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talkdutchtome · 7 months

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Dress - Mason Mount

pairing . . . mason mount x reader )

genre . . . smut )

summary . . . mason mount had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, so why now all of a sudden was sleeping with him all you could think about )

song . . . dress- taylor swift )

warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, some light choking, fingering, some oral (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, use of petnames, not proofread )

word count . . . 2900 words )

a/n . . .this is my first ever smut so i apologise if it's not great but after mason's new ad i just couldn't not)

Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Mason Mount was your best friend. You had known him since childhood; your mums were friends, so you had grown up together. For as long as you could remember he would be by your side, your other half- purely platonic of course. Or it used to be platonic anyway. Over the last few months something had changed between the two of you, you didn’t know why it had or when it happened, but it did. It started with stolen glances; you’d find yourself looking at him differently than you ever had before. As lifelong best friends, there were occasions when you’d see each other in underwear; before you wouldn’t have thought anything about it, but now, you couldn’t help but look. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his muscular legs, from the way his underwear pulled tightly across his crotch. Maybe you would have felt bad about looking at him like that if you hadn’t noticed him glancing at your chest when you wore a particularly low-cut dress.

After that, things progressed to lingering touches, there would be times that the two of you would be walking down the street and Mason would hold his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you down the road. Sometimes at parties or clubs you would dance together, closer than any two friends should ever be, spurred on by Dutch courage. As the music throbbed through the floor and alcohol coursed through your veins, you and Mason moved together in a dance that transcended friendship. His hand found the small of your back, and the way he guided you through the crowded dance floor was different tonight, closer and more intimate than ever before. You could feel his warm breath against your ear as he whispered jokes and secrets amidst the music's relentless beat. Every step and sway seemed to bring you closer together until the only thing separating you were the clothes you were wearing. In that moment, with the electrifying chemistry between you two, you both began to realize that the line between friendship and something deeper was blurring, and with each synchronized movement, the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

You truthfully didn’t know how to explain your relationship with Mason. You weren’t more than friends, but you weren’t just friends either. Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. You didn’t even know if you wanted to be more than friends with him, the pair of you were so similar to each other, too similar sometimes; you weren’t sure if you would be compatible together. All you knew was there was so much sexual tension between the two of you it was making it almost impossible to function

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you Ha, ah, ah All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this Ah, ha, ha, ha-ah

With all that considered, when Mason messaged you letting you know that a few of the Chelsea lads were going to a party tomorrow night and that you should come along, you knew what you needed to do. This had gone on for too long, so much had been left unsaid and you were sick of it. Maybe you wouldn’t be compatible in a relationship, but you didn’t want a relationship, you just wanted him. So on the day of the party you went out and bought sluttiest, skimpiest dress you could find; then you spent longer then you ever usually would getting ready. To put it bluntly, you looked good as hell, and you were ready to go and get your man. However, this effort seemed to be for nothing when you walked into the party to find a girl sat on Mason’s lap, whispering in his ear and peppering kisses on his neck. You felt completely thrown, of course Mason could do what he wanted, but you thought that this game of cat and mouse you were playing would ultimately ended with the two of you admitting what you want and getting it, it being each other. But it seemed like that wasn’t to be it seemed. It hurt, you couldn’t deny that, but you simply told yourself to get over it and find somebody else to scratch that itch.

You found that person in the shape of Kepa Arrizabalaga. You knew from Mason that he was a bit of a ladies man, the kind of person to prefer one-night stands to a real relationship; he was perfect. It started with a bit of light flirting, you batted your eyelashes, laughed at his semi-unfunny jokes whilst placing a hand on his rock hard bicep. It didn’t take long for things to move on, both of you were aware of what this was so there was no need to beat around the bush. Soon his lips were on yours and he was leading the way to a spare bedroom. It may not have been what you came into this party expecting, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

Unbeknownst to you, Mason was across the room watching this whole scene go down. To say he was jealous would be an understatement, he didn’t know it until the very moment he saw you all over his teammate, but you were his. You were his and watching Kepa lead you away to a bedroom made him sick. He wasn’t stupid, he knew there was something between the two of you but to put it plainly, he was nervous. He wanted you and you wanted him; but what if after you had each other your friendship couldn’t recover. He had been friends with you for as long as he could remember, you knew him more than he knew himself and didn’t want to do anything that would risk your friendship. So he pushed his feelings down, he deflected everything he felt for you to another girl and it was going fine. Abby was fine, she wasn’t you, but she was fine. That was until he saw Kepa undressing you with his eyes, saw you reciprocating all of his flirty advances; it was in that exact moment that Mason decided he was done being the bigger person and ignoring his need for you. He wanted you and he was going to have you.

Mason was hot on your heels, following the pair of you into the room. However the few seconds delay meant that when he burst into the room, he was greeted by the picture of you straddling the Spaniard, your lips attached to his neck.

“Sorry to interrupt, Y/N I need to speak to you.” Mason said, staring at the pair of you, burning a hole into your back.

“No Mase I’m busy go away” You detached your lips from Kepa’s neck to tell Mason to fuck off before promptly reconnecting them again.

“Kepa mate fuck off I need to speak to Y/N” Mason said again, clearly not ready to give up. You sighed heavily and got ready to curse Mason out, telling him to leave you alone but were interrupted by Kepa.

“Yeah, I think I should go” you heard the man underneath you say, prompting you to get up and let him leave.

“What the fuck was that about Mason, I was clearly doing something?” You asked, really confused by your best friends outburst. He made it clear that he didn’t want anything from you so why should he be bothered if you go and get it from somebody else.

“Kepa, Y/N? Why Kepa?” You got up from the bed and stood in front of him

“Why not Kepa? I needed something and he was willing to provide. Who would you rather I chose?” You said, walking closer to him until you were only inches apart.

“Me Y/N. I would have rather you chose me.” His words made time freeze. You could feel your own heartbeat race and you could hear his do the same. This was it, all of the build up from the last few months were coming to a head right here. You watched as his eyes scanned your body from top to bottom, taking in every inch of you, looking at you like he would never see you again. And then, after a pause that felt both like a million years but also milliseconds, his lips crashed onto yours. Your hands came to his hair instantly, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. At the sensation of you lightly pulling at his hair, Mason groaned into your mouth, making your pussy clench around nothing, desperate for him. “Jump” he said, pulling his lips away from yours before planting them on your neck. You did as he said, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands coming up to your ass immediately, giving it a rough squeeze.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off, ha, ha, ha-ah Carve your name into my bedpost ’Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off, ha, ha, ha-ah

He throws you on the bed carelessly, like he doesn’t have time for niceties, like if he took even a second longer than was absolutely necessary, he would blink and you would be gone. You watch as he takes of his shirt and then his trousers, leaving him stood there in his underwear. The way his hard cock strained in his underwear made you gulp; he was huge, you could tell that without even needing to see it.

“Let’s get this dress off pretty girl” he said, his voice deeper than you had ever heard it before. He pulled you up so you were standing facing away from him. His hands go to your zip immediately.

“You looked so beautiful today. This dress looks so good on you” He whispers in your ears, gently nibbling on your earlobe in-between each word. The words send shivers down your spine, causing you to let out a soft, barely audible moan. His rough hands pull down the zip of your dress causing it to fall to the floor. You could practically hear Mason’s jaw hit the ground when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. He spins you around immediately, his mouth going to one nipple, his hand to another. The sucking, nibbling and pinching made you feel like you were going crazy. It felt so good but you needed more, you needed him.

“Please Mase” you said breathlessly, reaching out to palm his hard dick through his boxers. “I need you” He laughs at your neediness.

“You need me do you? Why don’t you show me how much you need me” he said finally detaching his mouth from your breast before very gently pushing you down to your knees. Seeing the light and excitement in your eyes when you caught on to what he meant made Mason curse himself for waiting so long to do this. He swore he could see stars when you started placing small barely there kisses on his cock over his underwear. Then he swore he was going to pass out when you reached into his underwear, pulling his cock out and immediately licking a long stripe from the base to the tip before placing his whole manhood in your mouth. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat was a feeling Mason knew he would never be able to forget. Things got even better for Mason when you hallowed your cheeks and brought your hand up to his balls, massaging them in your hands as you worked his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck baby you’re so good at this” Mason croaked out and his praise spurred you on, taking him even deeper into your mouth making him let out a guttural moan. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, desperate for him to touch you, desperate for him to fuck you. As if he could read your mind, Mason abruptly pulled himself out of your mouth, causing you to look up at him confused. The sight of you was a sight that Mason wanted to see every day until the day he died. On your knees, your lips swollen, and your lipstick smudged, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging to be fucked.

“Lay on the bed Babygirl, I’m going to make you feel so good” he said, and you did as he asked immediately. You truly thought tonight couldn’t get any better, you were proved wrong however when he clambered onto the bed and settled his head in-between your legs and started leaving hot, open kisses on your thighs and over your soaking underwear.

“I need you so bad Masey, fuck me please” you pleaded to him, garnering a laugh from the man in-between your thighs.

“Be patient Y/N, I’ll fuck you in a minute, but I want to taste you first” That was it, that settled it; you had died and gone to heaven. Unable to contain himself, he ripped the thong off your body and marveled at how wet your pussy was. You wanted to curse him out for ruining your favorite pair of underwear but when his mouth made contact with your clit, you couldn’t think or see straight. The feeling on his tongue licking strips up your pussy, lapping up all of the wetness before attaching itself to your clit, was a feeling that made you forget your own name. It didn’t take long before you could feel the need to cum building up, the tension in your stomach being almost too much to bear.

“Oh, fuck Masey I’m going to cum” you just about managed to get the words out in-between moans that sent shockwaves to Masons throbbing cock.

“Cum baby. Cum and I’ll fuck your brains out” His words were accompanied by his tongue dipping into your pussy and his thumb coming up to rub circles on your overstimulated clit. It took seconds after that for you to reach your peak, letting out moans that could rival a pornstars.

“Let me ride you” you asked Mason once you had ridden out your orgasm. Mason said nothing, he simply picked you up and flipped you, so you were on top of him, your legs on either side of him.

“Fuck Y/N I don’t have a condom” Mason said, looking like he wanted to die, he needed you so badly, he really didn’t think he could walk away now without knowing what it feels like to be buried deep inside of you.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean” you told him and watched his eyes pop out of his head, clearly not able to believe his luck.

“So- So am I” he stuttered out before crashing his lips onto yours. You reached for his cock, lining it up with your pussy. Mason hissed at the feeling of you slowly lowering yourself onto him and you felt tears fill the brim of your eyes, the burn of being stretched out being almost too much to handle.

“You’re so big Masey, you fill me up so well” you said as the pain started to subside, being replaced with pleasure. After giving yourself some time to get used to his size, you started bouncing on top of him, moans spilling out of your mouth almost constantly, your hands resting on his chest, digging your nails into his skin.

“My god you feel like heaven baby girl” Mason said through gritted teeth, one hand coming to massage your ass the other reaching up to your neck, not yet applying pressure but even the slight sensation had you moving faster on his dick, even more moans falling from your lips.

“I’m not going to last long baby; I’ve dreamt of this for so long” Mason said breathlessly, moving his hand from your neck to your clit, before he started thrusting into you, taking control.

“Cum on my dick and then let me fill you up. I’ll bet you look so pretty filled up with my cum” his words, the speed of which he was fucking you and his expert fingers got you to your point of release very quickly. You came harder this time, your pussy clenching around Mason’s dick like you were made for each other. He let you ride out your orgasm before flipping you around, so your back was on the bed, and started thrusting into you rough and fast. The scene of you on your back for him, tits bouncing up and down as he fucked you drove him crazy. His thrusts quickly became sloppy, a tell tell sign he was close, he brought his mouth down to yours, kissing you like a man starved as he reached his climax. You could feel his dick twitch in your over-stimulated pussy as he released himself inside you, his cum coating your walls. Exhausted, he collapsed onto you, his forehead pressed right against yours.

“Why the fuck did we wait so long to do that?”

There is an indentation in the shape of you Only bought this dress so you could take it off You made your mark on me, golden tattoo Only bought this dress so you could take it off

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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 1

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader)Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 3631 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together.

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

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(21 years old)

'All right, team,' Y/N Prince addressed her small group of young heroes. 'Good work today. Now go hit the showers and enjoy a nice quiet night in. You've earned it.'

'So crash!' Bart cried with an energetic jump. If anyone were to guess how the team's week had been solely based on Bart's energy, they would've said it had been cruisy. Not that Y/N had led a covert task force over the past week into Bialya to take down meta-human trafficking outposts.

Y/N watched with pride as Bart and Jaime bantered on their way out, followed by Stephanie and Cassie chatting excitedly about something, all the while Tim and Cassie held hands quietly. It had surprised the team a little how, out of the blue, the two of them were dating. But if Wally's death had taught them all anything, it was that time was too precious to waste in their line of work. They'd been together ever since.

Two years, Y/N mentally noted, and suddenly the adrenaline she'd been running on for the past week died as the last of the team exited the entrance chamber of the Watchtower. Exhaustion weighed down on her spent body, but an extra weight now sat in heart. Has it really been that long already?

So much had changed in that time. Like how the Young Justice began working out of the Watchtower alongside the Justice League, having both the Hall of Justice and Mount Justice destroyed by the Reach and the Light respectively. M'gann and Connor were back together, having finally gotten over their differences and accepted their mistakes. Also, Kaldur had been offered a position in the Justice League following the retirement of his king, and so Kaldur took his place as the new Aquaman in the Justice League. M'gann was promoted to new team leader, with Connor and Y/N assisting her as senior members of the team.

Some things had remained the same, however. Like the team's energy and slight dysfunction that always made Y/N feel at home. They weren't perfect, but what family ever is?

Dick was still gone. So was Artemis. She'd, understandably, retired as Green Arrow's protégé immediately after Wally's death, assuming her undercover identity Tigress instead and going off on her own. Neither had stayed in touch with anyone on the team.

You're my best friend. Always have been, always will be...

'Yeah right,' Y/N mumbled bitterly as she made her way to the conference room. No doubt that'd be where M'gann and Connor were waiting for her to debrief the mission.

Upon entering the room with the long table, she was immediately embraced by M'gann. 'Welcome back,' she said, squeezing Y/N tighter. 'We're so glad you're okay.'

Y/N smiled softly as she embraced M'gann in return. 'You ever doubted me?'

'No,' Connor answered, 'but you can never be too cautious right?'

Y/N let go of M'gann to hug Connor as well. Since getting back together, Connor wasn't as emotionally suppressed as he'd initially been. It was nice seeing him this way, more happy and free. The same effect had happened to M'gann, who (only around the team and the Justice League) revealed her white martian self proudly instead of pretending to be something she wasn't.

'You're right,' Y/N said as she released him, then the three of them took a seat to discuss the mission.

The debrief didn't take long, there wasn't much to report on as all out-posts had been hit successfully, putting Queen Bee's meta-human trafficking at least a little behind.

'It's not much, but it's the best we could do with the little information we got,' Y/N admitted. 'I dislike Queen Bee and her minions as much as the next person, but I've got to give it to her, she knows how to keep things under wraps.'

M'gann reached across from where she sat and closed her hand over Y/N's. 'Y/N, the mission was a success,' M'gann insisted. 'And what's most important is that you brought everyone home. Alive.'

Y/N heard the underlying fear in her words, the memory she was thinking of as she spoke them. Y/N twisted her hand over to clasp M'gann's in return. 'I know,' she said softly. 'But I just... we haven't so much as put a dent into the underbelly of meta-human trafficking in the two years it's been running. Somedays... Somedays I just feel so useless.'

'I know, Y/N,' Connor reassured. 'But we've just got to trust that our hard work will pay off eventually. I know it doesn't seem like much now, but every mission counts. Don't be so hard on yourself.'

Y/N withdrew her hand at the comment, hastily standing up. 'Don't be hard on myself? My mother is Wonder Woman, is the Champion of Themyscira, a World War II hero, and had already saved the world once by my age now. My father was a fighter pilot in the Iran-Iraq war and died fighting for his country,' she said angrily. 'And what am I doing? Hiding under the protection of darkness, taking out small outposts that will just be rebuilt elsewhere just as quickly? How can I not be hard on myself?'

At M'gann's taken aback expression, Y/N felt slightly guilty for raising her voice. But they just didn't understand. All her life, she'd been training and fighting for her supposed "destiny". Surely this wasn't it.

'I'm sorry,' Y/N said, forcing herself to calm down. 'I just...'

'You don't have to a apologise,' M'gann interrupted, standing and walking over to Y/N to clasp their hands together. 'After all we've done together, I understand that what we do now doesn't seem like enough. But I can tell you were made for more.'

Y/N offered her a grateful smile and M'gann let their hands drop. 'I should go. Mother and I have patrol in Washington DC tonight.'

'Already?' M'gann asked, face dropping with disappointment. 'But you just got back. Surely she knows that.'

'Unfortunately, even in the country's capital, crime never sleeps. I'm just grateful it's nothing like Gotham,' Y/N said.

'I agree,' Connor said. 'Visited there once with-' He paused for a moment, eyes growing wary as he looked between Y/N and M'gann. But Y/N already knew what he was going to say and gave him a slight nod to continue anyway. 'With Dick. We did patrol once there together. To put it simply, they're all nutcases there.'

Y/N managed an amused half-smile. 'You're not wrong there,' she said, then made her way to the door. Before she reached the doorknob, M'gann called out.

'Maybe when you're free next, you can join us for dinner at home,' she offered, her eyes hopeful as she waited Y/N's answer.

'Yeah,' she eventually answered though it wasn't as enthusiastic as she should've been. 'Yeah, that'd be nice. I'll talk to you guys soon. Don't stay up here too late.'

