#i was gonna answer this privately but everyone needs to hear this

[satangcrush]

an ode to nicknames <3

✦ CAST: lucifer, mammon, and leviathan ✦ SUMMARY: f! reader, what nicknames (or lack of) will the cast use for you! ✦ WC: 1.8k

[PART 1] | [PART 2] | [PART 3] | MASTERLIST

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Lucifer may be a textbook sweetheart but unfortunately, he never refers to you other than your name in public as he does have a facade to keep up. Yet, his actions speak louder than words. As much as he would like to keep up a front, his body betrays him. He always somehow ends up standing nearer than the appropriate distance or having a hand on your back when leading you somewhere in public. He also unconsciously sneaks multiple glances your way without even realising. (Everyone else notices.)

Though in private, he deigns to use something sweeter to refer to you, such as calling you his star, his light, love, or darling. 

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Lucifer stares at your expression from across the room, watching as you yet stifle another yawn as you squirmed about in the sofa chair to find a comfortable position. He softly smiled as your face scrunched up into another frown as you watched a video on your D.D.D. In the back of his mind, he noted that you were watching it on low volume, presumably to keep from distracting him. It was rather endearing of you to think of him.

“My star, would you care to open a bottle of Demonus with me tonight?” His voice took on a gentler tone as he breaks the silence gracing the air in the study.

“What’s the special occasion tonight? Or are you stressed?” Your head had flew up at the sound of his voice and you met his gaze with a confused and concerned look.

You thought that today would be just like any other day in this week which he has been swamped with paperwork. And truthfully, you had been feeling just the slightest bit neglected, but you understood that this was part of his duty as Diavolo’s righthand man. Although, it still didn’t make you feel any better knowing this fact.

“Just thought I would spend a little time with you tonight.” He said simply, eyes awaiting an affirmative answer from you.

You pouted in disappointment, wanting to hear something sweeter from him.

“Try again. I want you to be more romantic.” You demanded, finally putting down your D.D.D and focusing all your attention on him.

His eyes crinkled, finding your demands to be slightly absurd. Wasn’t he already being romantic enough by putting down his pride to ask you?

 But he knew he was in no place to complain. It was an unfortunate thing that he had not been paying as much attention to you as he would have liked so he sighed, standing up and walking over to where you were sitting at.

You craned your neck to look up at him, narrowed eyes watching as he knelt down in front of you to hold your hand delicately. He presses a kiss to your knuckles and muttered softly.

“I am extending a formal invitation to the light of my whole world, if they would indulge in my request to have a drink with me.”

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As the Avatar of Greed, the highest compliment one can pay to him is through monetary compensation like Grims or jewels. In the same vein, Mammon definitely calls you his jewel, treasure, or even, his princess. That is… once he gets over his aversion of not calling you human. (affectionately)

.

“Baby. Love. Darling. Flower. Stupid human.”

“This ain’t gonna work out, ya. This doesn’t suit the taste of Great Mammon.” He muttered to himself, staring at himself in the mirror. He would need a better nickname than that to even think of uttering it in your presence. 

“My jewel.”

“Princess.”

“...Treasure.” He finally nodded at himself, proud of his naming sense. They wouldn’t even know what hit them when he use this on them.

“Treasure?” You echoed from behind him, with a frown. Lucifer had tasked you to bring Mammon to him. So here you are, locating him in the bathroom, only to find out that he's talking to the ...mirror?

“W-wha-” His heart dropped and thudded in his chest. When had you come in? Had you heard his entire dialogue? Did you know that he was coming up with pet names for you? What would you think? Oh shi-

“Mammon, are you coming up with nicknames for Goldie again? I thought Lucifer confiscated it from you?”

He felt relief courses through his body but at the same time, he felt vaguely disappointed?

“Wha- no! Why do you gotta think the worst of me? Pfft.” He snorted and waved you off.

“Well then. What were you doing? Why are you whispering pet names to yourself? Are you cheating on me?” You looked at him suspiciously for a second, eyes narrowed. Then suddenly, the side of your lips was threatening to curl up for some reason.

“HUH?! NO WAY. Why would the Great Mammon cheat on you? I’ll let you know that the Great Mammon here was coming up with pet names for ya. You better be grateful, goddamnit-” The realisation dawned on him, and he started spluttering and looking for excuses.

“I mean, I’m not sayin’ that I’m comin’ up with them for ya! It’s..It’s just that ya name sucked! I’m choosing a better name for ya. You better be thankful that the Great Mammon here is takin’ time out of his day to choose a nam-” 

There was a familiar warm sensation on his lips and his eyes instinctively closed and he tilted his head at the feel of it. 

“H-h-huh? Why didya’ have to kiss me! Not that I was complaining, do that again.” He touched his lips with the back of his hands, cheeks flushed red and eyes wide.

“I knew.” There was a coquettish look on your face and you turned to peck him on the lips again.

He took a second to chase after your lips before remembering to reply to you. “What did ya know, huh!” 

“I heard the entire thing. Aw, you’re so cute, coming up with nicknames for me.” You cooed at him, eyes turning into half-crescent moon, as you playfully nudged him on the shoulder.

“!!”

“By the way, I like ‘Treasure’ the most.”

“Fine, the Great Mammon will refer to you by that name, okay?! Don’t give me that look!”

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Honestly, can’t see Levi coming up with nicknames much. He probably only calls you Player 2 (unironically in public), /adjective/ human, and of course, normie. Rather, I see MC coming up with nicknames to fluster Levi than him doing the opposite. 

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You snorted at him, finding his attempt to come up with a good nickname silly yet cute.

“You know, you can just refer to me by my name right? I don’t mind if you don’t use any pet names for me.” You rested your chin on the back of your hand, lazily looking up at him. The lack of a nickname doesn’t bother you much, but you still found his efforts sweet regardless.

“N-no! But the anime said that nicknames are a way humans show love. So, I must find a nickname for you, to show it!” His determination was clear in his tone as he clutched your shoulders, shaking you from side to side.

“Alright, then.” You were starting to get a little dizzy with the shaking as well as watching him pace back and forth in the room. Honestly, it was just a nickname but the fact that Levi cared so much about it made your unspoken protest die in the back of your throat. 

Huh, guess you’ll humor him then.

You turned to sprawl out on the floor beside Henry, watching as the fish swam back and forth in the bowl, reminiscent of Levi just moments earlier. 

“How do you want to go about doing this?” You questioned him, eyes fixed on the bowl. Your thoughts drifted off as you started thinking about the upkeep of the goldfish. Does the fish need special maintenance? Actually, scratch that. Is the bowl even big enough for Henry? 

“Um… Is there any nicknames you prefer?” You quickly shoved all questions regarding Henry to the back of your mind for later. One look at Levi’s red face and you’re automatically grinning again. You pretended to think for a while as you hid your face in your arms.

“Good question. You should come up with one for me.”

“Hm?!” Levi choked on the energy drink that he was currently downing after his exhausting rounds of pacing across the room.

“You know I suck at this, don’t you? Don’t make fun of me, you should tell me a nickname you want me to call you by.” The pitch of his tone rose up by an octave and you smiled secretly into the crook of your elbows.

“Well, don’t you consume a lot of media surrounding romance? You could just plagarise it from there.” You simpered, looking coyly at him. Briefly, you fantasized about Levi calling you honey. Hm, that does have a ring to it.

Levi panicked.

“N-no! Those aren’t good enough! You deserve a better nickname!” His voice squeaked as he bent down in front of you to catch your eye with a brave expression. Your eyes trailed the blush down past his neck and for a second, you wondered how far the blush would spread and stop at.

“I’m confident you can come up with a better nickname for me right, Levi-chan?” This time, you purposely pitched your voice a bit lower and fluttered your lids a little. It had your intended reaction as Levi shot back from you, almost knocking the bowl containing Henry over.

“Anyways, I like it when you call me by my name. It already sounds intimate coming from you.” You said truthfully, standing up to check on the condition of poor Henry, who was swimming faster now due to shock.

A weight barrelled into the side of your leg and you quickly reached out a hand to straighten yourself on the table with Henry on it. Thankfully, you didn't crash into the table, you would hate to think of the fate of the goldfish.

“Stupid normie… Always saying things like this to fluster me…” He mumbled under his breath into the fabric of your pajamas.

“Levi?” You didn’t know what you did nor could you hear him but it seemed like you had somehow gotten through to Levi who was no longer coming up with a nickname but rather morphing into a koala, with how intense he was gripping your leg.

“Levi?” You tried again.

“S-shut up, stupid normie.” You smiled gently, reaching down to pat his head.

Alright then, you’ll make do with normie.

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a/n▸ my boomer ass accidentally deleted this while trying to edit an mistake so excuse me... almost cried retagging 🥲 this was supposed to include all the dateables + luke but i ended up writing longer than intended for just these three lol. BUTTTT part two here!!! also, it was insanely hard to write for levi, im sorry to all levichan lovers out there </3 depending on my mood, i may or may not write for everyone else

[newtkive]

shift shenanigans - s1 social media au

note: jus for fun ! may or may not do more parts.

warnings: crude humor, slightly offensive jokes from richie sry

part two

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chefboyardee: my friends! i love my friends! the two on the right more than the left (i’m joking i promise) 😁😁😁😁

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syd_adamu: brave of you to call him your friend y/n

↳ chefboyardee: boss man carmy save me

↳ syd_adamu: oh.. :///

marcus.brooks11: you did me so dirty, friend.

↳ chefboyardee: love you marcus you look spectacular

↳ marcus.brooks11: don’t start

richietheking: Where am I?

↳ chefboyardee: ya motha

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richietheking: Getting sh$!t done.

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marcus.brooks11: This is coolllddd.

↳ richietheking: You already know it man.

syd_adamu: this is actually crazy

carmyberzatto: can you show this on instagram? i think you should delete this.

↳ richietheking: Delete your life.

chefboyardee: come down to the beef for a number 6 the occy way 💯 the safest joint on the block 🤑💯we are 🔛🔝

↳ richietheking: Eyyy I know that’s right.

↳ carmyberzatto: please don’t advertise this.

WE HAVE THE BEEF 🥩

[ 8:25 am ]

y/n:

bruh im about to lose it. heads up when you guys get to work.

marcus: that catering order is about to be crazy

DO NOT REPLY: These white boards are stressing me out.

syd: we know, probably giving you ptsd from not finishing high school

DO NOT REPLY: Fuck you I did finish it.

y/n: oh i gotta change ur contact name richie

richie poo: ????? What

y/n: it was ‘DO NOT REPLY’ lols

marcus: valid

syd: real

richie poo: What? Why?! That’s so rude

y/n: cuz you piss me off

and you kept blowing up my phone yesterday

richie poo: You weren’t answering, and we needed help at the cook out.

syd: the one where you poisoned everyone?

richie poo: Fuck off.

y/n: when i’m off work, i’m off work.

marcus: don’t let carmy hear that, y/n

y/n: don’t remind me

syd: he’s trying at least, go easy on him. he really has great ideas

richie poo: You mean you have great ideas in that little notebook

tina: Never trust a broad with a notebook.

syd: hey! i’m just being helpful

y/n: do you guys think my ig post will hurt carmys feelings

marcus: it would make me a little sad if i were him, but i don’t think he cares

y/n: great i’m gonna cry now

syd: i doubt he even saw it y/n it’s fine

richie poo: Check the work chat. Cousin is in a mood.

y/n: oh great

tina: Help us all.

syd: be nice you guys

WORK

[ 9:15 am ]

carmy: Everyone, we have huge catering orders tomorrow to prep for today. Please get here as soon as you can, the earlier you clock in the better. Additionally, please be careful what you post on social media. I don’t want people to get the wrong impression

y/n: yes chef 👨‍🍳

syd: ok sounds good

richie poo: Cool it, Cousin. What’s the issue with the social media

tina: I use FaceBook. That not allowed now??

carmy: Tina, you’re fine. I’m talking about those who post work things on public accounts

marcus: facebook is crazy

richie poo: I can’t go private

y/n: he needs the likes

richie poo: No I’m disabled from doing so. Not sure why

y/n: liar

richie poo: 😑I don’t like you

carmy: Then please don’t post pics of yourself posting up with a gun and an air horn outside of my shop anymore.

marcus: that pic was fire can’t lie

carmy: Well, it’s bad for business.

richie poo: Fine, whatever

y/n: carmy

carmy: What, Y/n?

y/n: is this because of my caption on my post i’m sorry i promise i wasn’t being for real

carmy: I don’t care Y/n.

y/n: is that code for ‘i care a lot and i’m crying in the office right now and that’s why the door is closed’

oh

syd: ? why the oh

y/n: he opened the door and yelled no 🤨 but i think i saw red eyes

carmy: Please get back to work and I’ll comp a meal for you later

y/n: OMG yes chef 😍

richie poo: Inappropriate emojis and you shouldn’t have to incentivize her to work

y/n: shut up acting like HR i’m gonna beat your ass

jealousy is ugly which is why you have that mug on your face

carmy: Stop

y/n: yes chef 👨‍🍳

i heard your giggle tho

richie poo: Again with the schizo episode

syd: you can’t say that richie

richie poo: Oh sorry

[unfinishedslurs]

party king (steddie)

“You want me to what?”

“Go to a party with me,” Eddie says, looking at Steve like he’s the weirdo here. “What’s the big deal, King Steve? You’ve been to plenty of parties.”

“You know, no one actually called me that,” Steve tells him, abandoning his tapes to put his hands on his hips. “Billy started it. I think he just wanted people to call him a king.”

Eddie visibly considers this before nodding, like it makes sense. Which it does. Billy was, in Steve’s private thoughts, an egotistical maniac who needed to calm down.

May he rest in peace.

“But you’ll come to the party with me, right?”

“Give it up, Eddie,” Robin calls from where she’s rewinding tapes. “Steve hasn’t been to a party in forever. He’s basically a grandpa now.”

“Hey!” Steve objects. That’s rich, coming from her. Going to bed at nine some nights so he gets a few more hours of sleep before waking up in a cold sweat does not make him a grandpa. It just makes him traumatized  

“Steeeeeeeve,” Eddie whines, widening his eyes until it looks like they’re going to pop out of his sockets. His exaggerated pout isn't going to do him any favors either. No matter what the kids say behind his back (looking at you, Henderson) he isn't a pushover.

“Why would I want to go to a high school party?” He crosses his arms, leaning against the counter. “I graduated. I have better things to do with my time.”

“Like lose arcade games to freshmen?” Robin asks. He flips her the bird.

“Please, Steve?” Eddie asks. “Pretty please? Pretty pretty please, with cherries and whipped cream and six little nuggets on top?”

“What the hell are you even saying anymore?”

“You want him to eat his babies?” Robin shrieks. “Like Kronos? Is one of them going to cut off his head and free the rest?”

Eddie’s eyes light up, and Steve slaps a hand over his mouth. He doesn’t know who that guy is, and he doesn’t want to deal with the two of them chattering over whatever movie villain he’s assuming is in their weird cult classic films when he still doesn’t know why Eddie is asking him to this party.

He doesn’t even flinch when Eddie licks his hand.

“I’ve been slobbered on by actual monsters,” he says flatly. “Your spit has zero effect on me.”

Eddie bats his eyes and gives his palm a kiss, right where he’d laved his tongue. Steve rolls his eyes and wipes his hand on the side of Eddie’s face.

“Hey!”

“Don’t dish what you can’t take,” Steve says. “Now, why exactly am I getting asked to go to a high school party?”

“Jessica Roberts needs some kush, and she asked me to sell there.”

“Okay? Still not answering my question.”

“There’s gonna be jocks at the party,” Eddie finally confesses, “and I don’t know if they’ll try shit. But given my track record lately…”

“So you need a bodyguard?”

