#i need something to hold and fiddle with while watching videos

[astyrra]

discovered u can buy individual lego animals online. may have found my next go-to-bed-on-time motivation purpose

[just-mya-writing]

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” ~ South Park Boys

I was in the middle of writing something completely different when this idea hit me like a metal bat. I will not offer an explanation, but I will make this a series. I’m half sorry

SP boys x gn!reader

Stan

It’s a cold, rainy night and the two of you are lounging lazily on his couch

you were meant to go home a little over two hours ago, but Stan’s car is practically frozen and broke down on the way to work yesterday and you refuse to walk back in the freezing rain

instead, you and your boyfriend were content cuddling together, enjoying each others company

resting on his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat, lulling you into a sense of security and safety

sighing through your nose, you snuggled up closer to Stan as he tightened his grip around your waist while his other hand scrolled endlessly on YouTube shorts

he’s watching Minecraft videos

looking up at him, you softly break the comfortable silence

“hey Stan...?”

“hm?” he looks away from his phone, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as he pressed them against the top of your head

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

he’s silent 

stunned

he expected you to say something cute or cheesy, not something a middle school girl would ask her boyfriend 

“...yes.”

“you hesitated” you pointed out, sitting up slightly 

“well. I had, uh, had to...to think about it first”  he stuttered, trying to figure out what you want to hear

“you had to think about if you love me?” you tilted your head to the side, trying to hold back a smile

“I do! I love you, even if you were a worm!” his panicked voice squeaked out, pulling you closer to him so your face was burred in the crock of his neck  

he smiled when he felt you giggle against his skin

“no matter what or where you are, I’ll always love you...you know that” he whispered, running his hand over the back of your head

you didn’t even need to answer him, you both knew the answer

“...my little worm” 

he snickered

well shit

new pet name unlocked

he gets you one of those fuzzy noodle worms on a string for your birthday

your his little worm now

be the best worm you can be

Kyle

he had taken you out to eat 

he wasn’t paying attention when you mentioned you wanted to eat him out but you forgive him

picking up your tray of food, you brought it to the outside table Kyle had spent fifteen minutes picking out, cuz it just had to be perfect

you smiled at the red head as you sat down, picking up his drink and handing it over 

“hey Kyleee...” you started, watching his entire face break out into a smile

“yesss...” he responded in the same sing-song tone of voice, picking up a straw 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

his smile dropped

a look of confusion took its place

he wrinkled his nose

“the fuck?”

“would you still love me if I was a worm?” you repeated simply, taking a sip of your own drink

“why would you be a worm?” 

you shrugged

“it could happen” you reasoned, hiding your smile behind your cup

“no it can’t, you can’t just randomly turn into a worm” he argued, fiddling with the unopened straw

“I could end up drinking a...worm turning into potion” 

he just looked at you with a deadpan stare

you took a long sip of your drink

“..oh no, I think the café accidentally gave me a worm turning into potion” you gasped, looking between your drink and Kyle

he opened one end of his straw, putting his lips to the exposed plastic tube and blowing, causing the paper wrapped around to hit you squarely in the forehead 

“my poor little worm head...” you pouted, finally causing a snort out of your boyfriend

the rest of your lunch was mostly uneventful, the two of you chatting and people watching

a few hours later, at your house, your taking your sweater out of the dryer

Kyle spilled food on it, he said he’s sorry

Kyle walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you for a quick hug and kissing your temple 

“...yeah” he muttered before walking away 

“yeah what?” you called after him, confused

“Yeah, I would love you if you were a worm” he smiled before rounding a corner “don’t let it go to your head” he added from down the hall

too late

your ego has been boosted and the smile won’t leave your face

he’d be the best boyfriend a worm could have

Kenny

laughing his ass off

help him

he’s going to choke on his gum and die again

you both were sitting on his bed

but now he’s practically rolling on the floor

his contagious laughter making you struggle to contain your giggles

“aha...wha, what did you...” he took a deep breath, tears nearly forming in his eyes “can you repeat the question?” he finally managed to say 

you took a deep breathe of your own, trying to contain your laughter

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

once again he erupted into a fit of laughter, just like when you first asked him

you’re not sure what you were expecting him to do or say when you asked, but it surely wasn’t a reaction like this

he suddenly stopped, sitting up and looking into your eyes, deathly serious

“I can’t fuck a worm”

now it was your turn to laugh

the laughter that came from the both of you could probably be heard from outside, not helped by the fact that Kenny was making things worse

“wait wait wait...” he shuffled over to you, hands on your shoulders “what if I...hahaha, what if I was a worm too.” he snickered, almost unable to finish his thought. “We’d have hot worm sex!”

you couldn’t even respond to him as his laughter started to mix into him coughing his lungs out, leaning onto you for support

he thought he was so funny

you started to gently rock him back and forth

“Kenny, Kenny, you didn’t answer the question!” you reminded him

“I can’t” he squeaked, voice growing horse 

his arms were now wrapped snugly around your body and you could do nothing but shake your head, running your hand through his fluffy blonde hair

his laughter slowly died down, his head still stuck on your shoulder as he squeezed you

“I dunno, would you love me if I was a worm?” he giggled 

“hmm...no” you joked, earning a little nip on your neck from him in protest

“well that’s unfortunate...cuz I’d love you, even if you were the ugliest worm in the dirt” 

you rolled your eyes

“excuse you, I’d be a hot worm” you smiled

he lifted his head up and kissed your cheek

“I’d make you a little worm house, and sing you little worm songs at night, and carry you around with me in my parka...” he rambled, small ghosts of of kisses being peppered around your face 

“alright, alright I get it” you conceded, feeling your face heat up from the relentless kisses 

“nooo, my perfect partner needs to know that they’d be the perfect worm” 

he’s not letting you go

keeps telling you how he’d care for you if you were a worm

wants to cuddle like worms

its just him laying on top of you

you can’t move

it’s fine

Cartman

“abso-fucking-lutely not”

“Cartman!”