It had to be close to 7pm in Washington DC at least, so there weren't many people still left in the Watchtower. Just those from the League and her team that were rostered for overnight supervision. Y/N made sure to greet each person she walked by on the way to the Zeta-tubes. But just as she was about to dial in her code to leave, a resounding voice made her pause.

'Wonderess,' Kaldur called. 'Not even a hello before you head off for another mission?'

Y/N smirked as she turned back around to face the new hero of Atlantis. 'I'm sorry, Aquaman,' she said in an exaggerated tone. 'Not all of us can sit around having team parties with our Justice League buddies.'

To anyone else, it would've been taken as an insult. But Kaldur saw her humour and smiled. 'Oh is that what this is about? You know the League do more than just chit chat.'

Y/N shook her head. 'I don't know. The mess you guys left behind in the conference room before I left tells another story.'

As Kaldur approached Y/N, the sarcastic banter dropped as they both embraced each other. Kaldur had grown into a fit, muscular man, and now stood a good head taller than Y/N. His uniform was more or less the same as it had always been, except now both his arms were covered from shoulder-to-finger in gold armour. He certainly was no longer just a young lad, but the man his predecessor saw he could become.

'It is good to see you, Y/N,' Kaldur said softly as he pulled away.

'And you, old friend,' Y/N replied, a genuine smile splitting her lips.

'I heard you went into Bialyan territory,' Kaldur continued. 'I am glad to see you and the rest of the team are unharmed.'

'Well, the team are no longer just children' Y/N said, 'but it was a simple enough mission too. Nothing too dangerous.'

Kaldur's brows furrowed together as he looked over Y/N. 'I sense you are not happy with something. Wasn't the mission successful as I have heard?'

Y/N let out a soft sigh. 'It's not that I'm not happy with the mission's success. Of course I'm happy we all got home okay. I just...' She didn't really feel like explaining herself again, but Kaldur nodded in understanding.

'You feel stuck,' he finished, to which Y/N nodded in confirmation. Kaldur turned so he could look to the giant windows of the Watchtower's entrance chamber. They framed Earth in a way that made it seem both ginormous and insignificant at the same time. 'The League is in a similar position, I am afraid to admit. Some days there is progress. Other days, it feels like I wait so much I am afraid I will freeze in one spot.'

'How do you combat that?' Y/N asked.

Kaldur turned back to Y/N, his face softened with a small smile. 'I train.'

'That's it?' Y/N asked, not quite believing her friend.

He shrugged his shoulders. 'Amongst other things, yes. I train, I go home, I see my family, I laugh with my friends. I do all these things to remind myself why I am here. Why I do what I do. It sounds to me like you need to remind yourself why you are here.'

'Because of the team,' she said without hesitation. He hadn't asked a question, but she felt she needed to justify herself. 'Because I can't just desert them, not when they're working so hard.'

'And yet you feel you are not doing enough,' Kaldur countered, his teal eyes gazing hard at her. 'Why?'

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but no answer came.

'Y/N,' Kaldur continued. 'Why do you feel the need to stay when you don't want to be there?'

'I do want to stay-'

'Don't lie to me, Y/N,' Kaldur interrupted.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she looked from Kaldur, to the conference room door where M'gann and Connor still were, and back to Kaldur. Seeing no escape from his fierce questioning, she caved.

'It's not that I don't want to stay,' she admitted quietly. 'I love the kids, I love the team. I'm just... so tired, Kaldur. Of doing the same thing week in and week out and getting nowhere. But if I leave, I don't want the team to think I'm abandoning them. Not like-'

Y/N bit her lip at the thought of him. No, she wouldn't leave. She just wouldn't.

Kaldur pressed his lips into a firm line. 'Dick needed to reforge his own path. He was grieving in his own way.'

'Well I was grieving, too,' Y/N countered, a sudden surge of anger flaring up inside her. How dare Kaldur defend Dick. 'And I had to get on with my life because the team needed me. We needed him, Kaldur. I needed him, and he just left.'

Y/N bowed her head to collect her thoughts and calm down. That's two friends she had yelled at for no reason. Before she could apologise though, Kaldur placed a hand on her shoulder, and she raised her head to find him looking directly into her eyes.

'I cannot say I am not also disappointed in our friend,' Kaldur admitted sadly. 'I did not expect him to become so closed off for so long. But you've helped rebuild this team from the grief and pain it experienced when Wally died. I think you've earned the right to decide where you go from here, Y/N, without feeling guilty or selfish if your wish is not to stay with the team. In my opinion, you were made for more than this.'

'That's funny,' Y/N said in a flat voice. 'You're the second person today to tell me that.'

'Maybe because it is true,' Kaldur said sincerely. 'You know you still have a place in the Justice League whenever you'd like to join us. I would be honoured and happy to fight alongside a warrior such as yourself again. It would be like old times.'

Y/N offered a grateful smile as she patted Kaldur's hand that still rested on her shoulder. 'Thanks Kaldur, but I'm not ready for that just yet. Besides, you don't need two Amazonians running the show. And let's be real, we would so be in charge of you boys.'

The two shared quiet laughter as Kaldur's hand retuned to his side. 'Very well, then. So what will your decision be, Wonderess?'

Y/N looked to the Earth and space beyond it once more. Her heart and head were tearing her in two. She truly loved being a part of the team, but something inside her agreed with M'gann and Kaldur. Surely she was meant for more. But what exactly that was, she had to go find out.

'I think you're right, Kaldur,' she finally said, turning back to face her friend. 'I think I need to remind myself why I am here in the first place. And that comes from knowing who I am to begin with.'

Kaldur's face pinched in slight confusion. 'I'm sorry, but I do not follow.'

Y/N didn't answer straight away. Instead, she turned to dial in her code to exit the Watchtower. 'B-00: Wonderess,' the computer announced as the Zeta-tube activated.

She then finally turned back to Kaldur. 'I need to know where I've been to then know where I will go,' she said. 'I need to go back to where it all started.'

'And where's that?' Kaldur asked.

'With my mother,' she answered, then spared him one last sweet smile. 'Tell M'gann and Connor and the team I'm sorry.'

Kaldur looked as if he wanted to say something, ask more questions. But Kaldur was always more insightful than the rest of their group. He didn't always need an explanation. He just somehow knew, and so Y/N was grateful when he accepted her words with a simple nod of his head.

'Be safe, dear friend,' he said in farewell. 'May destiny be kind to you, wherever it leads you.'

Y/N nodded her appreciation and entered the Zeta-tube. It was always a weird sensation travelling by Zeta-tube, like a million light pricks into every part of the body. Thankfully the trip was quick to the Zeta tube depot in Washington DC, with Y/N walking out of an abandoned janitor's closest in the post office down the road from her apartment.

She smiled and waved down to civilians as she flew over the busy streets, but she flew as fast as she could to the meeting point.

Her mother casually sat atop the Washington Monument as Y/N approached, floating just in front of her. 'I was starting to worry you had gotten caught in Bialya,' Diana joked as she stood to greet her daughter. 'Welcome home, my daughter.'

'Good to see you, Mother,' Y/N said, and the two briefly embraced.

'Now that you're here,' Diana said, prepping to take off for the usual patrol, 'why don't we get going.'

'Actually, Mother, there is something I wanted to talk to you about first,' Y/N interrupted.

Diana raised an eyebrow. 'Really? And what would that be?'

Y/N took a deep breath in before she spoke the words. But when she did, she had never been more sure. 'I want you to take me back to your home. To Themyscira.'

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Since she was a little girl, Y/N had heard hundreds of stories from her mother about the homeland of the Amazons. How beautiful it was with its architecture, its nature, and the women who ruled the island. She'd always dreamed of someday going there, but her mother said it was impossible to find it.

Except she failed to mention that despite leaving the island and forgetting where it was located, Diana had been gifted a compass that would always lead her back home, but only if she used it. It would not work without Amazonian hands.

So after all the storytelling and all the dreaming, nothing came close to actually witnessing Themyscira in the flesh.

Y/N stood speechless on the beach, looking up at the steps that led up to the first level of the city that seemed to climb higher and higher towards the sky. It was something out of the Ancient Greek text books Diana used to make Y/N read as a child, but even more fantastical and wondrous.

It wasn't just the visuals, though. Since the Invisible Jet broke through the barrier that hid Themyscira, Y/N had felt a pull of sorts towards the island. Now that she stood on its soil, she felt a warm energy wash over her, strengthen her, pull her into its embrace as if to say, Welcome home at last.

An entourage of women in red leather slitted skirts, plated tops, and armour while holding spears followed behind a woman dressed in white and purple robes. Ebony hair billowed out behind her golden leaf crown, the grey strands in between looking more silver as they caught the midday sun.

Y/N knew immediately who she was. Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. Her grandmother.

As Hippolyta approached Y/N and Diana, she opened her arms to take her daughter's face into her hands. 'Diana,' she said, bringing her lips to her daughter's forehead in a simple kiss. 'Welcome home.'

'Thank you, Mother,' Diana said, and Y/N could tell by her mother's smile that she was joyous to be home. 'I'm sorry it took me so long.'

'Do not worry about that, child,' Hippolyta reassured. 'You are here now.'

She then looked over to Y/N, and for some reason Y/N straightened up, flattened out her Wonderess uniform, made sure her hair was tucked behind her headband. Y/N was briefly taken back to the time she (consciously) remembered meeting her grandparents on her father's side. All dressed up so as to make a good impression.

Y/N held her breath as Hippolyta walked slowly over to her, grey eyes scanning every inch of Y/N's figure in silence. When she'd done a cursory glance, she then stepped closer and took Y/N's face into her hands. Y/N was unable to look away from Hippolyta as the older woman caressed and poked and prodded at her features.

At last, Hippolyta stopped and her hands dropped to Y/N's shoulders. A kind, joyous smile graced the older woman's features. 'You have my daughter's eyes,' she said quietly, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 'So kind and forthright. What is your name child?'

'Y/N Prince,' Y/N managed to get out once she caught her breath. 'Daughter of Steve Trevor...' Her gaze flickered to her mother, and the two shared a smile. '...and Diana Prince, Princess of Themyscira.'

Y/N looked back to see Hippolyta tearing up as realisation finally hit her. 'I have a granddaughter,' she said as she finally embraced Y/N completely, to which Y/N reciprocated and the entourage of Amazonians cheered and smashed their shields with their spears in celebration.

Hippolyta let go of Y/N to clasp one of her hands as she went to grab her daughter's hand. She then turned the three of them to face the crowd. 'My daughter and your champion, and my granddaughter have come home!'

More cheers erupted.

'Let us prepare a feast in their honour,' Hippolyta continued, and when the crowd began to disperse, she turned to Diana and Y/N to speak more quietly. 'I am sure you have both come here for a reason, and not just to say hello.'

'You are correct, Mother,' Diana said. 'It seems as though I have neglected our origins as Amazonians for too long and can no longer teach Y/N our ways.'

'I wish to learn who I am,' Y/N added. 'I wish to know where I come from, so that I may know where I must go next.'

'And how long do you believe that will take?' Hippolyta asked.

'As long as it takes,' Y/N answered, more certain than ever before. 'I don't care what I must do, Your Majesty. I will follow your guidance, as my mother once did.'

Hippolyta considered Y/N for a moment, then spared Diana an impressed smirk. 'Well, you taught her one thing, Diana.'

'What's that mother?' Diana asked.

'Your steadfast stubbornness.' Hippolyta looked back to Y/N. 'Very well, granddaughter. You will train among the other warriors. I just hope you know it won't be as easy as you might think.'

'Trust me,' Y/N replied, 'I'm hoping it isn't.'

Hippolyta's smile widened and her eyes sparkled with excitement. 'That attitude is already a good start. Come, we will talk of this later. First, let us celebrate this homecoming.'

That night Y/N ate and drank and danced among women like her, some older, some younger, some taller, some stronger. And she had never felt more at home, more recognised and celebrated. She'd had her doubts if she had made the right decision, but now she had no doubt.

She was where she belonged.

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NATASHAS SONG

SUMMARY — what if melina and alexei ran away with natasha and yelena instead of going back to the red room? what if you fell in love with your childhood best friend with blue hair and a stubborn personality? she said, i was seven and you were nine, i looked at you like the stars that shine, in the sky, the pretty lights

WARNINGS — mentions of child abuse, the red room, soft melina, firecracker yelena, domestic alexei who knows better then to go against his wife’s wishes, hurt/comfort, found family

For the first seven years of your life, yelling was a pretty normal thing. Your mother yelled from the minute her eyes opened to the very last second before they closed, and somewhere in between all that yelling, there was hitting. She never tried to be a mean person, but she was insecure and not at all ready for kids when she fell pregnant at nineteen and was kicked out of her parents house. The both of you kind of floated around for a little bit. Your father worked a couple of jobs, but never long enough to truly settle down someplace, and he was off on the road more times then he was home anyways. But when you moved to Ohio, something changed. Your mom was still mean, your arms were still bruised, but your spirit wasn’t so crushed. Maybe it had to do with a little blue haired girl and her firecracker sister who lived next door.

It was Spring when you moved to that small town in Ohio, barely a mile long and kids at every corner, all playing on bikes and old swing sets, laughing until the street lights came on and they were called inside for dinner. You hadn’t seen her at first, but two weeks later, she was outside on a bicycle, pedaling angrily down the hill. You watched from your front steps as her front tire got caught on a rock, and the wheels spun out before she could hit the breaks, sending her to the pavement in seconds that felt like minutes to you. She didn’t cry. That was the first thing you noticed. She just stood up, bleeding knee and elbow and all, and muttered words to herself that were incomprehensible because of the distance between you. You met her halfway, her bike being walked beside her and a limp just barely noticeable, like she was trying to hide the pain she was in.

“I saw you fall.” Your words made her blush. They were blunt, not offering any emotion that gave away if you were concerned or rather just amused by her mistake, but your tone was soft. It felt almost contradictory, like you cared but didn’t at the same time.

Her chest puffed outward, like a threatened puffer fish desperately trying to defend itself, and then the stubborn response fell from her lips, “I didn’t fall.”

You just stared at her for a second, wondering if she was being serious. Even if you hadn’t seen the entire event play by play, her knee and her elbow were still bleeding, and her bike was scrapped up. It was evident something had happened. “You did.”

“No I didn’t.” She got closer to your face, hands balling into fists. She didn’t like that you’d seen her so weak, and that you gave no indication of your feelings about it, and even more so that she couldn’t read you enough to decipher your emotions, but you didn’t see that. All you saw was an angry little girl with the same characteristics as your mother before she struck. Shrinking backward, you meekly pointed to your front steps, where your bottle of bubbles was abandoned.

“I have bandaids.”

She followed you back to the house silently, scratched up bike trailing beside her.

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The days progressed slowly after your first initial meeting. It was a mutual friendship between the both of you, even if she was stubborn and you were quiet. Yelena did the talking for the most part, directing you with what she wanted to play and how she wanted to do it. Everyday that your father was away from the house, your mother seemed to get more unbearable, and by the end of the first month in Ohio the house was littered with crushed beer cans, but Natasha and Yelena were your escape. You never said much, or anything really, but it worked for you three. Natasha was quiet as well, whether it was because of you, or that was just her, you weren’t really sure, but neither of you had any qualms about following the blonde toddler around and doing as she instructed.

Yelena's favorite game was something Natasha had named upside down. Not the most creative, but telling of the activity. Yelena would force the both of you into backbends, and then fall into one herself, doing everything she could to make you both fall down before she did. The winner got nothing but bragging rights util the next round, but it was enough for her. Natasha never fell, but you let Yelena think she was beating you each and every time. There was no way Natasha didn’t know what you were doing, but she never said anything. Not until one night, when you were upside down and the bottom of your shirt rose to just above your belly button from how much you’d been swaying. She was behind you, watching your every move with her usual stoic expression, but her face melted into concern when she noticed the bruises littering your otherwise unmarked by life skin. It was the first time you’d seen anything but indifference from her.

She fell from her backbend first, ignoring Yelena’s victorious chants and taunts. She pushed you out of yours, your butt landing in a patch of dead grass and dirt, almost certain there was an ant hill beneath your body. You looked up at her in pure shock, spluttering to find words but failing. “Why did you do that?” It was the only thing you could think to say. You had no idea your shirt had risen, no idea that a small fraction of your truth was now out in the open and not confined to your one-story house how you liked it.

“How did you get that bruise?” She was blunt, to the point, an exact replica of how you’d been on that first day. Your head tilted to the right, eyes searching your body and finding no exposed skin that would give her any indication that your body was severely bruised and aching beneath your clothes. “On your stomach. Your shirt came up, I saw it.”

You shook your head, standing on your own two feet so you didn’t feel so small beneath her. You already felt small enough. You already had no power. “It was probably just a shadow.”

“I know what a bruise looks like.” She rebutted, the same stubborn fire burning in her eyes that you’d never seen crack even once. There was a hint of something in them, something that wasn’t stubbornness, but there wasn’t enough to tell what it was. Her hands reached for the hem of your shirt, but you’d run off before she could find out for herself. You faintly heard Yelena yelling at her sister for ruining the game, but you didn’t look back, not even once.

That night, you had no idea that Natasha had gone to her mother, and told her about the inky purple discoloration around your belly button, and you wouldn’t for a few months afterward, but it didn’t matter. You spent the next two weeks inside, avoiding Natasha and Yelena and hoping that they’d forget about it when you saw them next. They never did.

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It was around Christmas time when your father finally came home for longer than a couple nights at a time. Things were better when he was around, your mother wasn’t so bold, and the drinking wasn’t as heavy, but things were still bad. Highschool sweethearts with an accidental pregnancy and very little money could only last so long without chaos, and it seemed that they had reached the end of their rope. It was Christmas Eve when the fighting got so loud you could hear it through your closed bedroom door, even with your pillow over your ears and your small, trembling hands holding it there. When your father stormed out after fights, it's when your mother came to find you, and even if things were better, you still ended up with bruises that you had to find a way to hide from Natasha and her inquisitive stare.

