over on an AM/FM radio. Which was why, when Lucifer finally heard a prayer loud and clear with the volume turned up to 11, it nearly knocked him off his thrown. It had been so long since anyone had prayed directly to him, not in jest, or begging for a favor, but earnestly and with fervor that at first it gave him a migraine. He could hardly hear the words let alone distinguish the voice behind them, until at last he was able to tune in to someone achingly familiar.

"Hey Lucifer, it's me."

Trixie, you little hellion, is it really you?!

"it's Trixie. I'm not sure whether you'll remember me. It's been a while."

You have no idea...but of course I remember you mini-Decker, don't be silly.

"Maybe you think I'm still pet sized. Well I'm not anymore."

I promise you, those remarks had nothing to do with your stature and everything to do with your intelligence, and possibly also your penchant to devour snack cakes, small human. But I admit I was wrong Trixie, you're smart and clever. It was then that the epiphany struck Lucifer: why and how was she praying to him at all?

"I bet you're wondering why I called you on the long distance prayer line. At first I thought maybe I would hear your voice answer me back, but I guess this will have to do. You see Lucifer, I may have lied to you, and I know you are not going to like that, but I hope it doesn't keep you away forever."

What? He took flight from his throne and down to lowest depth of hell scape, trying without success to fully find his footing among the chasms, his knees imperceptibly shaking —though he knew not why — while his feet took hold of him though he knew not where to. As if beckoned by the siren sound of her voice, he made his way through the winding onyx labrynth, turning where her voice waned and proceeding again where it renewed in strength.

"Because I didn't lie-outright-lie. I just didn't tell the whole truth. I've always known you were an angel, like your brother Amenadiel. Just that you live in different places. I wrote a whole bunch of letters over the years, but the post office told me Hell wasn't a valid address, and eventually they started making fun of me behind my back for not having enough postage."

Well you should have tried sending it via the DMV. Honestly, Beatrice, I have any number of portals there. A whole network really.

"Anyway, I figure where you are it might be lonely, so I guess this is as good a time as any to catch up."

Out with it then, what's the sitch child?

"I just started driving lessons, although they're not as good as yours." That's my girl. "And Charlie's doing great, he started playing soccer." Please don't tell me Linda had him play keeper to keep an eye out for infant angel powers. "He's the goalie." Christ, I bet she put him in a helmet too. "I was mad at him for a long time, I know he's only little, but I was angry that he couldn't remember you like I remember you. He even asked me if you were my imaginary friend." Does he really not remember his Uncle Lucifer? "I know, kids are dumb. But I'm not mad anymore. I drew him a picture of you in my art class...and my detention after I didn't do the actual assignment in art class, but still-lifes of fruit are boring. It doesn't look like my old drawings on the refrigerator from the last time you were here, if that's what you're worried about. And it's better than Amenadiel's stick figure drawings. If I'm being honest, I wanted to make sure I remembered you too. Maybe one day you can tell me what you think. My teacher Mrs. Fissner says it's very good. Disturbing but good. She may have sent me to see the social worker. Mom misses you. I miss you too. Listen Lucifer, I'm sorry I didn't reach out sooner but...never mind, I guess that's all for now...."

No, Trixie. You're the first human voice I've heard in a thousand years who isn't begging for mercy. Don't, please, Lucifer pleaded.

"It's just that I don't really believe in prayers. I mean, I think they're kind of stupid..."

You're preaching to the choir Trix. I couldn't agree more, this rare instance being a timely exception.

"...because people somehow find a way to make it all about them, and what they want, when they should really be listening."

Oh damnation, don't tell me you've turned into a theological scholar, or did Amenadiel put you up to this? Fess up. Could you sound anymore like your mum, you're the second oldest young person I know. Where is the Beatrice who could extort people for cash, lay waste to my flat in a single pirouette, and inhale chocolate like I inhale controlled substances? A haunting thought ghosted over Lucifer's nostalgia. Did I miss all your formative years?

"And I don't want to do that, because I don't want to torture you."

Lucifer's step faltered as he slid to the ground against the ravine walls, at last overwhelmed by the whole absurd, miraculous encounter. All the days upon days he'd spent torturing souls without missing a beat, and Trixie was worried about torturing him? About how her struggles might affect him? His chin sank to his chest, and Lucifer cried.

"Mom didn't tell me you went back to hell, because she doesn't know that I believe you when you said you're the devil, but she did tell me that it's important and that in your new job a lot depends on you. I didn't want to hurt you by asking you to come back when I know that you can't. But this life is really important too Lucifer, and...it's mom. She's got a new friend."

So that's it, Lucifer thought in resignation, that's why she's praying.