“I barely love you now”

“Cartman.”

“What kind of stupid question is that, dumbass?”

“Eric”

he’s in trouble and he knows it but doesn’t care

he needs you to know how stupid your question was

why a worm?

why would you even be a worm?

why would you ask him in the middle of watching a horror movie?

would saying yes make him some kind of furry?

these are the questions that plague his mind while you’re lecturing him

hope you weren’t expecting him to pay attention

“I’m not even attracted to worms, stupid, I’m attracted to you”

Cartman is a self claimed yousexual

he’s only got the hots for you and you only

no worms allowed

you’re a moronsexual

now actively steps on worms when it rains

no slimy worm in going to steal his partner if he has anything to say about it

Butters

starts tearing up

starts thinking the worst

what if while your cuddling he accidentally crushes you

what if a bird comes and swoops you up while you guys are having a picnic

do worms have lips? could he still kiss you?

maybe he could kiss your little worm head

oh gee how long do worms live for??

his thoughts are swirling and he doesn’t know what to do besides mildly panic

he promises he’ll be the best boyfriend a worm could ask for

he’ll try his best to keep you happy

“oh, please don’t leave me for a hotter, more capable worm”

you’re gonna have to explain it’s a joke before he starts googling ‘what to do when the love of my life turns into a worm’

bless his heart

[flowershines]

Closer Road Trip

Series summary: Being the 8th member of Enhypen means that you get to spend time with people that actually make you feel special but little does everyone know that during most of those times your on your knees in front of them as you pleasuring them everyday.

Warnings: Smut, cumming in pants, public, handjob, wet dreams, dirty talk (lmk if i missed any) 

Niki is not included in this series

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“How much longer till we get there, I can feel my knees locking in place.”

You whined as you tried to extend your body, leaning your head onto Jay’s chest and pushing your feet up against Jake’s, not to mention being squished in between two men who are much bigger than you isn’t as easy as it sounds. “Soon.” Heeseung said looking at the map in front of him, every time you asked how much longer it was always him saying ‘soon’ or ‘we’re almost there’ you were so sick of it. Picking up your phone you tried turning it on only to be met with a screen showing the battery percentage being at zero, huffing out you slammed your phone on your leg and rested your head onto Jay’s shoulder as you looked at his phone with him. His head turned to look at you and cocked an eyebrow “My phone died.” was all you said while not taking your eyes off of his phone, he was watching your most recent concert to look for any of his mistakes that happened on stage.

Looking back at his phone he just brushed it off like nothing was happening, the man on the other side of you passed out, his head rested on the seatbelt as his body was turned towards the window. It already felt like hours passed by even though it has only been two hours, you had to travel states away and looking out the window from the middle seat can only get you so far till you are filled with boredom. Heesung and Sunghoon were talking about a thing that they saw on the map, you didn't really care to listen because they were talking in smart terms. Jungwon was the only member in the middle row that was awake as the other members leaded their heads on him for support, he looked even more squished then you were his phone was on his lap as he was watching a video not even being able to put up his hands to hold his phone without waking them up.

Jay sat up and grabbed his bag that was in the corner between the seats. He brought the bag up onto his lap as he paused the video, you lifted up your head from his shoulder and gave him space so that way he could find what he needed. He took something out of the bag and placed the thing from the bag next to him as he zipped up his bag once again and placed it back in its previous spot, as you went to put your head back onto his shoulder he handed you a rubik’s cube “Solve it.” he said as he pressed play on the video he was watching. Fiddling with the toy your mind was pulled away from it as a noise was heard to the man to your right who was sleeping, you picked your head up turning your head to the boy as his face was filled with multiple expressions turning your attention to the other man his face showed how he was just as confused as you were.

The noises from the boy eventually started going quiet once more while your eyes went back to looking at the cube, your fingers ran across the edges as you spun it around looking at every side to get a good look at what colors were left unsolved. “Pick a color.” Asking the man as you looked at him and held up the cube so that way he would understand that you were referring to a color on the rubik's cube, “Yellow” he responded then looked back at his phone you listened to him as looked for a side that had the most squares of yellow on the side before trying to solve it. After about a couple of minutes you had gotten all the yellow squares onto one side of the cube, another noise was heard from the boy once more but this time it was much louder and had gotten more muffled form his hands this time everyone in the car that was awake heard the noise and turned their head back to look at who made the noise. “Who was that?” Heeseung asks quietly, not wanting to wake the others while he turns around from his seat.