It was after midnight when you’d finally had enough, glass shattering against a wall somewhere in the living room. Your mother was throwing things again, and the closer it got to your bedroom, the less you felt welcome. You snuck out of the window, only grabbing your favorite stuffed animal before you were migrating into Natasha’s backyard, through a hole in the bottom of the fence that got bigger every time somebody crawled through it, and knocked on the sliding glass door meekly. Melina was awake, nursing a glass of red wine while Alexei wrapped presents that were probably from Santa. The christmas tree was still lit up with hundreds of multi-colored bulbs, and you could spy a few handmade ornaments on the bottom of the tree that had Yelena’s name messily sprawled across them.

Both heads snapped toward you, hands twitching like they were about to reach for something, but defenses dropped when they saw your tear stained face and bare feet. Your tattered princess pajamas were worn, and the wrist length sleeves only came past your elbows, and the ankle length pants only came past your knees. Illuminated by the yellow glow of the house, every bruise on your soft skin was visible.

“Y/N.” Melina could only whisper your name into the night, too startled by what she saw to say anything else. Her arms felt maternal around your midsection as she hugged you, but your nerves were too shot by the hours of endless fighting and violence to respond properly, or at all. It seemed you were right back to that all too quiet little girl Natasha had finally broken down.

You didn’t have to say why you were there. With the sliding glass door open, both Melina and Alexei could hear shattering glass and loud cusses that were so vulgar, even they winced. Melina ushered you inside, while Alexei grabbed cookies from the kitchen to hopefully entice your walls to drop down. They’d seen you playing with Natasha and Yelena, and how you had become carefree and silly, but the girl before them now was practically a ghost.

After a few cookies, which you sheepishly munched on, anticipating them to be taken from you at any moment, you couldn't stop yourself from yawning. Melina smiled warmly, her hand hadn’t left your back since she ushered you to the couch, insisting that you eat a few cookies before doing anything else, but now it rubbed your back so comfortingly and soft, you almost started crying all over again. “Natasha and Yelena’s room is just to the left down that hallway. I can walk you there. You should get some sleep.”

“Home.” It was the first thing you said, and Melina almost crumbled hearing how soft your trembling syllables came out. She hadn’t spoken to you directly, letting Natasha and Yelena have their relationships without meddling too far, but she fell in love with you instantly. She wondered how anyone could ever hurt you, but she knew all too well how evil the world could be. She didn’t need to dwell on the question for too long to know it was just how some people were.

“You’re not going home tonight.” There was something in her voice, a faint twist of words that didn’t sound entirely american, now you know why, but then, you’d just chalked it up to exhaustion. “The girls will be so happy to have you here tomorrow. Alexei plans on making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, does that sound nice?”

With how small you were, brittle bones visible in every nook and cranny of your small body, Melina figured you weren’t fed as often as you should be. The dips in your collarbone and notches in your back from the impression of your spine are an obvious tell of malnourishment, but she doesn’t say that to you. Even thirty years later, she’d never once brought it up if you didn’t lead the conversation, and you were eternally grateful.

You nod sheepishly, only standing from the couch when she does first. You're still holding the white porcelain plate that chocolate chip cookies were once on, looking like a deer in headlights as you awaited directions for what to do with the plate. Melina smiled warmly, and it was being taken from your hands before you could worry too much. “Alexei will wash that, he’s still got dishes from dinner to catch up on.”

“It is your night to do… Um, yes. I have so many dishes to do, I will do that now.” He fumbled over his words after Melina sent him a pointed look. Under different circumstances you would’ve giggled, but instead, you just nodded and let yourself be led deeper into the house, until you made it to Natasha and Yelena’s bedroom, where whispering was blatantly obvious, not to mention the faint glow of yellow light escaping beneath the gap in the door.

Melina knocked before she entered, visibly amused with how quickly Natasha had shut off her flashlight and Yelena had covered her head with a soft pink blanket. You only realized now how cold you were, no shoes on your feet and skin exposed to the brutal Ohio winter despite the heat in the house. “I know you're awake, big girl. It’s alright.” The tone she used with Natasha made your heart ache, but you ignored the jealousy. Natasha deserved to have good parents, you couldn’t change yours, so you’d just have to deal.

“Mama, it’s Christmas Eve. Santa’s gonna come!” Yelena breathed in one breath, giving away her fake sleeping though you suspected Melina already knew. Natasha held her breath, almost like she knew something sinister that Yelena didn’t, but Melina sent her a wink and then looked back to her youngest firecracker.

“Santa’s already been. You’ll see it all in the morning.” The twinkle in Melina’s voice was nice, something you could’ve melted into if you weren’t so distraught from what you’d ran away from just an hour prior.

Yelena gasped, looking between her big sister and her mother in amazement, “You saw Santa?!”

“Mhm, we had a lovely chat about cheeky little girls who try to catch him when they know the rules. He’s asked you don’t peek until morning when we can open them together.” Yelena nods dutifully, and something in Natasha’s face says that this is new to her, that maybe life isn’t always as perfect as this moment. It makes you feel better, to know that maybe your house isn’t the only one with flaws.

“Mama, why is Y/N here?” Yelena asks the question on both girls' minds, and you notice that Natasha’s back straightens and she really takes in your appearance, trying not to let you see how she’s analyzing every bruise on your body.

“She’s going to be sleeping over. Why don’t you pull out your favorite pair of jammies for her, yes? These are a bit small.” You want to protest, and say that you’re okay, but Melina puts a hand on your shoulder like she can read your mind, and it silences any attempt you would’ve made to say that you're okay as you are.

Yelena races to hand you a pair of purple pajamas with ponies on the top. You recognize the characters from a few of her outside clothes, Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle the ones occupying this pair. “She can sleep in my bed with me, Mama.” Natasha offers, and Melina praises her for her generosity before she’s ushering you into a bathroom just two doors down from the bedroom.

“May I help you, Y/N? I want to make sure there aren’t any cuts that need cleaning.” Melina lifts you onto the counter, not really waiting for you to agree, because she has a feeling you will anyway. The desperate desire to please her breaks her spirit a bit, but she doesn’t let you see that.

“No cuts.” You tell her, voice so quiet it's almost entirely drowned out by the overhead fan that’s intended to suck the moisture from the air when the shower is going. Melina hums, but she undresses you anyway, keeping her composure just barely as she sees all of the bruises that hide beneath the tattered fabric of your princess pajamas. “These are my favorite ones.” You don’t tell her they’re your only ones, because it doesn’t really matter, they were a gift for your fourth birthday, and despite the tight fit and holes, they were your absolute favorite.

“We’ll get you new ones.” It’s a promise, but you don’t say anything, you have a feeling it doesn’t matter if you protest, you’ll be getting new princess pajamas either way, and being defiant with somebody who is only trying to help you isn’t why you ran over here. You just nod weakly, letting Melina inspect your bruises and avoiding eye contact at all cost. “Yelena’s might be a bit big on you, she’s quite a few inches taller. How old are you, sweetheart?” There’s a word on the tip of her tongue that she doesn’t say, but you don’t think anything of it. Later, a few years down the line, you’ll know that she intended on calling you a russian pet name, but for now, you just excuse her odd behavior and accent as exhaustion on both your parts.

“Seven.” You hold up seven fingers, the first sign of a little girl you show her. Her Yelena does the same any time she’s asked her age, holding up three fingers proudly, but always following up with how she’s going to be four soon. It’s an endearing habit that Natasha was never conditioned to adhere to, but Melina wishes she was. Melina wishes so much for Natasha, but being a widow had come first for so long.

“Just a few years younger than Natasha.” Melina makes conversation, although you’re already aware that your friend is nine, almost ten. You appreciate the conversation, even if you're reluctant in joining it. “I’ve seen you climb that tree in the backyard. Yelena wants to be just like you, but she’s a bit sheepish when it comes to heights.”

Your eyes sparkle like the stars that shine overhead in the sky when no clouds are present, and its so endearing that Melina almost cries. “Really? Like me?”

“My girls are quite fond of you, and I can see why. Now, stay put while I grab a wash towel, okay? These feet are awfully dirty.” Melina traces a finger along the soul of your foot, and you wiggle away from the ticklish sensation with a shy grin. She’s back in only seconds, with a washcloth that also has the same ponies on it as the shirt she’s folded and placed on the counter beside you. “Yelena’s quite fond of My Little Pony, I hope these are okay for the night.”

You nod, not bothered by what design is on the clothes you’ve been given, just appreciative that you won't be so cold and exposed anymore. “You won’t tell, right? Mommy doesn’t mean to be mean, she’s just sad.”

Melina hates how gentle your heart is, how easy you are at forgiving her for hurting you, she tells Natasha so often to protect her heart, to not let Dreykov take it, but she wishes you would protect yourself. To realize how you're being treated isn’t what you deserve. She kisses your head when you're standing in front of her, feet clean and My Little Pony pajamas swimming on your frail body. You just look at her, with wide innocent eyes that are screaming for this kind of affection from your own parents.

Melina falls in love with you that night, and that house becomes your home for the next year.

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You’re eight when everything changes. Your father had left for good a few months before everything changed, packing up all of his things and kissing your head before he pulled out of the driveway like a bat out of hell and left you alone with your mother. You hadn’t seen him since, and the bad things had only gotten worse, but you’re able to hide it from everyone but Natasha and Melina. Alexei notices too, but he seems to notice your apprehension toward him, and lets his wife handle you mostly. He takes no offense, always offering you cookies when you sneak over in the middle of the night, and picking up treats for you in mind when he’s coming back from a day at the office. You feel a part of the family, and they’re all willing to welcome you.

It’s nine in the evening when you hear the whistle. You and Natasha had decided that you needed a secret code a few months ago, when she knocked on the door to ask if you could play and nobody answered. When you heard it that night, your mother had just finished taunting you, tearing apart a pair of pajamas Melina had purchased, and was now locked in her bedroom with a bottle of beer while you wept in the corner of your bedroom. Natasha had whistled, and a few minutes later you immersed on the porch with red rimmed eyes and the remnants of what was once a yellow set of jammies in your hands. Natasha didn’t ask, she already knew, but she didn’t have time to comfort you.

“We’re leaving. Mama wants you to come. Pack a bag and be outside in five minutes, Papa’s packing the car. We’re spies.” You just looked at her, unsure of if she was joking, but Natasha never joked. She was always serious, always stubborn, always telling the truth because she had no time for lies to fall apart in her hands. You admired that, because Yelena loved to spin lies into truths and confuse everyone with what actually happened.

You did as she asked, throwing the new princess pajamas into a backpack as well as a few outfits and your favorite stuffed animal. You didn’t need anything else, mostly because you didn’t have anything else. The tube of bubbles your mother had bought for you when you first moved to Ohio had run out, and nothing had been bought to replace them. All you had was a few pairs of pajamas and a couple outfits, all bought by Melina after she noticed your slim to none selection of clothing.

You met Natasha outside like she asked, and took one final look at that house before getting in the car, not knowing that you would never see it, or your mother, again.

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When you were fifteen and Natasha was sixteen, just a few days shy of her birthday, something changed between you. You're not sure when or how, but nothing was the same after that night, things only got better. You were somewhere in upstate New York, the fourth time you had moved that year, when you noticed how simple she looked beneath the moonlight. Her hair was no longer blue, but instead, her natural deep crimson color and tossed into a ponytail messily. It was slipping down from everything you’d done that day, but she didn’t fix it, just let a few wavy strands fall in front of her eyes without care. She wasn’t a fan of makeup, so her freckles were on full display as she looked at you, and as she leaned in closer, so close you could feel her exhale against your lips, so close, it felt like she was the only person in the world, and that was okay with you. You kissed that night, beneath the moonlight and the stars, and it was like everything that was ever out of place had finally fit together, like you had finally completed an old puzzle.

Melina and Alexei had seen the entire thing play out. The house was two stories, one of the bigger ones you’d been in since leaving Ohio behind, and the back porch overlooked a treehouse in the backyard. You spent almost all of your time in the treehouse, and while Yelena was out exploring the town, you and Natasha had settled into your favorite hideaway while Melina and Alexei nursed glasses of red. Neither were surprised, and neither questioned you when you finally came back inside with flushed cheeks and a sprinkle of something new in your eyes, just smiled at each other and placed a bet on how long it would take for you both to realize you’d been in love since that first night in Ohio with bandaids and scratched bikes.

You got married at twenty-three and twenty-five, and Alexei owed Melina twenty bucks, and all you did was laugh, and pop a bottle of champagne, and thank Ohio for the life it had given you.

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biggameplayertrentaa · 2 months

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When in Jamaica

word count: 4.5k

warning: smut 18+

Bold name or pronoun: POV

summary: distant family friends have a lot more in common than either initially assumed. shy!trent x virgin!reader.

author's note: shoutout to the anon who requested this, and credit to @trenty for the beautiful gif! I do hyperbolize tf outta the weather, so pls do not read too much into that.

I hope you enjoy it! Please lmk (in grave, borderline superfluous detail) of your all your thoughts.

Trent was sure he was liquidifying.

He stripped to just his briefs and fully opened all four of the large windows in the room, desperate to maybe tease out a breeze from the still air—it was all in vain. A thick layer of sweat still manifested, coating his body in almost a stifling way. Trent was irate–both by the tropical-sweat-inducing temperatures and by his decision to vacation in a location with said temperatures. Jamaica sounded lovely in theory…but in practice, the humidity coupled with the brutality of the sun made him almost wish he had chosen a destination with a climate he was more accustomed to.

Almost.

Jamaica really only seemed lovely because it was Y/N who had originally suggested the location in conversation with his mother, Dianne.

For as long as he could remember, you had always been around. Your mothers grew up together, dreaming of a future where they could raise their family alongside each other. This ultimately became a reality, solidifying your presence in his life as a constant. Despite this, Trent could probably count, on one hand, how many times the two of you engaged in conversation. This was, of course, his own fault, being naturally shy–a quality he adapted just as the two of you were growing into yourselves (i.e. when you developed breast and his voice started to crack) That, Trent concluded, was also when his subconscious crush on you became very much conscious, subsequently (and unknowingly) long-lasting, and pretty distracting.

He was 14 at the time and did not know what to do with the foreign feeling, so he suppressed it.

Now at 25, he still did not know what to do with the (still foreign) feeling, so he continued to suppress it. Awkwardly–at that, often flushed pink and stammering any time he was stuck near you.

Trent wanted that to change–he needed it to.

Not only did he find his crush entirely juvenile, but you weren’t necessarily someone who would be free and single forever. Trent viewed it as a now-or-never situation, deciding when he booked, that this would be the holiday where he would make some sort of effort to at least develop a proper friendship with you.

This plan was better said than done.

Though he had managed to stutter out a hi and how was your flight when you had first arrived at the villa and greeted him, he found himself at a complete loss attempting to formulate the appropriate words to trigger conversation.

(That was two days ago; he’d made no progress since).

Trent reached beside him, quickly retrieving his phone from the bedside table to check the time. It was just now hitting three in the morning. Sleep seemed like a nearly impossible feat, not only finding himself hot and uncomfortably sticky, but also parched. Eventually, he mustered up just enough energy to stand from his sprawled position and throw on his discarded tanktop. He contemplated pulling shorts over his briefs, but he found himself dripping in sweat and decided against it.

No one will be up at this hour, anyway, he thought to himself as he quietly opened the door to the room. Just as he expected, the villa was pitch black, the only sounds being the chatters of the night critters outdoors. “I don’t even sweat this much during matches.” He murmured to himself, padding through the dark corridors as mouse-like as possible, forcefully wiping at his perspiring forehead.

“Yeah, this heat is bordering on ridiculous.” The voice came from just over his shoulder, hushed but still loud enough for him to register who it belonged to. Trent stumbled to a halt. The pits of his stomach suddenly burned to a temperature that stood even to the degree outdoors. It jarred him. So much so that it stripped what little moisture his mouth had left and devoided his mind of nearly all of his learned social etiquettes.

Nearly.

“What are you doing up?” He kept his tone just as feathery light as yours as he turned to face you. Your hair was gathered at the top of your head– skin decorated with little beads of sweat as you stood there sporting a toothless grin and an oversized t-shirt that barely touched the skin above your knee.

“This heat makes me too angry to sleep. Next time you book a holiday in this beautiful country, make sure you book it during the winter season.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but was it not you who suggested Jamaica?”

“Don’t you put this on me. You had the power and credit card to say no.”

“I wouldn’t say no to you.” The words formulated on his tongue and sailed past his lips before his mind could stop them. You cocked a brow at him, a glint of something in your eye as you shamelessly cast a look over his figure. To prevent the nasty, heavy feeling of insecurity from consuming him under your belittling gaze, he allowed his own eyes to glide over your body. Accustomed to only throwing quick, fleeting looks your way through the years, Trent truly felt like a child allowed to roam wildly in a free candy shop. You were striking; utterly butterfly-inducing, especially looking at him the way you were.

“Come swim with me.” Your eyes hung low, voice notably dropping an octave or two as you motioned toward the garden where the inground pool resided.

“It’s like three in the morning?”

You rolled your eyes at this and scoffed. “You’re 25 Trent, not 65; live a little.” You said, playfully bumping his shoulder as you walked past him and toward the garden. “Come on.” This time, Trent did not question you, he simply trailed after you.

The garden was illuminated by nothing but the full moon and the white light coming from the pool. You waste no time ridding yourself of the oversized t-shirt, revealing the red bikini set underneath. You dip a testing toe in the clear water before seating yourself along the edge of the pool and sliding in. “Are you coming in or what?” Trent hadn’t noticed he was still wordlessly gawking at you. He cleared his throat.

