#and she replied to my highlights saying it was cute and i said thank you

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how do you politely decline someone

[therealcocoshady]

Hi coco!

Can you do a one shot about a younger actress reader?

There is a tiktok going viral about her saying that she likes older men and another where she is looking at marshall at an event with "fuck me eyes"?

Reader freaks out when marshall just slides into her dms but later they are spotted together at the paparazzi?

I just find it cute and awkward 💀

DADDY’S SPAGHETTI 🍝

Eminem x Young Actress Reader

Synopsis : You are a young actress whose crush on Eminem becomes public. You are mortified about it… until he slides in your DMs.

Author’s Note : I absolutely LOVED this request, I had to give it a go ❤️. I was inspired and I swear I never wrote anything that quickly. It is short and sweet and I hope you enjoy it. ☺️

You thought you were done being publicly embarrassed. Yet, life was proving you wrong. As an actress who had her start in her teenage years, you weren’t a stranger to embarrassment. From awkward casting calls to stupid deaths on TV, it was practically part of the job. However, as your career evolved, you thought it would go away. After all, you were now in a better position, able to choose the projects you were involved in and you had garnered the respect from your peers and the industry. Even the media had become more kind towards you. In a matter of years, you had gone from the awkward teen movie star to well-respected actress, and you were able to look back fondly to your early years. You even joked about how awkward you were, back then. The last thing you expected was for it to start all over again. 

You were walking the red carpet for the premiere of your latest movie, your biggest project to date. It was truly the highlight of your career : a role created specifically for you, a movie directed by someone you admired, a beautiful story told on the big screen… You had gotten your fair share of praise in the past, but you knew this was going to be your « big break ». Behind the scenes, everyone had praised your performance and told you it was « Oscars material ». You didn’t know if that was true or not, but you were on cloud nine nonetheless. When you walked the red carpet at the premiere, in a custom Elie Saab gown, everything felt right and you weren’t even stressed out when you answered the questions of a few journalists present. 

You look truly amazing, tonight, one commented. Who are you wearing ? 

Thank you ! This is a custom Elie Saab, I feel like a princess. I sort of had to dress up for this beautiful event, you replied as you tried to shift the focus on the movie. 

This is your biggest role to date, another said. How do you feel about the movie ? Have you seen it ? 

I’ve seen bits and pieces. But I’m going to discover the whole thing tonight, you said with excitement. I’m very confident. Filming with such a director was an honor and I know that the result will be great. I can’t wait for everyone to see it ! 

One thing that everybody is really excited about is the soundtrack, too, a third journalist chimed in. Eminem was involved. Have you heard the theme song yet ? 

I haven’t, you said. But it’s Eminem so I know it’s going to be absolutely fantastic ! I can’t wait to hear it ! 

You sound like you like his work. Have the two of you met ? They asked. 

Oh, I’m his biggest fan, you said with a huge smile. His music’s the soundtrack to my life ! But no, I haven’t met him… 

Tonight’s your chance, they joked. He is over there. 

They pointed to him and Eminem was, indeed, a few feet away from you. He had been a celebrity crush of yours for years and you were absolutely starstruck. He was even more attractive than in pictures ! You couldn’t help but stare. This man was oozing charisma and commanding attention. You didn’t even notice that you were looking at him with « fuck me » eyes and licking your lips. For a brief instant, you completely forgot where you were, until you heard your name being called, signaling that you had to keep walking and enter the screening room. That night, you didn’t get a chance to meet your idol, though. As the lead of the movie, people kept on coming over to you and talking to you. It was probably for the best, too. You had been starstruck enough on the red carpet ad you did not trust yourself to have a pleasant exchange with him. 

Of course, the video of you thirsting over Eminem went viral. It would have been kind of cute if other clips hadn’t surfaced. There were videos from years ago, of you talking about having a crush on him - God, you really didn’t have a filter, back then - and especially one interview where you were candid about being attracted by older men. 

What’s your type when it comes to men and dating ? The journalist asked. 

I like mature, older men, you said candidly. I’m not really attracted to people my age. 

Any physical features you’re attracted to ? 

Oh, it’s typical, you know, you giggled. Dark hair, blue eyes… I like a nice beard, too. 

So basically… Eminem ? The interviewer playfully asked. 

Oooof… You have no idea, you replied with a grin. 

Isn’t he… Old enough to be your Dad, though ? 

Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind calling Marshall Mathers Daddy, you giggled. 

At the time, this interview didn’t make much noise. It was for an indie podcast and, seeing as you weren’t too famous at the time, it sort of flew under the radar. It was kind of a harmless joke and a nod to your thirst for him, which all your friends were very much aware of. However, the video resurfaced after the viral red carpet clip, and people were quick to make edits, soberly titled « Y/N thirsting over Eminem over the years ». Your friends jokingly forwarded them to you and you know they were being playful, but to you, it was everything but fun. You were absolutely mortified. Having a crush on him was one thing, but there was a literal video of you staring at him like you were in heat. So much for being a classy movie star… 

The nail in the coffin came when Marshall was interviewed and asked to react to the video of you thirsting over him. He seemed genuinely surprised, leading to think that he wasn’t aware of the clip before the interview. All in all, he didn’t say much, he just described the whole thing as « flattering » and quickly went on to praise your performance in the movie : « We didn’t actually meet, but I saw the movie, which I worked on the soundtrack for, and she is really amazing in it. Really talented. ». Thank God, he didn’t add to your embarrassment. Your friends were going crazy over this « Come on, Y/N, he said he was flattered and that you’re talented ! That’s cute ! You should DM him or something », they encouraged you. However, you didn’t. He was clearly just being classy and not publicly embarrassing you - you did that on your own anyway. 

A few days later, however, you had the biggest surprise of your life : a DM from him on Instagram. At first, you thought it was a fake account and didn’t pay it much attention but it was clearly him, verified account, blue tick and everything. You were nervous to open it and you almost didn’t want to. What would he say to you ? Most likely something along the lines of « Please don’t mention me ever again, that’s awkward, you’re awkward and your filmography is trash anyway». It actually took you a couple of days to muster the courage of opening it. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything horrible. Quite the contrary, actually. He was in LA for the week and wanted to know if you’d have dinner with him. You were terrified and freaking out, but also excited. At first, you were reluctant - what if you embarrassed yourself ? But ultimately, curiosity got the best of you and you accepted. Surely, if he asked you to have dinner with him, it couldn’t be that bad, right ? 

A couple of days later, the two of you went for dinner and joined at SoHo House in West Hollywood. Due to both of your fame, a members-only social club was a safe pace that allowed for privacy. You were nervous, at first, and some paranoid part of your brain was scared that it would be a complete disaster, but it was the contrary. He introduced himself as Marshall and was an absolute gentleman and a sweetheart. He mentioned he had seen a lot of your movies and described himself as an admirer of your work. The whole evening, conversation flowed easily between the two of you. He put you at ease and was one of the most interesting persons you had ever met, knowledgeable on a lot of subjects and funny as hell, too. You weren’t too sure, but it also seemed like he was subtly flirting with you, though you didn’t want to get in your own head and make assumptions. He was so chill that you weren’t star struck anymore, but you were still reasonably impressed and too scared to flirt, so you simply enjoyed conversation with him. You were usually scared to meet people you admired, afraid that you’d have a terrible interaction with them that would taint your perception of their work, but the whole dinner was heavenly and you were so glad he DMed you. In his company, time seemed like a foreign concept, so much so that you had to be kicked out of the club’s restaurant, since you were the only customers left and it was 2 in the morning. 

I can’t believe we’ve been here for six hours already, you giggled. Time really flew by. 

It did, he said with a smile. I’m really glad we did this, Y/N. 

Me too, you said shyly. 

You were in the lobby, about to part ways, and your heart was beating fast. The way he spoke your name had you feeling all the feels and you didn’t really want the moment to end. He was staring at you intently while you were nervously biting your lip, trying not to say something awkward that could ruin the night. « Don’t be that person, Y/N », you thought to yourself. 

Thank you for coming, he said. When you didn’t reply to my DM, I thought you didn’t really want to meet. But I had a really great time tonight. 

Yeah, sorry I… I actually took a few days to open your message because I was scared, you confessed. I mean, we haven’t addressed the elephant in the room tonight, but I did kind of make a fool of myself on the red carpet. And when you wrote, I was kind of nervous. 

You didn’t make a fool of yourself, he said reassuringly. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It was kind of adorable. 

No need to sugarcoat it, you said nervously. You’ve seen that video of me thirsting over you… 

I have, he said as he got closer to you. I’m pretty lucky… 

A-Are you ? You asked nervously. 

Yeah… Thank God they didn’t catch me staring at you the whole night of the premiere, he continued. Because I literally couldn’t take my eyes off you. You’re gorgeous. 

Oh ? Uhm… I mean… The glam team really did a good job, you babbled. And the stylists, too. 

They really did, he said with a smile as he got even closer. You were stunning. 

I mean, it was a lot of work for me to look good, you know ? I mean I normally look like tra-… I mean, not trash but you know it’s… 

There you were. Embarrassing yourself. There was only so much time you could spend in his intoxicating presence without making a fool of yourself and, apparently, it was six hours. He was smiling and you nerves were getting the best of you. You didn’t drink too much at dinner and you couldn’t even blame it on the cocktails. Just your dumb brain making interactions awkward. Thank God the lobby was dimly lit, otherwise, he would have seen your face turn bright red. You cheeks were burning from embarrassment. 

I-I’m sorry, you said. I’m not good at talking to hot people. I mean you’re… Oh my God, why can’t I shut up ? I’m sorry, it’s late and -

I’ll help you, he chuckled as he cupped your face and kissed you. 

The kiss was soft and romantic and you could feel him smile into it. He had one hand stroking your cheek while the other one was on your waist, pulling you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and fully leaned into the kiss as your lips parted ways, allowing his tongue to caress yours. Thank God it was late and you were the only people there, having some sense of privacy while the kiss got more and more passionate. When he broke the embrace, Marshall grabbed your hand and pressed his forehead to yours. 

Would you like to come to my room ? He asked with a smile. 

Ok, you nodded - still a bit dizzy from the kiss. 

In the elevator, you kissed hungrily and there was absolutely no doubt as to where this was headed. You usually weren’t the kind of girl to sleep on the first date, but your five-date policy was thrown to the fire. Marshall was way too hot, way too charismatic. Also, you’d fantasized about him long enough to make an exception. If every wet dream of yours he had inhabited over the years counted as a date, this was actually overdue. You made it to the room and quickly ended up on the bed with him on top of you, nipping at the sweet spot in your neck. 

Marshall, you moaned. 

You meant « Daddy », right ? He asked with a smirk. 

You stared at him with your mouth open, almost embarrassed as you remembered your comment about how you wouldn’t mind calling him Daddy. Your shocked expression made him laugh and he didn’t give you time to reply. Instead, he captured your lips and ran his hands under your blouse. That night, you did end up calling him « Daddy », as well as screaming his name while he ravished you in every way possible until the both of you passed out from exhaustion. 

The next morning, as you woke up in his arms, you weren’t too sure what to do or say, wondering if that was a one time thing or not. However, you weren’t confused for too long as Marshall asked you on another dinner date. You saw each other as much as possible for the remainder of his stay in California. It was meant to be casual, at first, but it quickly became more and, even though the two of you were busy, you tried to make it work. Whenever he came to LA to work with Dre, he would stay at your place and, as soon as you had free time, you flew to Michigan to spend time with him. It was only a matter of time until rumors started to emerge about the two of you, though you were careful not to be spotted together. 

DADDY’S SPAGHETTI : Y/N SPOTTED IN DETROIT. 

Oscar-nominated actress Y/N was spotted in Detroit last week. She was seen grabbing a takeout order from Mom’s Spaghetti on Woodward Avenue. Through the years, Y/N has been quite vocal about her love of Eminem, but it seems like she’s doing more than supporting the Rap God’s business venture. The hoodie she was wearing does look a lot like the one Eminem was wearing a few days earlier when he was spotted attending the Lions game. Last time she walked the red carpet, Y/N was seen thirsting over the Detroit rapper. Is there a chance they could appear at the Oscars together ?

[sterredem]

Easter eggs

Taylor Swift x Ferrari!driver!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls

Warning hate, homophobia, not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary Taylor always leaves Easter eggs in songs and posts, in this case the Easter eggs are about a curtain Ferrari driver…

This was a request!

Extra info: Readers number is 87

A/N Also I want to say; this is in NO WAY implying that Taylor is gay; I am just making a fan fictions. I know that she is in a relationship but this is just fiction. Also I know I use pictures of her with friends as her on dates but I am in no way implying that that is that. Again I am just making fiction and I am using the things that exist to make fiction that I and other people enjoy reading.

Its a bit long but I LOVE it!

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Yourusername I had such an amazing time at the Eras tour in Paris! Thank you so much to Taylor for inviting me, for all the fans for being so nice and trading bracelets with me. Also a (again) a big thank you to Taylor for gifting me this STUNNING cardigan so that I could wear it. This may be the highlight of my year!

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Taylorswift I’m glad you enjoyed your gifts and the show!

Yourusername I very much enjoyed it all! And thank you again for everything!🫶

User0 Whair giftS?! As in plura?!

Taylornation We were happy to have you! Liked by author

blakelively It was so nice seeing you again!

Yourusername OMG YES! It was so nice to hang out!

Theerastour Happy you enjoyed the show!

User1 OMG! WORLD COLIDING!

User2 This is perfect timing with the Twitter thread

User3 You look so good!

User4 She really is living the dream

User5 SHE GOT A FREE ORIGINAL CARDIGAN?!?!

User6 The day after the race in Canada?! This is insane!

User7 Yeah! And after an DNF That is!

User7 Folklore era fits her so well!!

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Monaco Grand Prix

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CelebrityNews Taylor Swift seen at the Monaco formula 1 Grand Prix. This is exiting news after people did a deep dive on lyrics on Swifts new album and saw references to the sport, beside those references there are also mentions of ‘she’. Could this be Taylor coming to support her new love? Or is this just making a public appearance to a sport that she has publicly said she loves, and that she is letting her fans clown (again). Read more on our website!

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User8 Oh?! This is interesting.

User9 I wouldn’t be surprised if this is just because she likes f1 but I also wouldn’t be surprised if she really is dating someone in f1 (ether a driver or someone that works for a team)

User10 I am curious to what team she is going

User11 besides the point he she look GOOD

User12 what is Lando lurking in the likes?

User13 Maybe they are dating?

User12 HAHAHAHA Lando norizz?? Never!

User13 Hey it could be!

User12 It could but she mentioned a she soo…

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Yourusername posted a story

Taylorswift replied to your story

oh? That is an interesting reaction to meeting me…

Yourusername Shut up

What was it again? 😳🙂‍↕️🤭😦🙂😄🥰?

Yourusername Stop, you’re being mean☹️

Cute

Yourusername STOP ✋

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YOU MET TAYLOR SWIFT?!?!

Yourusername I’ve met her earlier so…

WHEN?!

Yourusername Wel at her tour… and before that… and I was invited to her birthday…

Y/N!! YOU TRAITOR!!

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I’m suprised I haven’t heard you Freek out yet

Yourusername It isn’t the first time i meet her

HUH?!?!

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Formula1Gossip Taylor Swift once again spotten in the paddock, this time in red, she was also seen in the Ferrari garage. Is she there to support a special someone? Or is she there because she likes the sport? On our website we did a deep dive!

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User1 Oh? Again?

User2 FERARRI LETS GOOO!!

User3 Maybe she is dating Charles?