You pointed to Jake not wanting to make any noise, he had a weird look displayed on his face with one of his eyebrows raised while the boy next to you continued to make the muffled noises. One of the boys that sat next to Jungwon woke up from everyone talking “What's going on?” Sunoo asks, looking around being clueless to what was happening around him, “Jake is making some weird-” Sunghoon was cut off by the boy making the same noises once again. “Wait Y/n wake him up.” Jay whispers in your ear you gave him a questionable look “Why?” he pointed towards Jake’s pants “The sooner you wake him up the better.” Your eyes trailed from the boy’s face down his body and to his pants to where Jay had been pointing earlier, now you understood why he was making those noises he was having a wet dream.

All of the dots finally connected in your mind as you ran your hand along his arm trying to shake his arm just enough to wake him up but only to be faced by multiple moans, everyone in the car was giving him a weird look “Is he-” Sunoo asks before he could even finish his sentence Jay cut him off by saying “Yup.” his eyes never left his phone, “Ew i’m going back to bed.” he said before he rested his head back onto Jungwon’s shoulder. The funniest thing was none of the members seemed to care that much you continued to shake Jake hoping that you can wake him up before he embarrasses himself more than he already has, thankfully he turned in his sleep “Jake wake up.” You told him that his only response was a soft mumble. He started to sit up when his gaze was met with multiple members looking at him. Suddenly he was sitting straight up looking more wide awake than ever “You guys heard?” he asked, looking scared as his face started to turn red from embarrassment.

He placed his hands on his face to try and hide his embarrassment but failed, you placed your hand on his shoulder “It’s okay, honestly everyone gets dreams like that.” he mumbled into his hands “But the timing of the dream could not be any worse.” you stroked his shoulder “You can’t control that though, it's not your fault that you were thinking about that while you were sleeping.” his hands left their previous spot from his face to now resting on his lap. He started to undo his sweatshirt one arm after the other then placing it on his lap which made you obviously come to conclusions now knowing that he was using the sweatshirt to hide his hard on, “Pick a color.” you said trying to change the topic while the rest of the members turned around and continued what they had previously been doing before. “Huh?” He asked , which resulted in you lifting up the rubik’s cube in your hand. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as he realized what you meant.

Bringing his finger to the toy in your hand he pointed to the red square, you had no idea why he didn't just say it but it wasn’t that big of deal. Minute by minute passed as you were still trying to solve the cubed toy in front of you. Heeseung saw a sign and told everyone that was awake, “There is a place to use the bathroom ahead, if you gotta use the bathroom come in with us. I don’t know if you wanna wake up Niki and Sunoo to see if they have to go as well." Hearing Heeseung’s request Jungwon woke up to two guys that laid on both of his shoulders while he asked if they had to use the bathroom. They said they would go in with them. On the other hand you didn't have to go so you figured you would just stay in the car and solve the rubik’s cube, driving in the exit everyone who was leaving the car started to get ready everyone but you and Jake. Watching as the members got out of the car Jay asked “Are you sure you guys don’t need to go?” you just nodded “I’m good.” Turning to Jake he responded “Same” hearing you both respond by saying you were fine he shut the door and locked the car behind him as he and the rest of the members walked into the building.

You turned to Jake and asked “Are you okay now?” as your eyes move to look down then back at him so that way he can get what you were hinting at, “I’m still hard if that’s what you're wondering.” being shocked by his sudden cockiness you nodded as you pulled your attention away from him. “You said that everyone gets dreams like that, does that mean you do too?” your eyes stayed focused on the cube trying to solve the red side “Yeah.” you responded not taking your eyes off the toy “Of who?” your attention finally turned to him as you looked him in the eyes as you cocked an eyebrow and said “Wouldn’t you like to know.” teasingly. His hand closest to you grabbed the cube from your hand “Yes I would, about who?” you looked at your hands as they fiddled with one another, you could not look at him because how were you supposed to tell him that not only that you have those dreams about him but the rest of the members as well. (except Niki)

His fingers went up to your chin while he pulled your face closer to his, “Why all quiet now?” thinking of the words to tell him but nothing fell from your lips as your lips remained sealed. “You think about me when you have those dreams?” Your thighs rubbed against one another as you tried to look at him but soon became embarrassed from his cockiness taking over you, “You do think about me in that way, how cute.” He said as he brought his hand up to your hair and stroked it softly as you picked your head up and looked him in the eyes, finally making eye contact with one another, “Do you dream about me fingering you?” before you could even respond he asked another question.

“Or maybe you dream about sucking me off?” He wasn’t wrong but that wasnt a good thing because you knew Jake like the back of your hand, the more cocky he got means the more he gets his way no matter the situation even if he is in the wrong he would always get his way. “I bet dreaming of me gets you all wet, huh?” He said as his eyes scanned your “You play with that pretty pussy when you wake up, imagining it was me?” the grasp he had on his pants tightened while his eyes scanned your body, he grabbed the sweatshirt that he previously had on his lap and started to put it on giving you a clear view of his hidden bulge. His hand moved down till one of his hands rest over his hard on slightly rubbing himself through his sweatpants while the other hand made its way to the side of your face, “God your so beautiful, makes me wonder what you would look like as you suck my cock.” his tone started to be filled with lust as his eyes darkened with each word.