“Right.” He reached behind him, bunching up the material of his tanktop near his neck, and forcefully tugged it over his head. He walked the short distance to the pool’s stairs and carefully descended them, instantly feeling refreshed despite the water’s temperature being lukewarm.

“Feel better?” You said as you made your way over to stand in front of him, lips still fixed in that toothless grin

“Much.”

“Trent?” You said after a comfortable pause, toothless grin now vacated from the premise of your face. He hummed in response, curious of the sudden change in your expression. “Has there ever been a problem between us?” You gestured between the two of you, your brows now stitched together.

“Problem? No-what makes you say that?” He stammered out, instinctively stepping a centimeter closer to you. Trent met your eye as you looked up at him, and immediately noted the absence of that glint. This, coupled with your grin-less lips left him feeling oddly anxious.

“For starters, this is the most you’ve talked to me.” You began with a chuckle, “And I also feel like you go out of your way to avoid me.” You said it lightly, and decorated it with a smile that he could easily see through. To him, you seemed almost confused–hurt even.

“Avoid you? That’s not–your–I.” Trent felt as if he was attempting to stand in quicksand–he couldn’t find his footing, let alone the words to explain himself and his innate bashfulness. He never once assumed his disposition could be read as anything but reservation. It almost made him sick to think he had been unknowingly upsetting you throughout the years. He gathered what little coherent thoughts he had and sucked in a breath, “It’s hard for me to be, you know, open.”

“Trent, our mums are practically sisters, they’re so close. I’ve known you for years; you’ve known me for years; I don’t understand your reservation towards me.” The crease just above your brows deepened as you expectantly stared at him. Trent couldn’t help but flick a glance towards your pouted lips–plump and vibrantly pink. He moistened his own before he responded.

“I know, its just-” He let out an exasperated breath–why was coherency such a difficult feat for him today? “You make me nervous. I get nervous around you.” Because you’re fit and witty and always smell like brown sugar cookies, he wanted to say, but the words were fisted away by logic and slight embarrassment.

“I make you nervous?” You sounded almost amused. Trent felt his cheek burn as he shifted his gaze toward the pool’s surface. You were standing close enough that your painted toes were nearly touching his. Before his mind could slip into a mode of overthinking, he felt the soft graze of your fingertip just below his chin. “Do I make you nervous, Trent?” You asked again once his gaze was back on yours. He nodded slowly, wordlessly. You stepped toward him, closing the half-inch of distance between the two of you. You threw a casual arm around his neck, leaning into him slightly so your chest was pressed to his. He could feel the erratic beating of your heart, the tempo nearly identical to his own. This soothed him, encouraging him to place a hand on the small of your back, pushing you even further into his bubble.

Trent didn’t really know what was happening; it was all surreal; but his moderate astonishment did not prevent him from sending a silent thank you to whatever entity was responsible for this complete anomaly.

“Can I ask why?” You whispered, your breath fanning over his lips.

“I feel like you already know the answer to that.” Your gaze danced between his lips and eyes. He resisted the numbing urge to kiss you; it was hard for him to believe that he was reading the situation right. Maybe this was a platonic embrace—

A ghost of a kiss on his parted lip diminished any doubt he may have had about reciprocated feelings. It was fleeting, soft. Before he could even think to deepen the kiss, you pulled away–just slightly with a parted mouth and unreadable expression. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-” Trent didn’t bother to let you finish. He cupped your face with both of his large hands and bent down until his lips were back on yours–exactly where they belonged. This kiss wasn’t feathery light and dripping in juvenile innocence.

This kiss was laced with heavy desire.

Yet it was still rhythmic–languid even. Trent was basking in it; loving the way your tongue dragged against his; swallowing your breathless moans any time he would teasingly nip at your lip. The feeling of your nails scratching lightly at the nape of his neck had him letting out little sighs of his own and pulling you even closer to him until he could feel his hardening bulge pressed against your bikini bottoms. He bit back a moan, regaining what little discipline he had to reluctantly pull away from you. Your eyes remained closed, swollen lips still puckered.

“Trent?” You said after a brief, comfortable silence. Had his name always sounded so beautiful rolling off your tongue? Or did the kiss finally make him aware of it?

“Y/N.” His lips brushed against yours as he murmured your name.

“Take me to your room.”

You

were sure that you were leaving a trail of water droplets as you quickly and quietly padded through the darkness. Trent was hot on your heel, fingers entangled in yours, occasionally stopping you mid-stride to pull you into another heavy kiss. Your mind was practically on autopilot, operating solely on the emotions you’ve had pent up for nearly a decade.

Trent had always been around. And for as long as he’s been around, you’ve had the most outrageous crush on him. He had always been quiet, closed off. His aloofness intrigued you, even if it often left you feeling oddly confused and insecure. You assumed his demeanor was a direct response to your forwardness–always being the one to greet him and start a conversation, so you suppressed your feelings and adopted a calmer, more platonic approach thinking it may trigger the development of some sort of relationship.

It never really did…until this holiday.

You had noticed the shift the second you greeted him upon arriving at the villa. Conversation was still minimal–awkward; but his actions were less subtle. He was blatant in his glances, more willing to engage in awkward chatter, and would even go out of his way to sit near you at supper. Though you didn’t automatically assume he harbored the same feeling you did, you still understood that something was different.

This something had you plotting; you needed to get him alone.

You had no idea that when you got up in blistering frustration from the heat, desperate to cool off via a dip in the pool, you would run into Mr. Alexander Arnold himself–just as exasperated and perspiring as you. Some would call that a coincidence; you would call it fate…and who were you to question fate? Of course, you had no idea that an innocent chat and cheeky night swim would lead to you being pushed up against the white walls of Trent’s room. But it was difficult to complain with his tongue dragging down the length of your neck.

“I don’t think you know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” It was breathed out between teasing neck bites. You sigh at his words, instinctively jerking your hips up to relieve some of the building tension in your core. You nearly moan when you feel his bulge pressed against your throbbing clit, the feeling forcing you to through your head back. You only relished in the blissful feeling for a moment–an ounce of sense somehow making itself known amid all the lustful feelings.

“Trent, wait.” He immediately halted, lifting his head so he could meet your eyes. A cocktail of confusion and worry was etched clearly on his face. You pecked his lips softly, hoping it would be enough to quietly reassure him he did nothing wrong. His expression softened–just slightly.

“You alright?” He rasped, thick brows knitted and low on his creased forehead.

“Yeah, I just–” You pushed out a breath and closed your eyes as you desperately searched for words that wouldn’t taint the mood the two of you had perfectly curated.

Your virginal status wasn’t something you constantly thought about, as it wasn’t necessarily a status you were maintaining for any significant purpose. You simply considered the current dating scene a cesspool, plagued by red-pill incels that viewed women as fleshlights as opposed to rounded human beings. Though you understood the concept of virginity to be a socially constructed one, you still maintained it, refusing to reward disgusting and objectifying behavior.

However, this did not mean you were prudish in any way.

You were well acquainted with your vibrator and your fingers. This, coupled with your love for filthy erotica novels served as a perfect substitute for any man and left you quite satisfied for many years. It was very rare for you to be in a position like this one, though. You dated; you even fooled around with those you dated, but it would stop and end before that next, penetrative step. You credited this to the nagging voice in your head who loved reminding you of all the Andrew Tate-esq content tainting all your socials.

The voice was nowhere to be found at this moment.

“I’ve never had sex.” You rushed out, immediately feeling your face burn as you witnessed Trent’s eyes widen. He lowered you until your feet touched the cool tile and took a half step away from you.

“Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t mean-” Trent’s stare was trained on his feet, left hand positioned on the back of his neck. “We can stop and like talk if you want?” You took that half-step towards him and placed an inviting hand on his cheek.

“I don’t want to talk, Trent.” Your voice is hoarse and low.

He looked up, one thick brow raised, “What do you want?” Your stomach flipped, mouth drying as you attempted to muster just enough confidence to say exactly what you wanted. Your eyes traveled from his eyes to the prominent bulge covered by his wet briefs. Your fingertips tingled with the urge to touch the clothed mound, wondering how delicious it would feel inside of you.

“I want you.” You pressed another fleeting kiss to his lips, hands reaching between the two of you to palm him lightly. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured-” You silenced him by slipping your hand into his briefs, taking his heavy cock in your hand. You gripped it, jerking up its length languidly, inciting the prettiest moan to slip past the barrier of Trent’s parted lips. The sound goes straight to your pussy.

“I’m sure, Trent. Please fuck me.”

You were swept off your toes in an instant; your mouth, immediately smothered by Trent’s in a feverish kiss. It wasn’t long before he was tossing you onto the bed, the mattress feeling cool on your damp skin. Trent hovered over you, one arm above his head, supporting his weight, as the other rested near your right leg. You felt a calloused hand smooth up your calf, sensually dragging against the length of it and then up to your thigh. He repeated this action, pairing it with opened-mouth kisses along the underside of your jaw.

“I want you to be–” He pressed a kiss to the skin of your jaw, “as comfortable–” then another on the corner of your mouth, “as possible, okay?” You nodded eagerly, ready for him to continue whatever sorcery he was conducting on you with his licks and caresses. You could feel how wet you were already–you were throbbing, clit pulsating to an aching beat.

“Okay, just please touch me.” He sniffed out a chuckle. Trent signaled for you to bend your knees as his fingers hooked around the material of the bottom of your bikini. His eyes never left yours, ridding you of the article of clothing, only shifting his gaze when you’re completely bare and visible to him. He licked his lips.

“Can I taste you?” He flicked a quick glance at you. You wordlessly state your consent with another eager nod. You push your thighs further apart as he moves his face until it is leveled with where you craved him most. His face is visible thanks to the moon’s bluish light, making the devilish smirk playing at his lips evident. He paused for a brief moment, nose nearly resting on your mound as he blew a warm gust of air on your clit before taking it into his mouth in a suctioned kiss. His name left your lips in a sigh. Your hands go to find the back of his head, pushing him even closer to you. He was ravenous in his assault; hungrily, sloppily, lapping at your cunt; occasionally slipping a tongue inside of you; even moaning against you as if it was he who was receiving the pleasure. Your thighs were shaking; skin, burning–not from the weather but from the magic that proved to be Trent Alexander-Arnold’s tongue.

“You taste so fucking good.” He praised, replacing his tongue with two fingers, slyly slipping them inside of you. “You feel so good wrapped tight around my fingers.” He cooed, “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” You mewl at his words, thighs trembling as he continued to finger you. “You okay? Baby, talk to me; tell me how you feel or I’ll stop.” Trent threatened. His tone makes your eyes flutter open in obedience.

“I feel good,” You gasped, “you’re making me feel so good, baby.”

“I know, baby.” Cooed Trent, moving so he was leveled with your face. He increased his pace, his palm hitting your clit each time he stroked his fingers inside of you. “Are you going to be my good girl and come on my fingers?” You nearly explode, his words immediately triggering an array of goosebumps to decorate your skin. You let out an almost sinful, guttural sound that Trent swallows by covering your mouth with his own.“Hmm,” He continued, not easing up in the slightest. “Are you going to give it to me, Y/N?” You only half heard his inquiry, ears ringing from the warmth engulfing the entirety of your shaking body. Your vision faded to black as your orgasm ripped through you like an unforgiving tidal wave. You attempted to regain a slither of composure as he withdrew his dripping fingers. Your vision was hazy, but through the vaseline-like blur, you see Trent dip his beautifully soiled fingers into his mouth.

With a wink, he asked, “You alright?” Again, all you can do is nod, disoriented from the mind-emptying orgasm he had just induced. “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.” He stood from the bed and crossed the room to the opened luggage position just below the sill of a large window. Still sporting his visibly tighter briefs, he rummaged through his belongings, occasionally tossing a shirt or a sock off to the side. You rose to rest on your forearms just as he turned to face you again. Between his fingers, a bright foiled square.

You cocked a brow at him, “Do you always keep a pack of rubbers in your luggage?” You half-teased, already hearing the familiar warning murmurs of that nagging voice.

“This was the same luggage I used for my trip to L.A.” He said sheepishly, placing a knee on the mattress. It sunk under his weight.

“So you were whoring it up in Cali?” You quipped.

“Unsuccessfully,” He laughed, “that box was unopened.” You quickly scanned his face for any trace of deceit. You came up short. Eased, you reached for the band of his briefs, tugging at it, expressing your desire for its removal. Trent obliged, placing the condom package between his teeth as he freed himself of the restrictive article. His cock sprung out, hitting the area just past his belly button in the most intimidating way. He fisted himself, making a move to open the package of the condom before abruptly stopping. He placed the package beside your head, slotting himself between your thighs, his cock still heavy in his palm. He dragged his oozing tip along your clit. You jerked your hip up at the contact, instantly wrapping your legs around his waist. He continued to do this, until your arousal, mixed with his precum, coated the head of his cock.

“Trent, please.” You whined, completely over his tantalizing actions.

“I know, I know.” The fullback purred, reaching beside you to retrieve the condom. He tore the foil swiftly before sliding down his length. He aligned himself with your entrance. You could feel the smooth slickness of the rubber, teasing your hole. “Do me a favour, yea?” He asked, extending your torture and making you huff out in frustration.

“What.” You whine, growing more and more frustrated by each passing second. The steady throb between your thighs had grown to a palpating rhythm–painfully aching and utterly distracting. You were more than ready.

“Touch yourself for me.” The request had you confused and frozen, not fully grasping his intentions. He repeated himself, this time with an authoritative tone that has you instantly finding your swollen nub. You rubbed tight, pressured circles over the area, little whimpers leaving your lips as you did. You soon feel a pinch then an uncomfortable burn between your legs—like you had bent to touch your toes without stretching. You gasped loudly, eyes clenching shut at the foreign feeling. Trent stops, immediately.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, already moving to withdraw himself from your walls. You shook your head no. Noticeably unconvinced, he asked one more time. You offered the same response, but this time it was verbal, spoken firmly. “Okay-shit-okay. Relax for me and keep touching yourself.” He instructed and you immediately obliged, fingers moving against your clit again. He pressed another kiss to your lips, lowly moaning into your mouth as he slowly buried the rest of himself inside of you, until you could feel your hand against his lower stomach. That burn was still very much present, but it was subdued by the movement of your fingers.

“Still doing okay, baby? He whispered; lips, still hovering over yours; hips, stilled. It came out almost strangled–like having you wrapped around him was too much in some way.

“Yes,” You whimpered, already growing used to his length. Your hips flicked up to meet his, the movement making both of you sigh.

“God, you feel incredible.” Trent hitched your thighs further up his waist, “That’s my good girl.” His strokes were rhythmic, deep. With each one, the pitching-burning feeling diminished. Soon, he had increased his pace and you were raising your hips to meet every single one of his thrusts. “You’re taking me so well like you were meant to be around my cock.” He peppered light kisses along your collarbone between his praises. You could hardly feel your thighs, they were shaking so violently. You were still rubbing at your clit, that now familiar warmth slowly creeping up the length of your body.

“Oh fuck, Trent.” You breathed out, fingers faltering slightly.

“I can feel you clenching around me; you’re so close.” He rested his damp forehead against yours. His breath was labored as he shifted his hip upwards, deepening his thrusts. “Are you going to be a good girl for me again, hmm? You gonna cum around my cock the way you came around my fingers?” You could hear the wetness between your thighs, you could feel it traveling down your inner thigh and onto the sheets below you. Your eyes fluttered shut, lips tucked tightly between your teeth as you chased your second orgasm with bucking hips.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Demanded, Trent, accompanying the instruction with a slightly harsher thrust. “I want you to looking me when you cum.” He rested one of your quivering legs over his shoulder, the new angle teasing a moan out of the both of you. By the team you reach your second orgasm, you’re almost convulsing around him, babbling a slew of praises. You felt his hips falter, and then a twitch inside of you as Trent emptied himself inside the condom, incoherently babbling something about just how good you did for him. He collapsed on top of you, making no effort to pull out. Once both of your breathing had slowed to an appropriate rhythm, he lifted his head until he was face-to-face with you.

“You alright?” A cheeky smile played on his lips.

“I’m alright.” You said earnestly, head still buzzing from the orgasm.

“No regrets?” He asked after placing a kiss to your cheek and then the tip of your nose.

You smiled, “Absolutely, no regrets.”

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Lucifer x Sinner!reader (Hazbin Hotel)

SUMMARY: You wake up in Hell and realize you didn't make the cut into Heaven. You never did anything evil, but never believed in God. You wanted to live life by your own morals. Little did you know a group of hazbins would take you in and show you more kindness than anyone on Earth ever did. Then you met someone you never thought you would, Lucifer, the King of Hell. Then you did something you never thought you would, make a deal with the devil.

WARNINGS: n/a

WORD COUNT: 1900k+

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than normal, because I just needed to get another chapter out. I wanted the background of the story to be established before we really get into their relationship.

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CHAPTER TWO: End Game

Over the next few weeks life began to feel normal again at the Hazbin Hotel. You spent your time helping Charlie for the most part. Since you still couldn’t go outside by yourself you found purpose in improving the hotel and making friendships with the other rehabilitators. Charlie put you in charge of keeping tabs of their progress. Sir Pentious was making great efforts, as was Angel Dust, but you could tell he still had some demons to come to terms with. As for yourself you never really knew where you stood. You feared Hell and that part of you wanted to go to Heaven, but another part of you feared change. Scared you would go to Heaven and not have free will over your “immortal” afterlife.