User4 Bro have you seen the ‘she’s’ in het songs?!

User5 her hair looks so good!

User6 maybe she is dating Y/n?

User7 Yeah sure grandma, let’s get you back to bed..

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Taylorswift replied to your story

Great job love🫶

Yourusername Thank you Tay!

See you soon?

Yourusername Yeah, I’ll come to the hotel.

Great, I’ll wait with the food

Yourusername 👍

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WAGnews Taylor Swift once again spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. This time wearing a Y/n Y/l/n sweatshirt with her number on it. Does this mean that they are together? Or is it just friend supporting friend?

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User8 I think they are just friends, so why is this on the WAG page?

User9 …and they where roommates…

User10 What if Y/n gave her the sweater after Taylor gave her the cardigan??

User11 She looks so happy now! I’m happy for her!

User12 I think that if her and Y/n would be dating they would be a POWER couple with Taylor dominating the music industry and Y/n dominating Formula 1

User13 As the user said on Twitter; the red is getting more and more over the weekend.

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Yourusername What a great weekend was this! p1! And congratulations to Charles with P2! It was as always a very enjoyable weekend and I had some very special people with me🫶 see you in Canada!

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Charles_Leclerc Great job Y/n👍

Taylorswift It was amazing watching this weekend🫶 and congrats on P1!! liked by author

User1 Great job!

User2 Everyone just ignoring the kiss?!?!?!!! I CALLED IT!!!

User3 YEAH!! I WAS SO SHOCKED!!!!

User4 HARD LAUNCH AT RACE!

User5 P1 LETS GOOOO

User6 I think the world just stopped after that kiss

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Yourusername The cats out of the bag I guess…… here is my lovely girlfriend; Taylor! I think you all know who she is, but in case you don’t; she is a amazing sing and songwriter, she is one of the most famous person right now, she is very kind, very passionate about what she does (and also very talented in what she does), very generous and also very funny (she is also a cat lover (she forced me to put that in)). I hope you will all love her as much as I do because you will see us together a LOT more. This is the love of my life, forever and always.

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Taylorswift I LOVE YOUU!!!❤️🫶🫶❤️❤️ liked by author

Taylornation Power couple!!

Y/l/n87 The cutest!

Landonorris traitor

Charles_Leclerc Happy for you!

User7 AAAHHHHHHH

User8 The caption is the SWEETEST thing EVER!!

User9 Her putting Taylor song lyrics in the caption is EVERYTHING to me!!

User10 They are adorable!!

User11 I’m speechless

User12 The compliments are just🥰🙂😊😘🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

User13 Not the cat mention😂😂

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CelebrityGossip After the recent reveal of the relationship from Taylor swift and Y/n Y/l/n, here are some pictures of them that we where sworn to keep private until their relationship as announced. A very cute couple indeed, more pictures on our website

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User1 THEY ARE SO CUTE!

User2 I AM SO HAPPY! I CALLED IT YALL!!!

User3 This is my new Roman Empire

User4 YOU KNEW???? AN GOSSIP ACCOUNTS KNEW AND DIDNT GOSSIP?! THAT IS INSANE!

User5 I remember some of these outfits, and they are from a year ago. So they’ve been together for that long without us knowing?!

User6 Power couple, and hottest couple ever.

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Secrets of Spring

Summary: Studying is hard. Especially when your study buddy won't stop talking about Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

college au | athlete bucky

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“-and then I was like ‘oh my god Bucky, you are like, so funny’ and then he was like-”

You sighed loudly as Kayla continued blabbing, hoping your study partner would get the hint and stop reiterating her 3-second-long interaction with James Buchanan Barnes, the school’s star quarterback and flirt.

“And then my friend Riya was like ‘oh my god Kay Kay, he’s literally flirting with you-”

“That’s great, Kayla, but could we back to the flashcards by any chance-”

“He’s just so goddamn hot!” She squealed as she brandished the stack of notecards around in the air, earning glares directed at both of you from a couple other studious students occupying the library’s tables.

You sunk down in your seat, pretending not to know the lululemon-clad girl in front of you who was basically buzzing with excitement. Of course, studying with Kayla would not have been your first choice, and you definitely weren’t her top pick either, but you two were each others’ only hope, considering the fact that the rest of the kids in your anatomy class were always either high, drunk, or both.

“It should be illegal to look that good,” she said as she looked off into the distance with glassy eyes and fanned herself. Her eyes lit up as she turned her eyes back to you and straightened up in her seat. “And guess what?”

You didn’t have time to guess before Kayla continued rambling on.

“My friend, Lynn, saw him at the gym shirtless the other day and took a picture,” She gushed as she pulled out her phone. “Wait, lemme show you. He looked so sweaty and delicious.”

You grimaced, reaching over to turn her phone off in the middle of her search. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Your loss.” Kayla snapped her gum obnoxiously before her eyes lit up again. “Oh, and guess what?”

You just grumbled in response.

“So you know how my friend’s brother is on the football team with Bucky, right?”

You had no idea who this friend was, much less who her brother was, but you nodded along with Kayla as you felt the headache creeping in.

“She told me that when he came over to her house during spring break to hang out with her brother, he snuck into her room and they both spent the entire night together.” Kayla’s eyes sparkled with a mix of envy and excitement. “In the room right next to her parents.” 

You couldn’t stop the words that vomited from your mouth. “Bucky was at his parents’ house up in Brooklyn with Steve for the entirety of the break, Kayla.”

“Oh.” Kayla’s eyebrows furrowed, and you were glad she was more focused on the discrepancy in her friend’s story rather than your sudden burst of knowledge.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat awkwardly. “I think your friend lied to you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Kayla waved her hand with a blinding smile. “This is a good thing!”

You arched an eyebrow at her.

“I won’t be breaking girl code by dating Bucky now, since my friend never actually had anything with him!” 

“Oh . . . okay?” Not like that would’ve stopped you anyways.

Her phone pinged, and she looked at it with a smile, standing up to collect her stuff (which was just her Starbucks drink and a singular highlighter). “Alright, I gotta head back to my apartment and get ready for my date tonight.”

“Oh?” Surely it couldn’t be with Bucky. Right?

"Wow, a date?" you replied, trying to sound nonchalant even as your curiosity piqued. "With who?"

Kayla grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "With this guy I met at the gym last week. He's super cute and really into fitness, just like me!"

That was exactly what you were expecting her to say, but a weight was lifted off of your shoulders anyways.

“Have fun.” You smiled in relief.

“Thanks, babes.” She blew you a kiss. “This study sesh was so great. I learned a ton.”

As she sashayed away, you decided not to bring up the fact that she got through a grand total of exactly three flashcards.

With the shake of your head, you gathered your own belongings and headed out the library as quietly as possible, almost as if you were trying to compensate for the ruckus that Kayla had left behind.

As the cool spring wind breezed through your hair and birds chirped in the cherry blossom trees above you, your phone vibrated continuously in your pocket.

You struggled as you fished out the phone, mentally cursing out all the textbooks you decided to checkout. However, the slight frown on your face was replaced with a grin pulling at the corner of your lips as you brought your phone to your ear.

“Hey, baby.” The familiar low of his voice brought a chill up your spine. And it wasn’t from the wind.

“What do you want, Barnes.” You were certain he could hear the goofy smile on your face.

“Aw, you sound congested, doll.” He coddled you through the phone as you rolled your eyes. “Are you sick? Allergies?”

“I’m sick of hearing about you all day.” You emphasized with a smirk, after taking a moment to genuinely sneeze. Damn pollen.

“Well, can you really blame ‘em for talking about the most charming guy in town?” He laughed on his end of the line.

“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Barnes.”

“What was dear Kayla telling you this time?”

“Just the usual. Something about you being shirtless and glistening in sweat at the gym.”

“Damn. I should start charging her for all the conversation material she’s getting out of me.”

You snorted, but little vines of jealousy stretched around your heart. “You should run your own little side hustle. You’d make thousands.”

“I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll throw in some autographed headshots as well.”

“I can already picture the line of people stretched around the block.”

Bucky chuckled on the other end of the line, his laughter warm. "Hey, I'll have you know, I've got quite the fan club," he teased, his voice playful.

You couldn't help but smile, despite yourself. "Yeah, well, they clearly don't know how insufferable you are," you replied, your tone teasing.

There was a brief pause before Bucky spoke again, his tone turning more serious. "Hey, I miss you," he confessed softly, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

His words tugged at your heartstring. “I miss you too, Buck.”

He seemed to immediately notice the softening of your voice. “You got anywhere to be tonight? I’ll come by later with some pizza.”

“What-” You almost tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. “Barnes, are you crazy?”

“What?” You could imagine his innocent expression through the phone. “Am I not allowed to visit my girlfriend?”

Bucky visiting you wasn’t the problem. The problem was that you lived right between Faith Robinson and McKenzie Gonzalez, the biggest gossipers on campus, not to mention the nosiest neighbors. When one of them would inevitably see Bucky strut down the hall to your door in his tight henley with a box of pizza, the whole student body would hear the news before you could even open the door and let him in.

And having the entire school know about your relationship was the exact opposite of what Bucky wanted.

Right?

“Don’t be a smartass. You know exactly who I live by.”

“I don’t give a damn about who sees us anymore, baby. I just need to see you.”

You took a moment to process his words. You could imagine him holding his breath on his end of the line. “Oh.”

Really? The moment you’ve been secretly hoping for is here, and all you can say is ‘oh’?

“‘Oh’ in a bad way or ‘oh’ in a good way?” Bucky chuckled nervously.

The vines turned into butterflies and fluttered in your chest as you giggled. “‘Oh’ in a . . . surprised way, I guess,” you replied finally. “Yes. Yes, I would love for you to come over.”

Bucky breathed out into a cheeky grin. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Neither of you were good with words, but you didn’t need them. You understood each other perfectly.

[nycbaby21]

Matching PJs

prompt: matching pjs w/ Quinn and Jack and Luke chirp the hell out of him

word count: 1,653

“Oh Quinny,” I yell into the house excited to show him what I found shopping today. I hear Ellen laugh behind me, she had her doubts about the gift but I knew it would work out. “Living room,” he replies. Walking into the room I see him and Jim sitting on the couch watching some highlights from one of his games. I skip over to him and sit on the arm of the couch next to him. I smile down at him and kiss his cheek.

“What did you do,” his voice was filled with dread. Ellen had joined us by now and cuddled up into Jim’s side. The two looked over at us and laughed at how Quinn was acting. Everyone saw Quinn as a grump who hated anything remotely fun. We all saw a different side of him though. He was really a big softie when it came to the people he loved most. Ellen and Jim had told me several times that they had never seen him happier, and my heart melted at that moment.

“Quit acting like you won’t love whatever she has. That girl could give you a rock and you’d treat it like the Stanley Cup,” Jim joked at his oldest who just simply blushed and took the bag from my hands. We all just laughed at him and I sat impatiently waiting for his reaction. He slowly pulled out the clothes I picked out for him. I was bouncing with excitement. He pulled out the black long-sleeve and cut a look at me.

“Thank you,” he said confused as to why I was acting this way over a plain shirt. I rolled my eyes,” keep going.” He dug a little deeper and he knew what it was as soon as he touched it. A small smile crept its way onto his face. He pulled out a pair of fuzzy pajama bottoms covered with cute Halloween designs. “I got a matching pair,” I say pulling mine from the bag I had sitting on the floor next to me. He looked up at me with nothing but love in his eyes. “I love them. Thank you, baby,” he says grabbing my hand and giving it a small kiss.

Jim starts laughing at him, and then Ellen clears her throat. “Don’t start laughing now. Y/n was pretty convincing and I bought us a pair too,” she laughed throwing a bag on his lap. Quinn let out the loudest laugh and I quickly joined them. Jim had the funniest expression on his face. “Aw Dad, you are gonna look so cute,” Quinn picked at his dad, giving him teasing right back like he had done his son five minutes earlier. When he started to protest I just pulled a pleading look and he sighed. “That girl could sell ice to a polar bear,” he grumbles ruffling my hair and taking his pants with him. 

Hours later Quinn and I had changed into our pjs and were setting up a movie night in the living room. “Okay, so we have popcorn, candy, blankets, and a stack of Halloween movies ready. I think we are good to go,” I smile looking over at him. He walks over and places his hands around my waist. I quickly throw mine around his neck. “You forgot the most important thing,” his voice rasps. I raise my eyebrows,” Oh yeah. What’s that?” He smiled down at me and leaned in close. “Our adorable matching pants,” he said leaning down and kissing my lips. 

I smile into the kiss and he pinches my sides and I squeal pulling away. “Jerk,” I laugh stepping back from him. A playful look overcomes his face and he steps towards me. I laugh and try to run away from him but he catches me quickly. He puts his face into my neck and I lean back into him. Our quiet moment of bliss is interrupted by Jack yelling into the house followed by the door shutting. 

“You guys will never believe what mom got dad to wear,” Jack started and stopped seeing Quinn and me. “No fucking way,” he doubled over laughing. “What are you laughing at,” Luke said finally walking into the room followed by Dylan. Luke raises his eyebrows at us and joins his brother in laughing. Quinn separates from me and throws a pillow at them. “Yeah yeah yeah, laugh it up,” he says sitting down on the couch pulling me down with him. The three boys follow suit and join us in the living room. “I cannot believe you actually put that shit on,” Jack laughs sitting down in the recliner next to the couch. Quinn just pulled me closer and I nuzzled into his side.

“You are just jealous that I have someone to wear them with and you don’t” Quinn shrugs grabbing the remote and trying to play the first movie but Luke snatches it and pauses it. “You look like a freaking dork Q,” Luke says grabbing a handful of popcorn. I shove him with my foot. “No popcorn for people who make fun of my pjs,” I joke snatching the bowl away. “Ignore them. I personally think you guys look adorable. You guys are literally couple goals. I wish I had someone to wear those with,” Dylan smiles over at us from the other recliner.

I grin over at the Duke boy and jump up from my spot on the couch. I dash to our room and grab the bag of extra bottoms that I bought for the three of them. I run back and throw a pair at Dyl. “I got you a pair too,” I say smiling at him. “No you fucking didn’t. Thank you Y/n! This means so much to me,” he says standing and pulling me into a hug. I return the hug and pull away from him and look at the two younger Hughes brothers. 

“I bought you guys some too. But I can just return them tomorrow,” I sadly smile at the two of them and sit back on the couch in between my boyfriend and Luke. I lean over and gently grab the remote from the youngest boy and play the first movie. I let Quinn pick first and he chose Halloweentown. I nuzzled deeper into his side and focused on the movie. I tried to ignore the glances from the guys. I knew it wasn’t everyone’s thing, but I just wanted them to feel included. 

After the movie ended I looked over and saw the popcorn bowls were empty. “I’m gonna go fill these up. Dylan you can pick the next movie,” I smile over at him pasing him the remote. I go into the kitchen and start the microwave popping more. In the living room, Quinn reaches over and slaps Jack’s thigh while Dylan punches Luke’s arm. “Ow, what was that for,” both boys whine. “That was uncalled for guys,” Dylan says scrolling through the movies and finally landing on Hocus Pocus. “Okay, you don’t have to say anything. I feel shitty enough,” Luke says leaning back into the couch. “She just wanted all of you to not feel left out. She knew it was a stupid coupley thing but she told Mom she would never want you guys to feel excluded so she grabbed five pairs of the pants today,” Quinn grumbled shooting them both a look. 