Squeezing your thighs as tight as possible you tried your best to show that he ‘wasn’t’ having an affect on you but he always knew when you were lying, he moved his hand from your face to the inside of your thigh “All wet for me and I didn’t even touch you.” his words sounded like honey as they smoothly soothed your brain with his voice. You whined but your lips did not part as they made your noises muffled by your mouth, “Speak princess, what do you need me to do to you?” you mouth felt dry from the lack of words as you became speechless while the other part of you was basically drooling at the way he was talking to you. “Please Jake.” You pleaded to him as you started to inch closer to him with every second that passed by, he could not take you being this close and not taking action. He pressed his lips onto yours kissing you deeply as he had no other intention than being passionate and pleasuring you, your hand moved from your thigh to slowly inching closer to his clothed bulge. Running your fingers along the outline he made it obvious which parts of his cock was the most sensitive, you ran your finger along his tip through the fabric while a small grunt was heard from him as bottom lip fell in between his teeth.

Your fingers moved to play with the laces for his sweatpants that held them in place, his actions started to become more sporadic by the minute as his body started to be filled with desperation. He started to pull down his pants only past his knees as he was now giving you a clear image of his boner that constantly was twitching in his boxers, where his tip fell there was a pool of pre cum that stained them giving his boxers a darker tint than before. Your hands started to stroke him over the fabric, looking up you see the man holding back his moans, his hair was dangling in his face, his bottom lip in between his teeth, his grip on the seat started to turn his knuckles white, and his eyes started to roll back into his head.

As time flew by you almost went to put your hand into his pants but only to be met by his hand grabbing your wrist keeping it in place and continuing the motions, his grunts started to fill the car as the windows started to fog up from both of your hot body temperatures radiating off of one another. His hand guided you to keep moving as his hand moved yours faster you felt like your hand was going to fall off from how hard he was gripping your wrists, looking down to his pants his hips started to thrust up into the motions becoming more and more desperate for his release. Pleasure filled his body as his climax was the only thing that was on his mind while he continued his motions the pool of pre cum that stained them soon turned into an even bigger pool of not just pre cum but cum as well, his body shook and he placed his hips back onto the seat slowing down the motions of your hand as he didn’t want to overstimulate himself.

Bringing your eyes up his body you saw his eyes already starring into yours “Thank you.” he said while he quickly started to pull up his pants, your face was filled with confusion as why he was in such a rush only to have your question answered by the car door opening and hearing “Why are the windows foggy?” Niki asked looking at Heeseung then you two. Looking at one another you just shrugged to him as they all got into the car, Jay took his seat down next to you and whispered in your ear “Have fun? I could’ve made you feel 10x better, than he ever can make you feel.”

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jim and pam (sv5) (dr3)

pornstar!seb x pornstar/camgirl!reader , pornstar!daniel x pornstar/camgirl!reader

summary: who would’ve thought an episode of the office would make you feel so introspective

notes: this one’s short, i’m sorry

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Things had become odd after your day spent with Sebastian. It was like there was a new energy surrounding you.

Sebastian was great, really. He was sweet, flirty yet still respectful. You honestly wanted nothing more than to grab him by his shoulders and plant a kiss against his lips. It also didn’t help that his channel hadn’t had any new videos posted to it as of late.

You didn’t want to assume that this was some grand gesture of his devotion to you, but a part of you still hoped. You hoped that you were the reason he wasn’t seeing other women, that he was actively choosing to spend his time with you as opposed to spending it filming with other people.

You find yourself seeking him out regularly, longing for his attention, and he’s more than happy to give it to you. Lunches turn into movie nights turn into sleepovers turn into making breakfast together in the kitchen.

That’s how you find yourself seated on the couch, with Sebastian on the other side of it. You’ve both got plates of food on your lap, and are facing each other while the television plays in the background. You had decided that you should watch something together while you ate, and you picked The Office. It was funny, something simple enough that you didn’t really need to focus on it, you could just relish in the presence of each other.

It plays in the background as you nudge your food around your plate. Sebastian keeps his eyes locked on the television.

“Why doesn���t Jim realize that he should be with Pam?” He asks, not necessarily looking for an answer.

You shrug. “Maybe he’s happy with Karen. I mean, I think he and Pam are perfect together, but it’s possible for him to be happy with someone else too.”

Sebastian turns to look at you, then moves to fully face you. “You think that’s possible? That someone could be so in love, so perfect for someone else, and that they could just ignore those feelings while they’re with someone else?” He raises a brow.

You suddenly feel like you’re no longer talking about The Office. You had always felt comfortable around Sebastian, from very early on. He made it clear that he cared about you, until he pushed you away. Were you making a mistake entertaining the idea of being with Daniel instead?

“I think at this point it’s a right person, wrong time sort of situation for them.” You tell him softly.

He nods. “But that doesn’t mean they can’t fix it in the future. See if they were truly meant to end up together?” He smiles. He turns back to the television when you don’t answer him.

The rest of breakfast is spent quietly watching The Office, and cleaning up the kitchen together.

Sebastian gives you a soft smile just before leaving. “Always a pleasure schatz.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, leaving you at your door.

Daniel comes over just before lunch. You try to expel the awkward air between you from the other day, allowing him to be more affectionate, but not possessive.

Unlike with Sebastian, he keeps his arms wrapped around you on the couch, practically holding you on top of him.

You close your eyes as you rest your head against his chest. You focus on the soft steady beating of his heart, the heart that he’s openly given to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head sweetheart?” He asks, running a hand along your back.

You lift your head to look up at him. He smiles down at you, his dark eyes shining in the light coming in from the window.