“Hey!” Steve shouts, and is summarily ignored by everyone. So he does what any normal person would do, and slams an abandoned beer bottle against the edge of the counter so it shatters. 

The jocks turn and look at him after that.

Steve glances down at the jagged edges of the bottle in his hands, flipping it like it’s his old ice cream scoop. Yeah, this should work. 

“Leave him alone,” he says, steely inflection to his voice. 

“Or what, Harrington?” One of them asks. “Heard you just been sittin’ in this room all night. What, you hanging around the queers now? Didn’t take you for a f-”

He stops talking when Steve grabs him by the hair and presses the broken bottle against his throat.

“Here’s what's gonna happen,” he says quietly, taking a look at his buddy. He’s let go of Eddie, a lot more spooked now that his friend is shaking in his Nike’s. “You’re going to leave this room. You’re going to leave Munson here alone. You’re not going to bother him, or anyone else in his dragon club ever again. If I hear that you or your little friends are fucking with him, I have a very nice nail-studded baseball bat in my trunk I’d be more than happy to introduce you to. Capisce?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” the guy that was holding Eddie says. “What the hell, Harrington?”

Steve doesn’t break eye contact with the guy he’s threatening. “Capisce?” He asks again, putting a little more force into the word.

“C-capisce.”

“Good,” he says, shoving him away. “Now get outta here.”

They scramble away. Steve walks over to the trash can and throws away the remains of the bottle, running a hand through his hair. He finally turns around to see Eddie staring at him with wide eyes, frozen.

“Sorry-”

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

Eddie’s entire face flushes, like he didn’t mean to say that. “Uh.”

Steve looks at him, and then around the kitchen they’re in. Glass and beer on the floor, music blasting loud enough to set him on edge, a crowd of people that look at him like a zoo exhibit. Fuck, his head hurts. 

“Yeah, okay,” he decides. “We’re going to mine, though.”

“Wh-what?” Eddie looks like a deer in headlights, even though Steve’s offering exactly what he asked. 

“I…have no idea what I’m doing,” Eddie confesses. 

“Oh, are you not…” He trails off, gesturing towards Eddie’s back pocket. “I assumed…”

Eddie laughs abruptly, slapping a hand over his mouth like he startled himself with it. “You know hanky code, Harrington?”

“Can you call me Steve when you’re in my bed?” He’s already got his shirt off, for God’s sake. “Listen, man, if you don’t want this, it’s no biggie.” He starts to get off, and Eddie’s hand clamps over his thigh. 

“No, no, no, don’t you dare. Just gimme a minute, I’m processing.”

“Processing,” he repeats flatly. 

“Yes, processing. I’ve got the guy of my extremely virginal wet dreams shirtless on top of me. I did not think this would ever happen. I didn’t even know you were queer until tonight.”

Steve’s mouth shapes into an “o” of understanding. “You’re a virgin?”

“Jesus, could you focus on anything else I said?”

“You dream about me?”

“Let’s go back to the virgin part.” His fingers start nervously tapping against Steve’s leg. 

“You’re not subtle,” Steve says flatly. “I know when you stare at my ass.”

Eddie colors in a flood of bright red. “What if I wasn’t? What if I was…uh, jealous or something?”

“I guess that’d make sense, since you’re flat as a board.”

“Wh—hey!”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

For context:

A few days ago, @meagancandraw (Night-Waker) and I did a lil' "what-if" scenario in a private server of what would happen if Moon punched Sun after a hallucination-driven breakdown and then ran off and was visited by someone who gave him the clarity he needed.

The following is what transpired:

NIGHT: He's starting to hallucinate, goes to hit one, and it ends up being Sun.

Sun: Moon-! Moon: DON'T TOUCH ME! (THWACK)

And that's when he snaps out of it-

ME: The sound echoes, bouncing off the walls and ringing in Moon's audio receptors. There's a frightening sting that spreads across the back of his hand. The swirling black and red of his vision vanishes practically in an instant as he stares mortified at Sun, who cups his cheek with an equally mortified look. What did he…? No…no no no what had he done-- ?: M-Moon…?!

NIGHT: Moon can only look at Sun, at the hand holding his cheek. It looks dented, and there's specks of dark blue visible between his fingers. Moon slowly looks down at his own hand, and sees where small streaks of paint have been violently scrapped off, exposing the grey underneath. He feels sick. Moon: I- ?: Sun! Lunar runs into the room (Oh God how long had he been standing there how much had he seen), asking Sun if he's okay. The sound is muffled to Moon, however, as he continues to stare at his hand. There's more talking - or is it yelling? - but he can't tell from who. All he hears is static. Horror blooms in his chest and spreads through his circuits

ME: Earth suddenly rushes in as well, looking between the two. She asks what happened but doesn't get an answer from either, so she asks Lunar, who fills her in. Her eyes widen and she looks to Moon- God that look…The way she looked at him--horrified, scared, angry--he couldn't bear it.

Before anyone can think to stop him, he turns and activates a random portal, and flees into it.

-

NIGHT: Moon [begins] spiraling and thinking his whole family must hate him. They should. Not only did he fail to protect Solar, now he's hurt Sun in front of them. He's a horrible brother. They don't deserve as terrible as him. Is hurting his family all he's good for?

ME: (imagine while in Beta 10 he starts hallucinating.)

"What, gonna start drowning in your own pity party again?"

He sees hallucinations of his family, one by one. Starting with Earth. Then Lunar. Then even Eclipse. Then Sun.

Then Old Moon.

All of them berating and sharp, pushing the dagger in deeper. "You promised you would be better." "Why weren't you honest with how you felt?" "You're a monster." "You're pathetic."

"You did the one thing I told you not to do." In the midst of the anguish as the people he loves drive home every wound, he hears a voice he doesn't expect and looks-

to see Solar.

Still a hallucination, but…he is different. He's not shouting at Moon for his failures, he's not calling him horrible things.

NIGHT: "Solar" asking Moon what he's doing here instead of being with his family Moon (crying): I don't deserve to be with them

ME: Solar: What makes you think that?

NIGHT: Moon: Because all I'm good for is hurting them! I hit Sun! I let you die! I can't protect anyone! I'm just as bad as the old me! ME: Solar: Moon. If that's all you ever see in yourself, then that is all you will ever be.

NIGHT: Moon: It's all I am! The old me killed himself because he thought that I would be better, but he was wrong! ME: Solar: Was he? NIGHT: Moon: Yes! Name one good thing I've done that didn't end up backfiring or making things worse for everyone!

ME: Solar: hm. Well…from what I heard about the guy, he didn't have a shred of empathy. So you got him beat on that front. NIGHT: Moon: Yeah… a lot of good that's done for me

ME: Solar: Yeah it has. 'Cept I don't think you actually see what good it's done. NIGHT: Moon: Like what? ME: Solar: well your brother, for one. Would you say you've grown closer since you re-awoke? NIGHT: Moon: I… guess? But I still hit him, and I promised myself that this version of me would never do that

ME: Solar: and you think he's upset with you?

NIGHT: Moon: Of course he is! Why wouldn't he be?!

ME: Solar: well, you kinda just ran before you could see what he'd say.

NIGHT: Moon: … Moon: That's because I'm a coward

ME: Solar: hm…didn't they say he was a coward, too?

NIGHT: Moon: Who?

ME: Solar: the old you. He ran from his problems too, didn't he?

NIGHT: Moon: That's part of why he made me. He had a lot of problems and regrets he couldn't face… If you're here to tell me that I'm doing the same thing right now, trust me, I'm well aware. I guess it's just another thing I have in common with the old me

ME: Solar: I don't think I'm here to tell you what you've already heard.

NIGHT: Moon: Then what are you here for?

ME: Solar: well? You don't want to be like him, right? And if he ran from his problems, what do you think you should do?

NIGHT: Moon: Yeah, I know… I just… (Sighs) I dunno… what if what happened is just the start? What if Sun and the others are wrong about me, and I just keep getting worse?

ME: Solar: everyone has highs and lows, Moon. And the lows can really suck sometimes. That's just how life is. But that's what family is for, yeah? To help pick you back up when you're down?

NIGHT: Moon: …You're right. Heh, even when you're dead you're right … (Tears up) God, I miss you

ME: Solar: (smiles) failing and making mistakes doesn't make you a bad person, Moon. It's how you respond that determines how things go.

NIGHT: Moon: I should probably get out of here, huh?

ME: Solar: they're probably out lookin' for ya right now

NIGHT: Moon: Yeah. I should- Sun: (From the entrance) Moon…? Are you here? Moon: Sun? (Looks over at Solar to see that he's vanished)

ME: Sun: (approaches, finds him staring at the mirror) …figured you'd come here

NIGHT: Moon: Actually, I set the portal to random … …Are you okay?

ME: Sun: (thinks for a moment). Not happy about being punched again, but…I'm fine. And…m-more worried about you, honestly.

NIGHT: Moon: I'm… better than I was earlier… Sun, I am so so sorry for hitting you. I don't think there are any words that can begin to tell you how sorry I am

ME: Sun: I know you're sorry. I do. But…Moon, this-- (sighs) This can't keep happening.

NIGHT: Moon: I know...

ME: Sun: Do you?

NIGHT: Moon: … Moon: The old me gave up his life so I could be the better version of him. I already told you what he told me: To protect our family no matter what. That's been my entire purpose since the moment I woke up, but lately it feels like no matter what I do, it's not enough. That I'm not enough. I keep thinking that if I was smarter like him, then Solar would still be alive, or if I did start killing anyone who was a threat - sure, it wouldn't be right, but you'd all at least be safe

…I'm terrified of becoming like the old Moon, Sun. That's the last thing I want, but KC's already dead, and if I can't keep our family safe, then that officially means the old Moon died for nothing! I know that's not an excuse, but I- I can't lose anyone else, Sun!

ME: Sun: we don't want to lose YOU, Moon! Why should protecting our family be only your responsibility?! Family protects each other, it's not supposed to be one person's burden! … The old Moon, he…I get he did what he did to keep me and everyone safe, but…it still hurt people. It still hurt me.

NIGHT: Moon: I know, and I'm sorry. … You're the most important person in my life, Sun. I love Lunar and Earth, but you're the one who keeps me going. It's your light and your strength that inspires me, and I want to protect that at all costs. I want to make sure nothing ever happens to you or the others, even if it means taking on that burden all by myself. I know it's not fair to you, or Lunar and Earth, but I… I don't think I know how to do it any other way. …But I'd like to learn

ME: Sun: (listens in silence, then after a moment he sighs) Moon. I know you mean well. But—I am not a child. I am not some delicate thing that needs protecting. I can handle myself. Earth can handle herself, we know that. Lunar…more or less. (sighs) But the fact is, our lives are not perfect. Things will happen whether we want them to or not. That’s just how life is. And if you’re so busy going around trying to protect US…then who is going to protect you?

NIGHT: Moon: (Ponders the question in silence) I've… never really considered that, to be honest. I didn't care what happened to me as long as you guys were okay. I can… see why that's a problem, now that I say it out loud… (Sighs) I really screwed up…

ME: Sun: yeah. You did. (he steps and engulfs Moon into a tight hug) but who hasn’t screwed up? I’ve made mistakes. Lunar, too. I’m sure even Earth has. But at the end of the day…we’re still a family, aren’t we? (he squeezes him) You’re a real idiot sometimes, Moon. But you’re still my brother, and you always will be.

NIGHT: Moon: (He hugs him back with his first genuine smile in a long time) Heh, thanks, Sun. I love you, brother

Unbeknownst to any of them, "Solar" is watching them as they leave the bunker. He smiles at the group before fading away…

--The end--

[agirlnamedelia]

Live and Unfiltered || Levi x Reader

Genre:Smut & Streamer AU Warnings: NSFW, Strong Language, Phone Sex, Exhibitionism, Teasing, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub Dynamics Pairing: Levi x FEM!Reader Synopsis: After being teased all day, Levi finally put matters into his own hands making you hold in a moan in front of his friends.

You had just walked through the door of your apartment, arms full of pastries from the local bakery. The delightful smell of fresh pastries filled the space as you carefully set the boxes on the kitchen counter. Levi was in the other room, deep into his streaming session. His voice, sharp and commanding, drifted from the streaming room where his fans were watching him play and chat.

You couldn’t help but smile at how focused he was. Levi’s streaming setup was quite impressive: dual monitors, high-quality microphone, and an elaborate backdrop. His fans loved his gruff demeanor and skillful gameplay, but you knew there was a softer side to him that only you got to see.

You took a quick glance at your phone to check if Levi had sent any messages. He had texted you earlier, asking you to pick up some pastries. As you pulled out your phone to text him back, you heard his voice rise above the chatter of his stream.

“Alright, team, let’s get this raid going,” Levi said, his tone intense but laced with a hint of amusement. “We’re gonna show them what we’re made of.”

You walked over to the streaming room, the pastries still warm and smelling heavenly. Levi’s door was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open gently. He glanced over at you, his eyes brightening with a hint of surprise.

“Perfect timing,” he said with a smirk. “You got the pastries?”

You nodded, setting the boxes down on a nearby table. “Yep. I brought the usual assortment. Figured you might need a break from gaming.”

Levi’s eyes lingered on the pastries for a moment before he turned back to his screen. “Thanks. I’ll dig in after this match. Try not to make too much noise, alright? I don’t want to distract the viewers.”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll try. But you know me—always making noise.”

Levi shot you a playful glare before returning his focus to the game. “Just don’t distract me too much. I’m in the zone.”

You walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a few pastries for yourself. As you munched on a flaky croissant, you could hear Levi’s voice rising and falling with the ebb and flow of his game. Occasionally, he would engage with his viewers, answering questions and bantering with them.

Despite his stern demeanor, you could tell he enjoyed the interaction. It was one of the reasons you loved watching him stream. It was a side of Levi that was different from the one he showed in private.

While you savored your pastries, you thought about how you might amuse yourself for a bit. Maybe you could take a few selfies to send to your group chat. It was a fun distraction, and Levi’s stream was the perfect background for some candid shots.

As you considered your next move, Levi’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Alright, everyone. Let’s take a quick break. I’m gonna grab a snack. Be right back.”

You smiled, knowing this was your chance. You walked over to the door of the streaming room and peered in. Levi was leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms as he prepared to take a break. You could tell he was relaxed, his usual intense focus momentarily paused.

This was your opportunity to have a little fun.

Quietly, you slipped out of the streaming room and made your way to your bedroom. Your mind was racing with anticipation, imagining the playful reaction Levi might have when he saw you in your new outfit. You pulled open your closet, carefully selecting the lacy lingerie you had picked out recently—a delicate black set with intricate floral patterns that you knew would accentuate your curves.

You took your time getting dressed, savoring every moment as you slipped into the silky fabric. The lace felt luxurious against your skin, and the way it hugged your body made you feel both sexy and confident. You checked yourself in the mirror, adjusting the straps and smoothing out the material to ensure everything looked perfect.

Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you walked over to the doorframe of the streaming room. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of Levi’s computer monitors, casting a faint light that danced across the room. You could see him in the dim light, his back turned as he rummaged through a snack drawer, completely unaware of your presence.

Carefully, you opened the door just a crack, making sure it was only slightly ajar so Levi wouldn’t spot you. You positioned yourself in the doorway, making sure the frame obscured most of your body from the camera’s view. You took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of excitement as you prepared to make your entrance.

From your vantage point, you could see Levi’s focused expression as he scanned through the chat messages, responding to his viewers with brief, witty comments. His concentration was intense, and you could tell he was deeply immersed in the stream. This made your little surprise all the more thrilling.

With a playful smirk, you placed your hand on the doorframe and leaned against it, letting the light catch the lace of your lingerie just enough to hint at what lay beneath. You could feel your pulse quicken as you caught a glimpse of Levi’s reaction in the dim lighting. He seemed to be engrossed in something on his screen, his eyes darting between different windows.