Your other job for the hotel was overseeing Charlie’s calendar. She was always all over the place and after a few times of you reminding her of events she just told you to keep her calendar for her. Today she had the meeting with Heaven in the embassy here in Hell. You were nervous for her, because she would have to speak. You were also very nervous for yourself as Charlie asked you to accompany here. You were frightened to leave the hotel, but it gave you another excuse to see Lucifer again. Three weeks had been three weeks too long since you last saw him. You admit, maybe you had a little crush, but more than anything he made you feel safe. A good friend that made you feel like nothing in the world could touch you. Surely nothing would come of it. I mean he literally made a deal with you to just be friends to help each other through your problems. Plus, from the pictures in the Hotel you could tell he had a wife. They weren’t living together, that you were sure, but you still didn’t know if he held out on a chance she would come back.

You shook those feelings out of your head as you finished brushing your hair. Charlie was meeting you at the embassy as you weren’t sure how to tell her Lucifer and you. You didn’t want anything to become awkward. Standing up you put your hand over the invisible pentagram on your hand and thought of him. The pentagram lit up, waiting for Lucifer to respond. It only took a second for a portal to appear in front of you. As you walked through the portal a familiar face met yours.

“Y/n, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

You looked around and realized you were in a drawing room. Near you was a coffee table set for two. He must have set it up after you sent the signal for the portal. Looking back at him you could tell how nervous he was. His hands were behind his back as he gently rocked on his heels.

“Hi sorry, I wasn’t sure how to ask, but Charlie asked me to accompany her to meet with Heaven. As you know I can’t quite go out by myself yet, so I was hoping…” His gaze softened as he realized you were struggling with asking. He stepped forward taking your hands in his as you were picking at your own skin.

“Yes of course. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.”

“I know. Perhaps you can another day?” He tilted your chin up just as he did the day you two met. Your heart ached at the memory. He looked at you with reverence.

“Yea, another day.” With that Lucifer backed away from you, satisfied with the answer.

“When are you expected at the embassy?”

“Didn’t you set up the meeting for Charlie? Don’t you know what time it was?” Lucifer stumbled for an answer as he looked around the room, heat coming up to his face.

“Well, I… um you see… they said something and then I said something and then the time was said. Right the time, and-“He ringed his hands then started to rub his neck trying to remember. He looked nervous and guilty that he couldn’t remember.

“Luci, it’s alright! I was just joking. It’s at one.”

You stepped forward straightening the collar on his shirt. He wore a business casual collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You’re slightly taller than him, although standing together now you are close to his eye level.

“That’s new, I like it,” he muttered under his breath only loud enough to cross the narrow space between you two.

“I uh,” A blush crossed your face as you realized the nickname you used for him. You stepped back and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Why don’t we venture over to the couch? We a little bit of time to spare.”

You two made your way to the couch, sitting closer together then most friends would. His hand brushed your as he handed you a cup of tea.

“How have you been doing? I bet it can be lonely around here.”

“Me? Lonely? Pssh, never. Maybe a few times.” You placed your hand on his forearm instinctively.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. If you ever need me, I don’t mind talking a break from the hotel. In fact, late at night I am often alone as well if you wanted to join me.” He swallowed thickly letting out a small whimper.

“I wouldn’t mind making my nights a little less alone.”

He leaned in towards you. His eyes darted down to your lips then back to your eyes. He looked as though he was holding back. Your hand lifted to his face, gracing your fingertips across his cheek. He leaned into the touch as if it was a need.

“Sometimes at night I want more than a friend. If you said my name everything would stop,” you whispered into the nothingness between the two of you. His lips barely touched yours. He snaked his hand around your neck, sending chills down your spine. You arched your back involuntarily, trying to close the distance between your bodies.

“Y/n,” your name was barely audible across his lips as he met yours. His lips were warm and hungry as he leaned your back, using his knee to separate your legs. His body ran against yours as you fit right into it. His hair was soft as you gripped it and pulled him ever closer. His hand ran up your thigh kneading it, pushing your dress up. You tugged at his collar, pulling some of the buttons loose, running your hands against his chest.

You were pulled out of paradise by your phone ringing in your purse on the floor. You pulled it out to see Charlie was calling you. You looked at Lucifer, showing him who it was. Embarrassed you answered the call as he tried to keep from laughing.

“Hey Charlie.”

“Hey, y/n, I’m here at the embassy. Are you almost here?”

“Yea give me five minutes I’ll be over.”

“Sounds good, see you soon!”

With that you ended the call setting your phone on your chest rubbing your face with your hands. Lucifer laid himself across your chest laughing into the nape of your neck.

“We should probably get going Luci.”

“Okay, fiiine,” he muttered against your neck giving a small whimper as he started to stand up.

“I didn’t know you had a phone. I mean it makes sense that Charlie would give you one.” He mentioned nonchalantly trying to fix his hair.

“Yea she gave it to me so that I could help her with the hotel, but she lets me use it for whatever.” You stood up brushing your hair out with your fingers.

“Here hand it over.”

You gave him your phone, and as he gave it back you realized he added himself as a contact. He looked at you with a smile, one of his fangs sticking out. His face was flushed from kissing you, which made your heart swell.

“Only one thing could make this better,” you stated holding your hand out.

“Your phone, sir.” You placed emphasis on the sir, his breath hitched. He then reached into his pocket placing his phone on your palm. Quickly you made yourself a contact in his phone, placing it back into his hand after the fact.

“Don’t worry I won’t bother you I just thought-“

“It’s a great idea.” His smile widened as a similar one crept across your face. He really was beautiful; you could stare into his eyes forever. You noticed his face almost had a glow to it and the way one of his fangs bit his lip when you were talking.

“We should head out.”

He stood up breaking the comfortable silence, holding his hand out for you to stand up. You grabbed it, but the world around you started to darken. You leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your back to catch you. After a few seconds the world came back to focus. He looked down to you worried, but now a different emotion etched across his face. It felt like love and excitement and intimacy all at once. He helped you up, careful to not let you fall again. You kept telling him you were okay, but he wasn’t so sure. After a few minutes of him fretting over you and telling him you were okay he finally decided that you were. With a snap of his fingers, he created a portal.

“After you.”

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With Lucifer following closely behind you walked into the embassy. Charlie noticed you immediately and waved you over with a confused look. Her dad followed you closely behind and her eyes widened as she finally understood.

“Y/n. Dad. Good to see you. You know it’s funny, I just called y/n and now you are here too. Makes me wonder.”

“Charlie, darling.” He laughed awkwardly looking around the room trying to think of something. That’s when Charlie noticed his shirt was wrinkled and slightly unbuttoned.

“You have a lot to spill when we get back to the hotel, y/n.” She said it with a smile, but that wasn’t all of it. She seemed excited maybe. It was hard to tell.

“Charlie please nothing happened. Plus, your father is allowed to find love. You know back in the day, plenty of women lined up just for-“

“DAD! That’s enough please just don’t.” She looked embarrassed as she rubbed her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll go. Have a good meeting you two. I’ll see you later y/n.” He made a finger gun at you and summoned a portal to walk through.

“Dad. Leave. Now.” With that he made eye contact with you before he turned into the portal. Your hand felt warm, almost as if he was letting you know he was still there. It was obvious to you now that Lucifer was the sin of Pride, however he tended to be prideful at the worst of times.

“I’m sorry about that, Charlie. You didn’t need to know about that.”

“Oh, we’ll talk later about this new development. Honestly it took my mind of the meeting a bit. I feel less nervous. Let’s totally rock this.” She turned towards you putting her hand out for a fist bump. Your knuckles met hers and she opened the tall door for you two to walk through.

Turns out we totally did not rock that.

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Moth to a Flame

Life After Dark part two - part one here

Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap), drugs, language, drug dealing, alcohol

A/N: This one’s shorter than the last one but it’s going to pick up from here, I’ve got some tricks up my sleeeeeve for you all to enjoy! I honestly really enjoy this series so far and I don’t see an end in sight so I hope that you all enjoy it just as much, if not more. This one also jumps around a little so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense!

Taglist: @bebe07011 @rogerfxckingtaylor

Playlist I made writing this

You weren’t quite too sure of what you expected to happen between you and Eddie after really getting to know each other the other day. There wasn’t much of a change, you continued to ignore each other for the most part besides the occasional eye contact that held the secret you couldn’t forget.

Did he regret it? Was it disappointing? Did you ruin the new friendship that blossomed between you two? So many questions and zero answers. Your stomach turns at the thought of him letting it slip to Steve, maybe that’s why he hadn’t made an attempt to bother talking to you.

You suck in a deep breath as you fight your thoughts, you knew you shouldn’t have gotten too invested into him but you couldn’t help it. He was easy to open up to and it seemed like he cared in the moment but maybe he didn’t care at all. You were stuck in the continuous cycle of wondering what happened but not caring because you were just friends.

“You look distracted, you alright?” Robin points out in the living room, taking a swig of her drink.

“Yeah! Yeah I’m fine, it was just a long day.” You smile, taking a drink out of your cup.

Eddie’s eyes fixate on your face and you look away from him so he couldn’t read you like a book. You wanted to enjoy the time you and Steve had with your friends before your parents arrive home the next day so you push your feelings and thoughts to the back of your mind to deal with later.

Everyone laughed and joked around while drinking their beverages and eating slices of pizza that you had ordered, taking advantage of the night before everything goes to shit again. It was nice to have a distraction and to be able to enjoy yourself without a care in the world.

You excused yourself to your room once you grew more and more tired as the night progressed. You open your door and climb into bed, turning off the lamp that lit your room. You spent all day making sure the entire house was spotless before your parents made it home and you knew that you’d have to spend the entire morning cleaning again. Dread of what’s to come within the next few days fuels your body, your parents were insanely tense any time they’d come home from a work trip. Your eyes flutter shut, peace coming over your body as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear and the sun barely peeking through your curtains. You frantically try to turn it off, unable to find the button so instead you unplugged it from your wall. You stretch and rub your eyes to force yourself awake for the time being. You use the bathroom and brush your teeth, meeting Steve and Nancy in the hallway as the three of you walk downstairs. While they and Robin slide their shoes on, you begin to pick up around the kitchen and the living room. Once they had left to take Nancy back home and for Steve and Robin to go into work, it was only you, Dustin, and Eddie left in the house.

You tried not to make a ton of noise as they slept on the sofa and floor but you knocked over a broom. You cursed yourself under your breath as you hear one of them scurry. You peak into the living room and see Eddie’s head raise up, his eyes barely open enough to see what the sound was. You mouth ‘sorry’ to him and he lays back down. You continue to clean around the house being as quiet as you possibly can for an hour.

“Can you keep it down?” Dustin asks with a huff, you roll your eyes.

“It’s 8:05, you guys have to leave before my parents get home anyway. You can thank me later.” You state, tossing forks in the sink.

“You’re just as bitchy as Steve is in the morning.” Dustin grumbled, lifting himself off of the floor.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Eddie corrects Dustin, hitting him in the arm.

Dustin was never a morning person and neither was Eddie, but Eddie wouldn’t allow him to speak to any woman in the time he just used with you. Dustin gives a quiet ‘Jesus Christ’ and rubs the spot on his arm that was hit.

“Sorry.” Dustin mumbled.

Considering that they were still practically asleep, they weren’t near as talkative as usual. Eddie stands and shakes his head, fixing his hair with his fingers and puts on his shoes. Dustin didn’t bother putting on his shoes, he just carried them in his hands out to Eddie’s van. Eddie gives you a slight smile and walks outside to the van to take Dustin back home.

Not a hi, good morning, thanks for letting us sleep in. Just a smile and that was it. You were getting used to him not quite thanking you but the tension was throwing you off. You shake it off and continue to clean around to make everything spotless once again.

Your parents had arrived shortly after, looking around the house to find something that was out of place or broken to give you and Steve shit about, but everything was in order. You noticed that they hadn’t brought their bags in yet but you kept your hair over your shoulders to hide what was left of the hickey so they wouldn’t find out.

Although you were 18, they still looked at you as if you were a child. You had to keep everything at bay for a few more months until you were able to graduate and head off to college. Once they had seen that everything was the way they left it, you went up to your room. You lay in your bed watching reruns of Alf. Sure it was supposed to be geared more towards the younger audience but you were sucker for cute shows like that.

About two hours into the reruns, your phone rings suddenly. You were unsure as to who could possibly be calling you, you weren’t really sure who even had your number, but nonetheless you answered.

“Hello?” You answer, bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hi, is this Y/N Harrington?” The person on the other line asks.

“Yes..?”

“Hi, this is Bradley with admissions for California Institute of the Arts! I’m reaching out to touch bases with you concerning your application.” The man introduces, you immediately sit up straight.

“Yes, hi!” You smile, your full attention being on the phone, quickly turning off your tv.

“Hello! So we have receive your application for a BFA in Acting, is that correct?”

“Yes sir, that’s correct.”

“Perfect. So far everything looks great with your test scores, your gpa, your grades, everything. Of course it’s hard to tell if you will be accepted just because we don’t have your final grades just yet, but as of now you’re on our waitlist.”

You had applied to tons of different schools around the country, most being far far away from Hawkins and only one or two being in Indiana.

“Okay, so what are my steps for right now?” You question.

“The first steps would be getting you in for a campus tour if you wanted to take a look around before possibly attending in the fall, then we would need a few recommendation letters. Ideally the reference letters would be from your teachers, guidance counselors, anyone you’ve done volunteer work for or extracurriculars.” He explains and you take notes on the sheet of paper that laid on your bedside table.

Those recommendation letters should be relatively easy to get, especially since you would go back to school in a few days from your spring break.

“Bring your parents to the tour as well! I’m sure they would want to take a look around and get familiar with the campus too.” He offers, that would be something that you weren’t going to do.

“Uh, yeah, thanks.” You smile.

“Of course! We will see you soon!” He cheers before telling you goodbye.

You put the phone back to its appropriate location and take a look at everything you had written down on that sheet of paper.

Take a tour, get references, submit final grades. Your parents hadn’t even found out that you began to apply to colleges yet and you didn’t plan on them finding out anytime soon. They had their plans for you after you graduated, they wanted you to be a part of the family business and live your life doing a 9-5. You had your own goals and dreams for yourself and their dream for you didn’t line up with yours at all.

The phone rang shortly again and you immediately picked it up, expecting it to be another school.

“Hello?” You immediately say.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t not call, would you?”

The butterflies in your stomach began to flutter as you immediately recognized the voice on the other end of the line. Excitement and also confusion began to circle around in your mind.

“I’m sorry, I can’t say I’m too sure who this is.” You playfully sigh, sinking your back into your bed.

“I’m surprised considering how many times you said my name over and over the other night.” He snickers, your face flooded red immediately.

“I’m surprised that you remembered I exist considering how you hadn’t talked to me.” You tease back, some playfulness and truthfulness both in the statement.

“Well I know you didn’t want anyone to suspect anything and I didn’t wanna make matters worse for you.” Eddie explains, he was just being considerate.

Your door swings open and you immediately stop talking to Eddie for a moment. You see your dad standing in your doorway, you give him a puzzled glance.

“Who are you talking to?” Your dad asks suddenly, almost like he wanted to say something else.

“Madison.” You state. “Can I help you?”

You hear Eddie mocking your dad’s voice quietly on the other line, you had to contain your smile so your dad wouldn’t think anything different.

“Never mind.” He says in a short temperamental tone.

He walks down stairs and doesn’t bother closing your door. You irritably close your door, hopping back onto your bed and bringing the phone back to your ear.

“Sorry about that.” You huff and roll your eyes.

“So now I’m Madison?” Eddie questions, making you chuckle to lighten the mood. “Well I was going to invite you over later but it seems like mommy and daddy wouldn’t want you out of the house.”

“Yeah.” You frown, running your hands through your hair.

You talk for a while, catching up on not being able to talk for the past few days while your friends were constantly over. You spent the rest of your day minding your business and keeping yourself occupied in your bedroom.

6:03 am

Your alarm clock wakes you up by screaming in your ears, you let out a groan and fumbled around with the clock to turn it off. You stretch and push your blankets to the side and crawl out of bed to get ready for the day.

You throw on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans, teasing and brushing out your long hair before putting on a bit of makeup. Once you were done getting ready, Steve knocks on your bedroom door to let you know that you needed to get going. The lack of sleep you got during your spring break caught up to you, it felt like a chore to keep your eyes open during the drive to school.

“Hope you all studied over your break.” Your chemistry teacher announces once you walk into the doors, numerous sighs or groans were heard from the students.

The test was relatively easy since you remembered the majority of the material, you weren’t a big fan of chemistry but the math parts were the easiest for you. You turn in your test along with other students and you decided to read to occupy yourself while others finished the test.

After class had finished, you talked to your teacher about a possible recommendation letter and he obliged. He told you to come back after your last class to collect it.

The rest of the school day was a blur, most of your classes were filled with games to pass the time since you had just came back from spring break. An announcement was made over the intercom for the seniors to head to the gym to sign up for graduation. You joined the long line of students and wait to sign your name.

“Well hey they stranger.” You hear from behind you, you turn around and see Eddie.

“Finally signing your name?” You smile and he nodded.

“For the first and last time.” He chuckled.

The line moved pretty fast, soon enough you were to the front. Your finger scrolls down the page and you spot your lash name followed by your first name. The requirement for graduation box had been checked and you signed your name beside it immediately. They handed you a form for your cap and gown size information to be filled out and handed in. You walk over to the next table to fill out the form and you hand it to the lady. Eddie’s excitement wasn’t held back when he finally met all of the requirements himself to graduate.

You opted into walking home after you had gotten your letter. It was easier to walk when the sun was out and it wasn’t raining. You reach your house and walk into the front door, your parents were both home and were bickering like usual. You walk upstairs, avoiding the tension for as long as you could. You place your backpack beside your desk and pull out your notebook and textbooks, studying for the upcoming finals that you had on your plate. A few hours had passed and you hear your mom calling you for dinner, you weren’t too fond of it already just by the smell.