“Nothing. Just enjoying this. Being here with you.” You tell him.

He grins, his arms squeezing you a little tighter for a moment. “I’m enjoying this too.”

You fiddle with your hands as you watch Daniel gather his things before leaving. He tugs his hoodie back on over his head, and grabs his keys off your counter.

“Daniel?” You ask, following him to the door.

“Yes sweetheart?”

You rock back and forth on your heels. “Maybe, you could just spend the night? It’s getting late, and I don’t mind having you over.” Your words are quiet, like you’re almost afraid of saying them out loud.

He nods. “I’ll stay. But only if you’re sure you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

He drops his keys back on the counter, and follows you to your room. He pulls his hoodie back off, then begins to pull his shirt off too.

“Is this okay? I usually just sleep in my boxers… If not I can just sleep in my jeans.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine.” You try not to stare as Daniel strips in front of you.

Your phone screen lights up with a notification. It’s a goodnight text from Sebastian. You respond quickly before putting your phone face down on your bedside table.

You start off on opposite sides of the bed, but quickly feel Daniel’s arm wrap around you, pulling you against him. His soft snoring proves that it was a subconscious move, that he probably had no intention of possibly stepping over a line when you invited him to stay the night.

However, you’re the one who feels trapped between a rock and a hard place. Well, Daniel’s chest, and the phone sitting two feet away from you. You know you have to make a choice, but feel torn between the two men who’ve chosen to love you. You just have to hope that you pick the right one.

[munsonify]

lost bracelet

pairing. steve harrington x fem!reader

summary. after finding a lost bracelet at a house party, steve keeps ahold of it in hopes someone comes looking for it. luckily for him, he notices that the pretty girl at the video store with a matching necklace.

genre. fluff

tropes. meet cute (kind of)

content warning/s. alcohol and weed consumption, making out and sexual touching (in a flashback), not proofread lol.

word count. 1448

disney princess collection

A shiny, dainty bracelet dangled, hooked on a loose screw on the brown banister of Mike Lewinski’s house. It was late, streetlights shining through the houses front doors. Even through Steve’s slightly drunken haze, the silver jewelry caught his eye quickly. The streetlights shined perfectly as it caught the dangling beauty.

Steve stumbled over slightly to the banister, thick fingers grasping at the bracelet gently as he admired it. The design looked familiar - small multicolored flowers dangling from the chain. He admired it, thoughts racing and blurring together as he tries to piece together where he’s seen this bracelet before. With a frustrated huff, he carefully slid it off of the nail, holding it in his hands as his thoughts betrayed him. Steve cant quite remember when he’s seen it. Instead of dwelling - his head beginning to pound and swirl - he hooked it around his own wrist.

“Bracelets like that are the first steps to cross dressing, Harrington. Is there something you need to tell the class?” Robin retorted in a slurred voice, stumbling to Steve’s side. Even drunk, she could find a way to poke harmlessly at her friend.

“I’ve seen it before, Rob,” He mumbled. He made his way to the door. “Think someone lost it. Gotta make sure they find it.”

Robins eyebrows raised at him, watching his drunken figure stumble out of Lewinksi’s house with a serious look on his face.

“So you decided to steal it?”

“I’ll know whose it is when I see them. Gotta keep it safe.”

Stumbling after Steve, Robin just let him be. There was no use trying to talk some sense into him, especially when he’s drunk. With a mumbled “dingus”, the two found their way to a sober Jonathan, who promised to drive them home.

A few days had passed since the night Steve found the flowered bracelet. He’d since taken it off, storing it in his jeans pocket everywhere he went. He was certain he knew who it belonged to - the memory was just buried somewhere in the back of his mind. Long fingers gently fiddled with the silver, becoming almost a nervous habit he’d become comfortable with.

There wasn’t much Steve remembered about that night. He remembered the beers and the loud thumping music, and the possibility that he’d gotten a hit off Eddie’s joint earlier in the night. He also remembered finding the bracelet - it dangled off his wrist even while he crashed and burned into his welcoming bed. He just wished he remembered who it belonged to.

His head snapped up quickly as the bell at the door of Family Video rang out. A group of young boys came in, babbling on about what rated R movie they were hoping to rent. Steve also wished he wasn’t constantly waiting for this mystery person to appear.

“If you keep getting distracted like that, Keith’s gonna fire your sorry ass,” Robin said with a glare. She caught the glare Steve threw back at her and ignored it. They both knew Kieth was too short staffed to do anything more than threaten him.

“Give it up man,” Eddie quipped, his curly hair shaking around his head as he spoke. Steve found himself, once again, fiddling with the bracelet in his pocket. It’d gotten so bad that Eddie of all people picked up on it. “You stole the bracelet, of course nobody’s gonna come looking for it.”

He earned himself a rough smack in the arm, returning with his hands up in defense. Steve seemed more pent up than usual, so Eddie dropped it. He gave him a wonky side eye, before he went outside for a smoke. One he thought Steve would benefit from.

A stack of videos rested on Steve’s hip as his eyes scan the shelves. He hadn’t worked in three days, and Kieth had somehow rearranged the entire store. That left Steve and Robin scrambling to familiarize themselves with the new set up. Steve couldn’t help but let out a frustrated huff.