You carefully took out your phone and began snapping a few photos, trying to capture the moment without being too obvious. The camera on your phone clicked softly, and you made sure the angle was perfect, showcasing the lace and the way it accentuates your figure. You knew Levi loved surprises, and this one was sure to catch his attention.

As you continued to take pictures, you heard Levi’s voice rise in excitement. “Alright, folks, I’m back. Let’s get this show back on the road.” His tone was casual, but you could sense a note of eagerness in his voice.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his obliviousness. He was so focused on his stream that he hadn’t noticed the slight shift in the room’s atmosphere. You took a few more photos, making sure to capture every angle. You could already imagine the look on his face when he finally saw what you had been up to.

Just as you were about to take one final picture, you heard Levi’s voice call out, “Hey, if anyone’s got any more questions, now’s the time to ask!” He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head as he prepared to dive back into the game.

You knew it was time to make your exit. With a final, triumphant smile, you quietly closed the door and tiptoed back to the kitchen. You could hear Levi’s voice fading as he resumed his stream, completely unaware of the surprise you had just set up for him.

You took a moment to compose yourself, your heart still racing from the thrill of the prank. You pulled out your phone and sent a few of the photos you’d taken to your group chat. The responses were quick and enthusiastic, with your friends praising your daring choice and playfulness.

As you waited for Levi to finish his stream, you couldn’t help but imagine how he would react when he discovered the photos. The thought of him seeing you in that seductive lingerie, all set up for him, made your cheeks flush with anticipation.

You busied yourself with tidying up the kitchen, checking your phone periodically for any messages from Levi. You knew he would be finished with his stream soon, and you were eager to see his reaction to your little surprise.

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Levi’s stream had just gone on a brief intermission, giving you the perfect chance to indulge in a bit of playful mischief. After dressing up in the lacy lingerie you had recently bought, you were eager to see Levi’s reaction. The set was elegant yet provocative—black lace with intricate patterns that framed your curves enticingly.

You hurriedly slipped into the lingerie, admiring yourself in the mirror. The delicate fabric felt luxurious against your skin, making you feel both confident and alluring. With the addition of thigh-high stockings and a silk robe, you were ready to tease him a little.

Carefully, you walked back towards the streaming room. You could hear Levi’s voice coming from the other side of the door, his tones relaxed and conversational as he interacted with his viewers. The stream was paused, and this was your chance to have a bit of fun.

You positioned yourself by the slightly ajar door, making sure not to be seen by the camera. You could hear Levi’s voice growing closer as he prepared to get back into the game. Holding the robe open just enough to reveal a hint of the lingerie beneath, you peeked through the doorframe.

From your vantage point, you had a clear view of Levi in his chair. He was stretching and getting ready to resume his stream. The way he leaned back, oblivious to what was happening outside the door, made your pulse quicken. You took a deep breath and decided it was time to make your presence known.

With a playful smile, you slowly pushed the door open a bit more. Levi’s eyes were focused on his screen, and you made sure to stay just out of view from the camera. You swayed your hips slightly as you moved, letting the robe part just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of your outfit.

You heard Levi’s voice pause mid-sentence as he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. He looked up, his gaze shifting toward the door. His eyes widened in surprise as they fell on you, framed by the doorway, dressed in nothing but the seductive lingerie and the teasing robe.

“What the—” Levi’s voice trailed off as he stared at you, a mix of shock and intrigue etched on his face.

You gave him a teasing wink, leaning slightly against the doorframe. “Surprise,” you said, your voice soft and playful. “Thought I’d give you a little distraction.”

Levi blinked, clearly taken aback. His usual cool demeanor was replaced by a look of stunned amazement. “You’re unbelievable,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “What are you doing?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying to look innocent despite the mischievous glint in your eyes. “Just thought I’d brighten up your stream,” you said, your tone teasing. “You looked like you could use a break.”

Levi’s eyes roamed over you, taking in the provocative sight. The lace of your lingerie peeked through the open robe, and you could see the effect it was having on him. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and arousal.

“You’re really pushing your luck,” Levi said, his voice a low growl. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

You smiled, enjoying the effect you were having on him. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” you said, stepping a little closer to the doorframe. “But I thought you might enjoy it.”

Levi swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. “You’ve definitely managed to distract me,” he said, his voice softening. “But I need to get back to the stream. I can’t just leave everyone hanging.”

You pouted playfully, reluctant to end the teasing just yet. “Can’t you take a little more time?” you asked, your voice dripping with charm. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Levi’s eyes flickered with amusement, but he shook his head. “You’re incorrigible,” he said with a chuckle. “And now I’m going to have to work even harder to get my focus back.”

You giggled, stepping back slightly but still maintaining your teasing posture. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you get back to work,” you said with a wink. “But don’t think this is over. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Levi gave you one last lingering look before turning back to his screen. “You’re definitely going to pay for this,” he said, his voice low but teasing. “You’ve earned yourself a little extra attention later.”

You smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement at his words. As you quietly closed the door, you could hear Levi’s voice shift back into his streaming persona, the chat buzzing with renewed energy. You knew that this was just the beginning of your playful interactions, and you were already looking forward to the next round.

The mood in the streaming room was charged, a palpable mix of tension and anticipation. Levi, visibly frazzled from your earlier teasing, was trying to compose himself as you approached him. The playful game had stirred both of you up, and the air between you was electric. Just as Levi was about to address you, his phone buzzed with an incoming call, interrupting the moment.

He glanced at the screen and groaned, recognizing the caller ID. It was his friend group, and they were supposed to discuss their plans for the next event. Levi hesitated, clearly torn between handling the call and addressing you. You could see the frustration in his eyes as he reluctantly answered.

“Hey, what’s up?” Levi said, his tone a mix of irritation and resignation.

“Levi! We were just trying to figure out what to do for the next stream,” came the voice of one of his friends. “We need to discuss the schedule and some ideas for new content.”

Levi sighed, clearly distracted. “Alright, give me a minute.” He shot you a frustrated look, signaling that he’d be occupied for a short while. You could see that the call was important, but you also noticed the way his gaze lingered on you, betraying his thoughts of the earlier teasing.

While Levi spoke to his friends, you decided to stay close, your body pressed lightly against his. The proximity and the way Levi’s hand rested on your lower back hinted at his inner struggle to stay focused on the conversation. You could feel his hand occasionally brushing against your thighs, sending shivers up your spine.

You were acutely aware of Levi’s growing tension. As he spoke animatedly into the phone, his grip on your waist tightened. His fingers brushed the edge of your thigh, dangerously close to your inner regions. Every so often, his touch lingered, making it difficult for you to ignore the heat building between your legs.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Levi said into the phone, his voice tight with suppressed desire. He shifted slightly in his chair, inadvertently pressing his body closer to yours. His hand slid lower, his fingers lightly squeezing your ass, making your breath catch.

“Levi, are you even listening?” came another voice from the call, clearly noticing his distracted demeanor.

Levi’s eyes flickered with frustration. “Yeah, just—” His voice trailed off as his hand inadvertently brushed against the fabric of your lingerie. The contact was fleeting but intense, making you gasp softly.

You could see Levi’s resolve wavering. His friends continued to chatter on the call, discussing various ideas and schedules, but Levi’s attention was clearly divided. His hand, now more deliberate, slid slowly from your waist to your thighs. His fingers brushed teasingly close to the edge of your panties, sending waves of heat through you.

“You’re really pushing it today,” Levi muttered under his breath, more to himself than to his friends. His gaze was fixed on you, his eyes dark with barely contained desire. You could feel his fingers pressing slightly, teasing the sensitive skin near your inner thighs.

“You need to focus, Levi,” one of his friends said sharply, clearly annoyed at his distraction.

Levi nodded absently, his attention split between the conversation on the phone and the escalating arousal he was experiencing. “Yeah, I’ll get on it,” he said, his voice strained. His fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey, brushing against your panties with tantalizing regularity.

You leaned closer to him, your breath warm against his ear. “It’s not easy to focus when you have such distractions,” you whispered, your voice husky and teasing. The effect of your words was immediate; Levi’s grip tightened momentarily, his fingers pressing more firmly against you.

Levi’s knuckles whitened as he tried to maintain his composure. “I can’t do this right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “I need to finish this call.”

You chuckled softly, enjoying the way your teasing was affecting him. “Sure thing,” you said, stepping back slightly but still within his reach. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

Levi’s friends on the call continued to discuss various topics, oblivious to the intense interaction happening in the streaming room. Levi’s frustration was palpable as he tried to redirect his focus back to the conversation, but his touch on you remained, dangerously close to crossing the line.

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk to you guys later,” Levi finally said, ending the call abruptly. He glanced at you, his eyes smoldering with a mix of irritation and desire. “Now, where were we?”

You smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction at having pushed him to this point. “I’m all ears,” you said, your voice soft and inviting. “What’s next on the agenda?”

Levi stood up from his chair, his movements deliberate and controlled despite the evident tension in his body. He reached for you, his hand sliding from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer. The closeness of his body and the intensity of his touch made your heart race, and you could feel the heat between you growing.

His lips were just inches from yours as he looked into your eyes. “You’ve been a real handful today,” he said, his voice low and filled with unspoken promise. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Levi's phone buzzed just as the tension between you reached its peak. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening with annoyance. It was his friend group, calling to discuss plans for their next stream collaboration. You could see the conflict in his eyes—torn between dealing with the call and continuing the charged moment with you.

“Just great,” Levi muttered under his breath as he picked up the call. “Yeah, what’s up?” he answered, his voice a mix of irritation and restraint.

On the other end of the line, the familiar voice of one of his friends filled the room. “Levi, we need to finalize the details for the next stream. We’ve got to talk about the schedule and ideas.”

Levi's grip on your waist tightened, and he guided you to sit on his lap. The sudden closeness made your breath hitch as you settled onto him, feeling the hard press of his body beneath you. His hands rested firmly on your hips, holding you in place as he listened to his friends’ chatter.

“Uh-huh,” Levi responded distractedly, his attention clearly split between the conversation and the way your body pressed against his. He shifted slightly beneath you, the motion sending a wave of heat through your core. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with barely restrained desire.

You could feel Levi's growing tension, his body rigid beneath yours as he struggled to maintain focus on the call. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs, brushing the sensitive skin just below the hem of your skirt. The contact was light but deliberate, teasing in a way that made it difficult for you to stay still.

“Yeah, I hear you,” Levi muttered into the phone, his voice strained. His hand slid up your thigh, fingers grazing the edge of your panties, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. He was teasing you, deliberately prolonging the contact to keep you on edge.

Levi's friends continued to talk, oblivious to the tension building in the room. You could see Levi's jaw clench as he tried to concentrate on their words, but his fingers continued their slow, torturous journey along your thigh.

Without warning, Levi’s hand slipped between your thighs, fingers pressing against your clothed heat. You gasped softly, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Levi’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched your reaction.

“Levi, are you even listening?” one of his friends snapped, clearly frustrated by his distracted responses.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Levi replied, but his voice was distant. His hand remained between your thighs, his fingers tracing slow circles over the thin fabric of your panties. The pressure was light, teasing, making you squirm in his lap.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as Levi’s fingers pressed more firmly against you. The friction was maddening, building the tension inside you to an almost unbearable level. Levi’s eyes were locked onto yours, dark and filled with unspoken promise.

“You’re really testing my patience,” Levi muttered under his breath, his voice low enough that only you could hear. He adjusted his grip on your waist, holding you in place as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing your slick entrance.

The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as Levi’s fingers brushed against your sensitive folds. His smirk widened as he felt your body respond to his touch, his fingers slowly plunging into you, filling you with a delicious pressure.

Levi’s pace was agonizingly slow at first, each movement calculated to drive you wild with need. He watched your expression intently, reveling in the way your body tensed and relaxed with each thrust of his fingers. You could hear his friends still talking on the phone, their voices a distant background noise as Levi continued to tease you.

“You need to behave,” Levi whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he plunged his fingers deeper inside you, the slow pace making you ache for more. “We’re not done yet.”

You could barely focus on his words, your mind clouded with desire as his fingers moved inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that made you desperate for more. You tried to move your hips, to urge him to go faster, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place.

“Be patient,” Levi murmured, his voice rough with barely contained desire. “You’ll get what you want.”

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Levi suddenly changed the pace, plunging his fingers into you with a sudden intensity that made you cry out in pleasure. The sharp contrast between the slow, teasing motions and the sudden, fast thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, making your entire body tremble in his lap.

Levi’s friends were still talking, completely unaware of what was happening on Levi's end. Levi’s grip on your waist was almost bruising as he kept you in place, his fingers working you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Levi, we need to wrap this up,” one of his friends finally said, oblivious to the way Levi’s fingers were driving you wild. “Can we count on you for the next stream?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Levi replied, his voice tight as he fought to keep his composure. He ended the call abruptly, tossing his phone aside without a second thought. His attention was fully on you now, and you could see the fire in his eyes as he looked down at you, still perched on his lap.

“Now, let’s finish what we started,” Levi growled, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers plunged into you again, fast and relentless, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You clung to him, your breath coming in short gasps as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Levi’s mouth found yours, his kiss fierce and demanding as his fingers continued their merciless pace. The tension inside you built to a fever pitch, and you knew you were close, so close to falling over the edge.

“Come for me,” Levi whispered against your lips, his voice rough with need. His fingers thrust into you one final time, hitting that perfect spot that sent you spiraling into bliss. You cried out his name, your body shuddering with the force of your release as Levi held you close, his fingers never stopping until you were completely spent.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you, Levi finally pulled his fingers from you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He lifted you off his lap, turning you to face him as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your flushed cheeks.

“Good girl,” Levi murmured, his voice filled with pride and affection. “But don’t think for a second that we’re done.”

After the call, Levi didn’t waste a second. His intense gaze followed you as you adjusted your position on his lap, your breathing still ragged from the way he had teased and played with you. The lingering effects of your climax had left you sensitive, your body hyper-aware of every touch.

Levi’s fingers, which had just been inside you, now traced a path along your thighs, drawing out the tension that was still coiled tight within you. His eyes, dark and unreadable, met yours as he leaned back slightly in the chair, the leather creaking beneath his weight.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” His voice was low and gruff, his words a mixture of admonishment and admiration.

You couldn’t help the small, mischievous smile that played on your lips. “Maybe,” you teased back, still breathless. “But you seem to like it.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk at your response. His hands, strong and sure, slid under your skirt again, brushing against the lacy fabric of your lingerie that still clung to your skin. He let out a low growl, the sound sending a thrill through you.

“Careful what you wish for, Y/n,” Levi warned, his voice a dangerous whisper. He tugged at the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. “Because I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me.”

Before you could respond, Levi’s hands moved to your waist, guiding you to stand up briefly. The cool air against your flushed skin made you shiver as he shifted his position, pulling you back down onto his lap, but this time with your legs spread on either side of his hips. The new angle brought you even closer, your bodies pressed tightly together.

You gasped as you felt the firm press of Levi’s arousal against you, the fabric of his pants doing little to hide the hardness beneath. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you down even more until you were completely seated on him, the pressure making you whimper with need.

“Fuck, Levi,” you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. The heat between your legs was unbearable, your body aching for more. You wanted him, needed him, and the way he was looking at you made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Levi’s smirk widened at your reaction, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hips as he held you in place. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, his eyes raking over your body with a mixture of lust and possessiveness. “So needy and desperate for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body instinctively leaning into him, seeking out more of the delicious friction that was driving you crazy. But Levi, ever the tease, wasn’t about to give you what you wanted so easily.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice firm as he shifted you slightly on his lap. One hand moved to your thigh, pushing it to the side to open you up even more, while the other hand slid beneath your panties, his fingers teasingly close to your entrance.