Quinn joined me in the kitchen wrapping his arms around my waist. “Hey baby,” he says into my neck before placing a small kiss there. “Hey Quinny,” I smile turning around and kissing him before pulling away and grabbing the popcorn out of the microwave. I pour the bags into several bowls for everyone. “You know this would go faster if you let go right,” I laugh dragging him along with me. “Yes I do,” he smiles and his grip tightens around me. I laugh at him and turn to face him once again. 

“I’m sorry baby,” he frowns looking down at me. I shrug my shoulders. “It’s okay. Really I swear. I just know they miss you during the season and I wanted to do something for everyone not just us,” I say standing on my tiptoes to kiss his nose. His eyes crinkle and he smiles at me. “We should do to the living room. Because if we don’t go now I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder and say forget them carrying you to our room,” he whispers and my cheeks flush. “Quinn,” I whine leaning my head down to lay it on his chest. It vibrates with his laughter. 

I carry two bowls back into the room while Quinn grabs the other three. “Where did the boys go,” I ask Dylan who just shrugs and a small smile. When I go to ask another question the two brothers come into the room matching the three of us. “You guys didn’t have to do that you know,” I can’t help control the smile on my face. “Y/n, I am really sorry for laughing and cracking on you. I really appreciate you included us,” Luke says wrapping his arms around me in a sweet hug. Jack is standing there behind him smiling and waiting for his turn. When Luke pulls away Jack quickly replaces him.

“We couldn’t ask for a better person to love our brother. And I can’t thank you enough for loving us too Y/n/n,” Jack steps back and smiles at me. “You guys,” I say tearing up and smiling at them. “I want a hug too,” Dylan whines and I laugh wrapping him up in one too. We all settle in and start the movie. “You know Dad was right,” Quinn whispers into my hair. I hum asking him what he was talking about. “You really could talk anyone into anything,” he laughs. I smile over at him and shrug my shoulders. 

[baileypie-writes]

idk maybe just them gossiping or just hanging out (i don’t actually know what a prompt is, and i suck at making up stories 😭)

A/N ~ I hope I remember what you asked for correctly. I believe it was being best friends with Veneer? If not, I deeply apologize! Hope you enjoy!

~Celebrity Gossip~

Veneer + GN!Best Friend!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Gender neutral, Veneer’s best friend

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Comedy, fluff

Synopsis: One of the perks of having a celebrity for a best friend, is getting to hear all the celebrity gossip. This time, Veneer had some good tea!

Warnings: Gossiping(duh), mentions of an adult dating a minor(part of the gossip)

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You heard a “ping” come from your phone, as well as felt it vibrate slightly. You pick it up, and it’s a text message from your best friend, Veneer. You wondered why he would be texting you if he was working.

You opened the message, and excitement rose within you. The text read:

“I’m coming over after work. I have some JUICY gossip!”

You replied: “Can’t wait!” And set your phone down.

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About an hour later, you heard a knock at your front door. You practically jumped off the couch, and dashed to answer it.

“Prepare yourself, this is a lot!” He said, once you opened the door.

“I’m already prepared. I even got snacks!” You responded. Veneer let out a small, excited squeal, and you both went into the living room.

Veneer grabbed a bag of potato chip, and you got some candy.

“Bitch, the pot.” You said.

(A/N ~ This is really old talk for “pour the tea”! Idk, just thought it’d be funny.)

After swallowing a mouthful of chips, he began. “Okay, so you know Chrysanthemum the pop singer, right?” He asked.

“Yes, of course I do!” You responded.

“Okay, so you know how she was dating Chad?”

“Yeah. Wait a minute, ‘was’? What happened? Did they break up?” You asked, in shock. “They were so cute together!”

“Okay, get this! Chad has been kind of distant lately. At the event I was just at, he was on his phone, like, the whole time!” You hummed at this, very intrigued. “Chrissy was getting a lot of praise and stuff, and Chad didn’t even look up or say anything!”

You gasped. “What? What a douche bag!”

“Yeah! I know!” Veneer shoved some more chips in his mouth. You did the same with your candy. After a moment, he continued. “So eventually, Chrissy gets mad at him, and snatches his phone. Then she find out that he’s been texting another girl!”

You gasp yet again. “What?! He’s been cheating?! How could he cheat on Chrissy? She’s one of coolest pop stars ever! No offense, you’re still cooler.”

“None taken, and thanks! But that’s not even the most shocking part!” He said.

“Oh no. What else is there?”

“The girl he was texting… was Chrissy’s sister!”

“No!” You exclaimed.

“Yes! And! She’s only sixteen!”

You nearly choked on your food after hearing that information. “What?! So not only did Chad cheat on her, he’s also a gross predator?!”

“Yeah! And this all happened in front of everyone!” Veneer said, still almost as shocked as you. “So yeah, they broke up.”

“Well of course. If my partner was cheating on me with my underage sister, I’d dump them too.” You said.

Veneer laughed, and so did you. You love hearing celebrity news and gossip. So the fact that your best friend just happens to be famous is good for you. This way, you get all the juicy details. Plus, hearing it in person and with the way Veneer tells the stories is much more entertaining than just reading it off the internet. Gossip sessions like these are really the highlights of your friendship.

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~~baileypie-writes

[binilpol]

🍡۰”Ur so dumb, and cute”۰🍡

In the idyllic town of Willowbrook, where streets were lined with quaint shops and everyone knew each other's names, Jake and Y/N's friendship was the stuff of legends. From the earliest days of kindergarten, they had been inseparable, their bond growing stronger with each passing year.

Y/N was a vision of innocence, her doe-like eyes reflecting her pure heart. She had an uncanny ability to find joy in the smallest things, and her naivety was both endearing and refreshing in a world that had grown so complex. Jake, on the other hand, was the town's mischievous charmer. His grin could charm the birds from the trees, but he reserved a special kind of smile just for Y/N.

One warm afternoon, they found themselves sprawled on a checkered blanket in the park. The breeze rustled the leaves above them as they laughed about childhood memories. Jake couldn't help but let his gaze linger on Y/N, her radiant smile igniting a warmth in his chest.

"Y/N, you're like a sunbeam," he said, his voice tinged with a playfulness that only Y/N seemed to provoke. "I swear, you brighten up even the dullest days."

Y/N's laughter tinkled through the air like wind chimes. "Oh, Jake, you always know how to make me blush. Stop it!" She playfully swatted his arm, blissfully unaware of the way his heart raced at her touch.

Jake leaned closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "Seriously, though, I can't help but think about how cute you are. Sometimes I just want to kiss you, you know?"

Y/N's eyes twinkled as she chuckled, utterly innocent to the depth of Jake's words. "Oh, Jake, you're such a sweetheart. Thanks for saying that!"

Jake's heart skipped a beat, his bold confession going unnoticed as Y/N continued to talk about her day. He managed a sheepish grin, masking the storm of emotions swirling within him.

"You're a true gem, Y/N," he replied, his voice softer now. "If only you knew how much I meant those words."

Y/N's eyes sparkled as she scooted a little closer. "You're making me blush again! You're the nicest friend anyone could ask for."

That was how it always went. Jake would drop hints, teetering on the edge of his true feelings, and Y/N would respond with innocent gratitude, a blissful smile never leaving her lips. Her gestures, like the occasional kiss on his cheek or a warm hug, sent Jake's heart into a tailspin.

One evening, as they strolled along the moonlit streets, Jake couldn't keep his emotions contained any longer. "Y/N," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "do you ever wonder if best friends can become more than that?"

Y/N tilted her head, her eyes reflecting the moon's gentle glow. "You mean like falling in love?"

Jake nodded, his heart pounding. "Yeah, exactly. I mean, we've known each other for so long, and I've always felt a connection, you know?"

Y/N's smile was soft, her innocence once again taking center stage. "Jake, you're my best friend. You're always so sweet and caring. Of course, I love you!"

Jake's heart swelled, but there was an ache buried within him. "Y/N, I…" he began, his words catching in his throat. "I love you more than just a friend. I've fallen for you, hard."

Y/N blinked, her innocence shielding her from the depth of Jake's confession. "Oh, Jake, you're such a wonderful friend. I'm so lucky to have you."

As they continued their walk under the moonlight, Jake's heart remained heavy with unspoken words. Y/N's response had been as sweet and oblivious as ever, reaffirming their friendship, but it only fueled the fire of his longing.

The night air grew cooler, and they found themselves standing beneath a flickering streetlamp. The soft glow illuminated Y/N's face, highlighting her innocence, and Jake's frustration boiled to the surface.

Unable to contain his feelings any longer, Jake's hand gently cupped Y/N's cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and filled with pent-up desire, "I can't just be your friend anymore. I need more."

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart quickening. She sensed the change in the atmosphere, though the depth of Jake's emotions still eluded her. "Jake, what do you mean?"

Without another word, Jake pulled her closer, his grip firm but not forceful. He captured her lips in a passionate, intimate kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing, frustration, and years of hidden desire finally unleashed.

Y/N gasped in surprise at first, her innocence momentarily shattered. But as Jake's lips moved against hers, a new sensation overtook her, one she had never experienced before. It was electric and thrilling, and she found herself responding to his intensity.

For a moment, time stood still as they kissed under the soft glow of the streetlamp, their bodies pressed close together. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them and the undeniable chemistry that had always simmered beneath the surface of their friendship.

When they finally broke apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Y/N looked into Jake's eyes, her innocence now mixed with a newfound understanding. "Jake," she whispered, "I had no idea..."

Jake smiled, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. "Y/N, I've wanted this for so long. I couldn't keep pretending anymore."

Y/N's smile mirrored his own as she leaned in to kiss him once more, this time with a newfound passion that matched his own. Their friendship had evolved into something deeper, something neither of them had expected, but something they both welcomed with open hearts.

In that moment, beneath the glow of the streetlamp, they discovered that sometimes, the most beautiful love stories are the ones that begin with innocence and friendship and then bloom into something truly extraordinary.

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Can't take my eyes off you (Son Heung-Min x female!reader)

Summary: you're a sports journalist and you get assigned to interview the players after the matches. Sonny starts crushing on the pretty interviewer and looks forward to every post-match interview just to spend some time talking to you.

Author's note: a post by @sonnys-fan-not-spurs-fan gave me this cute idea and i had to write it 😩 thank you so much for letting me use the idea and for sending me the adorable gif 🥹 i hope you all like it!! Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language ❤️

The first time Sonny saw you he was breathless. He had just gotten off the pitch after a painful loss in the Premier League and was heading to the press area for the post match interviews when he laid his eyes on you.

It was seriously like Sonny.exe has stopped working. He was thinking 'what's going on? Who is this gorgeous woman? Is it- is she going to interview me? What am I g-' and suddenly, in those few seconds, it was like he had forgotten about that awful match his team had just had, just trying to process the thought of such stunning woman standing there.

You, on the other hand, were just as nervous. Being a young sports journalist and being assigned to interview the players after the matches was a big deal. And, of course, being a huge football fan, you were excited as well.

You had already interviewed Spurs' striker Harry Kane and brazilian star Richarlison, but now you couldn't wait to talk to *swoon* Korea's pride Son Heung-Min. He was one of your favorite football players ever and you were so excited to- oh my gosh, here he comes! *professional mode on* 🧐

The staff was quick to push Sonny to the press area, making you both come back to reality. You didn't lose time and introduced yourself, starting the interview.

"Good evening, mr. Son. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). We watched Spurs going with a great first half, but unfortunately finishing the match with negative results. Do you think the change in tactics had something to do with this performance?"

"I- I think- I... good evening-" - he tried forming a logical answer, but he was so affected by your presence he could only stutter a few words.

What was going on? You had seen some interviews before and he wasn't always like that. Were you such a terrible interviewer?lol

You started feeling a bit worried but remained professional as the interview went on and he started to feel more like himself.

When you finished, you thanked him:

"Thank you, mr. Son. Until next time!"

He replied with his signature "thank you very much" as he thought 'will there be a next time?!'

Even though the thought of seeing the beautiful interviewer again made him happy, he got a bit nervous, because he didn't want to look like a fool again lol so he promised himself he would get prepared to have a better interview next time he saw you.

And for you, needless to say it was the highlight of your day. Being that close and talking to your idol like that? And getting paid to do it?? Hell yeah. Even though he acted a bit weird... but you were definitely going to work hard to make next time better for both of you 🙏🏻

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And it worked! On the next interview, Sonny wasn't caught off guard like the first time (lol) so he was definitely more prepared to deal with talking to his new crush you. It also helped that Tottenham had won the match AND Sonny had scored, so you had several compliments for him and for the team 😏

"Good evening, mr. Son! It's (Y/N) (Y/N). What a great match! Congratulations on that beautiful goal" - you said smiling and you could see his smile was as big as yours - "what do you think changed from last week that led to this victory today?"

This time Sonny could form perfect sentences (he thanked God for that) and he was happy he could perform well and give you a great interview.

When it was done, you both thanked each other again and he left, both of you feeling your hearts warm.

***************

After that, the next interviews went smoothly and Sonny started to feel more comfortable being around you. He started being more open and playful, even cracking some jokes sometimes, only to hear the beautiful sound that was your laugh.

In one of those times he even asked you to call him Sonny instead of mr. Son.

Yes, he had this nerve.

"Hello, mr. Son. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I would like to discuss-"

"Ah please you can call me Sonny" - he said smiling so sweetly you almost melted in front of him.

This time it was you.exe that stopped working. Goddamnit. We know you always tried to keep it professional, but this time you couldn't help the blush on your cheeks. It was just too much cuteness for you to handle.

"Um, okay, um, Sonny" - you said looking at him a bit insecure, but his look was so heartwarming you immediatly felt safe.

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And so days passed and this went on.

You know, Sonny didn't mind the post match interviews. Not at all, he thought the interviewers were doing their job just like he did his, so he always tried to be nice. But this time it was different. He would wait anxiously for the post match interviews so that he could have a little moment with you, your attention 100% fixed on him. Even if his team had lost, seeing your familiar face there, your kind eyes and listening to your gentle voice always made him feel better. It was like a reward after his hard work on the pitch.

He loved the way your eyes would never leave his, how polite you always were and how you chuckled when he said something funny. He always tried to make you have fun and give you a good interview, but he was careful to not let show the big crush he was developing on you.

And you, well, you couldn't say you didn't love it too. The way he always listened to your questions and never took his eyes off you, how he always greeted you with his best smile even if he'd had a bad match, being close to him and looking into his eyes... it was really the dream job.

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The day you weren't there (poor you caught a flu and your voice sounded super funny, so you had to rest at home) and another journalist came to interview him he was SO disappointed.

He came to the press area with that cute grin of his and, when he didn't see you, the slump on his shoulders was visible.

"(Y/N), you had to see how sad Son was 'cause you weren't there. That guy has a total liking on you" - your colleague told you when he met you on the next week.

"Oh please, that's absolutely not true" - you said, trying to wave that off and hoping he wouldn't notice how affected you were - "it was just the results, he was probably upset because of that."

"But they won, (Y/N). There was no reason for him to be sad during the interview. He was definitely missing your cute face there" - he said, with a smirk and you could feel your cheeks turn pink.

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Sometimes, even after he finished his interview, he would stay behind a bit just to watch you work. Of course he didn't make it obvious, he would always stay talking to a teammate or a staff member, but he would use that time to steal little glances at you.

He even felt a bit bad seeing you talking to the other players and giving them that beautiful smile of yours. Was that jealousy?! It didn't make sense, because you weren't his after all. God, you barely knew each other. But he couldn't help thinking he wanted the kindness, attention and those warm smiles only for him. He wanted you for him.

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In one of these times when he was admiring you from a distance, Richarlison noticed it and Sonny was in big trouble.

"Hey!" - Richie said, snapping Sonny out of his trance - "stop staring at the hot interview lady and go ask her out".