"I feel lost between them. So I asked God to send me an angel, the nicest angel he had."

You've got to be kidding me? Is that what I am now sloppy seconds, I'm not even first on the prayer chain!

"Except I'm pretty sure I already used up that prayer when he sent me you."

Lucifer's din of thoughts fell into silence as he hauled himself up to full stature, trying to pull himself together. I can't help you Trixie, your mom deserves to be happy. Chloe deserves to share her life with someone who makes her feel as special as she really is. And God help me, I can't believe I'm saying this, but it would help if you showed her a little grace.

"So I was hoping Lucifer, that you could please come back and show my mom this isn't the right guy for her. I know you're the only one who can."

Not if it puts you both in harm's way, Lucifer said, knowing that his words would never reach her, and that her prayer like a billion others before would float away unrequited.

"If you can't help me, please help her."

Lucifer stopped cold. Why would the detective need my help?

"I told you, Lucifer. I need you to understand that I've always known what you look like. More than that, I need you to know I've always understood who you are. So that you'll believe me when I say I know that my mom's friend, the one that looks like you, isn't really you."

It was only then that Lucifer realized the wall he'd braced against was not a stone cliff, but a gate. He did not waste a moment eviscerating the lock.

Trixie had searched for Lucifer once, in his mortal abode at Lux.

She'd found him again within his personal den of iniquity without batting an eye.

Little did she realize that even in the lowest depths of hell she could reach him. Dad's blessings, it seems, run in the family.

Third time's the Trix. You're right urchin. It's time to go home.

***21 days of Lucifer Countdown: 21 days until season five. New content daily***

[theangrypokemaniac]

Random Irritations

The People's Republic of Galar

Red bus? Racists.

Crude cultural appropriation starts as it means to go on with infamous cliché.

As if you get red buses in market towns. I mean, I ask yer.

Never seen a single-decker red bus in me life.

Never seen a single red bus in me life, except for when I visited That London.

Never again, my friends. Never again.

Not only no bloody door, bloody door hole's on wrong bloody side.

Yer gotta take yer life in yer hands and stand in the middle of the road to board a bloody bus these days.

First the Harrying of the North, now this.

Have they not suffered enough?

Yes fellas, it is He: the Son of God.

Pokémon S.S. is so terrible even these writers won't touch it, and that takes some doing.

Unsurprising however, given Galar glorifies Leon, a mauve-mulleted Eighties throwback chav in white tights under Daz-fresh boxers.

There is a green hill far away

Without a city wall,

Where Our Dear Lord was crucified

He died to save us all!

The Saviour's shower cap stadium resembles an inverted lampshade from a Victorian whore's bedroom.

Or I'm looking up a jellyfish minge.

This anatomical monstrosity is home to the World Coronation Series, an event open to all, not that Gen. Ten and Eleven have much representation.

Ah yes, that never-before- mentioned-and-yet-so-very- famous competition, suddenly the be-all and end-all of everyone's lives, so desperate are they to grasp a fleeting battle with Saint Leon, A.K.A. The Mauve Golden One.

Nay, to bask in His shadow shall suffice! Such a towering titan of epic manliness He be!

As a Communist territory, Galar is a shithole with a severe backlog of nuclear waste.

Barrel upon barrel of radioactive gunge piled up in the earth, until the very ground was as thin and brittle as a Jacob's Cream Cracker.

All it takes is Bellsprout's leaf slicing through the tarmac, and BAM!, there's hell to pay.

Jumbo Chu!

In true comic style, one sniff of luminous asbestos turns normal Pokémon into hideous, super-powered mutants.

Pah. Giovanni was pulling this stunt twenty years ago at Pokémon Land. Yer never saw him make a big deal about it.

Such fragile terrain means every building site, archeological dig or graveyard is a bloody death trap.

Dare so much as disturb the soil and wildlife freaks start kicking over skyscrapers like Godzilla storming Tokyo.

And that ain't very festive when you're trying to bury Nana.

Here's a magical land where trains:

A. Arrive.

B. Arrive on time.

C. Are clean.

D. Are spacious.

E. Provide silver-service dining.

F. Are well within the budget of a pair of kids.

G. Don't have pissed passengers slumped in the corner.

Oh now we're in the realms of fantasy.

Given the lack of custom and rural destination, this must be prior to Doctor Beeching's infamous cull of services.

The villain!

Lads, count yer blessings to be spared the soul-depleting trauma of the filthy Underground.

With them backpacks and demented eyes, folk'd mistake yer for suicide bombers.

And they'd be right, 'cause this cartoon's trying to top itself.

I think it's more than leaves on the line this week, Maureen.

Like many fat 'uns, Snorlax neglected his personal hygiene, and washed himself with a rag on a stick.