You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but it was impossible with the way he was touching you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, your senses heightened by the anticipation of what was to come. You wanted him to plunge his fingers into you, to fill you up and take you right there in the chair, but Levi was taking his time, savoring the way you were squirming in his lap.

“Levi, please,” you whimpered, unable to hold back the desperation in your voice. The slow, teasing pace was driving you insane, your body aching for more of his touch. You tried to move your hips, to grind down against him, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place.

“You don’t get to decide the pace,” Levi growled, his voice low and commanding. His fingers slid along your folds, gathering your slick arousal before plunging into you without warning.

You cried out, your body arching against him as the sudden intrusion sent a shock of pleasure through you. Levi’s fingers were thick and skilled, plunging deep inside you with a slow, deliberate pace that made you see stars. He watched your reaction with dark satisfaction, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued to work you with his hand.

“That’s it,” Levi murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper as he increased the pace slightly. “I want to hear you, Y/n. Let me know how much you need this.”

You couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from your lips as Levi’s fingers plunged deeper into you, his thumb brushing over your clit with just enough pressure to drive you wild. Your hips bucked against his hand, your body desperate for more of the intense pleasure he was giving you.

Levi leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “Do you like this, Y/n?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. “Do you like the way I’m making you feel?”

“Yes, Levi,” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, the pace quickening with each thrust. The sound of your wetness filled the room, the obscene noise only adding to the intensity of the moment.

Levi’s free hand moved to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there as he continued to work you with his fingers. The pressure was almost too much, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost unbearable. You could feel your orgasm building, the familiar tightness in your lower belly telling you that you were close.

But Levi, ever the tease, suddenly slowed down, his fingers barely moving inside you as he pulled back just enough to keep you on edge. You whined in frustration, your body trembling with the need for release, but Levi wasn’t about to let you come just yet.

“Not so fast,” Levi whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to get more of the pleasure you were craving, but Levi held you firmly in place, his fingers still moving agonizingly slow inside you.

“You’re mine, Y/n,” Levi growled, his voice filled with possessiveness as he plunged his fingers into you again, this time harder and faster. The sudden change in pace made you cry out in pleasure, your body jerking against him as he worked you with relentless precision.

Your mind was a blur of sensation, the pleasure almost too much to handle as Levi’s fingers continued their merciless assault on your senses. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Y/n,” Levi commanded, his voice rough and demanding as he plunged his fingers deep inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.”

That was all it took. With a final cry of his name, you came hard, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm as Levi held you close, his fingers still moving inside you to prolong your release. The pleasure was overwhelming, your mind completely consumed by the sensation of Levi’s fingers filling you up, pushing you over the edge again and again.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Levi slowly withdrew his fingers from you, his hands moving to gently stroke your thighs as you came down from your high. You were completely spent, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm as you slumped against him, your breath coming in short gasps.

Levi’s hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks as he looked into your eyes, his expression softening. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride and affection. “You did so well.”

You smiled weakly, still dazed from the intensity of the moment. On the other hand, Levi’s dark eyes drank you in, taking in your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, and the desperate look in your eyes. The way you were trembling in his grasp, the neediness radiating off of you, only fueled the fire burning inside him. His lips curled into a smirk, one that promised all sorts of delicious torment before he finally gave you what you were begging for.

“But you’ve been such a brat,” Levi murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. “Teasing me all day, knowing exactly what it would do to me. Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?”

Your breath hitched at his words, your body quivering with the need to be filled, to have him buried deep inside you. “Levi,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to grind your hips against him, but his grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place. “Please, I need you.”

Levi’s eyes darkened at your plea, his hands sliding down to your hips as he shifted beneath you, his arousal pressing against your core. The feeling of him so close, so hard, made you moan in anticipation, your body aching for him to finally take you.

“Say it again,” Levi growled, his voice rough as he slowly began to guide you down onto him, the tip of his cock brushing against your slick entrance. “Beg me for it.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your entire body trembling with need as you felt him tease you with shallow thrusts, his cock barely inside you. The sensation was maddening, every nerve in your body on fire as you tried to push down onto him, but Levi held you just out of reach, making you whimper in frustration.

“Please, Levi,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper as you clung to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt. “I need you inside me. Please, fuck me.”

Levi’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he slowly began to push into you, the thick head of his cock stretching you open inch by inch. The feeling of him filling you up was intense, your walls clenching around him as he buried himself deeper inside you, making you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned, his voice rough with desire as he held you close, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re so tight.”

You whimpered in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you adjusted to the sensation of him inside you. The fullness was almost too much, the pleasure building inside you with each passing second as Levi continued to push deeper, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way.

“Levi,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking with the need for more. “Please, move. I need more.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk as he pulled back slightly, his hands guiding your hips up before slowly lowering you back down onto him. The slow, deliberate pace drove you wild, every inch of his cock dragging against your inner walls as he filled you up completely. The sensation was overwhelming, your body quivering with pleasure as Levi began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled, making you feel every inch of him.

“Is this what you wanted?” Levi murmured, his voice low and teasing as he continued to fuck you at a torturously slow pace. “To be filled up like this?”

You moaned in response, your head falling back as you lost yourself in the pleasure. The feeling of Levi’s cock inside you, the way he was stretching you open with each slow thrust, was driving you insane. You needed more, needed him to fuck you harder, faster, to push you over the edge.

“Please, Levi,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to move your hips, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place. “Faster. I need you to fuck me harder.”

Levi’s eyes darkened at your plea, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Such a needy little thing,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he finally gave in to your pleas.

Without warning, Levi’s hips snapped up, burying himself deep inside you with a powerful thrust that made you cry out in pleasure. The sudden change in pace sent a shock of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him as he began to fuck you in earnest, his thrusts hard and fast.

“Is this what you wanted?” Levi growled, his voice filled with satisfaction as he pounded into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars. “To be fucked like this?”

You couldn’t answer, your voice lost to the moans and cries of pleasure that spilled from your lips as Levi continued to fuck you with a relentless intensity. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, the obscene noise only adding to the intensity of the moment.

“Levi,” you moaned, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking with the force of his thrusts. “I’m so close.”

Levi’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at your words, his pace quickening as he drove into you with a force that made your entire body quiver. The pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of his cock filling you up, hitting that perfect spot over and over again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” Levi growled, his voice rough with desire as he continued to fuck you with a brutal pace, his grip on your hips almost painful as he drove you toward your release. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words sent you over the edge, your entire body tensing as your orgasm crashed over you with a force that left you breathless. Your walls clenched around Levi’s cock, milking him as waves of pleasure washed over you, your vision going white as you cried out his name.

Levi groaned at the feeling of you coming around him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. The sensation of your tight walls squeezing him pushed him over the edge, his hips snapping up one last time as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came.

The feeling of Levi’s release filling you up sent another wave of pleasure through your body, leaving you trembling in his arms as you both rode out your orgasms. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex as Levi held you close, his hands still gripping your waist as he slowly came down from his high.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths as you clung to each other, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of your intense release. Then, slowly, Levi loosened his grip on your hips, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

“You did so well,” Levi murmured against your lips, his voice soft and filled with affection as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Such a good girl.”

You smiled at his praise, your heart swelling with warmth as you melted into his embrace, your body still humming with the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. Levi’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he leaned back in the chair, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“We should do this more often,” Levi whispered, his voice laced with amusement as he nuzzled into your neck, his hands gently stroking your back.

You chuckled softly, the sound filled with contentment as you snuggled into his chest, your eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself relax in his arms. “I wouldn’t mind that,” you murmured, your voice filled with sleepy satisfaction as you pressed a kiss to his chest. “Not one bit.”

Levi’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Good, because I’m not letting you go.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while longer, the warmth of each other’s embrace lulling you into a state of blissful contentment. Eventually, Levi gently lifted you off his lap, carefully setting you down on the couch as he stood up, pulling his pants back up.

“You should get some rest,” Levi said softly, his voice filled with tenderness as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll clean up and join you in bed soon.”

You nodded sleepily, a small smile on your lips as you watched Levi tidy up the room, his movements efficient and careful as he made sure everything was in order. As he finished, he glanced back at you, his eyes softening as he saw you starting to drift off to sleep.

With one last look, Levi walked over to you, scooping you up in his arms as he carried you to the bedroom. The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you further into sleep, your body completely relaxed as Levi gently laid you down on the bed.

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could've been * fem!driver au

where logan decided to make a move on her after her confession instead of ignoring his feelings and eventually getting over it

notes: I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST OF THE LOGAN X FEMDRIVER I'M SORRY THEY HAVE CONSUMED MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT

this is a one-off fic im sorry i'll be back to regularly scheduled fem!driver content huhuhuhu

(series masterlist)

-> bahrain, 2023

a knock makes her look up from her phone before the door is pushed open. "logan," she smiles widely, scrambling to get up her beanbag seat as she jumps over to him. "you managed to get away from alex without him asking where you're going?"

"barely," logan answers tiredly. "he's taking on that big brother role very seriously."

she laughs before reaching out to close the door behind him. "you look so pretty," logan grins, arms wrapping around her as she approaches him. "purple is your colour."

"blue has always been yours," she smiles up at him, grabbing the material of his race suit as she pulls him into her, "but do you know where i prefer your race suits?"

logan hums in response, tilting his head as he willingly leans into her. "on the ground," she whispers before their lips meet.

lost in their kiss, they don't even hear the doorknob to her driver's room open. there, oscar and sebastian stand with scowls on their faces as they're greeted by the sight.

"you've got to be more discreet if you don't want anybody finding out about your relationship," oscar scowls, walking into the room as he sips on his water bottle.

"hater," she mutters with a roll of her eyes, pulling away from logan. "god forbid i kiss my boyfriend in the comfort of my own driver's room?"

"we wouldn't be here asking you guys to cut it out if james hadn't asked us to confirm again your involvement with one another as we walked here," sebastian sighs, shaking his head. he looks at his driver, hands on his hips as he shoots her a disapproving look. "you've got to be more careful."

"okay, i'm sorry," she sighs, shrugging her shoulders.

"i don't get it," oscar frowns. "people are clearly okay with you guys being mega best friends or something. why not just tell everyone you're dating?"

"it was already a struggle for me to get into f1. imagine what people would say if they find out i'm shagging another driver?"

"ew, i don't need that picture in my head," oscar sighs, taking a seat on her beanbag. he looks at logan with a scowl. "what are you even doing in her driver's room? don't you have a team to be with?"

logan shrugs with a giddy smile. he leans on the table. "i'm on lunch break. nobody's gonna question me coming to see her - i've been doing that since we were in f4. everyone knows that."

"yeah, but they're not stupid," oscar rolls his eyes, "you guys have been more touchy since f2."

"okay, enough with the debate. we'll be more careful and private," she says, hands in the air to cut the conversation short. "we're new to the sport, anyway. i guess we've really got to watch it if even james is asking."

logan shrugs. "fine, we'll be more careful."

sebastian claps after a moment of silence, before pointing at the door. "alright, gentleman. we've got a team meeting in like 5 minutes," he sighs. "i'm afraid i'll have to chase you away so i can be alone with my driver."

"aw, no goodbye kiss?" logan frowns, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of her as sebastian forces him out of the room.

"no."

"not even a small one?" she teases, pouting her bottom lip out at sebastian as he successfully pushes logan out of the room.

sebastian sighs, closing the door as logan looks in to wave goodbye to her. "kid. you can handle being away from your boyfriend for like 30 minutes."

she smiles, shaking her head. "i know. i was just playing around."

"how you guys manage to hide your relationship for almost 2 years acting the way you do," sebastian mutters, "will always be a mystery to me."

"you'd be surprised how much people buy into the lie that we're just best friends because oscar is always with us," she smiles. "i guess it's kinda absurd to date someone you fight on the track with every other weekend."

sebastian raises an eyebrow. "you've never fought about that? really?"

she presses her lips together, deep in thought. "surprisingly, no. we're actually very good at drawing a line between us and whatever happens when we're in the car."

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[stusbunker]

Spotless: Tronco

Chapter Thirty Two

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Both bands, staff, and Gibson

Word Count: ~2475

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, still unbeta'd, rockstars, Emma is a Red Herring don't worry there, uncle-ness and a big decision

Series Masterlist

“SAN DIEGO! You’ve been amazing!” Dean professed into the mic, breathing heavily and sweating from effort. “We’re gonna do a couple more for y’all tonight— since you’ve gone and made us feel so welcome. We gotta show that love right back to ya--- Sound good?”

The crowd erupted.

Dean grinned. God, it was so easy up there, so freeing. He looked around to see the pride and amusement shining back at him in his team’s eyes. His family. His band. 

Sam smirked and rode a note down his A string. 

“Sammy’s ready!” Dean teased, playing to the crowd. “Kev-o?!”

Kevin started on the high notes, tinkling them like fairy bells then crashed down into the basement, thundering into a paralleling rattle. 

“Oh, I’d say he’s ready. PAMMY! Let’s hear it, girl!” Dean bellowed, barely remembering to use the mic.

She kicked the bass drum, setting the beat, pulsing as she pushed it faster, the heartbeat of the night. 

Lee answered with a wail.

Dean wagged a finger at him comically and gestured back to the kit, as if to say ‘it’s the lady’s turn.’

Lee shrugged and held up his hands.

The crowd ate it all up.

Then the cymbals crashed and Pam arrived, bass still pumping in everyone’s ears, high hat and snare collided and her sticks ricocheted across the set like an avalanche. It was times like this that Dean could have sworn she had more than two arms. Her instincts always bordered on precognition, but when she was left to her own devices, she soared.

“PAMELA! FUCKING! BARNES!” Dean bellowed.

And the audience lost whatever ounce of voice they had left. It was sheer pandemonium.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh, the amount of joyous energy had to go somewhere. She just kept going. “GOD, WOMAN, OKAY! We hear YOU!” 

Lee cackled and shook his head at Dean, it was his funeral.

It didn’t matter, up there, they were all invincible.

“Well, I guess she’s ready, Lee? Buddy? Should we join her?”

Lee didn’t say a word, instead he tied a fresh bandana around his head and waited for Dean to start the opening riff for ‘The Sword’ from their second album, then flew above him on an ominous chord.

Pamela dropped the beat, silence rang out for a single moment. On cue they all jumped in place and crashed back into the fan favorite song. 

The crowd sang along and Dean couldn’t hear himself a single bit, but he also couldn’t care less. This was it. 

This was rock’n’roll.

And he was a fucking star.

They all were.

The hotel in San Diego was fantastic, but staying in one place for too long was dangerous. Fans started clocking them and it wasn’t too far of a drive for Paps to be on the prowl. They kept the tour buses at the venue and got cars back to the hotel after the trip down, it just wasn’t practical to drive around town in those gas guzzlers.

But they had a full week to kill before they were due to take on Vegas.

So they improvised. Sam called ahead and rented a restaurant on the older edge of town, somewhere that wouldn’t draw attention. Someplace normal people went on payday or special occasions, not a random Thursday in March.

Their hostess guided them to a small banquet room with its own private bar, clearly confused on who they were and why they were suddenly closed for a private party. The staff hadn’t gotten much warning, but Dean knew Sam made sure everyone scheduled would be making more in tips than they had averaged since probably the holidays. 

That’s the way they did things, they took care of the people who took care of them.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Uh, we’ve still got a dozen or so more people showing up and we’ll need one kids’ menu if you’d be so kind,” Dean explained as he took in the room and the simple layout of round tables of eight.

“Of course, anything else you need right now?” She seemed like a good kid, probably a college student, with bright eyes and long, light brown hair.

“Not at the moment, but I’ll let you know—?”