Sonny got as red as a tomato.

"What! I'm- I'm not staring, I'm just- I" - he stuttered and Richie soon cut him off.

"Hey, say no more, i can already see what's going on here" - he smirked - "i'll only tell you this: if you don't ask her out by the end of the week, i'll go tell her myself" - he said and then left, leaving Sonny with a blush on his cheeks and a big problem to solve.

Of course he liked you, but did he have the guts to ask you out? Well, he needed to gather his courage and it had to be soon, because if there's one thing he was sure of is that Richie wasn't lying.

And with that, he decided he was going to talk to you after the next match's interview. God help him.

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On that day, he talked to you during the interview and he seemed a bit off again, but you couldn't tell why (only himself knew how nervous he was inside ajskajakaj). He waited around a bit like he always did, always stealing those adorable glances at you from time to time (damn, what power you had on him to make him feel like a boy with a crush?).

When you finished your work and had already interviewed all of the players you were supposed to talk to, you stepped aside to gather your stuff and go back home. But this time you had a surprise!

Sonny took a deep breath and approached you. It was the first time he was going to talk to you off cameras and his heart was pouding so hard, he could barely hear his own thoughts.

"Umm hi (Y/N)!" - he got closer to you and greeted you, a bit shy.

You heard his familiar voice and turned around and, really, none less than Son Heung-Min was standing in front of you with that cute smile of his and his hands behind his back.

What could he possibly want with you? Not that it wasn't always a pleasure talking to your idol, but you couldn't understand why he was reaching out for you, an ordinary journalist, after you had already finished your duties.

But of course you weren't just an ordinary journalist in Sonny's eyes. To him, you were one of the prettiest, sweetest and most competent women he had ever met. He wanted to spend more time with you, to look at you, to be with you. And now he was going to tell you that.

Or at least he thought so, until you turned around and looked at him with your beautiful smile. At that moment he forgot the whole script he had in mind.

"Oh hello, Sonny! Congrats again on the performance today, it is really a pleasure watching you play" - you smiled softly at him.

Yep, that broke him. He couldn't think straight after those kind words from such a beautiful girl.

"Um, wow, thank you" - he chuckled, feeling a little heat on his cheeks.

'Focus, Heungmin. Focus' - he told himself.

"Well, (Y/N), i was wondering, are you busy this friday night? I mean, we don't have matches this day so i thought you might be free as well and we could, maybe, you know, go out for dinner or something" - he said, spitting the words out as a bit of courage took him over.

You couldn't believe your ears. Was the Son Heung-Min really asking you out? You were so surprised it took you a moment to process his words and try to understand if it wasn't actually a prank or something, because it was too good to be true.

"I, um..."

Poor Sonny thought that meant you weren't interested, but you were actually just thinking if you should pinch yourself to wake up from that dream lol that made him a bit worried, but he was determined to let it all out.

"Look, (Y/N)" - he sighed - "i'm obviously very nervous because i clearly don't do this often" - he chuckled - "but i think you're amazing and i really admire you, and i would like to get to know you more. I mean, we're always talking about me, but i would like to get to know more about you too, because you seem like a really great person" - he looked down shyly as he spoke.

He was sooooo adorable you couldn't take it 😩 so when he started talking again you immediatly cut him off.

"It's okay if you don't feel comfortable about it, i just needed to t-"

"I would love to!" - you interrupted him, smiling - "Sonny, it would be a total pleasure"

His face instantly lit up.

"Really?" - he said, smiling and lifting his face up, making his hair jiggle a little.

You chuckled at his adorableness.

"Of course! You know what, uno reverse card: now you ask the questions. Think you can handle it?" - you said, playfully.

He threw his head back and laughed. The sight was so adorable you couldn't believe this angel was really asking you out.

"It's a deal then, ms. (L/N)" - he said and put his hand out as you shook it. That first touch was electrifying for both of you.

"Deal" - you echoed his words, winking.

"Well, then i have to go practice to really not disappoint the best journalist i know" - he said with a grin - "let's keep in touch until then?"

"Sounds perfect" - you said, smiling.

Wow, you loved seeing him like that, feeling comfortable and playing around. You couldn't wait for Friday.

You said goodbyes and Sonny felt like a weight had been lifted up from his shoulders. Did he really just ask his crush out and she said yes?! He couldn't wait to tell Richie about it. He would so be proud 😉

[harrowscore]

Ehy Val! How was the return from Milan? Any interesting anecdotes to tell about the experience of Les Miserables?

oh hi, love!!

yes, milan was amazing! obviously i already visited it last year for phantom (..... i still can't elaborate that i've actually seen it. and with THEE ramin karimloo too!), but this trip was also special.

1. i met @mircallaruthven - first time i've ever met a mutual irl in over ten years on tumblr lmao. she was as smart and lovely as i'd expected, of course - can't wait to see each other again ❤️

2. les mis was great! soooo, these are my impressions of the show:

the cast was VERY solid! unfortunately it was the staged concert, and i was far away enough from the stage so i could see perfectly the scenography (bare as it was. the lighting was great tho!) but very little of the actors' faces lol. the acoustic was flawless tho.

daniel koek was a very classic, somewhat old-school jean valjean, with beautiful singing and a strong, operatic voice. i enjoyed him very, very much.

my brother and i were absolutely floored by bradley jaden's javert (our favorite character, to no one's surprise). great voice, and a heartbreaking javert's soliloquy. on a more shallow note, he's also very handsome sjdjhdhf (#hotjavert agenda keeps winning!)

channah hewitt was such an emotional fantine - all the feelings poured down from her body, from her voice, like water. i couldn't see it that well from the gallery (thanks astigmatism i guess lol) but her wig (and cosette's) was glorious.

i think enjolras was harry grant smith - and he sounded and acted exactly as i imagine enjolras would. powerful baritone voice, but still with a boyish, youthful note. commanding, "charming but capable of being terrible", charismatic but also somehow an introvert. he was really good.

the thénardiers (gavin lee & linzi hateley) were a highlight of the show! they were hilarious. it helped that the italian audience didn't laugh at inappropriate times (when madame is verbally abusing little cosette, for example) like the english-speaking audiences usually do for... some reason i guess. we all laughed at their funny antics and ad-libs - like, when he said "i should have married her sister" and madame replied "i wish you had" lmao.

but the real star of the show (besides the leading man and javert, of course) was nathania ong's éponine. such a pure timbre, vaguely reminiscent of frances ruffelle, and sheer power - i wasn't the only one to think she was mind-blowingly good: my dad (and considering the audience's reaction to her on my own, probably everyone else too) thought the same. she also had a childish quality to her acting that i found very interesting. you could see her éponine was only a young girl, after all.

it was a staged concert so there's not much to say about the scenography, but imo they compensated for the absence of the barricade with... some kind of huge barricade-looking contraption, red-colored and illuminated, that came down from the ceiling during the second act. it was really cool to see, tho i imagine not as much as the real deal from the staged show.

the cast added some new, interesting touches and details here and there that would delight every long-time fan. the first that comes to mind are little gavroche hugging grantaire in drink with me, after the latter's pessimistic outburst. in the epilogue - for the joy of my fellow enjonine fans - i noticed enjolras and éponine standing side by side, stroking each other's arm in a really cute, friendly but surprisingly ic (at least for musical-verse!e&e) gesture. that melt my heart ngl

as it was expected, i cried and sobbed like a baby throughout all the epilogue scene, as per usual lmao. it was a miracle my painstakingly applied make-up didn't melt all over my face and turn me into a scary clown lol

tl;dr: it was really good! unfortunately for personal reasons i was a bit distracted during the show (i had some kind of minor relapse... nothing worrying, it was more annoying than anything else) but in the end it was worth the whole trip. if you want to ask me for more details you can also dm me, don't worry!! ❤️

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Series warning: Eventual smut, for now, fluffy mcflufferson.

Word count: 900

A/N: Remind me to never promise @keanureevesisbae anything ever again. (Just kidding hun, I'm actually super grateful for the fun li'l Sy prompt ❤️😏)

There's gonna be mistakes, because I had to make this a quick one...

“Hi! You must be Sy!” God, this man was tall – at least 6’ to your 5’1. And he smelled good – why did he have to smell good? You didn’t have time for a man! You were just here as a favor to your friend. How did she know this guy, anyway? He looked older than you, early thirties to your mid-twenties.

“Yeah, hey. Lara, right?”

“Yes!” It was just one drink, you just had to keep it up for one drink.

One drink turned into two, into three, and eventually into four. You were in serious trouble here. Sy was easy to talk to, had a good job, he was easy on the eyes, and the fact that the stitches of the shirt he was wearing were clearly only hanging on by the grace of God did not hurt, either. The two of you talked about anything and everything; his job, your studies, family, pets, you name it. You learned he grew up on his granddad’s ranch in Texas, and that he would really love to own a home with enough land someday to have his own horses again – which led you to have a hard time concentrating for the next ten or so minutes while your brain decided it was very necessary to imagine this burly cowboy on a horse. It wasn’t. Really. You could have done without that mental image. At least until you got home.

And then, the ‘check, please’-moment. He was annoyingly insistent on paying, and absolutely wasn’t going to go along with your idea of splitting. Sy even went as far as saying that ‘going Dutch’ was a completely ridiculous idea, especially on a first date, but you paid him no mind. You can take the girl out of the Netherlands, but you can’t take the Netherlands out of the girl. Nevertheless, your little kerfuffle about who was paying lead to you blurting out a combination of words you’d never heard yourself say in any dating-related context: “Next one’s on me, then.”

“Next one, huh?” Sy smiled as if he approved of the idea. “I might have to get my hands on your number, then.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. That was not an actual question, and if this guy wanted your number he was going to have to do a lot better than this.

“’Course I could ask Julie, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, since she so kindly set us up today, but I’d rather get it from you directly. What do you think?”

“I think, Sy, that you need to be a little more to the point,” you replied to what you considered the most cumbersome way of asking someone for their phonenumber. Ever.

“Can I get your number, Sugar?” You pretended to contemplate your answer for a while, which didn’t sit very well with Sy. He took a step closer to you and repeated his question slower and in a lower register, both of which highlighted his accent in the cutest way. It was also vaguely threatening, which your body reacted to in ways you couldn’t describe as anything other than high treason.

“Y-yes,” you stammered as you felt a blush creep from under the collar of your blouse.

“Thank you.” Sy suddenly smiled and the threatening air that had surrounded him a second ago, was gone immediately. “May I walk you to your car?”

“Julie was going to pick me up,” you said without thinking about it.

“Well in that case,” Sy chuckled, “may I offer you a ride home?” You were going to kill Julie. Oh, well. She absolutely would have come and pick you up if the date had been a disaster. And you guessed she knew Sy well enough to know he wasn’t a total creep.

“That would be great, thank you, Sy.”

You talked some more on the way home, which wasn’t long, but you’re pretty sure you took a detour or two on the way there. Since you hadn’t been living here for too long, you couldn’t be completely certain. When you arrived at your house, you secretly hoped for just one more detour. Luckily, Sy got out of his truck to open your door for you, and insisted on walking you to the house. Sy squinted at you, clearly debating whether or not he should say something about the state of the house he was dropping you off at. Eventually he seemed to decide that whatever he had to say probably wasn’t something you didn’t already know.

“I had a great time tonight, Sy,” you said as you hugged him goodbye on the porch.

“Me too, Sugar,” Sy replied with a friendly hint of mischief in his eyes, “mind if I kiss ya?” You let him know that you didn’t mind at all. As his lips came closer and your eyes slowly fell shut, it felt like the ground disappeared from beneath you. Because it did. Fuck! The floorboards of the porch had finally given out. Luckily, Sy was more than capable of keeping you upright and unharmed. He laughed as he put you back down in a place that looked sturdier than the one you were in before, and he pressed a swift but sweet kiss on your cheek. “Ma’am, if you need any repairs on this death-trap of a house of yers, you’ve got my number.”

[saiyanmyname]

Hi this is my first time doing this but I was wondering if you could write endeavour reacting to like a reader who has piercings like a belly piercing or like loads of ear piercings x

Hi, Thanks, I love this idea! I will certainly write something for this, I’m just slow writing (as usual) 😊

Sorry this has taken so long, the more I thought about it I think Enji would have a kind of old fashioned view on piercings and tattoos to begin with but I think he'd definitely warm to the idea, while still being something of a grumpy old man!

"No, I don't not like them, I just don't understand why?" Enji punctuated his sentence with couple of grunts as you tried to explain.

You had to admit, you kind of liked him all riled up like this.

"It's just a piercing... well a few piercings." You corrected yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at one of the several you'd had since you last saw him.

He folded his arms across his chest. Regarding you with a knowing look that said, we both know there's more useful things that you actually need that you should have spent your money on.

"I know, I know." You waved your hands dismissively, "But Enji, don't you think they're cute?!"

He shook his head, smiling at your enthusiasm and the light of excitement in your eyes.

"Well, as long you're happy." He sighed. "I just… don't think I'd want you to end up like Touya." He replied, trying to bridge the gap of understanding.

You laughed. "I don't think that's likely, do you?"

He grunted again, unsure if you would and slightly horrified at the image in his head he'd conjured of Touya's piercings on your pretty face. Sure, you'd look edgy, but, honestly, he liked you just the way you were.

The light of the Autumn sun through the window made the rings sparkle and as much as he disliked to admit, of course, it did look very cute, it highlighted the shine in your eyes. The tiny decorations of stones and metal that ran all the way down your ear, and the studs that peaked teasingly every so often when your shirt rode up. But it was just so unnecessary.

He kicked himself, remembering when Touya had helped Fuyumi put stickers all over her arms at Christmas and they'd both run around the house shouting "Lookout we're the Yakuza". He remembered his amusement at the horror on Rei's face when she'd thought that her daughter might actually consider a tattoo. Of course, she never had, or at least, come to think of it, not that he knew of.

Perhaps he was being old fashioned, he'd been raised in a world where things like piercings were considered vain, rather than an outlet of self expression and creativity. Times were changing and girls would be girls wouldn't they? If it was something cute and sparkly, who was he to say you shouldn't have it, anyway it's not like you didn't deserve so much more.

His face briefly unstiffened and he looked you in the eye, opening his mouth.

"I was thinking of getting my tongue done next." You replied before he could speak, half jokingly, sticking out your tongue so he could imagine it.

Which he did… vividly. He turned redder than his hair trying to put the image out of his mind and maintain his stoic demeanor.

"You won't." His voice cracked a little playfully, half daring you.

"I will… or would you stop me… Mr number one hero?"

He grinned, defenceless, he liked it when you stood up to him. Most people wouldn't even try, especially when he gave that dark look, as though he would turn someone to ash in a moments notice. But really, you knew he was a more bark than bite.

"I can certainly try. Anyway," he began, taking his wallet from the table, handing you your coat and grabbing his own in one efficient sweep. "what do you want for dinner? I suppose it's on me."

[junosartsthetic]

Hi hi helloooo im having a bit of polnareff brainrot and id like to ask for a scenario where the sdc crew gets a lady crewmember with a strictly healing stand, but does all the fighting herself. On the battlefield she's a monster but when healing she's the sweetest mother hen and she gets really close to pol bc he's always getting hurt. These two are the best of friends who (not so) secretly have the major hots for eachother. Like to the point where even Avdol is like "jesus, get a fuckin room"

Hurt

This was such a cute prompt, thank you so much for suggesting it! I changed a few things up a tad but I hope it still meets your standards! I too am having Polnareff brainrot. Actually, I think it’s less of a rot and more of a sucker fish that has permanently attached itself. Basically, I love him. Okay. Enough of me. Anyway, enjoy.