Sure enough, add a little bit of toxic seepage and the entire Mushroom Kingdom sprouted from his belly button.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Unable to fit in his specially-adapted bungalow, even with windows removed, Jumbo Lax laid his corpulence on the railway to end it all.

Goodnight Vienna!

Cursing his fate, eyes glimmering with Satan's flames, Jumbo Lax vowed to take us all with him, for if he can't eat his entire body weight in Ginsters and not suffer the consequences, then no one can.

Can't so much as commute to work without being murdered in a trainwreck thanks to bloody subterranean leakage.

And they said fracking was safe.

Soft Southern Sissies wrote Pokémon, proven by their terror of what lurks beyond the cosy metropolitan bubble.

I didn't half panic when the boys headed off to the Wild Area:

Not Moss Side? That's the last we'll see of them!

Nah, turned out to be just some fields.

...

The word you're looking for there is 'countryside'.

I remember when this show was all about lighting fires in the woods and sleeping under the stars.

Now anything green is held at arm's length, for fear it might be catching, with it all neatly contained in one fenced-off sector of the Soviet map.

Say goodbye to foraging, drinking from rivers, week-long hikes and anything resembling hardship.

Our designated heroes are a couple of bed-wetting Townies treating nature like a rancid turd poked with a stick.

If either of these invertebrate milksops ever encountered a speck of dirt they'd run home screaming.

And every kid's like No-Go: a zombified slave to his smart phone life support, rolling into a fœtal position after losing the internet for ten minutes.

It ain't meant to be a bloody documentary!

Look at the screen, not the view. That's you all over.

It ain't Pokémon no more. You can forget that nonsense right now.

It's different.

It's fresh.

There's gonna be some changes.

It shall be renamed Pokémon Journeys.

This is the beginning.

This is the future.

This is the true way, my children.

Well until Gen. Nine comes along anyway, at which point it'll never have happened.

But until that dark day, this is the correct incarnation.

It must be christened anew, set apart from the past.

Hence Pokémon Journeys.

As opposed to all those journeys Ash used to have, walking everywhere, camping, the nomad's existence.

Certainly not. Nature is so ewwwww these days.

You don't understand. It's deep.

This is 'journey' in a reality T.V sense. You know, spiritual, oooh so spiritual.

Well it certainly isn't literal.

Ash wakes up on his orthopædic mattress, puts in his teeth, takes public transport, and is always back before ten to eight to get curtains drawn.

No way is he missing his slippers and mug of cocoa, because he lives life on the edge.

...

Should've called it Pokémon Pensioner Day Trips.

[darkestdesired]

Fate

Pairing: Dom!Lucifer Morningstar x Sub!Chloe Decker x Dom!Cupid!Reader

Warnings:Smut/18+/Poly sex/Mentions of gore and murder.

A/n: WhooWhee heres part 1 of a 2 part saucy fic,i had lucifer be mostly the helper in this one but I'm gonna have him be a bigger part in the second.I love the idea of Chloe being a submissive cutie so this was my guilty pleasure.If you wanna see anymore content with our amazing Lucifer cast dont be afraid to request.

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Lucifer walked up to Chloe's desk with his trademark smirk,"Hello Detective,What is our plan of action for today?" Chloe sighed."I have to interview the CEO of Fate,a man was found dead in the alley behind it." Lucifer raised a brow. "Aah yes, illustrious sex club,i wonder what type of sleeze ball this CEO will b-" he was cut off when he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walk down the stairs.The woman seemed so familiar but he just couldn't place his finger on it.She was so enchanting and alluring that Lucifer felt as if his own appeal was mere childs play compared to her.

"Now who on earth is that?" He asked,more to himself than Chloe who shared the same awed expression."That is (Y/n) Cupid,The CEO of Fate." That's when it hit him."That sneaky minx." Lucifer cooed as soon as i made eye contact with him.He watched the realization cross my eyes before a look of lust replaced it.

"Hello ma'am, thank you for coming." I smiled at Chloe."Of course Darling,Anything to make your job easier." My voice sounded like pure silk to Lucifer,he could get drunk off the sound."O-Of course,right this way." Chloe said hurrying to the interogation room with a slightly flustered face.I of course knew the effect i had on people,a curse and a blessing.

Lucifer followed after and held the door open for me,"A pleasure to meet you Mrs.Cupid." i smiled at him,"Please sir,i am not married." I said with a wink before taking a seat. Chloe put a hand on his chest,"Stay out here,I don't need you flirting with her the whole time." Lucifer chuckled."Oh detective i would be careful being in a room alone with her,She is very persuasive." Chloe narrowed her eyes at him."What do you mean?" He grinned."Well that beautiful woman in there just so happens to be Cupid." Chloe's eyes widened."Wait,like the baby in a diaper with a bow,cupid?" He nodded."Yes but don't mention that to her,she hates that humans see her as that." Chloe sighed and ran a hand down her face,"Great just what i needed,a goddess."