Steve walks through the front door still in his uniform, you both lock eyes and mutually agree that you’d be walking on eggshells for the next few days. You both take a seat beside one another at the dinning room table while waiting for your parents in silence. Eventually your dad joins you and your mom brings out a cheddar broccoli casserole, the dish that you and Steve had grown to hate because she’d make it so often.

Reluctantly you scoop some of it out into your plate as does everyone else. There was more tension in the air than normal and everyone was quiet, the only thing that you could hear was the sound of your fork clinking against the glass plate. Your mom clears her throat and looks at your dad, Steve was the only one to speak up.

“What?” He asks, placing his fork down onto the table.

“While your father and I were away this week for that meeting, he got some news.” Your mom mentions, looking over at him. “Go ahead, tell them.”

“I was offered the CEO position that they had available in Chicago.” He explains. “Which would mean that we would be moving.”

Your heart drops at the sudden news. Of course you’d move right before graduation and you’d have to leave all of your friends, even Eddie. Jesus, not Eddie.

“I’m sorry, we?” You ask, Steve nodded as he agreed with your question.

“Your mother and I. We’ve decided that since the two of you are adults, we’re leaving you all with the house.” Your dad mentions which took you and Steve both by surprise.

There was no way in hell they’d actually do that, right? After making your lives a miserable disaster, they would leave you all the house? There’s got to be some sort of catch.

“One condition though, all of the bills are your responsibility. Water, electric, everything. The only thing we will take care of is the mortgage but you still have to pay us something towards that.”

There it is.

“When is this all of this taken into effect?” Steve perks up, a hint of glimmer in his eye.

“I start on Wednesday, we already have the house in order but obviously we would want to get familiar with the area before then.” He continues. “Our bags are already there, some furniture, groceries. We would be leaving tonight.”

Your mom was quiet as she stared at you, silently begging for you to say something, anything.

“Tonight.” You verify and they shake their heads. “Okay.”

Dinner had been finished and all of the dishes had been put away into the sink. It was beginning to get later into the evening and they still had a 3 and a half hour drive to do before it got too dark. They had decided to leave the current furniture at the house for the two of you so you wouldn’t have an empty home. They emptied all of their drawers and closets, tossing things in luggage bags and stuffed the car as full as they could.

“Make sure the house doesn’t get burned down.” Your mom smiles a genuine smile. Maybe the move would be good for everyone involved.

“Steve? Come here for a moment, I need to give you something.” Your dad pulls Steve to the side.

You couldn’t remember the last time your dad called Steve by his name without irritation behind it. They seemed a little too excited to move but you wouldn’t question it. Your mom pulls you to the side as well, embracing you in a hug.

“Take this.” She whispers, handing an envelope to you in secrecy. “Your dad doesn’t know I’m giving you this. You’ll need it.”

You thank her and skip the envelope into your back pocket. Your mom and Steve say their goodbyes while you and your dad said your own. They soon get into the car and wave to you both before driving away.

You and Steve stood in the front yard alone and confused.

“What the hell was that?” Your brother blurts out as you both question reality. “Did that really just happen?”

You pull out the envelope from your pocket once you see Steve holding his. You shared a looked before opening it cautiously, nervous that there would be a letter saying that it was a test or a joke. Your eyebrows furrow at the item in the envelope, Steve’s does as well. You pull out the item and see that it was a ton of money, more than you’d ever had for yourself. $12,500 sat comfortably in your palm while another $12,500 was held in Steve’s hand.

You both nearly guaranteed that they were actually running because of them doing some sketchy shit but there was one thing that stayed on your mind. Freedom.

You look at each other and laugh at your shared emotions, you shake your head while walking up the front steps. Steve holds his middle fingers up in the air while walking backwards. You walk into your house and Steve follows. It was your house. Nobody constantly breathing down your necks, no parents to tend to, just the two of you in your own home. Steve ran around with excitement like a child being left at home alone for the first time, you immediately knew you had to move bedrooms.

“What are you going to do with your money?” He ask you, pulling on a jacket.

“I’m getting a car, are you kidding?” You beam. “Where are you going?”

“To catch Nancy and let her know!” He shouts obviously with that excitement tone. “You okay with walking to the dealership?”

You nodded and he bolted out of the door and to his car. You watched him back out of the driveway and once he was gone, you rush to claim your territory in the master bedroom that was now once your parents’ room. You knew he would be gone for quite some time and you refused to sleep on the same mattress that they did because you weren’t sure of what went down in there. The thought made you immediately cringe.

“You busy?” You speak quickly into the phone.

“Not at this moment, why?” Eddie answered.

“I need your help, come over asap!” That was all you said and you hung up the phone.

You glanced around your now old room to determine what needed to be moved first. You didn’t realize how much stuff you had until you actually began packing things downstairs.

Shortly after the first few loads of things being moved from your room, Eddie walks inside of your home and calls out your name.

“Up here!” You shout in response, he rushes upstairs and sees your completely destroyed room.

“What happened? You alright?” He asks, worry written on his face.

“Yeah, just need your help moving some of this stuff downstairs.” You exhale, lifting a heavy box in your arms. He was incredibly confused.

“You Harrington’s really know how to worry someone.” He gripes. “Why downstairs?”

“Well mom and dad moved and gave us the house.”

“Bullshit, you’re lying!” Eddie exclaimed, you smile and shake your head.

“Nope.” You replied, popping the ‘p’ at the end of your word. “So I’m taking their room.”

He didn’t think twice, he immediately picked up some of your belongings and followed you into the bedroom downstairs. His mouth dropped at how big the master bedroom was and he was shocked to see that there was a bathroom attached inside. He assisted with helping you for an hour and a half, ensuring that all of your belongings were in the room and your bathroom.

“So no more sneaking around?” He snickered, walking close to you.

“Well Steve still lives here so.” You chuckle. “You feel like helping me with a few other things?”

“Like what?”

“A new mattress and a car.” You grin.

“What’d they do, leave you a fortune?” He quizzed in a joking manner but his face drops when he sees the envelope. “Damn, they actually did. Alright, let’s go get what you need.”

You lock the front door behind you and Eddie as you walk out into the van. He takes off into town to your first spot of the day, the mattress store.

It was only 6:30 so you had plenty of time to get what you needed before Steve would get back home. It still didn’t feel real, neither you sleeping with Eddie or your parents giving you and Steve the house so suddenly with no questions really asked, you were happy though.

You tested out every mattress to see which one was the best option for you, Eddie even helped test out different ones as well. You made your decision and bought one, you and Eddie had to shove it in the van the easiest way you could. Once that had been taken care of, you were off to your second destination, the car lot.

You knew absolutely nothing about cars. As long as it had 4 wheels and could move, you were sold. You didn’t know what you were looking for, didn’t know specifics that you did and didn’t need, but luckily Eddie could help you out.

“Oooh that one’s nice!” Eddie coos as he looks around at the different vehicle options. “Two or four door?”

“Preferably four but I’m not too picky.” You shrug. “Ooooh look at that one!”

The two of you walk over to the red car that spotted your eye, you see a twinge in his eye. He locks eyes with you and makes a face.

“What was that for?” You ask him.

“That’s practically the same car as Hargrove.” He points out.

“Oh, I’m gonna pass.” You declined, moving on to the other vehicles.

There were many cars that you thought were pretty but one caught your eye. You walked closer to it as Eddie followed, he gives you a smile. You settled on a 1980 Mercedes-Benz 380SL and Eddie knew immediately.

“This one it?” He asks and you nod.

“This one’s it.”

After test driving it around for a while you decided that it was yours. You filled out all of the paperwork, had insurance put onto it, and you were finally able to take it home. You got behind the wheel and started it, beaming from ear to ear while you turn the radio on and begin to drive down the road. Eddie drives behind you through town and all the way to your home. What started as a shitty and stressful day turned out to be one of the best days you’ve ever had.

“You sure you’ve got it?” Eddie asks as you push the old mattress out of the house.

“Yep, you just work on getting that one.” You order and he obliged.

Once the old mattress was thrown out and the other one laid on your bed, you began to organize around your room. You and Eddie work on putting your belonging in their designated places for a few hours while music plays in the background. He kept making trips back and forth from the bathroom for you, putting different makeup items in different drawers followed by your body washes and shampoos and conditioners.

He thought he had a lot of stuff but he quickly learned that you had more. You place dirty clothes in your hamper so you could wash them and you pick up Eddie’s shirt that you had worn a few days prior. He hadn’t noticed it but you decided to wash it so he’d have a scent of you once he got it back.

You hear Steve’s car in the driveway and announce it to Eddie, who was still in your room, he quickly comes into the living room and sits on the couch. You sit on the living room floor in front of the couch while folding some of the clean clothes you just pulled out from the dryer.

Steve and Nancy walk through the door together with smiles on their face and Steve stops at the front door, seeing you and Eddie alone once again.

“How is it that recently I come home and you two are alone?” Steve asks with suspicion in his voice.

“He was just waiting for you.” You shrug, continuing to fold your clothes. “Did you check out the car?”

“Uh..yeah.” Steve nods, not an ounce of suspicion leaving his tone.

“Seems like you’ve got plans tonight Steve.” Eddie smiles, getting off of the couch. “I’ll head out.”

They say goodbye and Eddie leaves the house, leaving you with Steve and Nancy. Steve had a feeling that there was something going on between you and Eddie but Nancy stood up for you. Little did she know.

“Nu-uh, nope!” Steve shouts from the other end of the house, walking into the living room with his hands over his chest.

“What?”

“You aren’t getting the master room. Did already change the mattress?” He argues.

“Yes and yes.” You nod, picking up the basket of clothes. “My stuff’s already in there and it’s not moving.”

You move past him and down the hall into the master bedroom, placing the basket on the floor.

“I’m older.”

“I’ve had the smallest room for my entire life, I’m keeping it.” You state bluntly.

You both had a stare-off and you weren’t backing down. You knew how to crack him and he knew it too by the way he sighed.

“Fine, but you’re paying more on the rent.” He approaches and you smile. “That means getting a job like the rest of us.”

“I knew I’d make you crack.” You laugh and he rolls his eyes, exiting out of your room.

His statement sinks in. You didn’t mind getting a job but you knew it would be hard to work in order to get enough for rent and maintain your good grades. Just like anything else though, you would figure it out on your own.

After putting away your clean clothes, you sink into your new bed and curl into your blankets as you drift off to sleep.

You wonder the school halls the next day during your study period and you spot the billboard that holds different job openings in the city. There weren’t many options, especially ones that interest you, but you wrote down the different companies and their contact information regardless.

“You’re getting a job?” Eddie asks from behind you.

“Why are you always sneaking up on me?” You chuckle. “But to answer your question, yes. Steve and I kind of made a deal that I keep the room if I pay more in rent.”

“Well to answer your question, you’re just easy to sneak up on.” He laughed and you punch him lightly in the chest. “I see that you’re wanting to work for the man, troublesome companies that prey on their employees.”

“Don’t see any other option.” You shrug as you look up at him.

“I may have an option.” He suggests, piquing your interest. “But it’ll have to wait until later. Can’t say right here.”

The two of you make a plan to meet up at your house after school, partially to spend time together but also to hear what this elaborate idea of his would be. He’s a man of many wonders do it would be hard to tell 100 percent of what his idea is.

The final bell of the day rang and you walk out to your car, Dustin stands there waiting on you like a personal chauffeur.

“May I help you?” You ask, approaching your vehicle with your keys in your hand.

“Eddie cancelled Hellfire tonight for some reason and I’m without a ride.” He smiles annoyingly. “May I?”

“Can’t you get a ride from him yourself?” You ask, he shakes his head.

“He’s already left.”

It was incredibly unheard of that Eddie would cancel Hellfire. He didn’t even cancel when he broke his arm last year, if anything it made his character more vile and intense. Surely to God he didn’t cancel it just for you.

You motion for Dustin to get in the passengers seat, while he makes himself comfortable you toss your backpack in the back and climb into the driver’s seat. He gives you the look of please don’t kill us which made you laugh as you start the car and begin driving down the street.

“So how come he cancelled?” You question as you keep your eyes on the road.

“He just said he had to talk to someone about something. Incredibly vague, but I think it’s a girl if you ask me.” Dustin mentioned.

“Why do you say that?”

He shrugs, that was his only answer.

You soon drop him off at his house and make your way to your own home, Eddie was already parked in your driveway and waiting on you. You give him a slight glare and he smiles.

“You cancelled Hellfire?” Was the first thing out of your mouth. “Are you sick or something?”

“Well no, but you wanted to hear my idea, correct?” Eddie verified as you unlock the door.

“Mhm.”

“Then don’t question it.”

You didn’t question it, you just decided to head into your room and sit on your bed, inviting Eddie to do the same. He joins you and fills your space, a comforting silence hangs in the air.

“So tell me all about this brilliant idea you have.” You urge.

“Well that’s the thing, I don’t quite know if you’ll be up for it.” He spoke truthfully, you give him a look to continue. “I have this friend who’s been looking for more people to help get his product out.”

“Product?”

“Yeah. Y’know, weed, ecstasy, special k, all of that.”

Shit, you were in too deep.

“Like a mule?”

“Sure, if that makes more sense to you.” He mumbles. “Like I said, I don’t know if you’ll be up for it. If not, I completely understand, but it’s always an option.”

You were stuck between giving up your room including everything you just moved into it and becoming a dealer your own. It was an extremely tough choice but you couldn’t forget what Eddie told you the other day, live a little.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way.” He sympathizes. “There are risks involved. If you choose not to, that’s fine. If you choose to accept those risks, I’ll be there every step of the way.”

You weighed out every option and their possibilities.

“You’re a bad influence.” You snicker, a smile lightly lighting up his face. “Flexibility?”

“Extremely flexible. You can still focus on your studying and your volunteering.” Eddie grinned.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You abruptly respond, taking him aback.

By the way he reacted you could tell that he had expected you to take the easiest and safest option. It’s only been a day since your parents had moved out and you had already agreed without hesitation to be a drug dealer just so you could keep your room. He was a bad influence alright but you couldn’t stay away from him even if you tried.

He offered to introduce you to who you’d be working for so you wouldn’t go into it completely blind. He warned you that it would be quite a while do you knew that you had to make up a story to Steve if he wondered where you were. You knew that you’d be home a lot later so you wrote a note.

Going out for a bit with Elaine, might be back later - Y/N

You hang the note on the fridge and grab your keys and your jacket. Here goes nothing.

You meet Eddie at his trailer, trying to avoid any suspicion of absolutely anything. At first it was you just hiding true fact that you and Eddie were spending a lot of time together and now you’re hiding the fact that you’re joining Eddie in an extracurricular that you’d never even attempted to be apart of. Max hadn’t seen your new car yet so hopefully she was just assume that someone was visiting them from out of town.

You bolted into Eddie’s van and he peels out of the gravel driveway. You were confident at first but now since you’re actually on your way to meeting whoever the hell it was, your nerves were beginning to eat at you. Eddie had noticed because you had gotten pale and shaking your leg at a thousand miles a minute.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He reassures, glancing over at you from the road.

“No, I want to.” You breathe. “Just new, makes me a little nervous.”

“I was the same way when I first started.” He smiles. “Didn’t know what to expect, didn’t want to get hurt or caught. But now it’s second nature and it’s easy.”

His words made you ease up from the tension you felt. It was new but riding a bike was once new before. You may have had to start out with training wheels like now but you could ride without them eventually.

Eddie pulls into a house in the middle of nowhere. It looks dull and dark, you hesitate to even get out of the van but you pushed yourself. You and Eddie walk into the door, you felt so small as you walk inside. Just like the outside, the inside was just as dull and dark. The smell was something you’ve never experienced, the only scent you could really point out was weed.

“Rick this is Y/N, Y/N this is Rick.” Eddie introduces once he spots the man in the kitchen.

Rick turns around and looks you up and down before looking at Eddie, giving him a look of are you a fucking idiot? You were quickly second guessing your decision as you wanted to crawl out of your own skin.

“She’s fine, man. Relax.” Eddie assures.

“Girlfriend?” Rick’s rough voice echos through the kitchen.

“Close enough.” Eddie snickers, looking down at you.

“Ah so a fuck buddy.” Rick laughs. “Well it’s nice to meet you miss Y/N.”

“You too.” You smile, relaxing your body as you stand in front of the stranger.

“Did he give you the run down?”

“Not necessarily.”

“Eddie-” Rick huffs.

“I was getting there! I just didn’t wanna scare her off.” Eddie interrupts.

You swallow dryly. Rick walks down the hallway and motions for you two to follow right behind him. You walk behind Eddie into the bedroom. Rick turns on the light and reveals what he calls ‘the crafting room’, it was just a normal bedroom with drugs hidden in every single crevice imaginable in different objects.

“So this book right here are the orders.” Rick explains, showing you a book hidden on the bookshelf. “It has their alias’s, what they need, how much they have paid or owe.”

Eddie places his hand on his chin and one arm was over his chest as he watches you learn how Rick runs his business. He smiled proudly as you begin to catch on.

“Weed is just hidden in these pillows. Just unzip it and pull out the amount you need. Ecstasy under the mattress. Special K in the tins scattered around the house.” He points out, you nod as you understood. “You and Eddie here are responsible for running the orders and bringing the money back for your cut. He’ll show you how to do it so you’re as good as he is.”

You look over at Eddie and give him a polite smile.

“Think she’s ready?” Rick asks, snapping Eddie’s to him.

“I believe so.” He agrees, Rick smile as you.

“Well, get to writing down Eddie. You’ve got a long night ahead of you two.”