Warning(s): suggestive content, Polnareff is naked, sexual undertones, tension, voyeurism mention, Jean's dick is mentioned (oops), nothing too bad.

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The situation you found yourself in was nothing new—sitting beside an injured Jean Pierre Polnareff as your stand worked its magic patching him up. It was so un-new, in fact, that you had been in the same situation almost everyday for the last month. And as much as you loved helping your companions out after scuffles on the battlefield, there was a point where you had to speak up about a certain Frenchman’s bad luck streak. 

“Jean,” you began, examining the blood running down from the gash in his brow bone, “I know you’re not doing this intentionally, but I can’t help but wonder what curse has latched itself onto you. My stand has no issues patching you up, but I do like to use it for more than just nursing your wounds, you know. I should be out there fighting.” You pressed a damp cloth to a scratch on his cheek while your stand worked on quickly stitching up the slit above his eyes. Though having a precise stand that utilized razor-sharp threads and cauterizing abilities was more than useful for healing, you also yearned to assist your other friends in fighting off the stand user just a few blocks away from your hotel. Of course, Polnareff just had to anger Iggy directly beforehand, leading to his current facial injuries. 

“How do you think I feel?” the silver-haired man shot back, a hand resting on his chin as he pouted. “I haven’t had a break since I started this journey! I’m not even a Joestar, so why am I always the one getting hurt?” He gestured to the various scars littering his exposed arms and upper torso. 

“Well, technically this time was your fault—you know Iggy doesn’t like being picked up unless he says so,” you said, leaning forward on your chair to look closely at his now sewn injuries. 

“He’s a dog. He doesn’t say anything,” Jean huffed, crossing his arms and turning his head away. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his chin to recenter him. Patching him up would go a lot quicker if he quit squirming around like a fussy toddler.

“You know what I mean. He’s smarter than you think. Plus, he’s a sweetheart when he warms up to you, you know.” Your hands moved gently over his facial features, double-checking each cut was sewn and cauterized. Were you slightly over-dramatic when it came to checking your work? Yes. But you’d never forgive yourself if one of your patch-works went wrong. As something of a caretaker for the crew, you held yourself to the highest standards. 

“Are you finished yet?” he whined, crinkling up his nose when you brushed your thumb against the tip of it, wiping off a smear of dirt. You licked your thumb, repeating your actions. Jean reeled back, swatting your hands away. “Okay, okay, okay. I think that’s good. No need for saliva.” His normally pale face grew red, highlighting the soft freckles dotting his cheeks.

“I was getting some dirt off. Calm down. I don’t have cooties,” you muttered, shooing him away. “You look fine. Now go lay down or something. You look like you have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, brushing off your comment. “You’re not my mom. Don’t worry so much.” He stood up, heading towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Let me know if you hear anything from the others.” 

“Whatever,” you said, dismissing his attitude. You couldn’t blame him for the sour mood—he must’ve been in pain constantly from all his little cuts and bruises. Even with your stand, you couldn’t take away the pain, no matter how much you wanted to. Your heart sank thinking about all that Jean had gone through. He had it rough, but still managed to put on a charismatic face. You didn’t know how he found it within him, but adored his personality, nonetheless. You adored everything about him, actually. Every little freckle spotting his cheeks. Every scar littering his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Every silver hair that stood atop his head. You just. . . loved him. And though you tried not to let it show, it was obvious. It wasn’t just Polnareff’s wounds that had you always at his side—it was also your insistence to heal every little scratch you could.

Others you’d stitch up major wounds, making sure they’d live, but with Polnareff. . . It was different. You didn’t want him to just survive. You wanted to take away his pain. Not just physically. But emotionally.

You wanted to scream at him for always putting himself in danger. He always had to play the knight in shining armor. He always had to call out his stand, fighting off everything that tried to touch you. He always had to protect you. And for what? All he got in return were scars. No amount of chastising would stop him. And you hated it. Hated his determination. Hated that he cared too much to let anything happen to you.

You didn’t understand why it was only you. But it didn’t matter. You just wanted this trip to be over so he’d never have to put his life on the line to protect you again. 

A loud thud scattered your thoughts. You jumped out of your chair, heart thumping hurriedly as you raced to the bathroom door. You knew it came from inside the room. Was he attacked? Was he okay? Did you miss a wound? Not sparing a second, you threw open the door, examining the room. There was no enemy. No blood. No death. Only a soaking wet Polnareff, laying on the ripped off shower curtain. You were relieved. He must’ve just tripped and fell. Otherwise, he looked okay. More than okay, actually. He looked. . . well he looked like a very attractive naked man now staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You quickly rebooted yourself, staring at the ground. “You okay?” you asked, looking at him through your peripheral. You wanted to respect his privacy, but also something told you that he had to have some sort of bodily injury from tumbling out of the shower, especially given his luck. That’s the only reason you were trying to sneak a peek. That’s all. 

“I’m starting to think I am cursed. I get in the shower, start it up, when out of the blue my knee cramps up, and next thing I know I’m tripping over the damn shower curtain! Mon Dieu!” he exclaims, sitting up and running a hand through his wet hair. You noticed blood begin to trickle down his forehead, and quickly lept in to investigate. You knelt down beside him, disregarding his flustered features as you looked at the damage. You brushed his hand away from his head, combing through his hair to spot a thin scrape just under his hairline. You knew it. Of course he’d manage to hurt himself in the few seconds he was alone. And just after you had healed him, too. 

Not wasting a second, you summoned your stand, making quick sutures and cauterizing it gently before Jean even got a chance to speak. You leaned back just enough to take in his full face, hands gently raking through his long silver locks, feeling for any bumps or blood. You felt nothing, and so retreated your hand, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’m starting to think I can’t leave you alone,” you muttered, closing your eyes as you rubbed your temples. “Do I have to give you baths now, too?”

“Only if you join me—”

“Don’t be nasty,” you interrupted, smacking his bare chest. “You know I don’t like when you flirt with me just for the fun of it. Anyway, don’t kill yourself taking a shower. I’ll be outside.” You said, straightening yourself up. You took one step forward before your foot slid against the now wet floor, sending you reeling backwards. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping nothing would break after you made contact with the bathroom tile. 

Instead of bare tile, you crashed into Jean, who quickly cradled you against his chest, dampening your clothes and smushing you against his naked body. You caught your breath, eyes wide as you took in your situation.

“Who’s got bad luck now, hmm?” he chuckled, breath tickling your neck. 

You internally debated as to whether this was the best or worst situation you’d ever been in. One one hand, you were wrapped in the arms of the man you’d been pining after for months. On the other. . . You couldn’t actually think of any downside. Embarrassment? Possibly. But at least it couldn’t get any worse.

The hotel door swung open, and your fellow crusaders stepped inside, Avdol leading the way. Of course the bathroom door was still wide open, with you still in the lap of a naked Polnareff, who was currently using your body to shield himself from their gaze.

Avdol glanced your way briefly before double-taking. His eyes went wide. “If you must participate in. . . whatever you are currently doing, please have the decency to close the door or get a different room.” 

You scrambled to get up, but Jean’s grip on your body remained. “What do you think you’re doing?" you hissed.

“I would very much like to avoid exposing myself!” he shot back.

“Well I’d very much like it if I wasn’t forced to be your human shield! Plus, I can feel your dick poking me!” Silently, Avdol shut the door. He was not about to continue to bear witness to the scene before him. Whatever was happening, he did not want to be a part of it.

Jean finally loosened his grip, and you rushed upwards, grabbing a towel off the rack and tossing it to him. “I am never checking on you again,” you panted, cheeks burning as you tried desperately to forget the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. “Now the rest of them think we’ve got some weird voyeurism thing going on! This is not how I wanted to see you naked!” you blurted out. 

He stifled a laugh, standing as he wrapped the towel around his waist. The white fabric did little to mask his nude form. “You wanted to see me naked? Oh, mon ange, I am flattered, but you could have simply asked.”

“Oh, God. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I meant that—” there was no getting out of this one. In a panic, you just admitted your attraction, and you knew damn well he wasn’t going to let it go. “Look. I am attracted to you. Okay? But I don’t want that to impact our current friendship or the group as a whole and—”

He closed the distance between the two of you, pushing you against the bathroom wall. A large hand reached to caress your burning cheeks. They mimicked his own red visage, which looked suddenly serious. “I swear I am serious when I say this—I have felt the same way, but never had the confidence to confess. Knowing my bad luck, it wouldn’t have worked out in my favor. But now that I know the feelings are mutual . . I am afraid I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist.”

Your entire body was frozen, eyes staring at his own blue ones, looking for any kind of laughter or jest. You saw only passion. “Jean. . .” you whispered. “Just don’t break my heart. Okay?”

“Never, mon cherie, never.”

He closed the gap, lips pressing against your own.

[realityjoey]

PILOT (1.1)

This series will be based on the show Lucifer, all credit for the chapters go to the creators of Lucifer, as well as all the characters. The only characters I take credit for is Joey Anderson and her family/background. I created this character ‘Joey Anderson’ to be Lucifer’s love interest, as I thought it would be interesting to create a different dynamic. (I still completely love Deckerstar, just not in this story). Enjoy!

Also decided to highlight some parts of the story with a colour key:

RED = lust / sexual / hot / tension / overprotective / desire

ORANGE = family moments

GREEN = anger / jealousy

BLUE = sad / denial / confusion

PURPLE = romantic / cute / they are so in love / caring

PINK = funny

Joey Anderson was in the middle of completing some tedious paperwork for a case her and one of her colleagues, Chloe Decker, had recently closed. Due to a combination of sleep deprivation and boredom, Joey was struggling to keep her eyes open and focused on the computer screen, until the familiar ringtone of her phone snapped her back into reality.

“Anderson.” Joey answered the call, tiredly.

“Hey, Joe. There’s been a murder. Need you down here.” Chloe Decker tells her down the phone.

“I’ll be there soon.” Joey says, closing her computer.

“Thank you. I’ll send you my location.” Chloe replies, hanging up.

Chloe had sent her the location, and as promised, 10 minutes later Joey arrived at the crime scene, stepping out of her car and over to the crashed car to analyse the scene; until her examination was interrupted by another familiar person— Daniel Espinoza.

“Want to hear what I’ve got so far?” Dan’s voice interrupts her thought process.

Joey begrudgingly turns around, facing Dan. “Lieutenant said this is mine and Chloe’s case.” She reminds him.

“Yeah, Joey, it is your case, but try not to take too much time. It’s an easy one. That’s our bad guy.” Dan says, patronisingly, nodding to the dead guy in the car. “Eddie Deacon, he’s a low-level drug dealer. I found these in his pocket, and I found this in Delilah’s purse.” He says, holding up 2 identical small bags of drugs. “So, obviously drug related. She probably owed him a bunch of cash or something. She’s not exactly selling out stadiums these days.”

“How do you know he’s low-level?” Joey questions, folding her arms.

Dan pauses, before examining the guy in front of them. “Look at his car.”

“Did you look at his watch?” Joey asks, noticing the expensive watch strapped to his wrist. “That thing ain’t cheap.”

“It’s probably fake.” Dan dismisses. “Look… there’s gonna be a lot of attention on this one, Joey. I wouldn’t pick at it too hard. Not after Eastwood Street.”

“I asked for this case because of Eastwood Street, Dan.” Chloe’s voice answers from behind them.

Dan looks at the ground at being caught whilst Joey clenches her fists, attempting to hold in her anger and remain professional. Chloe looks between the two of them. “So, anyways, any witnesses?” Chloe asks.

Dan had explained that there was a witness, the owner of the club across the street named ‘Lux’.

“Joe, you go and question the club owner, I’ll look for more clues and any attachments.” Chloe instructs. Joey nods, happily leaving the divorced couple’s company.

Joey had arrived at Lux shortly after, managing to find the described owner, sitting directly in the middle of the club playing the piano rather gracefully. She had introduced herself, explaining why she was there, and then began her questioning.

“Lucifer Morningstar.” The owner answers after being asked his name, continuing to play the piano.

“Lucifer Morningstar?” Joey repeats, scribbling notes down in her notepad, whilst standing next to the piano. “Is that a stage name or something?”

Lucifer chuckles, then looks in her direction. “God-given, I’m afraid.” He replies, as Joey stares at him in confusion, before his fingers come to a halt on the musical instrument. “Do you know, you look familiar. Have we met before?”

“Yeah, five minutes ago.” Joey replies dryly. “And I’m asking the questions. Talk to me about your relationship with the victim.”

“Well, she used to work here a few years back. I would occasionally accompany her whilst she sang. Then she became a big star and someone decided to end her life.” Lucifer replies, smiling.

“Do you know the shooter?” Joey questions.

“No, but we did have an interesting little chat just before he kicked off. I asked him why he did it.” Lucifer tells her, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Like to play cop, do you?” Joey comments.

Lucifer chuckles, “No, I just like to play in general, Detective. What about you?” He replies, grinning and letting his eyes wander.

“So, you had a conversation with a dead guy?” Joey concludes, ignoring his attempt at flirting.

“Oh, no. He was’t quite dead. His soul hadn’t crossed the threshold.” Lucifer corrects.

“I see.” Joey nods, unbelievingly. “Did he tell you why he did it?”

“Why, money, of course.” Lucifer replies. “You humans, you love your money, don’t you?” He comments, taking another sip.

“Yes. Yes, we do. And, uh, what planet are you from— London?” Joey bites back.

Lucifer laughs. “Yes, he also said, ‘I just pulled the trigger’. Now, don’t you think that’s interesting?”

“Delilah was shot to death by a drug dealer. And looks like Delilah herself kept the guy pretty bust. You know, it’s sad, it’s ugly, but it’s not rocket science. Something probably went south between them. She gets riddled with bullets, and a nice little act of God takes him out.” Joey sums up.

“You know, it doesn’t work like that, Detective.” Lucifer replies, shaking his head. “It’s quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don’t you think?”

“Why don’t you tell me something?” Joey says, leaning forward and lowering her voice. “How does she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets, and you get away without a scratch? I think that’s interesting. Don’t you?”

“The benefits of immortality.” Lucifer smiles, taking another sip of his drink.

“Immortality.” Joey repeats. “Mm, of course, uh, do you spell that with one or two M’s? I always forget.” She teases him.

Lucifer chuckles. “What will your corrupt little organisation do about this?” He asks, seriously.

“Excuse me?” Joey replies.

“Will you find the person responsible? Will they be punished? Will this be a priority for you? Because it is for me.” Lucifer asks.

Joey folds her arms, offended. “You got some balls on you, pal.”

“Oh, thank you very much, but they’re really quite average.” Lucifer smirks, looking at his lap.

“I bet.” Joey replies.

“Now, are you sure we haven’t met? I could swear I’ve seen you naked.” Lucifer changes topic. “Have we had sex?” He asks, checking her out.

“We’re done here.” Joey says, taking her leave, but Lucifer stands up, grabbing her wrist gently, stopping her.

“Detective, wait! Someone out there needs to be punished. We’re not done.” He argues.

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Joey says, standing her ground, and leaving.

The next day, Joey and Chloe had planned to visit the rapper, ‘2Vile’, to interrogate him, as Chloe had discovered he was the last person the drug dealer had called.

Chloe walks in first, her hand on the shoulder of the butler. “LAPD! Guns down.” She shouts, pointing her gun at them all.

“On the floor, down! You two, against the wall.” Joey orders a few of them about.

“Detective, welcome to the party.” Lucifer says, catching Joey’s eye.

“Grab the bucket, collect the guns. Now!” Chloe orders the butler, as he races around the room collecting them.