Chloe entered the room and shut it behind her,walking over to the table she sat and placed a photo of a bloody man infront of me."Let's begin,Did you know the victim?" I nodded."I have spoken to Mr.Johnson a few times yes.The night he was found dead was a few hours after i had my bouncers throw him out." Chloe raised a brow."Why?" I smirked slightly."I have staff to protect Detective,and he liked to get a bit too friendly with them.I had warned him multiple times to back off,but when one of my dancers ran into my office crying after being inappropriately touched by him after refusing i decided to throw him to the trash where he belonged." She wrote something down trying to hide the smirk that pulled at her lips."Do you think any of your staff could have murdered him?" I shook my head."Of course not,I am close with my staff.None of them are capable of murder,Detective.But i do believe there could be one person who could have." She gave me a look urging me to continue."You see,he is another customer that i have seen speak to the victim a few times,the same night of the murder i had seen them have a small heated argument before i left to my office.He is a regular."

"Thank you for being so complient Miss Cupid,It is greatly appreciated." I hummed and slowly stood up,walking around the desk as she put her stuff together.Her breath hitched when she felt my hands gently begin to massage her shoulders,"M-Miss Cupid?" She closed her eyes at the feelings of her tense shoulders relaxing."Shh darling,You've had such a long day,Allow me to melt away your stress." I leaned down and cooed into her ear,She moaned lightly before she could stop herself.I chuckled to myself and kissed my way down from her temple to her neck,"Miss cupid..we...we can't do this.." I pushed her jacket off her shoulders until it pooled at her elbows."You're a strong woman,if you truly wished for me to stop you would make me." She stood and held onto my arm,Her eyes danced from my aluring (E/c) eyes down to my soft lips with hot pink lipstick.She moaned when i grasped the back of her neck and waist,pulling her into a hungry kiss.The door creaked open causing Chloe to pull away enough to see who had entered.

"Well Well Well,Aren't you two having fun?" Lucifer said as he shut the door behind him.Chloe was practically melting as she held onto me for support,I pulled her till she was flush against me.She buried her face into my collarbone,"Why yes,till you interrupted." I said as i licked my lips at her pleasantly shaking form."Sorry for interrupting then,please,do continue."He grinned before sitting in the seat i previously occupied.I smirked and brushed some hair out of her face,"What do you say Love,Care to give the king of hell a show?" Lucifers eyes darkened a bit as his grin grew wider.

Chloe began kissing my neck causing me to purr,"Ahh yes,Just like that love..mmm.." My hands fell to her butt and i squeezed causing her to gasp,"She makes such delicious sounds,doesn't she Luci?" Lucifer hummed in agreement."Yes,that she does darling." I lifted her up before sitting her onto the table,She leaned back until she laid flat.Lucifer ran his fingers across her cheeks before kissing her tenderly,she held onto him as she began to succumb to the pleasure.

Unzipping her jeans,i pulling them down before tossing them away.I could the wetspot forming on her adorable panties,"Mmm,all ready for me aren't you darling?" She bit her lip when i blew on the spot,lucifer moved to licking and nipping at her neck.Pulling her panties off,i sniffed her delicious scent ,I stuffed them into my pocket."You're being such a good girl darling." He cooed as he started petting her hair.Sitting in her chair i pulled her legs over my shoulder and licked a stripe up her folds,she shuddered and cried out.Lucifer covered her mouth with his,her moans and cries muffled.

I licked and sucked on her folds and cliterus,using my powers to make sure every single thing i did to her gave her the greatest pleasure.She reched down and dug her fingers into my (H/c) hair,pulling me in deeper."(Y/n)..Ah..I-I'm close..ahh..let go.." She tried to pull me away but i wrapped my arms around her thighs,holding her in place as i mercilessly licked her quivering folds.The smell of her arousal was enough to kill someone,Both Lucifer and I made eye contact as she finally Released on my awaiting tongue."Good girl,Give all of it to her." Lucifer massaged her breasts as i helped her through her orgasm.

Licking my lips i pulled away and stood,Pulling out my card i handed it to lucifer."Let us do this again darlings,it was an absolute pleasure." I kissed Chloe,as she tried her best to collect herself, before kissing Lucifer.He tapped my cheek with a grin,"I trust you'll take good care of her Luci?" He chuckled."Don't worry about us,We have a blissfull night ahead of us." He said with a look in his eyes.