He stumbled around the store with heavy feet, placing each returned film in its proper place, completely focused on his task. He was walking in circles in a dull attempt to finish the stack. Steve had already found himself in a bad mood to begin with. Rain poured outside, the dark clouds making Hawkins look more depressing than usual. He made sure to make a comment about the humidity and his hair to Robin before they were forced to work.

So engrossed in the task at hand, Steve failed to notice the front door opening. Somehow his ears didn’t register the chiming of the bell. With one last final trilogy in hand, he was determined to find its home before he even dared to look back at the register or the front door.

It wasn’t until a nice smelling perfume filled his senses that he came back to his surroundings. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He recognized that scent. It wasn’t Robins, he knew that, the scent too distinct for him not to pick up on it. It certainly wasn’t Nancy’s. He’d grown a slight adversity to it.

A sweet voice rang into his ears before he could come to his own conclusion.

“Excuse me, sir?” you asked. Steve shuffled around on his feet at the question, eyes locking with yours the moment he finds them. His eyebrows knitted together even more at the sight of a woman his age - why were you calling him sir? He quickly chalked it up to politeness.

“Can you help me find the romance section please? You must’ve rearranged the store, I can’t find it.” Your pretty smile ignited something inside of him. His mind quickly flooded with the memory he’d been looking for since the party at Lewinski’s.

He quickly remembered your soft lips against his, the gentleness of your fingers brushing through his hair, the loud music surrounding the two of you. Steve had your back pressed into a corner of the dining room, locking you in place. He remembered the strawberry lipgloss you had on, too. It was an odd contrast to the liquor on your tongue. More importantly, he remembers the pretty necklace that you wore that night. It was a perfect match to the bracelet in his back pocket.

An awkward cough escaped your throat at the sudden quietness. Your eyebrows were raised in a confused sort of way as you stared up into his eyes. You hardly noticed his blush before he turned his head. Steve began babbling about how Keith - his manager - switched everything around without warning. You followed his awkward stumble towards the new spot for romance in the store.

There was something familiar about the man, you just couldn’t pinpoint where the familiarity came from. You fiddled with the flowered necklace around your neck as you moved past the thought. Your eyes landed immediately on the romance movie you were in search of. A giddy laugh rang into Steve’s ears as you slid the video off the rack and into both hands.

You walked up to the front of the store, letting the man guide you once again. Quickly, you noticed the way he reached inside of his front pocket and fidgeted. He seemed nervous, or deep in thought. He slid behind the counter to the register, eyes flickering up at you as he speaks.

“You were at Lewinski’s party last weekend, right?”

You couldn’t help but scoff at the reminder. A quick nod of your head gave him his answer, though you still spoke. Steve noticed the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance. It made his heart flutter.

“Yeah, but I kinda wish I didn’t.” Your words made his heart drop. He wondered if you remembered, or if you were too far gone to recall it. Your next words washed that away, though. “I lost my bracelet that night. It was my favorite, too.”

Steve’s hand found its way down to his pocket again. This time, he tugged out a thin bracelet. The same bracelet you were missing. Your eyes lit up again at the sight of it, relief filling your body. More rambles spew from his mouth, explaining that he found it when he was heading out and didn’t want to leave it.

He felt your fingers brush against his as you took it from his hand. Your bright smile and your gentle touch had his head spinning. You rambled on much like he did about how grateful you were of him. It didn’t take long for you to get choked up on your words. The way Steve stared into your eyes, you remembered where you’d knew him from. Warmth bloomed from your neck and stretched to your face. He’d been on your mind for days - you had no idea you’d run into him like this.

You weren’t sure what stars aligned for this to happen, but you were beyond grateful it did.

taglist. @songbirdofthenight

[little-pondhead]

Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime”, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

[waratah-moon]

Gremlin

Four times Dustin was clueless, and the one time Lucas spelled it out for him. Shout out to @lfaewrites for proofreading & encouragement!

masterlist / read on ao3 < bonus smutty drabble posted there ;) I Think We’re Alone Now < smut add on

Pairing: dad!Eddie x mom!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Teen pregnancy (not elaborated on), cheerleader!reader, shitty parents, enemies to friends platonic!steddie Steal my writing and I will hex you

1. Eddie’s trailer

Eddie opened the door of his trailer and was very surprised to see Dustin Henderson on his doorstep.

Dustin didn't wait to be invited inside, pushing past a bewildered Eddie, “do you have my book report? I lost it after the last Hellfire meeting and I really don't want to rewrite it."

He'd never been inside Eddie's trailer before. It was slightly cluttered but in a homey-lived-in kind of way. The walls were lined with baseball caps, and a collection of novelty mugs hung above the couch.

“What, no hello? You need to work on your manners, Henderson.”

“Sorry,” Dustin looked around the living room, taking in an array of stuffed animals on one end of the couch and a pile of picture books on the coffee table. He wasn’t about to judge what Eddie Munson did in his spare time. “Nice place. Do you have my book report?”

"The one on Grapes of Wrath? I wondered who that belonged to. Let me find it," Eddie disappeared into what Dustin could only assume was his bedroom.

Dustin looked around the trailer, eyes landing on a couple of baby photos that he guessed were of Eddie. He stepped forward to get a closer look, but stopped when he felt something under his foot; it was a small toy that looked a lot like the Muppet Babies version of Fozzie Bear. Before he could investigate further, the phone rang.