“You sly dog, you did listen to me.” Lucifer smirks, walking over to Joey slowly.

“Chloe ran the dead guy’s cell phone. 2Vile was the last person he called.” Joey corrects.

“Come on, man.” 2Vile scoffs from behind Lucifer.

“But what I find highly interesting is how you made the connection on your own.” Joey says, staring at Lucifer.

“Well, I’ve been busy, my dear.” Lucifer replies, as Chloe walks over to 2Vile.

“Tell me about Delilah.” Chloe asks the rapper.

“We’ve been over that one.” Lucifer interrupts.

“And why you called the shooter two days before she was murdered?” Joey adds, standing by Chloe’s side.

“Fine. Yeah, I called Eddie ‘cause he hooks me up sometimes. He met Delilah through me. Whatever. Don’t make me a killer, do it?’ 2Vile replies.

“No, but it does make you a suspect.” Joey tells him.

“What, so everybody on Eddie’s phone’s a suspect? Are you joking? You gonna drag half of Hollywood downtown. Be like the Oscars or something.” 2Vile says.

“Wait, aren’t you that chick from that film?” One of 2Vile’s friends interrupts, pointing at Joey.

“Him? What’s this? What film?” Lucifer’s head whips around to Joey, who starts to look uncomfortable.

“You used to be an actress or something, right?” He continues.

“Yeah.” Joey nods, reluctantly.

“That teen movie—“ 2Vile realises.

“I forget what it’s called.” His friend says.

“Of course.” Lucifer points his finger at Joey. “Hot Tub High School. That’s where I know you from.”

“Let’s just stick to our questions, shall we?” Chloe reminds them, sticking up for her best friend.

“The one with the famous nude scene, coming out of the hot tub! It was, like, a complete Fast Times rip-off.” Lucifer continues, excitedly. “She was like the new Phoebe Cates!”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” Joey smiles sarcastically.

“That was quite a nude scene.” Lucifer smirks, looking Joey up and down.

“I have far too many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking.” Joey mumbles to Lucifer, glancing at her gun.

“You. We need to have a conversation right now.” Chloe looks at 2Vile.

“That’s a waste of time. I’ve just threatened his life— he’s not our guy.” Lucifer interrupts Chloe again. “He would’ve said, trust me.”

“You did what?” Joey asks.

“Yeah, isn’t that illegal?” 2Vile adds.

“Uh, little bit, yeah.” Joey nods.

“You, stay put.” Chloe looks at 2Vile.

“You, you’re coming with me.” Joey says to Lucifer, grabbing her handcuffs from her belt, and putting them on him.

“What? Ooh.” He smirks, realising what she’s doing. “With pleasure.”

Joey then starts walking Lucifer out, as Chloe continues their interrogation with 2Vile.

“At least perhaps now you’ll listen to me. Although, I’m not quite sure why I’m being arrested.” Lucifer rambles.

“Because you’re interfering with a police investigation.” Joey answers, as they reach the driveway, stopping next to her and Chloe’s car. “You’ve broken… I can’t even count how many laws, and you’ve pissed me off.” She says, opening the back car door.

“Right, I can get out of these, you know?” Lucifer says, ignoring what she’s said, referring to the handcuffs.

“Funny.” Joey says, nodding to the car for him to get in, when he holds the handcuffs up with one hand, undone. “How’d you do that?” Joey asks, grabbing them from him.

Lucifer sighs, “Come on, we’re wasting time. We should be out there solving a homicide and punishing those responsible.”

“We? You’re insane. I’m taking you in, get in the car.” Joey reaches for Lucifer’s hand.

“No, that’s boring.” He moans. “Not to mention pointless.” He says, as Joey rolls her eyes. “Come on, I’ll help you. It’ll be fun.”

“How could you possibly help us?’ Joey questions.

“I have a certain skill set. I can be very persuasive with people and tend to see things that others cannot.” Lucifer lists.

“So, you’re psychic or something?” Joey teases.

“No, I can’t read people’s minds. I’m not a Jedi.” He rolls his eyes. “People just like to tell me things.”

“Hmm, just— just tell you things?” Joey questions. “Just confess their sins, just like that?’

“No, not their sins. I have no power over people’s sins. I actually get a bad rap for that.” He pauses. “I have the ability to draw out people’s forbidden desires. The more simple the human, the easier it is. The more complex, the more challenging and exciting, really. But no, the actual sins, the sins are on you people.” He rants.

“You people?” Joey repeats. “I got it. I got it! The name? The whole Lucifer thing? And desire’s like your superpower.” She plays along.

“Mm, it’s more like a gift from God really.” Lucifer corrects, as Joey stares at him in disbelief. “Okay, look. Tell me, Detective, what do you desire more than anything else in this life?” Lucifer asks, staring deeply into Joey’s eyes whilst speaking in a rather seductive voice.

“This is it? This is your big trick?” Joey asks, Lucifer nods, as the pair remain holding eye contact, before Joey sighs. “I guess, when I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a cop so that… that one day I could help people and…and be taken seriously when I say to shut up and get in the damn car.” She says, Lucifer’s smile fading as he realised it hadn’t worked on her.

“You’re not, like, a Jedi or something, are you?” Lucifer whispers, taking a step back.

“Get in the car.” Joey says sternly, reaching for his arm again.

Lucifer steps back. “No, no, no, no, no. Look. I know something you don’t know.” He points a finger at her.

“Really what’s that?” Joey asks.

“Won’t say unless you take me with you on this.” Lucifer says, childishly, as Joey rolls her eyes. “Please, come on. Look, I got to 2Vile, didn’t I?’

“Why do you care about this so much?” Joey asks. “About Delilah?”

Lucifer hesitates. “Look, I just… I just do.” He says. “If I hadn’t meddled with her career, maybe she wouldn’t have died.” He says, genuinely.

“Okay, okay.” Joey nods, feeling a slight moment of sympathy for him. “Fine, but if this little clue thing of yours doesn’t pan out, these are going back on.” She threatens, holding up the handcuffs.

“Is that a promise?” Lucifer smirks, as Joey nods, putting him in the car, whilst she waits outside of the car, leaning against the bonnet, smoking a cigarette, waiting for Chloe to return.

About 3 minutes later, Chloe appears, walking up to Joey and instantly plucking the cigarette out of her hand, crushing it on the ground with her shoe.

“Hey—“ Joey begins to complain, but stops when Chloe sends her a cold glare.

“Men are insufferable.” Chloe sighs, leaning on the bonnet next to her.

“Tell me about it.” Joey replies, nodding in Lucifer’s direction. Chloe turns her head, and sees Lucifer in the back of their car, who simply smiles and waves at her.

“Are we taking him to the station?” Chloe asks.

Joey reluctantly shakes her head. “He claims he’s got some information that might benefit the case. I’m going to see if it checks out. If not, we’ll take him in.” Joey explains, only for Chloe to raise her eyebrows in response. “What?” Joey asks, Chloe smirking.

“Do you fancy him?” Chloe asks.

Joey’s face drops. “Of course not. He’s too egotistical and annoying to be found relatively attractive.” She denies.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. He’s very handsome.” Chloe comments. “And that accent.” She adds.

“Are you sure you’re not the one who fancies him?” Joey asks, laughing.

“Not my type. Besides, he seems to have his eye on you.” Chloe smirks, nudging Joey’s elbow. “All I’m saying is it wouldn’t hurt for you to… get some. Especially after Will.”

“Oh, shut up, you. Let’s go.” Joey says, as they both get in the car, Chloe in the drivers seat, Joey next to her in the passenger seat.

Lucifer then tells Joey his ‘clue’, so she speaks through her headset to those at the precinct. “Yeah, therapist in Beverly Hills with the first name Linda. See if Delilah was a client.” She speaks on the headset, as Chloe sets off.

“Ah-ah, actually, she had a pseudonym, which I also happen to know.” Lucifer interrupts from the back seat. “I’m quite good at this, aren’t I?” He smirks. “Penny Lane.” He reveals.

“Okay.” Joey nods to Lucifer. “Delilah may have gone by Penny Lane. Thanks.” She says on her headset, then notices Lucifer grinning to himself in the back. “Don’t look so smug.” She tells him. “Nothing’s panned out yet.”

“No, no. It’s not that. It’s just that I knew I recognised you.” He replies.

“Right.” Joey nods. “Right, you’ve seen my boobies. It’s exciting. What, are you 12?”

“So is the, uh… is the movie why you’ve got such a chip on your shoulder?” Lucifer asks.

“Uh, it’s low on the list of things I have to live down, I guess.” Joey vaguely replies.

“Right. Attractive female cops struggling to be taken seriously in a man’s man’s world— that it?” Lucifer guesses, looking between Joey and Chloe.

“Yeah, something like that.” Joey replies, as her and Chloe share a smile.

“Well, they’re threatened. You’re clearly smart and have notable instincts. Ignore them. Trust yourself.” Lucifer tells Joey, until her headset rings.

“Detective Anderson.” Joey answers. “Alright, text it to me. Thanks.”

“What’s that?” Lucifer asks, leaning forward and smiling knowingly.

Joey sighs, “What you were saying stands up. There’s a Penny Lane who sees a Dr. Linda Martin in Beverly Hills.”

“Excellent. I’ll clear my schedule.” Lucifer replies, when this time, Chloe’s headset rings. “Ooh, we’re very popular.”

“Please stop talking.” Chloe tells him, answering the call. “Hello. What? You’re kidding me. Is she okay? Oh, of course he’s not there. Thanks.” She says. “We gotta make a pit stop.” She announces to Joey and Lucifer.

“What? No, absolutely not.” Lucifer says.

“My kid got into a fight. I got to pick her up.” Chloe replies.

“What, can’t she get herself home?” Lucifer replies, confused.

“She’s seven.” Joey states.

“Look, I’m not here to help you run errands. I’m here to help you solve a homicide.” Lucifer reminds them.

“Really?” Chloe says, before swerving the car aggressively round the corner, sending Lucifer flying to the other side, Joey giggling.

Later on, they arrive outside the school. “You, stay put.” Joey says to Lucifer, as her and Chloe hop out of the car.

“With pleasure. Despise children.” Lucifer mumbles.

As Joey and Chloe walk up to the entrance, Lucifer steps out of the car, getting ready to smoke a cigarette, when he notices a rather attractive women swaying her hips as she walks into the building, so he eagerly follows her into the school, but looses track of her once inside the building.

Lucifer sighs, looking up and down the corridor at the bustling children, and decides to sit down on the nearest bench, flicking his lighter on.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke in her.” A little high-pitched voice comments from next to him.

Lucifer looks to his side, seeing two young girls, one with short black hair, missing front teeth, and the other with dirty blonde hair, also missing a few teeth.

“Oh, dear, what will become of me?” Lucifer replies.

“My Mommy and her sister are police officers. They could arrest you.” The black haired girl tells Lucifer, looking at the blonde girl.

“Oh, I think I may know your mother.” He says. “And your… sister.” He smiles, looking at the blonde one.

“What’s your name?” The blonde girl asks.

“Lucifer.” He tells them.

“Like the Devil?” The pair of them whisper.

“Exactly.” Lucifer grins.

“My name’s Devon, but everybody calls me Dev.” The blonde girl tells Lucifer.

“And my name’s Beatrice, but everybody calls me Trixie.” The black-haired girl tells Lucifer.

Lucifer furrows his eyebrows at Trixie. “That’s a hooker’s name.”

“What’s a hooker?” Dev asks.

“Ask your sister.” He tells her, then pauses. “So… why are you in trouble?’ He asks them both.

“See that girl over there?” Trixie points to a girl their age sitting on the opposite bench. Lucifer nods. “She was bullying me. She created a fake Snapchat account and used it to make fun of me.” She explains. “So… Dev told me to kick her in the no-no-touch-touch square.” Lucifer furrows his eyebrows, and Trixie points to his lap.

“Oh. Oh, I see. Well played.” He smiles. “Well played, indeed.” He says, standing up and making his way over to the bully.

Lucifer kneels down in front of the girl. “Hello, mean girl.” He smiles. “Did you know there’s a special section of Hell reserved for bullies? So, have fun.” He taunts, turning his eyes a deep red, causing scream to escape from the girl.

Hearing the scream, Joey and Chloe both rush out of the door next to the bench. “What did you do?” Joey asks Lucifer.

“Oh… I just think someone’s feeling a little guilty.” Lucifer replies, looking at the bully.

Chloe smiles softly, then a little boy runs down the corridor, jumping on Joey’s back, causing her to stumble forwards a step or two at the impact, but she giggles nonetheless, knowing it’s her baby brother, Arlo.

“Joeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!” Arlo shouts, a bright smile covering his face.

Joey laughs, before reaching around her side, grabbing his arms and pulling him off her back, holding his hand. “Hello, buddy.” Joey smiles.

“Missed you, Jo-Jo.” The little boy says, staring in awe at the girl.

“Missed you more, chipmunk.” Joey says, scuffing his hair, as Trixie and Devon jump off the bench, holding each others hands and skipping down the corridor, as they ramble to Chloe about the mean girl.

Lucifer decides to trail behind Joey and her little companion, watching their interaction, until he catches the attention of the brown haired boy. “Who are you?” He asks.

“I’m Joey’s new favourite person.” Lucifer grins.

The boy giggles. “No, silly. What’s your name?”

“Lucifer.” Lucifer tells him.

“Cool!!!” The boy exclaims. “My name’s Arlo. I like your suit.” He compliments.

“Why, thank you.” Lucifer replies, softly smiling, as they stop outside of the school. Joey is still holding Arlo’s hand, whilst Chloe and Trixie are talking, so Dev wanders back to Joey, grabbing her free hand.

They’re at the front of the school, when Dan approaches them.

“Hi, Daddy.” Trixie greets.

“Hiya, munchkin.” Dan smiles.

“Wow, shocker, you’re late.” Chloe says.

“Come on, give me a break.” Dan replies.

Trixie immediately plugs her fingers in her eyes to prevent her from listening to their argument. Joey notices, letting go of Dev and Arlo’s hands. And picks up Trixie, placing her on the side of her hip, hugging her comfortingly.

“I’m putting a case to bed.” Dan reminds Chloe.

“Right, like I’m not working a case too. Oh, yeah, the one you tried to steal from us.” Chloe says.

“You mean the open and shut one.” Dan says, sparing a glare at Joey. “You did open and shut it, right?”

“We’re being diligent, Dan. It’s a high-profile case.” Joey replies, knowing the question was directed mainly at her.

“Exactly, which is why you need to be smart about it.” Dan says.

“She is smart. You’re the dimwit.” Lucifer butts in, coming to Joey’s defence right away. “Perhaps you should refrain from arguing in front of the child. It’s unbecoming.” Lucifer adds, as Dan glances at an uncomfortable Trixie.

Dan then takes a step closer to Lucifer. “I don’t know whether to laugh or to shoot you.” He threatens.

“Surprise me.” Lucifer taunts.

“Isn’t he funny, Danny?’ Dev says, smiling.

“Hey, can you, uh, drop Trixie off at my Mom’s?” Chloe asks. “And Dev and Arlo at Steve’s? We got to go. Thank you.” Chloe says, as Joey puts Trixie down. “Trixella, give mommy a kiss.” Trixie kisses her. “I love you so much.”

“Good job standing up to the mean girl, you two.” Joey says, holding up both her hands, which Dev and Trixie both high-five eagerly.

“Thanks Jo-Jo. Thanks Auntie Chloe. What’s a hooker?” Dev asks.