Eddie writes down the orders and amount in a discrete way, Rick hands the two of you the product in baggies. Eddie stuffs the bags in numerous pockets in his jacket, they both suggested that you put your baggies in your bra for the time being to conceal them to the best of your capabilities.

Shortly after, you and Eddie sit in his van to begin the deliveries. He double checked who got what as you shift uncomfortably in your seat from the bags poking your chest.

“I’ve got a few do’s and don’ts if you’re going to do this and one major rule.” He mentions, turning on the ignition and beginning to back out of the tiny driveway.

“I’m all ears.” You nod.

“Don’t ask people if they want to buy. If they’re in the book, they’re already customers. If things get out of hand, walk away. Usually things only get out of hand if they’re adamant that you stole their money. If any cops are around, just act casual. They usually won’t bother you unless you’re acting extremely suspicious.”

You take a mental note of everything he says.

“You’ll need your own alias, something that doesn’t give your actual name away.”

“Do you have one?” You investigate and he nodded.

“Blaine.”

“Blaine?”

“Yeah, Rick gave it to me ages ago. You seem like an Ember to me.” He chuckles and you smile.

“Blaine and Ember.” You announce. “I like it.”

He goes over a few more do’s and don’ts, you acknowledge each one.

“Your rule?”

“Don’t be alone with Rick.” He breathes, keeping his eyes on the road. “He’s a decent guy but he can get you into some shady situations if you aren’t careful.”

You look over at him without saying anything, he takes his eyes off of the road for just a moment to look at you.

“Got it?”

“Got it.”

You pull up to the first house of the night, it was a younger couple. Eddie invites you with him to their door and after your obvious hesitation you join him. His knuckles knock on the door and you both wait in anticipation, the man slightly older than Eddie answers.

“C’mon in.” He moves out of your way and you both step inside. “I see you brought your friend. Rick told me beforehand that I’d be expecting two of you.”

“This is Ember.” Eddie smiles, motioning towards you while his hands are in his pockets.

“Nice to meet you Ember, I’m Josh and this is Ashley.” Josh introduces himself and Ashley to you, she gives you a warm smile and a wave as she stands in the kitchen. “So, you got it?”

Eddie pulls the baggies from his pocket and puts into Josh’s hand. Josh doesn’t bother making sure it’s the right amount, he hands Eddie the cash and tosses the bag on his counter.

“You all hungry? I just finished dinner.” Ashley questions, Josh looks at you and Eddie.

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You decline politely, glancing at Eddie to see if you’d made the right choice.

“Eddie?”

You noticed the lack of his alias immediately but the use of yours. Eddie declined as well and said he’d already eaten. Truth be told, you were hungry but you didn’t trust them enough to eat their cooking. Eddie says goodbye to them and you do as well before getting back to the van.

��No alias?” Was the first thing out of your mouth.

“We’ve been friends for quite some time, even before I began working with Rick.” He explains, which made absolute sense. “I’m not going to throw you to the wolves with people you don’t know. So to them, you’re Ember.”

You made numerous stops, some at homes that you recognized and some in the middle of nowhere. Rick was right when he said that the two of you would have a long night, it was past midnight by the time you had made it back to base as Eddie calls Rick’s house.

“How’d she do?” Rick asks as soon as the two of you walk inside.

“Surprisingly well, she catches on fast.” Eddie smiles.

His words made it seem that he had sone doubt in you. Did it sting? A little. Was it understandable? Absolutely.

You and Eddie hand over the cash that you had collected together to Rick so he could count it out. It was well over $5,000, you and Eddie got $1,500 and Rick kept the remainder. Rick dismisses you both.

The clock in Eddie’s van read 2:54 am, your eyes had grown heavier with your exhaustion built up from the past few days. You reach the trailer park and get into your car so you could drive home, Eddie opted into following you so he could make sure you got home safe.

You finally reach your house, each step from the car to the front door made it feel like you were crawling. Eddie pulls into the driveway where Steve would normally be parked, you hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t home until Eddie’s van came to a stop.

You didn’t question him coming inside, it was usual at this point. You flick the light switch on to the kitchen, revealing something written on the note that you had made for Steve.

Won’t be home, got a motel room for me and Nance for our anniversary - Steve

They got a room on a Tuesday night? You couldn’t say much, you’ve visited tons of houses for a drug drop off and just now got home a little after 3:00.

“I’m taking a bath, need to wash away my sins.” You mumble tiredly with a snicker as Eddie roams through the fridge in search of food.

You walk into your bedroom and into the attached bathroom. You turn the faucet handles to your desired water temperature and add some lavender scented bubble bath soap. While the water fills the tub you strip out of your clothes and put your hair up so you wouldn’t get it wet. You sink into the tub when it was filled, sighing quietly to yourself as the warm water hugs your exhausted body.

You hear Eddie humming as he walks through your room, the creak of Eddie’s body laying gently on your bed was also audible. You lay in the tub comfortably until the water turns cold and your fingers are wrinkly. You pull yourself out and drain the tub, drying your body off with the clean town. You slide into a clean pair of underwear and throw on a shirt, taking your hair down before walking into your bedroom.

“Better?” Eddie smiles, turning his head towards you.

“Much.” You yawn, climbing into bed. “You staying?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Please.” You smile, laying your head on your pillow.

He slides under the blanket, his head sitting comfortably on the pillow beside yours. You both lay with each other, your tired eyes taking in his features as he holds you close to him, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

Two hours later your alarm clock rings, jolting him awake. You immediately turn it off and cuddle into Eddie, he pauses for a moment before wrapping his arm around you.

“It’s so early.” You groan tiredly. “I’m not going to school, fuck that.”

“First drug deal last night and you’re already skipping school.” He mumbles with his eyes still closed. “Maybe I’m a bad influence on you.”

“‘m not complaining. Let’s get some more sleep.”

“Sounds great.”

A few hours later you wake up to the sound of Steve’s car pulling into the driveway, a sound that makes you shoot up out of your sleep and out of bed.

“Eddie, wake up!” You urge, shaking Eddie awake.

“What? What is it?” He asks with a concerned tone.

“Steve’s home!”

“Ah, shit!” He curses, immediately jumping out of bed.

You immediately jump into a pair of sweatpants as you push Eddie into your bathroom. You run into the kitchen and pull open the fridge but a knock at the door stops you. Steve never knocks, especially at his own house.

You walk to the front door and twist the knob, the mailman hands you a box. You sigh to yourself once you were back inside.

“False alarm, my bad!” You shout from the kitchen after you put the box on the table. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

You make a few pieces of toast and some eggs, you plate the food and hand Eddie his while you sit down at the table. You eat in silence as you both were exhausted and were rudely woken up.

“Any plans for today?” You ask him, tossing the empty plates into the sink.

“Going over to Rick’s later to see if he needs any help.” He yawns. “Wanna come with?”

You nod as an agreement, he walks behind you and slaps your ass before walking back into your room. You cleaned what dishes were in the sink and made your way into your room to get ready for the day. Eddie reclines on your bed while you pull out a shirt and jeans to change into, watching your movements intently. You feel his eyes watching as your shirt hits the floor, exposing your tits to him.

“That’s a sight I’ll never get tired of.” He smirks as his eye fixate on your breasts.

“Is that so?” You grin, he nods.

You take off your sweatpants in a teasing manner and his reaction was priceless. Thanks to the sunlight beating through your window, he was finally able to see your body completely.

“God you’re so beautiful.” Eddie compliments, patting his lap as an invite for you. “Get over here.”

You follow his words and climb into his lap, his hands immediately find their way to your ass as he firmly placed his lips on yours. You kiss back the moment his lips land on yours, it was even more rough and needier than the other day.

His lips move from yours and trail down your neck, kissing the tender area and marking you. You grind down onto his lap, feeling his hardened cock from his sweatpants. Your sudden movement had make his grip on your ass tighten and it had you soaked.

“Can’t tease.” You whimper.

“You want my cock that bad?” He chuckled darkly and you immediately nod. “I think I’ll just sit back and let you ride then.”

Your absolute favorite position was being on top. You didn’t question it, you pulled him out of his boxers and he groans just at the touch of your hand gripping around him. You slide your panties to the side and sink down onto him, sucking in a breath as he stretches you out.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m gonna last.” He groans as you raise yourself up and take him in completely again.

Your cunt grips around him like a vice from this position, the movement of your hips had him hitting your g-spot immediately. Though you start off slow and easy, you began to pick up your pace with the help of Eddie’s hands on your hips.

“Oh my god.” You whine out, bouncing continuously on his cock.

You feel his cock deeply going in and out of you, you were already so cock drunk it was laughable, that’s exactly what Eddie did too. Once he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, he began to mock you.

“My cock feel good, princess?” He teases. “Gonna cum already?”

“Mm- mhm!”

“Absolutely not.” He ordered as you continue to bounce. “Not until I say so.”

He only made matters worse by teasing you. You know you shouldn’t like it when he teases you but it was something about how the way he did it. He takes your speed into his own hands, he raises your hips and slams you down onto him, you scream out his name.

Your climax was already approaching quickly and he knew it, he wanted to push you as much as he could. You were a babbling mess in his lap, he was too much to handle.

“Shit, Eddie!” You scream.

“Talk to me baby, tell me what you need.” He coos, continuing to slam you onto him.

“Eddie I’m- oh!” You squeal, your juices flowing out of you and down his cock.

You didn’t know you had that talent and neither did Eddie but god did he love it. Watching squirt over him because of his cock being buried into you quickly tipped him over the edge. There was no time for him to pull out, he suddenly came to a halt and released himself into you with a curse under his breath. It all happened so fast, neither of you had expected it to end so quickly.

You hear the garage door open and a car pull inside will Eddie still being inside of you. You shared a look, knowing damn well that it wasn’t a false alarm that Steve was home.

There was absolutely no way you two would get out of this now.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie st4 #eddie x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n

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sandboxer · 7 months

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Why Phoenix and Edgeworth are exceptionally well-suited for kink

The short answer: because they’ve been doing it together for the entirety of their professional lives.

The long answer: because they’ve been doing it together for the entirety of their professional lives.

After the events of 1-4 (and to some extent 2-4), Phoenix and Edgeworth regard one another as friends. Edgeworth begins to help Phoenix in investigations, they treat each other with (relative) kindness, and they see one another outside of work.

In court, though, little changes from their first encounter to their last. The two remain antagonistic—and at times, almost nasty—toward one another.

To me, this dichotomy looks a lot like kink.

There is nothing tender or kindred about their interactions in the courtroom. Their court scenes are seldom wholesome or sweet. Instead, each man pushes the other to the brink of their abilities so as to reach an ultimately Good goal—a climax, a just verdict. And often the path there is not paved in kindness. Edgeworth does not cease his insults, and Phoenix doesn’t lose the urge to triumph over Edgeworth. So does the courtroom magically trigger some kind of latent hatred in the pair?

Clearly, this isn’t the case. Rather, it is because of the profound respect they have for one another’s abilities that they are able to have heated arguments in court and trust that the other will turn the content into some sort of logical conclusion or use the momentum to piece together evidence. Their in-court personas maintain a sort of hostility/antagonism throughout their association, not only despite their friendship, but because of it.

And is this not kink? Is kink not the assumption of roles or dynamics that may be unpleasant outside of a scene, but serve a wonderful purpose within it? Is kink not the exorcism of strong emotions within agreed upon boundaries? Is kink not pushing one’s partner to the brink of their desires and abilities, armed with the knowledge that 1) it is acceptable to do so and 2) the activity will conclude in some sort of satisfying ending as a result of the exertion?

Consider this passage from The New Topping Book:

Play pushes both top and bottom out to the far ends of the spectrum. Each player, in traveling further out, supports the other in going yet further. Thus as a wonderful scene progresses, the bottoms get smaller, the tops get bigger, and the larger the territory we encompass: we move to the outer ends of the spectrum, generating something like centrifugal force, spinning further and further out while holding each other safe and tight.

In pushing each other out further toward the bounds of their comfort and intellectual abilities, Phoenix and Edgeworth generate this same kind of force. It’s like pulling a rubber band taut, only so that you may let go and feel it snap. The two-handed pull gets converted into energy. When it’s time to let go, both men let the band snap, and the energy they’ve created is released. The case is won or lost, whatever the result of their joint effort. Their reciprocal pull out to the furthest ends of their comfort is crucial to reaching the correct verdict. Such is kink—the eroticism of extremes and the otherwise unacceptable, so that the rubber band can snap that much harder.

I see a lot of parallels between their dynamics inside and out of the courtroom and a couple who gets off on, for example, sadomasochism. For these two, court is kink. It is a bounded realm of unpleasantness brandished for the heightened reward it produces. It is assumed personas that cut deep into the heart of their wielder. It is the trust that outside of that bounded context, those assumed personalities may dissolve, and the dynamic need not persist.

#narumitsu #wrightworth #I was up all night rotating them in my mind and had to get this out of my brain gn #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #c thinks

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backstage-if · 1 year

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DEMO (updated january 26th, 20.4K words)

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A few years ago, you wouldn’t ever believe where you are now.

Living in the City of Artists and getting your biggest role after so many years of waiting for a big break as a theater actor, things seem to finally be going the way you dreamed of. It doesn’t matter if this play is your producer’s last chance of saving her family legacy or if you’re the last one to get casted and barely has time to fit in, you’re not letting any of this get you down.

You’re going to make yourself proud, make all of your work to get out of your hometown seem worthwhile and…

A few years ago, you wouldn’t have blood on your hands.

As an accident with one of your castmates results in a death of your conscience, seeing the theater packed was the last thing you expected to happen. It looks like whoever said people are intrinsically drawn by tragedy was completely right. Now, you have to balance your rising, potentially brilliant career with sleepless nights leaden by guilt.

All while hoping all of these new accidents happening backstage are nothing but coincidences.

Backstage is rated +18 for explicit language, violence, mentions of addiction, drug use, alcohol use and non-explicit sexual content. Things might be added or changed in the future.

FEATURES

Customize your MC and their personality! Decide on their personal feelings, how they interact with others and how well they’re coping with everything that happened ever since they came to town.

You’re one of the lead actors now and every day is a chance to decide how you act around your castmates, the stage crew and with the media’s sudden spotlight on all of you.

Have the opportunity to deal with fame or renounce it. Help the people around you or mess them up even more.

Also, you never know when romance will shine! Have the chance to meet these five people and establish a romantic or platonic (or even destructive) bond with them.

RO's physical descriptions | Theater's group! (Side characters)

Cassandra/Callahan Ralph (24 | F/M) - Fun and bright, as you remember them to be. Once your best-friend/partner, it feels like just yesterday they left your old town behind to go to college and you watched as all contact between you was cut. Now they’re back and both of you are sharing a stage like nothing ever happened.

Neil A. Sadecki (25 | he/him) - Son of two renowned actors, Neil has known the ugly parts of this industry for longer than any of you and tries to stay out of its spotlight whenever he can. The youngest director you ever worked with, you wonder how much of his indifference is real or simply part of an act.

Spencer Caetano (27 | they/them) - You have reasons to keep your distance from Spencer now, even if they aren’t aware of it. However, all of this keeps working against your plans as you have to pretend to be in love with them every show for the sake of art and running from their easy friendship is starting to be more and more difficult.

Johanna 'Joy' Pham (25 | she/her) - Living up to her name, Joy is a breath of fresh air. Currently the only person who is doing fine and not crumbling under pressure among your colleagues, it doesn’t take you long to notice how she seems to remember every small thing about everyone and, still, you don't know much about her.

Ameera/Adarsh Bhandari (25 | F/M) - Your castmate’s #1 enemy, they’re the one who ended up opening a spot in the play for you. Since day one, you’re confused about why they decided to pick on you out of all people, and also why they seem to be always around instead of with their own cast mates.

#interactive fiction #interactive game #interactive fiction wip #if wip #backstage if #dashingdon #cog #choice of games #choice script

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extraordinari1y-ordinary-writer · 5 months

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Every Last Minute

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary: Labor is a whirlwind. You and Daryl's worries are overwhelming.

Content Warning: Childbirth and babies; some language probably; Daryl being supportive; mentions of dying in childbirth; bad grammar I guess; bad writing; corny ending is corny; whatever else I failed to mention.

Word Count: ~665

Note: Was this requested? No! Sorry if it's not that good. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.

Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕

A bead of sweat rolled down your face as you groaned. Daryl supported you as you leaned forward, trying to alleviate the pain of the contraction—the unbearable, relentless pain.

Daryl could only hold you, comforting you as each contraction faded. He endured every bone-breaking squeeze from your hand to the feeling of your nails digging into him. In this moment, he was your lifeline, your support. The two of you wanted children. Alexandria brought safety the group hadn't felt in a long time. You and Daryl discussed it, going over the pros and cons and what to expect. You'd always wanted kids, even before the world went to shit. You just never found the right person until Daryl. But Lori's death changed your views. You had a pretty good friendship with Lori, and you loved Judith. But pregnancy could be unpredictable. Daryl was open about his fears. Even if the pregnancy was healthy, shit could still go sideways. Hershel's farm had been a paradise until the mess with Shane and Randall. The prison had been safe until the Governor showed up.

You and Daryl didn't want to lose each other.

"Just promise me," you'd said, gently brushing the hunter's hair from his face, "that if it comes down to it, you'll pick the baby." But you knew your hunter. You knew he'd try and save you both. "I know it's not fair," you'd added softly, "it shouldn't be you, but it could be. I just—"

Daryl shook his head; his hands found yours and held them. "It ain't gonna happen." He had leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you sat like that for what felt like an eternity. You had every right to be frightened, to prepare for the worst. But it wasn't his decision.

He did promise, though—that night when you both slept. He looked at you, how peaceful you looked. Daryl knew you were considering your options. Lori still weighed heavily on you, and you wanted to be prepared.