Eddie came racing out of his room and breathlessly answered the phone. "Hello?" He waited for the person on the other end to respond, a smile crossing his face when they answered. “I mean, maybe. How difficult is it?” Eddie was grinning now and Dustin could swear he was twirling the phone cord like a teenage girl. “I think I can manage that. How did Gremlin do?”

Eddie's smile turned to a soft pout. He spotted Dustin out of the corner of his eye and turned away,  “I’ll see you soon, okay?” Dustin heard him mumble something into the receiver, but couldn't quite make out the words.

Once Eddie hung up the phone he walked into the kitchen and began fiddling with the knobs on the oven.

“Eddie?” Dustin raised his eyebrows as Eddie pulled a casserole dish out of the freezer and put it on the bench.

“Oh, shit. Your thing. Right. I think I know where it is. It got mixed up with the one shot we did last week,” he disappeared again, and Dustin thought he could see a glimpse of a floral patterned bedspread through the door of his room.

Eddie reappeared and handed him a few pieces of paper. "Thanks, man.” Dustin looked at the casserole dish on the bench. “So what’s for dinner?”

Suddenly, Eddie was herding him out of the trailer, “as much as I’d love for you to stay, I have a hot date.”

2. Family Video

Dustin was sitting behind the counter at family video, something Keith had adamantly stated was not allowed. Steve was the only one working, and he didn't care what Dustin did, just happy to have company during the slow part of his shift. Dustin had brought takeout from the diner up the road, only offering to share his fries when Steve had complained. "C'mon, dude, it's gonna stink of fast food in here."

The door jingled and Steve absentmindedly began his ‘welcome to Family Video’ spiel while twisting a Rubik’s cube, only stopping when he looked up at the woman who’d arrived at the counter.

“Real customer-focused service you’ve got here,” you smiled, hoisting the toddler you were holding higher up on your hip.

“Oh hey!” Steve grinned, ducking down so he was on eye level with the little girl, “how’s my favourite Cabbage Patch Kid doing?”

Cabbage Patch Kid? Dustin thought, pushing his food aside to watch the interaction.

The little girl smiled shyly, hiding her head of dark brown curls into the crook of your neck. 

You sighed, “Steve, I’ve told you before, stop insinuating my child looks like a Cabbage Patch Kid.”

“But she has the dimples,” he stood up straighter, poking his tongue out when the little girl showed her face, causing her to emit the world's cutest giggle.

“She gets those from her father, not Coleco,” you kissed your daughter's cheek, smoothing down her unruly hair. “Did Care Bears come in?”

“Sure did,” Steve pulled a tape from the counter below, scanning it.

“Great!” You looked around the store, eyes landing back on Steve. “Can you watch her for a sec while I grab a couple more?”

“‘Course!” Dustin watched as Steve held out his arms and you passed the toddler to him. The little girl’s hands instantly reached to pull for his hair while you darted off to the horror section.

“Not the hair,” Steve groaned, attempting to tilt his head backwards and away from the prying hands.

“Pretty,” the little girl mumbled, tugging a lock of Steve’s hair. Dustin stifled a laugh.

“Me? Why thank you, I think you’re very pretty too, the prettiest little Cabbage Patch Kid around,” he bumped his nose against the toddler’s, kissing her forehead. Dustin gagged. 

The scene was adorable, but it went against everything he thought he knew about Steve Harrington.

You'd found what you were looking for and arrived back at the counter, setting down two more tapes; A Nightmare on Elm Street and Splash.

“Interesting double feature,” Steve remarked, the toddler now clutching her arms tightly around his neck, refusing to let go.

“Date night,” you grinned sheepishly, holding out your arms to collect your daughter. Steve attempted to pry her off his neck, but she was clinging on for dear life.

"Seevie stay," she whined, tightening her grip on the man.

Steve scanned the tapes using his free hand, seemingly unfazed. “Oh, did you hear about Ethan Carroway?”

You dug around in your purse, finding the correct amount of money to pay for the tapes, “and Ivy Tech? I know! How dumb can you be?” You handed over cash.

“I mean, he seemed like the type though, right?” He put the tapes in a plastic bag, a bit of a challenge with only one hand but he managed, handing the bag across the counter to you.

You hummed in agreement. “Some people just don’t change. Others surprise you,” you smiled, taking in the sight of 'King Steve' Harrington pulling faces at your two year old. "C'mon Gremlin, let's get home and see if Dad taped Muppet Babies."

"Aminal?" Your daughter loosened her grip on Steve and looked at you.

"Yep," you held out your arms and she finally let Steve pass her back. You smiled at the man behind the counter. “Thanks Steve, I’ll see you later.”

"See ya," Steve called after you as you exited the store.

Dustin was gobsmacked, his mouth hanging open as he watched Steve go back to fiddling with the Rubik's cube on the counter.

"What the hell was that?" Steve jumped when Dustin spoke, seeming to have forgotten about the young teen's presence.

He managed to keep his cool, nonchalant tone, "what was what?"

"Were you just flirting with her?"

"What?!" Steve sounded offended. "With her? Of course not."

"She has a kid, Steve."

"I know," Steve had turned to look at Dustin now, leaning with his back against the register. "She has a boyfriend too. We went to high school together. She was a cheerleader, I was on the basketball team. We're friends."