“Emma.” She smiled, moved the extra menus she was holding, and held out her hand for him to shake.

“Emma, of course. Thanks. I’m Dean. I’m the brother of the idiot paying for this whole thing.”

“Well, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back when the others arrive.”

Dean grinned and turned back to the first carful of folks, which had also held Sam, Donna, Nancy, Bobby and Annie. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, everybody trickled in. Dean tried not to flinch when Victor and you came in together, but Jody and Kevin were so tight on your heels that Dean could tell you were all in a shared conversation. You hadn’t been alone with him on purpose, probably.

Gibson rushed in, hair slicked back and new bracelets from the merch stand proudly thrust out for Dean to comment on.

“Alright buddy! Bad ass! Here, you’re next to me for dinner.”

Dean fist bumped him and pulled out his chair, where the four-pack of crayons and outlined placemat-style menu waited.

“You get any sleep last night?” Dean asked after seeing Pamela drop like a brick into the seat on the other side of Gibson.

“A little,” Gibson said offhandedly as he ripped into his art supplies.

Pamela shook her head. “He had to tell me all about the show— in detail— the entire ride back to the hotel. Then he was hungry.”

“Well, you’ll sleep in tomorrow. Me too, if I’m lucky. Then again I’ve got nothing planned until we head out for Vegas. You guys?”

“Probably get to an aquarium at some point, if nothing else catches his eye,” Pamela said. “No solid plans, except I’m taking a day for myself tomorrow. So if you want to hang with your awesome nephew, call Lee.”

Dean chuckled and went to ruffle Gibson’s hair, but caught himself once he remembered all the product and care put into the ‘do. “I can do that.”

Everyone slowly got situated, taking up three of the tables closest to the bar. Each table had two servers at their disposal, adding to the seamlessness of the process. The food was amazing, Dean couldn’t remember when he last had a steak so well cooked outside of Bobby’s backyard.

Gibson picked at his food, carefully wiping off his hands between each bite so as not to sully his masterpiece.

Dean’s family talked around them, Donna and Benny seemed to be hitting it off across the table, discussing their favorite places to visit in New Orleans. Benny promised to show her where to get the real gumbo and she made him pinky promise not to forget. Bobby, Cesar and Kevin were laughing at the table on Dean’s right, while Annie and Trouble were sneaking pictures of the trio. Probably for blackmail later, Bobby did look a little tipsy after all.

Patience stood behind Lee massaging his scalp, it was unclear if this was a relaxation technique, a haircare discussion, or a potential mindmeld. With the two of them, nothing would surprise Dean anymore. The servers were bringing out a dessert cart and Dean leaned down to whisper to Gibson that he better finish his broccoli pronto.

Which the kid actually did without complaint, though sugar was always a good motivator.

The group grew more casual, standing and playing musical chairs when someone got up to grab drinks, or find the restroom. It was an easy night out with just the bands and their support staff, nights like that would grow further apart the longer the tour went on. After living in each other’s pockets for the next few months, they’d get sick of everyone else’s faces soon enough. But it was still early days and they were all still getting to know one another. 

Nancy plopped down on the seat Pamela had vacated without so much as introducing herself to Gibson.

“Hey! Can I color too?”

Gibson didn’t even look up, he only nodded and said, “you gotta find your own paper, though.”

Dean smirked. “Trouble’s probably got a legal pad or something, if you want. Or I’m sure the hostess could grab you a menu too.”

He liked Nancy, there was something innocent about her that made him instantly equal parts protective and endeared. Kinda like when he first met Charlie, though he learned quickly that the redhead was far from innocent, just earnestly nerdy. Speaking of Charlie, Dean quickly glanced around the room, he hadn’t clocked where she was during dinner, he was too involved with his plate.

Nancy didn’t get up, she just pulled a little notepad out of her bag and commandeered the blue crayon that Gibson had set down.

Dean leaned back and continued to take in the room and all the good energy while he looked for his best friend to harass. Eventually he spotted her, chatting up the bartender and decided he was too comfortable to go and mess with her just yet. A swaying blob in the corner caught his eye, and all too late Dean realized the instrumental music playing in the background. It was Pam and Lee getting cozy in their own little world, their song playing over all the comfortable chaos.

Something inside Dean ached.

He didn’t want to come off judgemental, both Lee and Pamela had gotten their share of rants about their relationship from Dean over the years. But he also couldn’t look away. Here were two people so in love, that they found their way back together time and time again. He swallowed when he realized he was tearing up and cleared his throat.

“I’m gonna get some air,” Dean muttered as he left Gibson with Nancy and beelined to the restaurant proper, empty as it was.

He rubbed his face and tried to clear his thoughts. Something had been building inside of him this past week, and even though you still hadn’t given him a finish line, a reasonable hurdle to clear before calling this thing with Bela off, Dean knew he had to end it. It wasn’t helping anymore, in fact, it only seemed to stack more worry onto his plate.

Besides, at the end of the day, he didn’t want to be posting selfies with all the right hashtags with her. He wanted to be having a drink and a laugh with you, or doing literally anything else with you.

He pulled out his phone and dialed before he could guilt himself out of it.

She answered on the third ring.

“Dean, hi! Let me guess, she told you to tell me to shove it?” Bela said breezily.

Confused by the greeting, Dean fumbled. “Uh— no? I’m calling for me.”

“Are you now? And Y/N didn’t tell you I’ve been a bitch and that you shouldn’t play with me anymore.”

“No. But, actually, that is kind of why I’m calling. How do you feel about having an amicable break up?”

Bela hummed. “Are you sure you aren’t just trying to get her out of taking my calls?”

“What?! No. Look, you guys can work out your own shit. I have no idea why she’s ignoring you or if you were actually being a bitch or anything. I just need out. For me.”

There was a menacing patch of silence. “I see.”

“Oh don’t be like that, we’ve had a good run. You’ve even gotten more flashy names on the guest lists for any foreseeable fundraiser between all the suits you charmed and their significant others.”

“That is a good point. But, Dean, this was all about your image. What happens to that if you break my heart?”

“You’ll survive.”

Bela laughed. “Thrive, you mean. I know. But what is worth all the runaround this is gonna cause? Especially while on tour?”

Dean hadn’t thought she’d need a reason. They weren’t invested in one another emotionally. His brain spun its tires trying to come up with something other than the truth.

“Is there somebody else?”

Dean huffed. “Technically, you’d be the somebody else.”

Bela decided it was best to start toying with him. “Now I know it can’t be the drummer and the redhead’s like a sister to you— so that means—”

Dean groaned. “Shut up, like you didn’t already have some sort of idea.”

“Oh, no, Dean, you wear your heart on your sleeve quite nicely. But Y/N on the other hand is much harder to read.”

Dean felt his steak threaten to make a comeback. 

“She hasn’t said anything about me?”

“Oh, she’s said plenty. But nothing that tells me anything you want to hear at the moment.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re certainly welcome. See the truth comes out eventually and I think this little nugget of information could settle whatever it is that has Y/N firmly in the avoidance zone.”

Dean felt the icy chill of panic drag down his back. “You can’t tell her— I should be the one— I need to see her face when she hears it— from me.”

Bela tisked. “Dean, I’m not gonna ruin the surprise. I mean the break up. I want to tell her. Hell, I’ll even take the blame if you’d like. But all the sentiments and grand gestures are in your hands. I promise.”

Dean exhaled. “That sounds fair. What am I missing here? Why does this feel too easy?”

Bela hummed with mirth. “Because what we’re doing is easy. But in practice—”

“We’re just giving Trouble more work to do! FUCK!” Dean kicked himself for the late realization. “You sure you’re good to pile this on her, too? Especially while she’s all catty with you?”

“Dean— we’ve been friends since college. We lived together for like two and a half years. Y/N and I have come back from far worse than me calling you a manchild who used her as an errand girl.”

“Ouch!”

“There was the time she ruined my Louboutins on spring break.”

“Not exactly the same thing here.”

“Probably not, but still, we’ll be okay. Just gotta let each other breathe a bit. Plus, we are missing like twenty brunches while you whisk her away all summer.”

“I’m not doing shit— it’s the job.”

“Well, maybe, you should think about the whisking and the wooing, then?”

Dean sighed and turned back toward the banquet hall. “Yeah, maybe. We’ll see if this puts me in the doghouse first.”

“I’ll save you some room on the rug if it comes to that.”

“Thanks, Bela. For everything.”

“You too, Dean. Never contact me again.”

Dean laughed at that. “Deal. Be good.”

He could still hear the smirk in her voice. “Ta-ta!”

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Chapter 33: Stronello

[ivysangel]

in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter 11: Light Switch

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader(slow burn)

Warnings: Reader has a Penis

Previous Chapter. Next Chapter

You were in the middle of cleaning the house with Finley when your phone rang. 

“Papa look, I sweep too!” Finley beamed, shaking her little behind to the music.

“Great job Fin!” You smiled reaching for your phone pausing the music.

“Hello?” You answered without noticing the number.

“Yes hello, is this Mx. Y/L/N?”

“Yes this is Y/N.”

“Would you and Mrs. Y/L/N come to Beth’s school? This is Maria Hill the principal. I currently have Beth in my office.”

“Oh what happened?” You say rushing to the room to change your clothes.

“Well it seems Beth was in a fight with another student.”

“I will be right there, my wife Quinn may be a little late because she works in the city.”

“That's understandable, please come in when you can.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You quickly called Quinn letting her know what was wrong before finishing getting ready. You helped Finley get ready, grabbing her go bag to take her to Wanda’s. 

“No not Wandy’s, papa! Natty.” FIn whined.

“Crap.” You whispered remembering Wanda and the family recently went to London to visit Vis’s family. You turned towards Natasha’s place and cringed. 

It’s been a couple weeks since your birthday. You hadn’t really spoken with Natasha since that night, and to be honest you were so nervous about it. You almost kissed her and she definitely would have kissed you back. Truthfully you were embarrassed you just hoped it could be swept under the rug. You knocked on her door biting your lip. Your stomach was fluttering.

The door opened revealing a beaming Natasha. 

“Y/N hey!” 

“Natty!” Finley squealed, making grabby hands at the Russian beauty.

“Well hello cutie pie.” She smiled down at your daughter.

“Natty pretty.” Finley cooed as Natasha brought your daughter in her arms.

“Finley’s pretty.” She smiled sweetly at the toddler. The small brunette giggled before laying her head on her chest. “Need me to watch the love bug?” She questioned noticing your nervous demeanor.

“If you don’t mind? Everyone is gone at the moment.” You chuckled.

“You know I don’t mind watching the girls. I always tell you that.” She scolded you.

It wasn’t that the girls didn’t like Natasha, it was Quinn. 

“Thank you.” You sighed.

“What happened?” Natasha furrowed her brow.

“Beth, got into a fight at school.” You sighed.

“Oh no.” Natasha said in concern. 

“Bethy fight!” Finley babbled, nodding, punching her fist in her tiny palm.

“Finley, I’ll be back, I'm gonna go get your big sister.”

“Bethy!”

“Yes, I’m getting Bethy.”

“I stay with Natty.”

“Yes sweetheart.” You nod handing Natasha the go bag.

“Natty pretty like mama.” She cooed, touching the sides of her eyes.

Natasha blushed, taking Finley’s hand in hers kissing them.

“What can I say? She’s got a thing for pretty girls with green eyes like her papa.” You shrugged jokingly.

“Hmhm.” Natasha bit her lip to keep from smiling but failed miserably. “Go on, I've got Fin.” 

“Papa kiss byebye!” Your daughter huffed.

You smiled leaning in to peppering her cheeks with kisses hearing her giggle and turn her head back. “Behave for Nat, Fin.”

“Wait Papa kiss Natty byebye too!” She demanded crossing her arms

“It’s okay.” Natasha chuckled awkwardly.

You gave your daughter the ‘Ugh you’re lucky you’re so cute’, and leaned in quickly pecking Natasha on the cheek catching her by surprise.

“Yayy byebye papa!” She squealed. 

“Thanks Nat!” You shouted while running to your car.

Natasha was glad you ran away because then you would have seen a smile and a blush she couldn’t stop from spreading. She keeps you both should probably discuss what happened but she was so scared you’d tell her your friendship was over.

“And then there were two.” Natasha smiled at Finley. “Wanna bake some cupcakes?”

“Cuppycakeys!” She cheered.

Natasha sat your mini me down in a high chair. She got one once Laura had Lila. She was usually the go to babysitter of the block, and she didn’t mind it one bit.

“Okay cutie pie chocolate or red velvet?” The redhead lifted the two boxes.

“Wed; like yor hair.” Finley smiled. 

Your toddler watched patiently as Natasha gathered all the items needed. When she said “Angel song! Angel song!”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., play Angel by Shaggy.” The redhead smiled at the squealing toddler. 

Finley bobbed along tapping her hands to the beat of the song. Natasha smiled hearing your daughter babble to the song. She briefly wondered if this is how it would be being your wife, and taking care of your babies.

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You walked into the principal's office seeing your daughter who was sniffling. 

“Hey sweetheart you alright? What happened huh?” You say kneeling in front of her.

As soon as your daughter saw you she threw herself in your arms.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” You whispered, rocking her back and forth trying to calm her down.

The door opened revealing your wife.

“What’s wrong Princess? What happened?” She said kneeling next to you feeling Beth bring her into the hug. 

The door opened once more revealing the principal. “Good afternoon, to you both Mrs and Mx. Y/L/N, thank you for coming in. I'm Maria Hill, the principal of this school.”

“Of course.” You say sitting down next to your wife.

“Beth, why don’t you go to Mr. Coulson’s office, he has some snacks.” 

The small blonde nodded before walking out.

“I want to start this off by saying that we all love Beth. She’s a great kid with a great future ahead of her.”

“What happened?” Quinn asks.

“Well it seems Beth got into an argument with one of the students in the classroom. She got upset and threw a textbook at him. He’s fine it didn’t hit him, but we just thought it was off behavior from Beth. Wanted to check on things at home. You know I hate doing this, it's just we have to look out for the child’s sake… Have you two been arguing around Beth lately?”

“I don’t really like what you’re insinuating Miss. Hill.” Quinn arched her brow.

“Quinn.” You say softly, taking her hand. “We have our ups and downs just like any couple.”

“I’m so sorry Mx and Mrs. Y/L/N, I only say that because well after the counselor spoke with Beth. It seems she’s anxious that the two of you will go through a divorce. She even referred to another family of divorce Scott Lang and his family.”

You clear your throat. You and Quinn did get into a very tense argument yesterday. You found out she went to the doctor's appointment without you. All hell broke loose. She accused you of not trusting her. The argument was never settled, it was paused. On top of that she doesn’t want you hanging out with Steve anymore claiming he’s a liar and a cheat. After he asked his wife for a divorce.

“We’ll talk with her.” You say softly.

“Thank you for coming in. I know it’s an intrusion.” The principal nods.

You both stand and Maria hands you a business card. “That’s one of our best child therapists we always refer to. Her name is Agatha Harkness.”

Quinn bristled and you murmured a thank you as you walked her out.

You see Beth giggling with the assistant principal Phil Coulson. He waved with a smile and nod as Beth left his office walking towards you.

“Come on kiddo.” You smile holding out your hand. You look at your wife. “Let’s take her to get pizza and ice cream.”

“Y/N it’s barely 12, I have to get back to work- wait where is Fin?”

“She’s with Natasha.”

Quinn bit her cheek knowing she shouldn’t bitch about who was taking care of her daughter. Especially since Beth was now showing signs that she’s been listening to your arguments. She knows Natasha and Rachel are always who you both argue about nowadays.

“Oh.”

“Come on Quinn can’t you take the rest of the day off? She needs to see us happy and strong. Please?”