Joey glances at Lucifer, who smirks slightly, avoiding eye contact. “Danny will tell you.” Joey says, Dan throwing her a mean look, as him, Trixie, Arlo and Dev all walk off.

“Bye Lucifer, it was nice meeting you!” Arlo says, as the three children wave him goodbye.

“Hmm. I think they like you.” Joey says.

“Of course they do— what’s not to like?” Lucifer replies, as the three of them walk back to the car.

The three of them had then taken the journey to meet the therapist in Beverly Hills, and were waiting in the waiting room to be seen.

“Were your offspring’s planned or a mistake?” Lucifer boldly asks Joey and Chloe, as he makes himself a cup of tea.

“They’re not mine. We’re siblings.” Joey clarifies for herself.

“Yet you have the responsibility of them? Where are their… your parents?” Lucifer asks.

“Incapable of parenting, apparently.” Joey mumbles.

“My father can relate to that.” Lucifer agrees. “And yourself, Detective Decker?” He asks.

“Planned, sort of.” Chloe replies.

“Really? ‘Cause I’ve never understood the human desire to pro-create.” Lucifer replies.

“That’s probably a good thing.” Joey tells him.

“I mean, children are hideous little creatures, terrible, taxing burdens.” He insults, taking a sip of his tea.

“Hmm.” Joey and Chloe both hum together, sarcastically.

“Hmm.” Lucifer hums, before realising he’s insulted both of them. “Oh, um, yours are fine. I mean, you know, nothing to crow about, but nothing to be too embarrassed about, either, so that’s quite good, isn’t it?”

“Are you at all aware of how dickish you sound?” Joey asks him, as her and Chloe look at each other, astounded.

“No.” Lucifer replies. “Speaking of dicks… why was that ex-husband of yours pressuring you both to close the case?” He asks Chloe.

“No reason.” Chloe replies.

“Strange.” Lucifer states.

“Yes, you are.” Joey tells him.

“Did my father send you?” He turns around, asking Joey, who goes to shake her head and answer, but the door opens, and a blonde woman with glasses peers around the corner.

“Okay, Detectives, I’ll see you now.” Dr. Linda smiles, inviting them into her room.

“Thank you.” Chloe says.

“Oh. Detectives.” Lucifer grins at Joey, feeling included, who just rolls her eyes.

The three of them walk into the room, and take seats on the sofa facing Dr. Linda, who sits on a chair. Joey is sat in between Chloe and Lucifer.

Chloe begins the questioning, like she usually does when her and Joey work together. “Dr. Martin, we’d like to ask you a few questions about Delilah.” She begins, but it’s obvious that Dr. Martin isn’t paying attention, as her eyes are strangely fixated on Lucifer.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Lucifer says to the Doctor, smirking.

“What?” Dr. Martin says, snapping out of her trance momentarily.

“Yes, I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m like walking heroin.” Lucifer replies. “Very habit-forming. It never ends well.”

Dr. Martin sighs. “I’m sorry, do… do you two know each other?’ Joey asks.

“No, no, but I know that look.” Lucifer tells her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dr. Martin denies.

Lucifer then looks at Joey and pauses. “Actually, that is interesting ‘cause… you don’t look at me that way.” He says, leaning closer to her.

“What way?” Joey asks.

“With carnal fascination.” Lucifer answers.

“That’s ‘cause it doesn’t exist.” Joey states.

“No, you see, that’s just it— with most women, it does. I tend to appeal to the dark, mischievous hearts in all of you, but, you, Detective, you seem oddly immune to my charms.” Lucifer explains.

“Referring to them as ‘charms’, I think, is a bit of a stretch.” Joey tells him. “Truth be told I find you repulsive, like, on a chemical level.”

“That’s fascinating.” Lucifer says, staring at her in awe as Chloe begins to feel as if she’s third wheeling.

“You say it’s fascinating, and yet I can see that it disturbs you, doesn’t it? Deeply.” Dr. Martin analyses.

Joey looks uncomfortable, Lucifer thoughtful, and Chloe confused.

“Dr. Martin, we know that, um, Delilah was having a clandestine affair with a wealthy married man, so if you could just tell us his name, we will be on our way.” Chloe says, continuing the questioning that had been strangely interrupted.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.” Dr. Martin says.

“Oh, she’s one of the complex ones.” Lucifer whispers to Joey, smiling. “Linda, darling.” He says, leaning closer to her from the sofa. “Why don’t you tell me? Hmm?”

“Well, I can’t.” She laughs. “I want to, but I can’t.” She says, as Lucifer continues to stare into her eyes, she starts laughing louder. “Oh, you’re the devil.”

Lucifer chuckles, “Correct.” She keeps laughing. “Now, come on, Dr. Martin. I know you want to.” He says, seductively.

“Oh, man, and it’s really, really juicy, too.” She laughs.

“Ooh, I bet it is.” Lucifer encourages her.

“No, I can’t.” She shakes her head.

“What did you do to her?” Joey whispers to Lucifer. “Did you roofie her?”

“Oh, no, it’s not her fault. She’s just reacting to me. Just watch and learn, okay?” Lucifer replies. “Right, the answer is yes, we can take a trip to pound town if we must, but first, you’re gonna have to tell us, Linda, okay?”

Linda moans then chuckles. “Okay! It’s Grey Cooper.” She finally reveals.

“Grey Cooper?” Chloe says. “Seriously?”

“That is juicy.” Joey adds.

“Grey Cooper, the actor?” Lucifer asks. “The one who’s married to Amanda what’s-her-chops?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Joey nods.

“Oh, no, he’s horrible. So square-jawed, so handsome, so vanilla. Oh, I’m really quite disappointed in Delilah. That’s truly terrible taste in the opposite sex.” Lucifer disapproves.

“Thank you very much, Dr. Martin. We’ll be in touch.” Chloe says, standing up.

“Alright, we got to go.” Joey tells Lucifer, as she goes to stand up, but Lucifer stops her by grabbing her arm.

“Yes, of course, but I… I made a deal.” Lucifer says, looking at Linda. “So I’m going to have to hold up my end of the bargain. You wouldn’t mind waiting outside?” He asks Joey, as Chloe had already left to get in the car.

“Are you seriously talking about having sex with her right now?” Joey says, lowering her voice.

“Well, it won’t take long.” Lucifer replies.

“I do yoga.” Dr. Martin interrupts. “Hot… yoga. I’m freakishly flexible. Want to see?” She asks, then begins to spread her legs. “Wow!” She laughs loudly. “I really tried to keep that one in.”

“Well, you tried, that’s all that matters.” Lucifer tells her, as Joey begins to stand back up, walking to the door, opening it, glaring at Lucifer. “I’m really sorry, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check.” Lucifer says to Linda, standing up as Joey waits by the door for him. “I will be back, okay?’

“I certainly hope so.” Dr. Martin replies.

“My word is my bond.” Lucifer says, then leaves with Joey.

Lucifer, Joey and Chloe had then gone to find Grey Cooper, who was in the middle of shooting for some kind of action film. The three of them walk onto set, Joey and Chloe stopping at the barriers where everybody else was watching the filming take place. Although, Lucifer had decided to carry on walking, pushing past people, and eventually past the barriers. “Ah, excuse me. Thank you.” He says, as he walks out into the middle of the scene.

“Hey, hey, sir!” The security guard shouts after him, as a car then crashes at Lucifer’s feet. He had interrupted a massive shot.

“Who the hell is this guy?” The director yells, standing up. “What the hell are you doing?” He asks angrily, walking up to Lucifer.

“Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry.” Joey and Chloe push through, walking to Lucifer’s side. “Sorry, he’s with us.” Joey says to the director, as her and Chloe flash their Detective badges.

Lucifer then looks at the actor who was in the car crash (the stunt double). “That’s not Grey Cooper.” He says, disappointed.

“No, of course not. What the hell is this?” The director says.

“We need to speak with Mr. Cooper.” Chloe tells him, as Joey sighs, looking at Lucifer.

Grey Cooper then comes out moments later, and they begin questioning him. “God, Delilah, yeah, heard about that this morning. I can’t believe it. We did a movie together last year. Got pretty close.” He says.

“Lovers?” Lucifer asks.

“Friends.” Grey corrects.

“Friends who were lovers?” Lucifer suggests, as Joey pulls his arm back slightly.

“Settle down.” She tells him.

“I’ll handle the questions.” Chloe tells him. “Mr. Cooper, when did you last have contact with Delilah?”

“Well, actually, I just have one more question before you proceed with the boring ones.” Lucifer interrupts, then stares Grey in the eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Cooper, what do you want more than anything in this world? What’s your deepest, darkest desire? When you close your eyes, what do you see?”

“I’m the president of the Unite States of America.” Grey replies, in Lucifer’s trance.

“Ha!” Lucifer exclaims. “Well, who’s the devil now, eh?” He says, looking at Joey.

“Those are some pretty big aspirations there, Mr. Cooper.” Joey comments.

Grey chuckles awkwardly, “Well, after the acting and stuff.”

“No need to be embarrassed. Hell, if Arnold can do it, right?” Chloe laughs.

“Now, you wouldn’t want any nasty secrets screwing that up for you, would you?” Joey asks him, suggestively.

“Is there a point to this?” Grey asks.

“Mr. Cooper, were you having an affair with Delilah?” Chloe asks.

“Honey!” A voice calls from behind them. It’s Amanda, Grey’s wife. “Have you been getting my texts? I thought they were breaking you for lunch like a half hour ago.” She says to Grey, before glancing at Lucifer, Joey, and Chloe. “What’s going on?” She asks her husband.

“These people are detectives.” Grey tells her.

“Real ones?” Amanda asks, dumbly.

“We have some questions about Delilah.” Chloe tells the brunette woman.

“Oh. Oh. Yes, it’s so sad.” Amanda nods.

“Yeah. Very sad.” Grey agrees.

“Your watch, where’d you get that?” Joey asks, noticing the same watch from the drug dealer.

Grey looks down at it momentarily. “Oh, it’s a prop.” He shrugs.

“No, that’s the one Delilah gave you, isn’t it? For ‘Time Will Tell’?” Amanda reminds him, exposing him.

“Right. That’s the movie we did. It was a wrap gift.” Grey attempts to cover up.

Joey chuckles, “Yeah. She buy a $10,000 watch for the whole crew?”

“Uh, no. Just me, as far as I know. ‘Cause we were, you know, costars and everything.” He rambles.

“You know, you’re gonna have to get much better at lying if you wanna be president.” Lucifer tells him, making eye contact again.

“I know, right?” Grey agrees, caught in Lucifer’s trance again.

“So you were sleeping with her, then, yeah?” Lucifer asks.

“Oh, yeah.” Grey chuckles, and Lucifer starts laughing with him. Grey then snaps out of it. “Crap. I just said that in front of people.” He says, realising what he’s just revealed.

“Whatever. It’s not like I didn’t know.” Amanda says, annoyed. “God, you are a terrible liar. And actor, by the way.”

“You knew?” Grey asks.

“Of course. Why else do you think I’ve been sleeping with Bobby?” Amanda says.

“Are you serious?” Grey’s face drops.

“Oh, yeah. And it is good. Mmm. I climb that man like a tree. Right, Bobby?” Amanda calls out to the buff guy behind them.

“My bodyguard?” Grey says, angrily. “What a cliche.”

“Oh, I’m a cliche? Well, you’re a dick.” Amanda bites back.

“Oh, boy.” Chloe mumbles.

Grey then steps towards his bodyguard, shoving him in the chest as the pair start pushing each other, Amanda attempting to get in between them and make them stop.

“Hey, guys. Arrest them.” Chloe orders the two backing officers when Grey and Bobby start swinging at each other. “One of them’s got to be guilty.” She mumbles to Joey.

Later on, Joey had gone back to Lux with Lucifer to think over the case while Chloe had to go and pick up Trixie from Dan. Lucifer and Joey were at the bar, the club being empty, and Lucifer had managed to convince Joey to have a drink.

“Thanks.” Joey sighs as he slides her a drink. “So, Grey and Amanda have zero connection to the shooter.” She says, sighing again. “But the shooter had the same watch as Grey. That can’t be a coincidence. Maybe Delilah gave him one, too, like a kind of go-to gift. I…” She guesses.

“Well, that would imply she was actually sleeping with that maggot.” Lucifer reminds her.

“Really?” Joey says, raising her eyebrows. “Jimmy, 2Vile, Grey Cooper. That’s three other maggots she’s sleeping with. I don’t think there’s a lot of discretion going on with her.”

“Yeah. I suppose you got a point.” Lucifer agrees.

Joey takes a sip of her drink, then chuckles softly. “God, what am I doing here?” She mumbles.

“Wrong deity, but, yes, that is the eternal question.” Lucifer replies, smirking.

Joey chuckles, “No, I mean here, in a bar, with you.”

“Well, I don’t know. You tell me, Detective. I mean, despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can’t deny that there’s a connection between us.” Lucifer says. “Tell me, what do you actually want?”

Joey leans forwards, smirking. “You mean what do I desire more than anything else in this life?” She mocks him.

“Yes. But no tricks. Not that they work on you, you freak.” Lucifer teases. They chuckle. “Seriously, I’m curious.”

“I don’t know. What— what I told you’s true. I— I really do want to help people.” Joey says, and Lucifer raises his eyebrows for her to carry on. “My father was a bad person, my mother was never around. My older brother, Dylan, was a cop, a great cop. I tried the acting thing to get a bit of cash. I took off my top. Wasn’t really contributing to the betterment of society.”

“I disagree. I love that movie.” Lucifer smirks.

“So I quit. Decided to become a cop like Dylan and, uh, dealt with the whole ‘Hot Tub High School’ thing, until, um, I became a detective and found a whole new way to ostracise myself.” Joey finishes.

“Ah, the reason Chloe’s ex-maggot was pressuring you to close this?” Lucifer asks.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Joey nods. “Exactly. There was a case, a shooting on Eastwood Street where a cop was shot, and I saw it differently than pretty much everyone in our department, including Dan . And I stuck my neck out, and it backfired.” Joey explains. “And now no one wants to work with me, so…” Joey laughs sadly.

“Well, I’m available.” Lucifer reminds her, as they smile softly at each other.

“Too bad your little protege isn’t around to collect the check.” Maze interrupts, nodding at the TV screen, showing how Delilah’s records have gone through the roof.

“Oh, wow.” Joey’s face drops.

“What?” Lucifer asks.

“Delilah didn’t give that watch to the drug dealer.” She says, vaguely, before rushing out, Lucifer following right after her. She explained everything in the car to him as they speed over to a particular record studio.

They storm into Jimmy Barnes’ studio, Lucifer first. “Hello, Jimmy.” He greets, intimidatingly.

“Really?” Jimmy chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“How’s the album sales doing?” Lucifer asks, angrily.

“What album?” Jimmy asks, playing dumb.

“Soundtrack to ‘Time Will Tell’, which you produced. Whitney Houston hit the top ten for album sales after her death.” Joey says, slowly walking closer to Jimmy, Lucifer close by. “Michael Jackson hit the stratosphere. Not sure you’ll achieve such heights having Delilah killed, but that sure is a boatload of royalty checks headed your way.” Joey says, stopping and crossing her arms. “Guess you really needed the cash, huh? Which is why you had to pay the shooter with your watch.”

“The watch Delilah gave you. Now, that’s just sick. But then you are, so…” Lucifer adds, from behind Joey.

Suddenly, Jimmy grabs a gun from his pocket, and puts the nearest guy in a headlock, pointing the gun at his head. At almost the same time, Joey pulls out her gun, pointing it at Jimmy.

“Hey, Jimmy?” Joey shouts.