So as he held you, comforting you through each contraction, he hoped you knew just how much he loved you.

As the labor progressed, Denise had you lie down. Tara was running around, grabbing fresh water and towels for her girlfriend. When it came for you to push, Daryl held your hand and brushed your sweat-soaked hair from your face. You screamed and whined, your body burning with each push, your body stretching to accommodate yours and Daryl's baby. You felt a warmth in your chest at the thought. You wanted to see them, to hold them. Would they look like Daryl or you? Maybe a combination of both!

Another contraction was building, and you knew you were close. On Denise's orders you pushed hard, until the tightness faded.

"I see its head," Denise exclaimed. "Just one more push!"

As the final contraction washed over you, you pushed with whatever strength you had left. A wave of relief came over you, and you couldn't help but sob. You could barely see through your tears, but you saw Denise and Tara get to work on cutting the cord and cleaning the baby. Daryl watched the two women like a hawk, hovering between staying with you and approaching them.

"Denise," you croaked. She came over, a small bundle wrapped in a soft towel. Daryl helped you sit up, as you gently took your baby.

"A boy," Denise smiled. He had Daryl's eyes, alert and expressive. His small mouth was puckered as a small noise escaped.

Tears ran freely down your face. You'd been so scared, and that fear will always linger now that he was here. But the relief of having your baby, knowing he was safe and healthy, made your worries seem far away. You looked up at Daryl; his eyes were watery. You smiled as you looked back at your baby. You carefully nudged Daryl. He opened his arms instinctively, holding the little bundle with the utmost care. Your heart nearly broke from the love you felt.

Daryl looked content, tears in his eyes as he held his son for the first time. They were your world. And you'd enjoy every last minute of it.

Masterlist

Taglist: @staria9100 @radcollectivesoul @cuddlefishextrodinaire @ramielll @lelialynn @whiminiferous @gracescor3 @identity2212 @winterslove1917 @hailycheyenne @dp-marvel94 @queerponcho @mystrawberrynigt

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead #norman reedus #the walking dead fanfiction #fanfiction #tara chambler #denise cloyd

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spidybaby · 11 months

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SPIDYBABY MASTERLIST

♧ sensitive topic

♤ angst

♡ flufl

Kylian Mbappé:

Not Important ♤

You get jealous at the new PSG intern and how much she's trying to get the attention of your boyfriend, but he makes sure you know he's all yours.

Be quiet, please ♡

Kylian got a little too drunk and decided to share some information he isn't supposed to.

Now you be quiet, please ♡

After the events of last night, Fayza chooses to make Kylian pay for his words.

She | part I

You can't put the pieces of a broken plate back together and expect it to be alright.

She | part II

A long talk and a match can be the start to a change between Kylian and you.

Tea Party ♤♡

All it takes for you to fix your problems is a tea party.

Gold Digger ♤

A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

Gold Digger | Part Two ♤

A broken plate can't be fixed.

Gold Digger | Part Three (Ending) ♡

Feeling fearful and insecure about the future after a downfall is what kept you away.

Stressed ♤

When he's stressed and worried about work, that's the only thing on his mind.

I do... do I? ♤♡

The stress of planning a wedding makes you re-think everything.

Flowers ♡

Who would have thought some flowers can make that much drama.

The "A" Team ♡

Kylian needs your help to get out of an awkward situation.

Blubs:

ONE

PEDRI:

New Streets ♡

Trying to find your way into the streets of Barcelona by yourself for the first time is harder than you expected.

Family Night ♡

Homemade pizza and a uno game are the perfect combination if you want to meet your in laws.

Begin Again | Part one ♤

Secrets can't be held forever. Specifically, not the one you keep from him.

Begin Again | Part Two ♤

After your son was born, your friend made you realize how much you were wrong for hiding him from Pedro.

Begin Again | Part Three ♤

Back to the start to fix the broken pieces just to find that you can get what you always dreamed.

Begin Again | Part Four ♤

It's all about the hating, the loving and the healing... but in that order?

Begin Again | Part Five ♡

I've been spending the last few months thinking all love ever does is break, burn, and end, but when I look at you shining eyes, I watch it Begin Again.

B.A - Extra (one shot) ♡

Pedri takes Polo to a Father-Son day with the team.

Party Killer ♧

A girls' night gone wrong while your boyfriend is away.

Pedri the type ♡

A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Pedri would be.

Baecation ♡

Your boyfriend family loves the way your relationship is, always taking care of each other.

The Tour (part II of Baecation) ♡

A glimpse of the little moment you share with your boyfriend while on Tour.

Golden Child ♤

You're Pablo's older sister. Even tho you don't have a good relationship, you help him during his injury and find yourself getting involved with Pedri.

Golden Child | Part Two ♤

Your brother finds out about your relationship with his best friend, while everyone learns the truth about your family..

Golden Child | Part Three ♡

As your relationship with Pedro progresses, the relationship you have with your brother is in a limbo.

Bad Kind of Butterflies ♤

Pedri let the insecurities of his friend become his own. Ruining his own relationship and friendship.

Bad Kind of Butterflies | Part Two

Pedri regrets his actions and tries to get back to you.

Not The Romantic Type

You tried to give him as many chances as you could. But when he keeps choosing other people over you, you are done.

Not The Romantic Type | Part Two

Blubs:

ONE

TWO

GAVI

Gavi the type ♡

A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Gavi would be.

Our song ♡

Gavi surprise you after your win at the vmas.

Valentine's Day through the years ♡

Last updated: 03/20/24

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omegaverse-anthropologist · 22 days

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bites

this post is inspired by @beta-adjacent’s post about bite marks. i got really emotional thinking about friends exchanging bites and wanted to say more about it lol

bonding bite facts

bite scars, like all other scars, vary in visibility and permanence from person to person. in historical practice, various substances (clay, ash, or ink, most commonly) were applied to a fresh bite to improve visibility and permanence. modern practice uses ‘bite powder’ or ‘bite ink’ for those who want a more permanent, easily detectable scar. this is the most common scarification practice, present in most cultures globally.

bites can be exchanged in various locations on the body. claiming or mating bites tend to be found at the scent glands on the neck, but can be left anywhere on the body. marking other locations are considered nontraditional—it would be akin to wearing a wedding ring on a finger other than the left ring finger (in cultures where that is the traditional location).

healthy bonding bites do not typically affect a person’s inherent scent. a person may release more detectable ‘happy pheromones’ after exchanging bites with a loved one, but these tend to fade after a few weeks. conversely, a person may release more detectable ‘distressed pheromones’ after receiving a bite under duress, and these tend to linger much longer.

biting someone who accepts under duress is no different from biting someone who has clearly rejected it. in the US, forcing a bite is considered felony assault and battery

mating bites may be administered in a variety of settings. a traditional practice between omegas and their alpha or beta mates is to exchange bites during their first heat after the pair has agreed to mate. some cultures practice ‘claiming ceremonies,’ where the mated pair exchanges bites in front of their families and friends, community leaders, and/or religious leaders.

bite types

mating or claiming bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the nape. historically, alphas were not marked when mating with betas or omegas, but in current society bites tend to be exchanged between mates of any sex rather than used as a tool for alphas to stake a claim on someone of a so-called ‘lower sex.’

pack or bonding bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the wrist. in some more traditional or long-established packs, either the pack alpha or chief omega administers pack bites to new members. popular culture treats this practice as old-fashioned, with some young people referring to it as a ‘boomer bite.’ in younger or more progressive packs, any member may extend the bite to an unmarked pack mate.

camaraderie bites, also called ‘bestie bites’ - may be located anywhere on the body. a more recent practice, only from the last 60 years or so, stemming from the free love movement and sexual revolution of the 1960s and 70s. these bites are exchanged between close friends, but are not typically an expectation. to share a camaraderie bite with a friend is a mark of profound intimacy. in many young adult novels, a life changing experience shared between friends is punctuated by the exchange of camaraderie bites. some groups have expressed displeasure with this trend, as they feel it cheapens the significance of the camaraderie bite.

bite perks

mated pairs report increased happiness in their relationship, though causality between the bite’s presence and relationship satisfaction is unclear.

bite-bonded packs demonstrate a similar phenomenon with similarly unclear causality

friends who exchange camaraderie bites tend to report a stronger sense of connection, satisfaction, and contentment in all of their friendships, not just the bite-bonded one.

individuals in healthy bite-bonded relationships of any type report a stronger sense of self and belonging, which is associated with positive health outcomes, job satisfaction, and overall happiness

bite-bonded married couples and unmarried couples with registered mating bites receive the same social and legal privileges

global acceptance for same sex (i.e. a-a and o-o) mates is increasing rapidly, with legal recognition for these mating arrangements in over 85% of countries

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Secret Smokes (Part 3)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 2038

A/N: Once again thank you for all the love this is a side blog so I can't reply from this account to you all below the post but I read every word I promise. You guys are the best ! Some people have asked about being tagged, yes I can tag you! So if you want to be added leave me a reply below and I'll tag you in the future parts and if you decide you want to be untagged just message me and I'll remove you it's okay I won't judge.

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Over the next few weeks you committed to showing up to lessons more often, you spent time with the Weasley's but you avoided getting into trouble. People started noticing the sudden change in your behaviour and dedication to your studies, Percy was very proud of your change in attitude and believed his talk with you helped you get there, you let him believe it but really it was all profesor Lupins doing. Unfortunately his class was the one you got the worst grades in, it was okay when you didn't attend and got bad grades but even with attendance they didn't grow it was your weakest subject.

Your evening smokes continued some days Lupin was there some he wasn't but he was there often some days he wouldn't smoke he would just be there to talk with you, your conversations turned deeper than they used to be as you got to know each other and you looked forward to them, you saw him as someone you truly connected with, yes the girly attraction was still there but what girl didn't find him attractive he had girls flirting with him constantly. It did make you feel uncomfortable watching the girls put bright lipstick on before entering his class and staying behind to ask him questions or for extra lessons, but he seemed to not mind and act profesional giving the girls extra lessons and paying no attention to their advances.

You had DADA last on Fridays which normally would've meant a lot of people not paying attention and aching to leave but profesor Lupin kept the class entertaining and engaging. It was a practical lesson, the ones your dread because with lack of practice you genuinely sucked at practical lessons. But you got through it and you were excited for the weekend to start, before you left the class Lupin asked you to stay behind. So you said bye to Percy and a few others telling them you'll join them later, you weren't worried that you'll get told off like with most teachers when they ask you to stay behind it was Lupin so you patiently waited for the last few girls to say "bye profesor" while walking out and then went over to his desk where he had sat down.

"What's up?" You asked as you approached his desk.

"Please, sit down Y/N." He said quite formally gesturing to the seat in front of him, now you were getting worried. "I'd like to speak with you about your grades." He paused and saw your face drop before continuing. "Now please don't think of this as a telling off, your attendance is better this year than any year before and I've heard great things from your other teachers about the progress you've been doing." He said but you still looked worried so he added. "You should be very proud of yourself Y/N." Which made you relax into the chair a bit more. "Nevertheless, I am worried about your grades in my subject as you're doing well in the theory side however it's using the spells in practice that you seem to struggle with. I know you've had a few hard years with the rotation of teacher, some worse than others, so it's not your fault you are in this position." He said all of this formally. "Although notoriously skipping classes for the last sexi years probably didn't help." He said with a small laugh as a friend rather than a teacher. "I want to help you, I've been speaking with your head of house about how we can improve your grades and we believe you need extra lessons, practical magic like this can't be learnt through studying alone in your dorm you need real practice. So I'm happy to offer you tutoring twice a week on Mondays and Wednesdays, to help you catch up." You sat silent still. "You don't have to do this, but profesor McGonagall and I do believe it is in your best interest." He added you just looked down embarrassed that you skipping classes has lead to this. "Okay Y/N I'm dying here please say something." He said casually addressing your silence.

"Thank you profesor." You said.

"How do you feel about my suggestion?" He asked.

"Embarrassed." You stated. "How so?" He asked I'm a caring tone. "I wouldn't be in this situation if I listened to everyone when they told me not to skip so many lessons."

"You're not the only student who will be receiving extra lessons, I have a small group of girls that have asked for extra time that I teach on Tuesdays. If you want you can join them so it's not just one-on-one if that's more comfortable for you?" He offered.

"But I'm the only one who actually needs tutoring. They only asked for it because they have a crush on you." You blurted out in your annoyance.

"Trust me crush or not some of those girls need extra lessons. Still after weeks of receiving them." He said honestly. "They're too busy staring at your lips to learn I guess." You said laughing to yourself, he gave you a gentle smile. "Y/N, you're a quick learner. You know the theory, with a little practice you'll be caught up by Christmas."

"Okay. As long as these lessons are done by 9pm." You said with a hint of humour.

"I would never let education get in the way of your nicotine addiction, I'm not a monster." He replied jokingly. "We have a deal." You say.

"Perfect, now enjoy your weekend." He said and you took that as a queue to leave. "And Y/N, don't let this overshadow all the effort you've been putting into your studies, you're doing amazing." He said whole heartedly.

"Thank you professor." You said leaving the classroom. You looked him as a teacher so if you needed anyone to give you extra lessons you were glad it was him.

You went straight to the great hall for dinner after your conversation with Lupin, Fred and George had a space saved for you next to them. "What took you so long?" Fred asked.

"Lupin is making me take extra lessons." You said solemn.

"Bullshit, you've been studying harder than ever." Fred expressed. "I know but I'm still behind, plus it's only two days a week and he said it'll only be until Christmas." You explained.

"I think it's a conspiracy." George stated. "Now why's that?" You ask amused. "They're obviously trying to keep you away from us so we don't pull any pranks." He expresses. "This has old minnie all over it." Fred adds sniffing the air comedically.

"Now that you mention it..." you say looking over at the teachers table watching Lupin and McGonagall speaking. "...Lupin did mention this being her idea."

"See! Merlin, Y/N we need to pull a prank now." George states. "Show them we can't be stopped so easily." Fred adds. "I don't know guys, I've been enjoying not sitting in detention."

"George, she's getting all soft." Fred states. "Now that's not okay." George replies and they both have a cheeky smile before they stand up and suddenly pick you up while you protest taking you out the great hall while you laugh and tell them to stop, you hadn't even had time to eat before the kidnapping and the whole school watched this happen but the boys didn't care. They carried you straight to the dorm room plopping you down on the sofa. "Y/N it's time to plan our first big prank of the year." George begins. "Perfect timing as well as we can go to Hogsmeade over the weekend to get any supplies we need." You laugh and agree to the plotting, you plan a prank. It was to happen in the library, the plan was to hex every book, the books about animals would bite you, the books about history would disintegrate in your hands, the books about plants would be filled with soil and so on. You would obviously need to take all the real books and hide them but that wasn't a problem using the marauders map. You were looking at the map when you noticed Lupin was already standing on the bridge, you checked your watch and it was after 9pm already, he was just standing there you felt like you were missing out on seeing him plus you were scared he'd think you're ignoring him after your conversation earlier. "Boys I need to go, it was a pleasure scheming with you as always. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that you took the map, put it in your pocket and headed for the bridge. When you were around the corner you saw Lupin walking down the corridor in your direction, he must've finished smoking you thought. "Good evening professor." You said with a smile and me looked up at you with a grin. "Evening, Y/N. Evening stroll?" He questioned as if to ask why you didn't go to the bridge tonight.

"Just going to destress." You said showing him your pack of cigarettes.

"I forgot mine in my office I was just going to go get them." He explained, odd because he had been standing on the bridge for a while you think to yourself.

"You can borrow one of mine." You state.

"I'll give you two tomorrow." He replies turning around to walk with you. "I hope I wasn't too harsh on you today." He says as you walk after a moment of silence.

"You weren't harsh at all." You say with a hint of confusion.

"I didn't think you would come here today in all honesty, after the way you looked at me after class and during dinner." He said with a soft smile but you could tell there was some hurt behind there. "How did I look at you?" You ask.

"Differently." He simply stated, maybe because usually you look with admiration and a bit of lust while now you were looking at him like at a teacher for the first time.

"Well you are about to ruin two evenings a week for me by making me study." You remark.

"Is that how you see spending time with me? Am I ruining your evening right now?" He teased.

"You know what I mean, this Lupin isn't the same as profesor Lupin." You say adding emphasis to professor.

"I am the same person Y/N. If you're afraid that I'm going to be making you write essays and do homework you're mistaken, I promise I'll make the evenings fun." He says in his teacher tone. Maybe it was the mischievous energy from planning a prank that allowed you to say what followed maybe it was purely forgetting he's not your friend but you replied with. "Fun evenings? What does that mean?" You watched him swallow getting a bit uncomfortable and not knowing how to answer. "I mean don't treat it like a punishment. I'm just trying to help." Your brain went straight to replying with something inappropriate about getting punished but you held your tongue as you didn't want to push it too far.

"I hope you don't think I hate you, I really enjoy our talks." You say. I really only came here to talk to you, I feel like smoking on a empty stomach will make me feel worse." You we're over sharing now but he didn't seem to mind.

"I watched you get carried out by the Weasley twins before dinner, the whole school did." Lupin remarked unamused making your face go red.

"Yeah they were messing around and wanted to go talk as they said I've been too busy with lessons this year."

"They sound like a bad influence," He said sternly before pausing and thinking. " keep them around sometimes you need friends like that." He added.

"Profesor you're great at encouraging bad behaviour." You say laughing.

"Friendships like that are sometimes very important, if only you knew what I got up to when I was your age." He said with a soft reminding smile.

"And what would that be?"

"I can't say, I'm your teacher after all." He added a wink at the end which you didn't know the meaning of, but all you did know was you wouldn't find out anything more about his past.

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