Quinn nodded, taking your hand walking over to Beth. “Okay. Let’s go get some pizza Princess.” She smiled, taking Beth's hand.

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You all went to Beth’s favorite Pizza place when Quinn poked you nodding towards your daughter.

“So kiddo what made you so upset you had to throw a textbook at your classmate?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Beth grumbled.

“Beth honey it's not optional we need to discuss it.” Quinn kinked her brow.

She sighed, putting her slice down picking at her toppings.

“Come on lamb chop, you can tell us anything.” You winked.

“This boy in class was just being stupid and I lost my cool.”

“Oh honey when a boy is being dumb you just make them look even dumber.” Quinn chuckled.

“Quinn.” You glared at her. 

“I was kidding!” Quinn huffed.

“No Beth you just try to ignore him and I promise karma will come around. Sometimes it takes a bit and others its instant.” You wink.

Your wife gulped down her drink nodding along.

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Natasha smiled hearing the door knock. She giddily made her way to the front door. Upon opening the door she tried not to show her disappointment. It wasn’t you. It was Quinn.

“Here for a mini Y/N?” She joked stepping aside for the blonde to enter her home.

“That I am.” Quinn smiled seeing her daughter playing with blocks. When you were both leaving the pizza place she told you she was skipping the ice cream part to relieve Natasha of her babysitting duties. Quinn may have broken a few traffic laws to get here. “Hi honey!”

“Mama!” Finley squealed trying to stand. The blonde lifted her up in her arms nuzzling her nose.

“Oh I missed you my sweet love.”

“Mama down!” Finley whined, pushing her away.

“Down? But we have to go home.” Quinn smiled.

“Mama see me dance!” Finley squealed. 

“Dance?” Quinn furrowed her brow.

Finley got on her tippy toes twirling around.

“When did you learn that sweetie?” Quinn gasped.

“Natty taught me!” 

Quinn raised her brow, clenching her jaw. “That's great, sweetheart.”

“I spent my whole life in ballet. She saw my old shoes and wanted to learn.” Natasha explained.

“I used to be in ballet as well.” Quinn said softly.

“Oh wow, maybe we can dance some time.” Natasha smiled.

“I’d like that.” Quinn nodded, smiling. 

“Mama, I show papa.” Finley spoke up tugging Quinn’s dress.

“Yes baby, let's show your papa.” Quinn smiled, lifting her back in her arms.

“Natty made me cuppycakeys.” She smiled pointing to the cake on the counter.

“Cupcakes sweetie. Did you say thank you for her taking care of you?”

“Thank you, Natty.” Finley reached out jumping from Quinn’s arms to Natasha’s. 

“Fin!” Quinn scolded her.

“I love you Natty.” She cooed snuggling into her hair.

“I love you too Finny.” She smiled, kissing her cheek.

“Come on sweetie, your papa and big sister are home.” Quinn said, seeing you pull in she really wanted to say bye before you had gotten there.

Your daughter let out a conflicted whine. Looking from Natasha to Quinn to her papa helping Beth out of the car.

“It’s okay sweetie you’re tired, let's go home.” Quinn says again seeing you turn seeing your daughter in Natasha’s arms.

Finley leaned back looking at Natasha’s big emerald eyes. Before letting out a wail.

“Oh hey love bug it’s okay.” Natasha cooed.

“Natty!” She cried not wanting to let go.

“Dad, Fin is crying.” Beth said, tilting her head.

You jogged over to your wife and toddler.

“Hey Fin!” You beamed at your crying daughter.

“Papa!” She hiccuped looking at you under Natasha’s chin.

“What’s wrong with my tiny space Princess huh?” You cooed, using your index finger to tickle her beneath her chin.

“Don wan eve Natty.” She said softly, her hands still playing with Natasha’s red locks. “Finny missed Natty.”

“Oh I see you don’t wanna leave Nat.” You say softly, you had no idea her being away from Natasha for only a couple weeks would lead to this.

Finley nodded, turning towards the Redhead pushing her hair back softly. “Finny love Natty.” 

“You had a really fun day with Nat huh?” You gave a lopsided smile to your daughter. “You don’t want it to end.”

Your daughter made a noise of approval.

“I don’t want it to end either, Finny.” Natasha smiles, kissing the top of her head. “But your mama and papa miss you. Your big sister wants you to come home.”

“Bethy.” She gasped. “Bethy fight!”

“Hmhm.” She hummed. “How about I start teaching you Ballet? Hm? Tomorrow?”

Finley leaned back looking into her green eyes. “Otay.” She whispered.

“Ballet huh?” You say as Finley jumps into your arms.

“She’s a natural.” Natasha gushed.

“Ohh can I learn too!?” Beth gasped.

“Of course!” Natasha smiled, using her thumb to wipe the chocolate ice cream off her cheek.

“Like mama, like daughter.” You grinned, nudging your wife.

Quinn smiled at you and her daughters then swallowed her pride and said. “Thank you for teaching her and thank you for taking care of her.” The blonde said towards the Russian beauty.

“Anytime.” She smiled, her heart breaking as you took Quinn’s hand. You looked so good holding your daughter in one arm and your wife’s hand in the other. You turned grinning at her after stepping off the last step. 

“Thanks again Nat.” 

She nodded watching you all walk to your home. She shut the door now in her silent home wishing she was in Quinn’s position. She still hasn’t told you what Tony told her. It’s been a couple months now as you are in October now. “How am I supposed to tell Y/N?” She whispered watching you walk into your home.

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True to her word Natasha showed up at your doorstep for Finley’s first real lesson. She even got Finley her own leotard. 

“Well good morning neighbor!” You grinned, opening the door revealing Natasha.

“Natty!” Finley squealed in her high chair. As soon as the toddler realizes she couldn’t get up by herself she begins to get fussy. “Pappppaaaa!” She whined hitting the table.

“I have never seen her act this way with anyone.” You huffed as she walked inside going straight to the fussy toddler. “Morning cutie pie!” Natasha smiled leaning down to kiss Finley’s strawberry stained cheek.

“Natty!” Finley giggled before holding up a strawberry.

“Oh well thank you Finny.” She smiled, taking the freshly cut strawberry.

“Tasty.” Finley nodded, eating another one.

“Yes Finny very tasty.” Natasha chuckled, nodding along with the toddler.

“I don’t think I can get over how much she looks like you.” Natasha smiled looking over at you who leaned against the counter holding your mug.

“You think so?” You chuckled.

“Her hair is like yours, her cute little button nose!” She smiled as Finley giggled when she tapped her nose. “Her smile, her personality, annnnd my favorite is her chin dimple.” She smiled, placing a finger on both your dimple and your daughters.

You chuckled, swatting her hand away; your daughter followed suit. “No Natty.” Finley huffed.

“Oh I’m sorry cutie pie I just couldn’t help myself.”

“S’ok.” Finley smiled, holding her hand.

“See just like her daddy.” Natasha smirked looking over at you. 

You cleared your throat blushing trying to ignore the ignited fire that lit so easily in your belly.

“Sweet, kind, and a cutie pie.” She lifted mini you out of her high chair.

You smiled fondly at Natasha holding your daughter for a second. You feel your heart skip a beat. It made you feel…you don’t even have the words for it right now.

“What?” Natasha smiled looking from your daughter back to you.

Both of you are suddenly aware of how close your proximity is.

You reach up slowly using your thumb to get the eyelash that had fallen on her cheek bone. Noticing the way her eyes darkened and her lips parted slightly.

“Make a wish.” You say softly, showing her the eyelash on your thumb.

She looked up at you and smiled before closing her eyes and blowing the eyelash away.

“What’d you wish for?” You grinned leaning back against the island.

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.” She smirked. “And I really want it to come true.” 

Your lips turned into a lopsided grin.

“Wanna join us?” Nat asked, walking towards the door.

You gulped a chance to see her in a leotard? “Yes! Yeah of course.” You nodded walking out after her.

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You gulped watching her bend her knees you could practically see everything you were so thankful Finley was right next to her.

“You’re a natural Nat.” 

“My mother was in the Russian Ballet and, well, I sort of dedicated my life to it as well. Made me feel closer to her.” She smiled.

“Ever thought of opening up your own studio? Teaching more kids?”

“Actually I have.” She grinned looking behind her towards you.

“How dis Natty?” Fin asked, copying Natasha’s dance.

“Its perfect moya lyubov'.”

“Papa did you see.”

“I did! It was perfect!” You smiled, causing Fin to giggle going back to watching Natasha.

“Have you thought about asking Thor and Val if you could hold classes there?” You suggest.

“I have but I don’t know. I'm just worried it won’t work out.” She bit her lip.

“You should Nat! Just make a proposal for them and I’m sure they would say yes. Besides what did the great Hilary Duff once say? Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.”

“You’re right… I think I will.” In thought, Natasha also decided to tell you the truth. “Speaking of Thor. Did you get his Halloween invite Friday?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait. I love Halloween parties!”

“He’s super excited about it. Are you doing anything Saturday night?”

“Quinn wanted to go see Berry’s new musical. Soooo no.” You chuckled with Natasha.

“I promised Lila and Nate I’d take them to the fair this Saturday. Figured Clint and Laura could use some time away.”

“That’s nice of you.” You smiled.

“I love them so it’s really nothing. Anyway I was wondering if you wanted to come with me? I thought Beth and Fin would-“

“Yeah we’d love to! Quinn is going to Rachel’s latest show and I really don’t want to go.”

“Perfect, my sister and her best friend are coming with us and I may need you to keep me from killing her.” She chuckled.

“I can’t wait to meet her.” You laughed.

“Speaking of my evil little sister, she did something to the garbage disposal and now its all messed up.”

“Say no more.” You chuckled. “I’m gonna grab some tools and be right back.” 

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You were daydreaming the way she was moving while teaching Fin ballet. Especially the way she did the splits. The redhead was slowly but surely occupying your mind more than half the time. It was starting to freak you out. You keep thinking about how her legs would bend back if you were pushing through her pussy pounding into her with her legs on your shoulder. 

You didn’t know if it was the fact that you and Quinn haven’t had sex since your birthday night and even then it was sloppy. You were very crossfaded that night  thinking of the redhead, and Quinn seemed to be somewhere else. It’s been bugging you. You’re balls have never been so blue.

“Oh hey!” You jolted nearly jumping with a simple touch on your leg. You banged your head standing up with a hiss.

“Are you okay?” She gasped, before rushing over to her freezer grabbing a frozen bag of veggies to lay on your head. You cleared your throat by taking it from her.

“What’s up with you?” Nat chuckled furrowing her brows.

“Nothing!” You chuckled back in a high pitched voice feeling your face blush.

“Uh huh, yeah, okay.” She grinned, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter. You gulped looking from her legs to the leotard she was sporting. They hugged her just right. 

“It’s fixed by the way.” you gesture to the running water before turning on the disposal.

“Sure you didn’t break it with your head?” She joked.

You chuckled as Fin ran to you jumping in your arms. “Papa, I take care of you!” She huffed holding the peas against your head. “Thanks sweetpea. What do you say to Nat for your first lesson?”

“Thank you Natty.” she sang.

“You’re welcome honey I’ll see you when Beth gets back from school. You can help me teach her.”

“Yayyy! I teach Bethy!”

“We should…” you cleared your throat gesturing behind you.

“Go home? Well that’s what I thought you were doing. Unless you want to stay and I could teach you next?” She smirked. “Are you flexible Y/N?”

“I do calisthenics.” You chuckled trying not to blush.

“Yayyy we're staying with Natty!” Finley cheered.

“Oh no sweetie Natty was making a joke because your daddy is a dummy.” You joked; shifting the toddler in your arms before she jumped in Natasha’s arms. You walked over to the front door.

“Get out of here before I throw something at you. You’re acting so weird lately. I’ll see them again tonight then Saturday we will go to the fair.” She chuckled and all you could notice was how her eyes glistened like emeralds in the sunlight that peered through the door.

“Sounds good they'll see you then.” You gulp with a nod walking backwards smacking the panel of the door.

"Oh!" She covered her lips.

"There's a door there." You muttered before turning around and walking out the door.

"Door papa. Bye Natty! See you laters!" Fin giggled.

"See you soon Finny!" Natasha chuckled, waving at the toddler before shutting the door. She turned to see your jacket on the sofa. She bit her lip wondering if she should take it to you. She lifted it up breathing in your scent. "Oh my God Y/N smells so good." She whined while putting it on before laying on the couch. Yeah she wasn't giving that back anytime soon.

[pupuyvs]

03

(half written)

A/N italics will be the girls thoughts its just easier that way :)

Sohyun sighed as she looked at her phone, ignoring the messages sent from her friends and sister. The girls were five minutes late.

The director had asked for everyone to meet at a restaurant near the film site so they can discuss what will be expected from today’s session. While everyone had made it on time, they were still waiting for the idols, which only made Sohyun’s disdain for the industry feel more right.

Looking at her phone she felt her mood drop even more, seven minutes now. Before she can complain to her manager she hears the door to the private room open.

Two women walk in, one who she can only assume is the manager and the other, the idol.

The idol scans the room and freezes when she makes eye contact with the actress. Sohyun offers her a polite smile, the girl in return looks at her phone, types something and then puts it back in her pocket.

“This is Karina,” the idol’s manager tells the actress and her manager.

Both Sohyun and her manager stand to greet them, “This is Sohyun,” her manager tells them back.

The two girls slightly bow at each other before taking their seats.

I thought there was more of them.

“I thought she was filming for a group,” her manager asks for her, clearly also confused.

Before the director responds, Karina’s manager answers, “Karina is apart of a group, but SM likes to do solo teasers for each member. The other girls will be joining us shortly, but for today Karina will be the only one filming.”

Both nodding, Sohyun’s manager begins to eat while Sohyun turns her gaze to Karina…who is staring at her. Hard.

Sohyun can guess by the way Karina’s eyes widen and she begins to look everywhere but her that she wasn’t expecting her to catch her staring. And truthfully Sohyun would’ve been annoyed and weirded out if she didn’t find Karina so pretty.

The door opens again this time with three new girls, who Sohyun guesses are the rest of the group.

Once they are seated the director claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “First off, I’d like to thank everyone for coming here, I know usually we don’t meet elsewhere however the staff needed a bit more time to set everything up. As everyone knows today we will be shooting Karina’s teaser. The theme of the teaser will be friendship.”

The director then begins to explain the storyline, “Our character Eunbin, played by Sohyun, and Karina are models. One day Karina kills a top director, and Eunbin finds her. The two run away but in the end are caught which leads to Eunbin giving herself up for Karina. Which will lead in to Karina getting revenge in the music video.”

The director nods when she sees the impressed looks on everyone’s face, but the only thought running through both girls mind is: this shit gay as hell.

Karina contemplates selling her soul to this director as a thank you, because she was right this storyline is gay as hell and truthfully she couldn’t be happier.

Here she is, her face being held by Sohyun, who’s of course in character but Karina isn’t paying that any mind.

She feels the fake blood from Sohyun’s hands coat her face as tears fall down Sohyun’s own.

Wow…she’s a really great actress.

Karina raises her hand and grabs onto her wrist, the fake blood on her own leave fingerprints. She feels Sohyun wipe the fake tears falling from her eyes and has to remind herself again this is just acting.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Sohyun says to her, “Me and you…we’ll run away, alright?”

Karina shakes her head. “What if they figure out it was me, what if they take me, Eunbin…we can’t just runaway from this.” Her character begins to sob now, which causes Sohyun to pull her into her chest.

Karina allows herself to close her eyes and revel in the girls warmth. She feels the vibrations in the girl chest from her speaking.

“They won’t get us if we go now,” Sohyun pulls the girl away from her chest so she can look at her…just to see that her eyes are closed. She tries not to furrow her eyebrows since the director hasn’t called cut but she can’t help but wonder what the hell the idol is doing.