“I made her, she ruined me. She humiliated me. She owes me.” Jimmy rambles, angrily.

“You’re not God, Jimmy. You didn’t make her. But you did destroy her. So I’m gonna punish you.” Lucifer says, taking slow steps towards Jimmy.

“You back off, you freak. I mean it.” Jimmy warns him. “I am not going to jail for that bitch. No chance.”

“Listen to him, Lucifer. Back off.” Joey says, but Lucifer carries on making his way closer to Jimmy.

“I told you, it’s fine, I’m immortal.” Lucifer says, turning around to face Joey, then back at Jimmy, who goes to pull his trigger, but Joey catches his movement and shoots at him first, Jimmy falling straight to the ground.

“Well why did you do that?” Lucifer asks, pissed off.

“He was gonna kill you.” Joey states.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. You just… you just let him off too easy. He needs to pay! He needs to suffer! He needs to feel the pain, not escape it!” Lucifer says, raising his voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure where he’s going, the pain’s coming.” Joey says, trying to calm him down.

“No. No, it’s not, actually. And you know why? Because I’m here and he’s…” Lucifer starts shouting, but is interrupted by gun shots going off, one of them hitting Joey. She gasps, falling to the floor. Jimmy had gathered his last strength to pull his trigger, shooting aimlessly at the two of them.

Joey fell through a glass table, blood already covering her neck and chest as she gasps for air on the floor. Lucifer instantly rushes over to her, kneeling next to her, hovering over her as he places his hands on either side of the floor next to her head. “Joey.” He says, gently, whilst cupping the side of her face.

Joey gasps weakly, “I don’t want to die, not yet.” She whispers, pure terror on her face.

“I won’t let you.” Lucifer tells her. “Father will just have to wait for you.” He smiles gently, when suddenly more shots go off, hitting Lucifer multiple times in the back. Joey sees his body flinch as the bullets strike him. “Just… give me one second.” He says to Joey, before standing up and making his way over to Jimmy.

Joey only manages to see Jimmy continuing to shoot at Lucifer as he makes his way towards him, before everything goes black.

The next thing Joey knows, she’s opening her eyes to an overly-bright appearing hospital room, as she squints to adjust to the lighting.

“Well, look who’s back.” Lucifer grins, seated next to her bed.

Joey smiles up at him softly, before moving her head slightly and groaning. “How long have I been out?” She asks.

Lucifer sighs, a serious look forming on his face. “Three years.”

Joey’s face drops. “What?” She says, concerned, until Lucifer starts chuckling, causing her to giggle too, shaking her head. “You’re such an ass.”

“Thank you.” Lucifer replies, smiling.

Joey is recalling in her head what had happened before turning to face Lucifer again. “He was firing at you. Why aren’t you… more dead?”

“You’re having a very hard time with the immortal thing, aren’t you?” Lucifer replies.

Joey sighs. “What happened with Jimmy?”

“Jimmy? Jimmy got what he deserved.” Lucifer tells her.

“Hm.” Joey hums. “Well, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead if you hadn’t helped me, so… thank you.” She thanks, genuinely.

“Sorry, what was that? That last bit.” Lucifer teases. “I didn’t quite get that.” He says, leaning forward.

Joey just smiles. “Thank you.” She says, clearly, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

“You’re welcome.” Lucifer says, feeling slightly flustered, he leans back, letting out a cough. “And, besides, you know, you’re far too interesting to let die.” He plays off.

“You saved my life because I’m interesting?” Joey replies.

“Wildly irritating as well, but yes.” Lucifer nods.

The pair smile at each other softly, before Joey asks, “What now?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve obviously proven myself to be an invaluable crime-fighting tool.” He begins, standing up, putting his blazer jacket on. “You’re a pariah in the department. I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. Don’t you?”

“Who the hell are you?” Joey chuckles softly.

“I told you, I’m…” Lucifer begins, before being interrupted by Devon and Arlo sprinting into the room.

“Lucifer!” Arlo shouts excitedly, hugging the side of his leg as that’s as high as he could reach.

“Uh, yes. Hello, children.” Lucifer says, uncomfortably. “I’m just…” Lucifer says, peeling Arlo off of his leg, picking him up in the air, “why don’t you save some of this unpleasantness for your sister, yeah?” He then places both Arlo and Devon in Joey’s bed, both of them practically on top of Joey. Joey groans at the weight being placed on her fresh wound. “Oops, sorry.” Lucifer apologises.

“Are you hurt?” Arlo asks Joey.

“I’m okay.” Joey replies, as Arlo pulls a cute face at her.

“Right. Well, I’d stay for the family reunion, but it’s giving me terrible IBS. So, look forward to seeing you soon, Joey.” Lucifer says, about to leave.

“I don’t.” Joey smiles sarcastically at him, as she runs a gentle hand through Devon’s hair, letting Arlo place a kiss on her bandage.

“Bye, now. Glad you’re not dead.” He smiles, leaving.

After Lucifer left, he retuned to Lux, where he’s sitting at the bar, staring into space. Maze enters, and he can sense her presence. “I can sense your disapproval, Maze, what is it?” He asks, and she walks over to him.

“I just don’t understand why you would save a human’s life.” Maze tells him.

“Well, there’s something different about her that I don’t quite understand, and it vexes me.” Lucifer explains.

“Maybe it’s not her that’s different.” Maze suggests.

Lucifer chuckles. “Is this where I’m supposed to ask, ‘whatever do you mean?’.” He asks.

“I’m worried the humans are rubbing off on you. Stop caring. You’re the devil.” She tells him.

“Yes, I am.” Lucifer says, taking a swig of his drink.

[so-scarlett-maroon]

The Professor and the Librarian

Rating: Explicit (Smut)

No Archive Warings Apply

Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest

Words: 10,000

Chapters: 1/1

The first time Draco saw her, she was sitting in a reading nook, flipping through a children's book. The sun was shining through the windows behind her, lighting up her brown curls to show off their golden highlights. He felt drawn to her. He wanted to walk right up and say hello that second, but Scorpius pulled him down an aisle.

"I need a bunny book, Dad!” he said, as he tugged Draco’s hand. His son had apparently been learning about all kinds of pets with his nanny and was now obsessed with bunnies. It was incredibly cute. They located the children’s non-fiction and went home from the library with 7 books on bunnies but no information about the gorgeous librarian.

When they returned to the Rowena Ravenclaw Wizarding Public Library the next week, it was only because he’d heard they hosted a lovely story time for young children, and not at all because he wanted to see the mysterious librarian again. Scorpius had thrown a bit of a fit about the entire concept of shoes existing, so they were running late. They rushed up the steps and through the big wooden doors before following the signs posted for storytime. They found themselves in that very same corner where he’d first seen her. She was sitting in the window nook again, but this time she was surrounded by children sitting on the carpet at her feet. Draco stood back with the other parents while Scorpius pushed through the line of people and found a spot. She smiled brightly at him but glared a bit at Draco.

She’s a stickler about punctuality, he noted. Draco tried his best to look apologetic but he wasn’t sure it was very convincing.

“I am Librarian Granger, and I am so happy to see so many smiling faces here today!” she began.

He felt triumphant, he had a name, only a last name, but it was progress.

“Today we are reading one of my favorite books, The Very Hungry Caterpillar.” She read the story with so much enthusiasm getting louder and louder as the caterpillar ate more and more. The children were all giggling, Scorpius threw his head back, his tiny face red from laughter. It felt good to see his son smiling. He hadn’t done much of that since they moved back from France. When the caterpillar emerged from its cocoon as a bright and beautiful butterfly, the children oohed and awed at the colorful illustration in the book. She lifted her wand and whispered a quick incantation. Suddenly the air was filled with paper butterflies fluttering down to the children. A purple one landed on Scorpius and he immediately ran to his father to show it off.

“Look, Dad, look!” he shouted as he held his paper prize aloft.

"I see it, Scorpius. It's very beautiful. What are you going to name it?”

“Umm, Purple?” the boy suggested.

“We could call her Lilac? Or Lavender? Even Periwinkle,” Draco suggested.

"No… I like Purple,” Scorpius replied.

"Well then Purple is perfect,” Draco said, smiling down at him. Most of the crowd had begun to dissipate, so Draco decided to take the opportunity to speak with Librarian Granger. She was wearing a swishy floral skirt that reached all the way down to her ankles with a plain white t-shirt tucked into it. Her hair was, sadly, up in a bun today, but she still looked stunning.

Draco approached her, doing his best to come off as casual and cool, two things he wasn’t exactly known for. He’d worn charcoal gray trousers and an oxford shirt but had left the first button undone. He was the epitome of laid back, he was sure.

"Hello, Ms. Granger, I just wanted to thank you for a lovely storytime. My son, Scorpius, enjoyed it so much.”

“Oh, you are very welcome Mr....,”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” he supplied.

She smiled politely at him. “...Mr. Malfoy. But no need to thank me, it's my job. Besides, I love reading to the children and seeing their faces light up.”

“Yes, well, you did a wonderful job of it. Scorpius hasn’t smiled that much since I told him we were leaving Lourdes.”

Hermione's eyes widened with interest “You moved from Lourdes? You must have been working at Beauxbatons then, yes? I have heard lovely things about that school."

Draco nodded, glad to have landed on a topic that interested the pretty witch. “Yes, I was a student there and later became the Potion’s Master. I’ve just left my post after 6 years.”

“Oh well, welcome to the UK then.”

“Thank you very much, but it’s actually welcome back to the UK. I was born in Wiltshire, although I moved to France when I was still quite young. I’m sure there is much I don’t know about Wizarding London now; I haven’t been back in many years. Perhaps you could show me around sometime?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. It was not a good sign. She said nothing for a moment, the silence was deafening. He thought he’d been rather smooth, but Ms. Granger seemed to disagree.

Finally, she spoke, “You are not the first father to hit on me while I am working but you are the first one who forgot to slip off his wedding ring,” she said, staring pointedly at the silver band on his left ring finger.

Continued on AO3

[mommys-gurl]

I'd been invited to a classmate's birthday party and the invite said that party dresses are optional, which my mother read as an advisory note. I didn't have a dress of my own so Mum said she'd either buy me one, or I could borrow one from my cousin Paul who begrudgingly wears a dress for special occasions. Despite the invite saying that dresses were optional, my mother wasn't going to give me a choice other than buy or borrow… so we went to my Aunt's where I tried on a couple of my cousins dresses. The first was bright yellow with cupcakes printed on it, then I tried this one…

Once I had the shoes on, I knew I'd be wearing those too... but what I didn't know was how many other boys would be attending wearing party dresses. Some do for special occasions these days but certainly not many, and it's not even clear if the boy who's birthday it is will be wearing a dress. I could be the only one for all I know. My mother and aunt proceeded to coach me in how to sit; scooping the skirt beneath me, keeping my knees and ankles together, and smoothing the skirt on my lap. They had me walking around, perching on a stool, climbing and descending the stairs, which isn't easy in heels and a skirt that obscures your feet. They also told me how to stand for photographs; at a slight angle with one foot in front of the other so I don't look frumpy. "Try a little canter." Mum suggested. "They might have party games so you might find yourself running around a bit."

"They won't have party games Mum." I protested. "Well... not musical chairs or blind man's buff ...video games maybe." I supposed.

"Well see if you can run a little bit anyway. Down the garden path and back."

"Mu-um, you're just doing this to tease me!" I moaned.

"We're doing it to teach you." Mum told me. "Wearing heels isn't like wearing sneakers. I'm not expecting a sprint, just a little canter, down to the shed and back." she said as my aunt opened the back door.

I swallowed my pride and stepped out onto the patio. Thankfully my cousin Peter was out at football practice so he didn't have to see any of this. It must have been the heels because I couldn't help but run just like a girl; tucked elbows, flailing arms, palms out.... all the way to the shed and back "Perfect." Mum grinned as I drew to a halt.

"Can I take it off now?" I mournfully asked, fully expecting the answer to be no.

"Yes I suppose." Mum replied, much to my delight. 

The shoes went back in their box and the dress was put on a hanger and covered with a protective yet transparent plastic bag. Mum had me carry it to the car and lay it neatly on the backseat to avoid the dress getting creased. Mum prompted me to thank my aunt for loaning me the dress and bashfully I did. "Where are we going now?" I asked as Mum drove the car left out of the cul-de-sac instead of right.

"Town." she told me.

"What for?" I quizzed, knowing the we'd done all the grocery shopping the previous day.

"To get you some knickers and tights." she informed me.

"What?!" I gasped.

Comments:

Corinne: Instead of whining he should be happy that both his aunt and his mother helps him to wear the lovely dress in the right way and how to move in the various situations. If he will be the only boy at the party wearing a dress I am sure he will be the center of the party and be highlighted as an example to all the other boys.

Marie-Christine: Yes, I guess that the party would be so nice for him in his dress. Let's hope that all the boys there will wear pretty dresses but even if not - he will be the cutest boy there.

Aidan: Will be a little terrifying at the party for the party dress boys at first. Very nice for Peter to be able to get used to his dress borrowing one off Paul. It could be worse and he knows it. This way it's just him and his considerate Mum and Aunty and of course he'll know how to behave in his dress too. Thankfully Paul has a nice selection of cute dresses and can spare one for Peter to keep.

[petitelepus]

Minimus x reader cute tea party

Some may say stuff like, "Tea parties are for little sparklings" but you truly believed that it was maybe the most calming moment in the middle of the chaos that ensued in Lost Light nearly every day.

You didn't have many friends who enjoyed the calm little chats and some energon tea with a little oil cakes and rust cookies, but you cherished the friends you had.

"More tea, Minimus?" You asked as you picked the fancy white teapot with beautiful blue sparkflowers painted on it.

The small green and white Bot nodded as he offered his matching teacup to you, "Yes please."

You smiled as you poured his cup full and you noticed that another cup was offered to you by Ten.

"Oh, pardon me Ten, just a second," You carefully filled the yellow Bot's cup and he smiled as he thanked you, "Ten.

By spending time with Ten, you had learned to mostly understand what he usually meant when talking. Mostly you were reading his body language. You wouldn't say that you were fluent, but you understood the basics of what he meant to say.

"Nautica, would you like some tea?" You asked and the purple femme smiled as she shook her helm and pointed at the rust cookies.

"No thank you, I still have some, but I'll have one of those delicious cookies!"

"As you wish," You picked up the cookie plate and offered it to the femme who thanked you before grabbing a couple of cookies and putting them on her plate.

"I must admit, these tea parties are the highlight of my week." You said as you picked your own cup and took a sip of your tea.

Ah, so warm and sweet yet calming. Truly, a wonderful cup of tea.

"I also cherish these meetings of ours," Minimus replied.

"You guys always turn all high and proper when we have these parties." Nautica laughed as she took a bite out of her cookie, "But it's honestly a nice change of pace to usual madness."

You couldn't really argue against her since she was right. You got this regal feeling when enjoying fine treats with good company.

You took a secret little glance at Minimus and smiled against your cup when you saw the tiniest smile gracing his lips as he took a piece of oil cake with his fork and happily ate it.

Okay, maybe these tea parties were also your chance to see your crush outside that huge blue armor of his.

He hadn't noticed your optics lingering on his every move, but Nautica and Ten had.

At first, they teased you a little, outside Minimus' hearing so he wouldn't find out, but in the end, they promised not to tell and they said they would cheer you on.

You sighed as you sipped your tea, letting the liquid warm you inside out. Maybe one day you would ask them to stay out so it would be just you and Minimus and maybe by then you would have enough courage to confess to him.

But today wasn't that day. Maybe next week or next month, who could tell when you would feel brave enough?