Karina opens her eyes slowly, “They won’t?”

“No,” Sohyun rubs her cheek gently and Karina prays the blush only goes to her ears, “They won’t.”

Karina nods before she raises her hand to the girl’s wrist again and moves it from her face so she can intertwine their hands.

“Let’s do it then. Me and you.”

“And..cut! That’s a wrap for today, that was wonderful everyone, please give a round of applause for the girls.”

The girls hear everyone applaud as they stand up, Sohyun immediately putting distance between them, much to Karina’s disappointment.

The director heads towards them, “That was wonderful girls, we got every scene we needed. Sohyun it was a pleasure working with you and I hope someday we can again. Karina I will be seeing you soon for the music video.”

Both girls bowed as she left them, Sohyun following closely behind so she can go get cleaned off and changed. Karina opting to follow her with her eyes.

“You are so gay.”

Karina jumped and turned to see her members, all of which are laughing at what Aeri said.

“Whatever,” she responds with as she starts heading to her own dressing room to get cleaned.

“No seriously,” Minjeong says while following her, “You weren’t even hiding it, like why were your eyes closed?”

The girls start to laugh again as they enter her dressing room. “She was warm and we been working all day what do you expect?”

Minjeong simply shakes her head in response, quickly muttering “gay people” under her breath, before taking a seat next to Ningning and immediately intertwining their hands.

A comfortable silence falls over the girls as each begin to do their own thing. It only breaks when Ningning decides to ask a question.

“So..are you gonna ask for her number?”

This causes Karina to stop wiping herself with the washcloth that was placed in her dressing room for her.

“Her number?…” See while Karina is an idol, which of course requires having a lot of confidence, she was also a lesbian. Which means asking for a girl’s number, especially one you find attractive, is the equivalent to being in a Saw trap.

She looks at the members who are all staring at her expectingly.

“I don’t know guys..don’t you think it’s too sudden?”

This causes Aeri to groan, “Girl, it’s her number not marriage. If you’re so scared we’ll go with you.”

To everyone else in the world that would seem like a stupid idea, after all four people showing up to ask for one person’s number just doesn’t seem right. But to Karina? Right now that sounded perfect.

“Alright, let me finish cleaning the rest of blood off first and then we could go.”

Karina now sees why coming as a group was a dumb idea. As she and her members stand in front of Sohyun, who looks thoroughly confused, she can hear them silently laughing due to the fact she’s just been standing there silently for the past couple of minutes.

“Do you..perhaps need something,” Sohyun asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Uhh..”

Come on Karina just say can I get your number its not that hard.

“Number, get?”

This causes Ningning and Minjeong to burst out laughing, Aeri doing a better job at hiding it.

“Huh?”

Karina feels the blush rushing to her face as she clears her throat to try again, “CanIgetyournumber?”

Oh god.

Maybe Karina is meant to die alone.

“Sure.”

Maybe not!

Clearly the members are just as surprised as they all look shocked when Sohyun holds her hand out so she can receive Karina’s phone…which is still in her back pocket.

Karina pulls it out quickly, almost dropping it in the process, before handing it to the girl. She’s sure she must resemble a chihuahua with how hard she is shaking.

Sohyun offers her a kind smile when handing her phone back.

“Now if you’ll excuse me my manager is waiting for me. It was nice to meet all of you.”

Karina, still shaking, just nods and moves out her way. The rest of the girls kindly bid her goodbye, once Sohyun is out of her sight Karina looks down at the new contact and shouts in excitement.

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[ribbonprincess]

Since you want to write something I'm here to give a suggestion! 🙂‍↕️

Should we go old school and bring back s1 jj? 👀 R and jj have some history (not on talking terms anymore) so the pogues convince jj to ask her for the breathing things (I have no idea what they're called in english but iykyk) and she tells him he can get it only if he takes her with him? And then maybe some interactions with reader (a kook) and the pogues! Just some good ol' s1 vibes, some fluff, lil angst if you feel like it

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Walking over your yacht at the port,JJ sighs,knowing this is the only option. Hopping on,it doesn't take long before he finds you "hey cupcake" turning your head to look at him you release a sigh before crossing your arms over your chest.

"JJ,what do you want? if my parents see you,you're good as dead?" "well...you see,I might need some scuba diving gear" Furrowing your eyebrows you stand up,looking over him before shaking your head,moving over the back of the place. You couldn't say no to him,you still need to work on that "why?found a new hobby?" Chuckling awkwardly, he rolls the pick in his mouth "no,no...uhm,me and the pogues need it"

"what- why?" "can't tell you that princess,it's private information- just know that we really need it" Raising an eyebrow you put everything in front of you. "if you really want everything then you either tell me or I come with you" JJ runs a hand through his hair as he thinks "I...fuck- fine,you can come but no questions okay?" "yeah,okay sure"

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Driving over the other side of the island you sigh before talking "so,I can't know what you guys are looking for?" "no,John b will skin me alive if I told you- the others are gonna already be mad that you're there"

"I'm bringing you the gear so the least you can do is be a bit happy." Looking over him as you stop at a red light, you find him already staring at you,chucking awkwardly he is the first to speak. "I know we haven't talked in a while but,how are you doing?" Scoffing under your breath you continue to drive before answering "I'm fine,will ask the same about you but the answer wouldn't really be truthful so" "oh come on,I know things haven't ended in great terms but still-" "exactly they haven't,so drop it"

Arriving at the spot you park your car,hopping off as JJ picks up the gear. "seriously? what is she doing here?" you can hear Kiara groan as you walk over the boat. "hi guys,you haven't missed me?" Receiving an eye roll from everyone you nod to yourself "I brought the scuba gear,be happy."

As John b finally dives into the water after arriving at the spot you continue to steal glances with JJ, Pope and Kiara sitting in awkward silence as they look at you. "You wanna tell us something?" Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion,you look over her. "no,why would I?" "I mean...you disappeared like thin air" "yeah,well- you guys didn't like me much and me and jayj stopped talking...so" "yeah,right" JJ nods as he looks over the water in deep thoughts before deciding to just let it out.

"about that- since you gave us the scuba gear I thought...maybe if you wanted you could come surfing with me tomorrow,even if you don't know how" Nodding you smile a bit. "yeah,okay...sure" "but only because of the gear you know...no other reason"

"JJ you're so bad at this,just ask her out" "wha-" "yeah...Pope's right" Chucking he looks back at you,finding you already staring with a raised eyebrow "I mean...I wouldn't say no,we could give it another try- if you commit to it,because I'm for sure not losing my time again"

JJ sighs as he runs a hand over his hair, "yeah,okay then.. we can give it another try and I'll try my best" Smiling you nod,looking at the pogues who don't look the happiest but still not as annoyed as before so maybe it is a win. You couldn't wait for tomorrow to arrive.

Should I do a part 2 where they go to the beach?(especially cause I'm not proud about how this turned out)

[pleaseitsjustrae0nly]

Can you please do a Lloyd X reader Lloyd has full control over his Oni form and he gives the reader big cuddles in private so no other ninja knows about the big cuddling because Lloyd lock his door so no one interworks the cuddling jay manage to take a photo of Lloyd and the reader cuddling and jay send the photo to garmadon and Lloyd ended up chasing jay till the reader calm him down (in this au not only does Garamond not sacrifice him self but he still has his Oni form and the other ninjas know about Lloyd Oni form and this take place a month after crystallized and when Lloyd chase jay Lloyd turns back into his human form this is just pure fluff)

Hey uhm, this request is quite similar to another post I saw before. So I will be changing it up a little, hope that's okay!

So? Is it a crime to cuddle?

A Lloyd x gn! Reader. Uses They/them, fluff, and slight swearing.

"ughhh, my neck is so sore...." your blonde baby moaned as he entered your room. You looked up from your sketchbook and smiled, "Oh? Why's that?", "No clue, but I feel like shit." he answers as he falls face first into your soft bed. "Why is your bed softer than mine?" he muffled through your douve, "No clue, maybe it's because i use a different mattress than yours?" You stood from your seat and plopped right next to his head.

"Cuddles?" you ask softly, caressing his soft locks. He then proceeds to stand and began to turn into his oni form. "Make some room sweetheart." he placed you on top of him and wrapped all four of his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest, you didn't mind when he cuddled in his human form. But one night he was so upset he couldn't calm down and turned into his oni form, it was an accident but before he could leave to blow off steam, you offered to cuddle him in that state. He was hesitant, but it was you.

Overtime, he started gaining control over his form, which then resulted in the both of you making a deal. He would ONLY cuddle you in his oni form when either the both of you were upset or stressed, AND in private.

But something was itching your brain, like something was missing. The answer was given to you when you heard the *snap* of a camera. "JAY?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Lloyd Sits up, still holding you, "I WAS GONNA TELL YOU GUYS DINNER WAS READY, BUTTTT I SEE SOMETHING WAS GOING ON~"

"YOU LITTLE- I'M GONNA KILL YOU! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!" he immediately got up and ran after Jay while he was screaming. You started laughing at the two, when a ping came from your phone. It was Lloyd's father...

"Please protect my son, also tell him to meet me outside tomorrow. He has some explaining to do."

Oh boy was your oni in for it. You could practically hear Jays scream from the other side of the monastery, followed by other screams. You got up and decided to defuse the situation and tell lloyd about his father.

After some time, and during dinner...

It was silent, too silent. Usually Kai would be talking about something, or even Jay, but tonight, no words were uttered. "Ahem, so Lloyd. What was this evening's chase about?" Master Wu asked his nephew carefully. "...ask Jay since he likes intruding." he spat back, placing a slice of duck in his mouth.

"Well, Jay?", "I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS IN THERE I SWEAR! AND I DID KNOCK YOU KNOW!" he yells, crossing his arms at the end of his statement. Lloyd just rolled his eyes and kept eating, "Before I forget, lloyd your dad knows too." You said, while cutting cutting your sweet potatoes. "...HE WHAT? JAY-", "WAITWAITWAIT! I SENT IT TO THE GROUP CHAT! NOT GARMADON!" everyone started looking at each other when zane stated that they did not receive a message from him in the groupchat. "Well you did, he sent me a text. You need to meet him outside tomorrow Lloyd."

He then rested his head on top of the table, grumbling. "I didn't mean to send it to your dad lloyd, really! I must have clicked the wrong contact..." he mumbled back something but no one understood. Master Wu just sighed and just told everyone to head to bed and leave the clean up for tomorrow since it has been a long evening.

Tomorrow has arrived and Lloyd was standing next to you rubbing his eyes and yawning. You both were half asleep, when he got a call from his dad telling him he'll be there in 10 minutes. Which resulted in the both of you quickly getting up and rushing to get ready.

"Did he really have to meet this early..." your boyfriend grumbled as he placed his head on top of yours. "Well, your dad's unpredictable. No clue what he'll do next.", "That's what she said." you jabbed him lightly in response when you finally saw the ex-lord of evil's helmet appear.

"Good morning you two." he said, smiling. You smiled while Lloyd just grumbled a tired good morning in return. "First of all, please be safe when using the oni form during those intimate moments, and two, I never knew you could control your form Lloyd.", "Is it a crime to cuddle how we want, father?" he asked, slightly glaring at his father.

"That's not what I'm saying, just be careful in that form alright?" he said sighing. Lloyd nodded, "Well, i've been practicing.", "Well, let's practice together." you smiled as you felt Lloyd nodded at his father's proposal.

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"Now that wasn't so bad was it Lloyd?" "I guess so..."

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 6/?

PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

So excited!!

If any of ya have any theories, I would love to hear them!

Sorry if it's short. Still in weekend mode heh.

The line for the snippet is an Adventure Time reference. Guess which character said it.

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Everyone held their breath. Nothing can be heard except for Valentino's angry growls.

After what happened with moth overlord (was he even still an overlord with no souls contracts left? They need to have a meeting about that), none of the remaining overlords spoke up in defiance. They were at least aware that they can't win against the literal King of Hell, more so with the presence of the other Sins and loyal hellborns.

With no more issues, Lucifer dismiss them.

Alastor stands by the door as he grins at the exiting demons. He hums a tune when Vees left.

Alastor: Nature abhors a power vacuum ~

Vox: The fuck did you just say?!

Alastor: Nothing, old friend ~

Rosie says goodbye to Charlie first before giving him a cheek pat as she leaves.

Rosie: Do come by Cannibal Town, my friend. I still have a few angel limbs for a lovely brunch.

Alastor: I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The Radio demon gives a derogatory glance at Valentino and giggles.

Alastor: Though I feel like another one of our speedy overlord meeting is in order.

Rosie laughs and said her final goodbye.

It's only the Sins and the residents left. Lucifer asks Charlie and the others to go up the 2nd floor for a while as he has something to talk about the Sins privately.

Charlie: Okay. But dad.. Are you okay?

Lucifer: Of course, sweetie. Just a bit stressed.

She wasn't satisfied with her dad's answer but she knows she won't be able to get him to admit anything right now.

Charlie joins her friends on the upper floor and hears Angel wolf whistle. He's leaning at the railings and looking down at hell's 7 deadly Sins.

Angel: I know I just saw them down there being the big and the bad, but damn.

Husk: Honestly thought someone was about to get killed today.

Cherri: Eh, I think what happened was worse. For that moth dickhead anyway. Congrats on your freedom Angy! How does it feel?

Angel: Like a million bucks! I still can't believe that happened. I'm free. I'm gonna give short king something later as thanks.

He turns to Charlie.

Angel: You too, Charlie.

Charlie: I didn't do anything.

Angel: I know I never said this before but thank you for believing in me- for still believing in me and this whole redemption shit.

Charlie's about to cry and moves to give Angel a big hug.

The others give the pair a soft look. As the slight crying fest was happening, Alastor moves closer to the balcony with Vaggie to observe.

Vaggie: Can't hear them. Can't even read their lips.

Alastor: His Majesty's work most likely. Or did you think they would let us watch with no precaution?

Vaggie gives him an irritated look but says nothing.

Alastor keeps his sight on Lucifer. The aquatic demon, which he guesses is the Sin of Envy, is touching Lucifer too much for his liking. He tilts his head in response when the king looks up at him suddenly. Lucifer holds his gaze for a bit before shifting slightly.

Alastor turns to see Charlie move beside him looking at her father. His ear twitches.

This is troublesome.

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Lucifer put his shirt back on as he casts a barrier on the first floor.

Bee: Man, I haven't seen that side of you in years. Hell, I haven't even seen any side of you in years. I was beginning to think you died.

Satan: She's right. You usually at least sent a text once a year or so. And then when you decided to finally show up, you're basically being eaten alive by Roo's remnants! We-

The Sin of Wrath stops and takes deep breaths. No point in getting angry right now.

Mammon: Yeah, mate. Kinda miss the yearly lawsuits you give me business.

Asmodeus: You mean the discount Pride Ring you're tryna do?

Mammon: Fuck ya! Don't think I forgot ya stealing ma star employee!

Asmodeus: Cry me a river, Mam.

Belphegor: Children, please.

Mammon: Don't even start, Belphy. You still haven't explained why ya didn't tell us any of this shit.

Belphegor: What happens in Sloth is my responsibility.

Mammon: Well congrats! It's blowing up in our faces.

While the others were arguing back and forth, Leviathan moves to face Lucifer and put a hand on his.

Leviathan: Luci, I know you're not okay. You gonna tell me what's up with you?

Lucifer: It doesn't matter.

Leviathan: Of course it matters, Luci.

Lucifer: Not now, Levi.

Leviathan: Tsk. Alright then. But we will talk, especially about the look that red demon is giving me.

Lucifer looks up and makes eye contact with Alastor. The deer demon is wearing an expression he can't quite name but then his gaze shifts a bit to the left.

Charlie.

Oh, his lovely daughter. He still can't get what she said earlier out of his head. He knows she'll say she didn't mean it, but if it came out just like that, there has to be a bit of truth deep inside.

Was Charlie right? Would Lilith's presence instead of his really be that much better? Would this whole thing with Roo not even happen in that other timeline?

Lucifer doesn't know. What he knows is that he'll do everything in his power to keep his daughter and hell safe.

He clears his throat to stop the bickering.

Lucifer: Anything related to Roo is not to be undermined. In the meantime, Belphegor will keep a close eye on the anomaly. Bel, please coordinate with the Ars Goetia regarding evacuation of the nearby settlements.

Belphegor: Of course. Already on it.

Asmodeus: Lust will prepare evacuation sites as well.

Lucifer: Thank you. I'd like the other rings to have a few as well.

Satan: How about the ritual?

Lucifer: I would like to start as soon as possible but.. We're strong but we need ancient powers.

Satan: Wait. You don't mean her, do you? Can we even find her?

Lucifer: I'm the one who will be looking for her. She's probably up on Earth. It might take me a while but 'til then, I'll be temporarily handing over the duties of Pride to Charlie in my absence/

Bee: What?! Is she even ready?

Lucifer: You have your own rings to manage. And none of you are familiar with her. She might be the embodiment of good but she's still evil's sister.

Leviathan: And your wound?

Lucifer: I would advise that no one comes in contact with the anomaly. The only thing keeping it at bay in my body is my angelic blood. If I wasn't an angel, I would be dead.

The room just got colder with Lucifer's admission as Belphegor taps aggressively on her tablet.

Lucifer: Be careful all of you.

And with that, the meeting is done.

Lucifer debates talking to his daughter but overall decided to go back to his tower for the time being.

Alastor never took his eyes off the king and disappears in the shadows.

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What to look forward for in Part 7:

Lucifer: I'm so tired, Alastor. I think I have been for a long time.

[howlingday]

A Most Unusual Unit

Good morning, or rather, good evening, "Nightshade". Excellent work on your last assignment. Thanks your efforts, the councilman has lived to see another day, much to the great benefit of Vale. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I have another assignment for you already. Your new target is the leader of the Spiders organization, "Little Miss" Charlotte Malachite. She is a grave threat to peace between Vale and Mistral. Your mission is to get close to her and gain any information that may be related to seditious activities.

In order to do this, you will have to marry and have a child.

Blake: (Spits out her coffee, Coughs) EXCUSE ME?!

Little Miss is a reclusive woman and is notably suspicious of others. At this point, she operates almost entirely behind the scenes. Her only public appearances of late have been her attendance at the elite private school her daughters attend. These events act as informal get-togethers for the upper crust of society and the lowest of low in the criminal underworld. You are to enroll your child at this school and gain entry to these events. However, admission deadlines are approaching fast. YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE WEEK.

Blake: (Rips encoded-cypher paper in half) THEY EXPECT ME TO HAVE A CHILD IN SEVEN DAYS?! (People stare at her, Ahem!) Excuse me...

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Blake: Listen up, little girl.

Penny: I'm Penny!

Blake: Listen up, Penny. From now on, you are my child. As far as everyone knows, however, you have always been my child. Understood?

Penny: Understood!

Blake: You will address me as "Mother," as the elites do.

Penny: Mama!

Blake: Very well.

Old Woman: What an adorable girl~.

Blake: Thank you. We're the Belladinas. We just moved in.

Penny: I'm Penny, and I have always been Mama's child!

Old Woman: Huh?

Blake: (Thinking) You don't need to say that!.

Penny: Mama, I want a silenced pistol~!

Blake: If we see one on sale.

Old Woman: What a strange family...

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Jaune: (Answers phone) Hello, Arc residence.

Jaune: Oh, Saph!

Saphron: (Via phone) How are you doing, baby bro?.

Jaune: Good. Everything's good. I'm still hard at work in Vale!

Saphron: Still as weird as ever. Don't make me worry about you.

Jaune: You don't have to sound so mean about it! And I am not weird!

Saphron: Jaune, when are you going to get married? You find a good lady friend yet?

Jaune: (Thinking) Not this again...

Saphron: Listen, I might be offered a big promotion here soon, but that'd mean I'd be too busy to look after you. I'm not gonna say no right off the bat, but it doesn't feel right for me to abandon you in the big city. Like I always tell ya, I'm forever grateful for you taking care of me all this time, and that's why I want to make sure you're happy.

Jaune: I know, Saph. Thank you.

Saphron: I think I know some cuties out here in Argus. Maybe I could put in a good word for you?

Jaune: Ah! N-No! You don't need to do that! A-Actually, I'm heading to a party this weekend... and I'll be bringing someone!

Saphron: A girl?!

Jaune: Uh, y-yeah, I guess that's one way to describe her. So don't worry about me, okay?

Saphron: Alright. So, who's throwing this party? One of your co-workers?

Jaune: Mm-hm!

Saphron: Great! I'll have Pyrrha give me the full details on this girlfriend of yours!

Jaune: Eh?

Saphron: No offense, Jaune, but you can be pretty naive. I just want to make sure the girl you're digging isn't just digging into you, right?

Jaune: Uh, well-

Saphron: And I'm gonna hold off on this promotion until I know you're happy!

Jaune: Y-You don't need to-

Saphron: Can't wait to hear all about her, baby bro! Ciao~! (Click)

Jaune: (Hangs up, Pacing) What do I do?!. What do I do?!. I need to find a girlfriend now!. If Saph finds out I lied, she'll think there's something wrong with me!. Then she'll never get that promotion, and Terra'll be mad at me!. Adrian will never play with me again!.

Jaune: (Phone rings, Answers) Saph, listen! About what I said earlier, I was just joking! I-

Boss: (Via phone) Having family trouble?. That's unusual for you.

Jaune: Oh! Headmistress! I'm so sorry, I was-

Boss: Good evening. I have a client for you, Rusted Knight.

Jaune: (Eyes dim)

Boss: The Glass Unicorn. Room 1220.

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Jaune: Excuse me.

Proprietor: Oh, hello again, Jaune! How can I help you?

Jaune: I'm going to a party tonight, so I need my slacks patched up ASAP. Er, if that's okay, of course.

Blake: (Flinches, Thinking) How did he get by without me noticing?!. Jaune... Hm... Right. Jaune Arc, 26 years old, never married, and never divorced. Parents deceased. Seven sisters, six dexeased, one surviving, couple years older. They're both ordinary civilians with nothing on their files. Maybe I'm getting sloppy-

Jaune: Um, miss? You've been staring at me since I came in here. Is there something I can help you with?

Blake: He sensed me watching him?!. How?!.

Blake: Oh, uh, no. I just thought... you were really cute. Excuse me for being rude.

Jaune: Wait, so... I'm good looking to you?

Blake: Um, yes?

Jaune: Miss-

Penny: Mama! I got measured! Huh? Who's she?

Blake: He's another customer, like us.

Jaune: (Thinking) I almost asked another man's wife on a date! I've heard stories of men being murdered for things like that. BUT THIS TIME, I'D BE THE ONE TO DO THE KILLING.

Penny: !

Jaune: No! I can't even fantasize about a thing so horrible! It's thoughts like those that'll expose me as an ASSASSIN.

Penny: (Thinking) A- A- A- A- ASSASSIN?!.

Blake: (Spy)

Jaune: (Assassin)

Penny: (Telepath, Starved for entertainment) SOOO COOOOL!.

Blake: I thought he'd make for a good fit for the husband role, but his intuition could threaten my mission.

Jaune: I thought she'd be able to pull off the girlfriend role, but I can't afford any kind of unnecessary bloodshed.

Penny: (Looks down, Covering her face) Oh, boo hoo hoo! I am so sad about Papa!

Blake: P-Penny?! What are you-?!

Penny: I just miss my papa so very, very, very much! If only he could see me in my pretty dress!

Jaune: Oh, is your husband away?

Blake: Ah... You see... My husband actually passed a few years ago. I've been working hard to support my daughter as a single mother.

Jaune: Then... Then no one could try to kill me if I asked her!.

Jaune: Um, excuse me...

[restinslices]

Hello! Could you do the Lin Kuei trio with a g!n reader asking them to dance? Like what you did with the earthrealm boys!

You finna be real disappointed 😭

My phone storage still in hell so no pics. I need to make a moodboard for everyone or smth

Bi-Han

No

There's legit nothing else for me to say 

Listen, I know I make him sweeter than he actually is a lot but I can't make my fingers type some shit like “yeah! he'd totally be for it!”

You could be the apple of his eye, the reason he woke up in the morning, the oxygen in his lungs, the wind under his wings, his cinnamon apple, and he'd still tell you no 

“Absolutely not” to be more specific 

You think Bi-Han, the mf with a huge ego, is always serious and damn near has Batman's voice is gonna boogie? It's wishful thinking but the answer is no 

Especially for a video? Get the fuck-

The best you'll get is him listening to the song 

Which isn't all that good because he's the type to say “I'm listening” and is very much NOT  listening 

“I'm listening” *starts vacuuming*

He likes slower music so he'll “listen” to that 

I get it, y'all want me to say he'd be super sweet but babe at some point the delusion is so delusional we gotta snap out of it 

He wouldn't even have a favorite song because like I said, he's not listening much. Instead of hearing lyrics, he just keeps thinking “I can't believe they asked that”

Kuai Liang

No pt2

Y'all I can only lie so much 

Kuai Liang and Bi-Han are some of the most serious people in the game 

You're not getting either of them on board with this dancing shit 

And you're posting it? Now it's especially no

The Earthrealm guys are goofy. They'll do goofy shit like this. These guys? Some of y'all 'bout to be real mad at me, but it must be said… 

Unlike Bi-Han he'll listen to a song and actually listen to it

And maybe he'll have a favorite. Maybe. 

Kuai Liang gives me “I only stick to one genre” vibes so he'll listen to it but the chances of him listening to it again are pretty slim 

This ain't what y'all want but I'm tryna imagine it and feel the fantasy and it's just not fantasy-ing

Maybe he'll slow dance with you but that's off camera and private 

He wouldn't lie and be like “oh sure. We can do it later”

He's just like “um… no but thanks for the invite”

You can ask another Lin Kuei though. He won't be upset 

Or you can do it by yourself and he'll gladly watch and hold the camera 

Tomas Vrbada

Y'all ain't gon’ believe what imma say next-

LISTEN I wanna say they'd all bust it down but like y'all, let's be real 😭

None of them are letting you record them dancing then post it on the internet. They are assassins that's constantly doing shit for Earthrealm 

He'd be nice when he says no at least 

“I'm no good at dancing. You can show me though”

Maybe he'd do a little step to the left, step to the right, spin around and break it down tonight but it's not on camera 

It'd have to be the most simple dance ever and you two would have to be alone 

He'd do a little dance if you kept bothering him but that video shit is not happening and he'd only do it once. Maybe twice. 

Idk why but I feel like Tomas got two left feet but he'll try his best for you so you let it go 

I remember in a post I said I feel like he's lowkey a Twice stan but have y'all seen their choreography? He's gonna break a damn knee 

He'll gladly do the fan chants and watch you though 

Overall the answer is no but he'll listen to any songs you recommend and he'll watch you. Might do a little boogie once or twice if you stay on his ass. 

I wanted to be delusional too ya’ll but I couldn’t 😔 This is so short but I ain’t know what to say. We’ve discussed my brain is ass rn

[shurislover]

Private But Not A Secret

Letitia x Black Reader

a lil soft launch , been in my drafts forever

warnings : none just Tish talking bout her baby 🥺

“ Alright so now we have the Wakanda Forever questions out the way. Let’s talk about your personal life, what do you enjoy doing on your free time ?”- The interviewer questioned

“ Aw man I really enjoy being out with my friends , I used to be such a homebody and now i’m trying to go out and have some fun. “

“ A night out with friends is always fun. I recently seen you were out in Jamaica. How was that ?”

“ Jamaica is so nice , I absolutely love being there. I definitely will be making plans to go there again this year. Have you been to Jamaica? “ - Letitia questioned

“ I’m actually going in 2 weeks , i’ve never been so i’m very excited to go“

“ You’re going to absolutely love it, and make sure try the KFC there , it’s so much better “- Letitia smiled

“ Definitely will be trying that . Now you know you have some very nosy fans as soon as they heard they could leave me questions to ask you they blew up my comments. I’m gonna ask you the main three I kept seeing. Is Ms Letitia Wright in a relationship?”

Letitia laughed and shook her head

“ Y’all so nosy “ - She laughed. Letitia felt her cheeks get hot as she started thinking about you.

“ Hmm. Should I tell you guys ? You know what, I’m gonna spill the beans, it’s been long enough I’ve been with my beautiful girlfriend for 2 years and she’s my everything. Crazy because our anniversary is today “- Letitia nodded

“For starters happy anniversary you two. Could you tell us more about her? What is she like ? Will we get to see her any time soon ?”

“ She’s the love of my life. I honestly cant imagine life without her. That woman is everything to me. We actually were childhood best friends, I lost contact with her once I moved to the UK. Then at the first Black Panther Premiere we ran into each other and honestly the rest is history. Two years ago today I asked her to be my girlfriend. It was such a nice set up, took her to Paris and asked her to be my girlfriend under the Eiffel Tower. And to answer the last question I will be keeping my baby private.

“ How come ?”-

“ I’m a very private person when it comes to my personal life. I want my baby to have a normal life. I want to make sure she’s safe when she’s not around me. I don’t want my nosy fans in her DMs or making her comments all about me since she does her little thing with TikTok , Youtube & Instagram. It was a mutual decision to keep it private and honestly keeping it private has been so nice, nobody bothering us or tagging us in each others posts and what not. I really love it. “

“ I get that 100 % , sometimes fans take it too far and it just ruins everything. I’m so glad you found someone who truly makes you happy. Where do you guys see yourselves in 5 years ?”

“ Married for sure , I can’t wait to marry her . Everyday she gives me a reason why I need to put a ring on her finger now. Hmm in 5 years maybe a baby. I believe she’d be a good mom, she’s amazing with my little sister, everytime I see them interact my heart jumps. Besides that I would love more roles in movies “

“ So what i’m hearing is the next time I interview you , Ms. Letitia Wright will be married with a baby on the way ?”

“ Depends on when you interview me but yes married and a baby on the way. “

“ Cant wait to see that and I’m wishing you and your girlfriend the best. Next question , did you ever expect to blow up on tiktok ?”

“ Honestly no , it was a shock to me. The whole world is crushing on me, you got everyone calling me their girlfriend or wife I think it’s cute. I don’t mind them at all, i really appreciate them. So many fans take so much time making edits and things like that I love them “

“ These fans really love you , okay so last question , can we expect anything new for you after Wakanda Forever ?”

“ Yes of course I can’t really tell you guys much I have two movies dropping soon and I’m very excited for everyone to watch. One movie i filmed a while back and this new movie is something new and I think you’ll love it.”

“ Cant wait to see your new projects , thank you so much for being here today and sharing everything with us. Hope to see you soon and enjoy your anniversary.

“ Thank you and I will be seeing you soon showing you wedding pictures and sonograms” - Letitia laughed

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babyboo 💍

you did amazing in your interview baby, come home soon i got dinner planned. i love you and travel safely

mi amor 🤭

love u so much baby, i’m in the uber on the way home. I picked you up a surprise. see you when I get home

letitiawright posted a video !

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letitiawright my first love 😮‍💨

dreyamac finally !! been waiting for this

ayrastarr happy for you tish , cant wait to meet her

im.angelabassett miss you both

lupitanyongo oh ? so this is who you were blushing about on facetime ?

michaelbjordan happy for you lil sis

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