"I didn't know you had other friends," Dustin cocked his eyebrow with a grin. He vaguely remembered his mom gossiping with Mrs. Wheeler about a cheerleader who got pregnant a few years ago.

Steve rolled his eyes, turning back to face the front door, "and you don't know as much about your friends as you think you do, Henderson."

Dustin frowned, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Eat your burger."

3. Max’s trailer

Storm clouds hung over Hawkins, and rain had been attempting to sprinkle all morning. Riding their bikes all the way to the Forest Hill Trailer Park probably wasn't the smartest idea, but it was Dustin and Lucas's only mode of transport since Steve decided to pick up more shifts at Family Video.

They pulled up to Max’s trailer, the wheels of their bikes spitting up gravel as they skidded to a halt. Max had watched them ride up from the window, and she was already standing in the doorway when they reached the porch.

“What are you two doing here?”

“We were wondering if you wanted to see a movie, or go to the arcade," Lucas asked, he always sounded nervous talking to Max.

"Or do anything," Dustin added. "We're so bored." It was true. Mike was on his weekly phone call to El, and since the mall had burnt down the activities in Hawkins had become severely limited.

“I can’t," she had her headphones slung around the base of her neck, her trusty Walkman in her hand. "I’m babysitting.”

"Babysitting? Since when do you babysit?" Dustin peered over her shoulder inside the trailer, but Max moved to block his view. Over her shoulder he could see an animated movie playing on the TV, it looked like the Care Bears.

“Since we moved in here,” she shrugged.

“Huh?”

"I like her parents, they're cool, so I offered to look after Gremlin whenever they wanted some alone time. Plus her mom always brings over cookies. This time it’s peanut butter chocolate."

"You offered?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" She squinted, her tone accusatory.

"Kind of, yeah," Dustin said, groaning when Lucas elbowed him in the ribcage.

“What Dustin means is that you seem to have other interests that don’t coincide with babysitting.”

Max rolled her eyes, moving to put her headphones back on.

“Wait! Can we at least come in and hang out?”

“Nope. I’ve got other interests that don’t coincide with hanging out,” her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she shut the door in their faces.

Lucas sighed, but Dustin was already making his way to the trailer opposite Max’s.

“What are you doing?” Lucas watched, before quickly following after his friend.

“Eddie’s home, his van is out front.”

“And there's another car next to it, he has someone over," Lucas added, pointing at the red Ford Fairmont parked next to the van.

But Dustin was already knocking on the trailer door to listen to Lucas.

The door swung open, revealing a flushed and wild haired Eddie. His eyes were dark, and his tee-shirt was on inside out; when he took in that it was Dustin at the door, his expression turned from annoyed to pissed.

"Henderson? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"We were in the area," he started, turning to see that Lucas had not joined him on the porch but had stopped halfway between Eddie and Max's trailer. He continued, "do you want to hang out?"

"I'm a bit busy right now, dude," Eddie folded his arms across his chest, still glaring at Dustin.

"Do you have a girl over?" Dustin tried to peer into the trailer but only managed to spot a bowl of popcorn and a couple of VHS tapes on the coffee table.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "sure let's go with that. Are we done here?" He started to shut the door, but Dustin stuck his arm out.

"Wait! Who is it? Is it Shelley Keibler? She was totally flirting with you at lunch last week."

Eddie looked disgusted, "ugh, no, dude. She buys from me and she was flirting to get a discount; which I didn't give her, by the way."

"Then who?"

"Don't worry about it, Henderson. I’ll see you on Monday." He grinned and shut the door.

4. Hawkins High

Dustin thought Eddie was acting strange. He hadn’t said anything about Dustin’s ill timed visit when he saw him on Monday, and he hadn’t been in the cafeteria at lunch on Tuesday or Wednesday. Mike had sworn he’d seen Eddie in the library when he’d gone to get money off his sister. He seemed back to his old loud, rambunctious self on Thursday, but during Hellfire on Friday he was constantly watching the clock. When the clock struck 6pm, he was packing up, even though they were in the middle of a high tension fight.

“I’m sorry guys, I have places to be.”

“Where?”

“Oh, that little bar on the corner of nunya and business,” he grinned, stuffing his binders in his bag.

Dustin followed him out to the parking lot, expecting to watch him get in his van and drive off. Instead he was greeted with the same red Fairmont coupe that had been parked in front of his trailer. 

The following week proceeded much the same as the week prior, except this week Eddie cancelled Hellfire. And Eddie never cancelled Hellfire. The table erupted in disgruntled yelling when he broke the news over lunch on Friday, but he just sat back in silence, letting the members spit their disdain.

Dustin finally got a chance to speak with Eddie after school was let out, catching up to him in the parking lot as he was leaving.

“What’s going on? Why are you suddenly acting all weird?”

Eddie sighed, looking over at the red Ford that was parked next to Steve’s BMW. “You do know I have a life outside high school and Hellfire, right? I don’t only exist to further your quest, Henderson.”

“I know that-”

“I’ve been busy, alright? I’ve got some stuff going on.” He studied Dustin’s face, as if he was trying to figure out damage caused by a d20. “Look there’s a one shot I’ve been working on,” he grabbed a notebook out of his bag, ripped out a page, and scribbled something down before handing it to Dustin. “Come to this address tomorrow night, 7pm. Bring Wheeler and Sinclair.”

+1. Hellfire Club

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas weren’t sure where they were going, but surprisingly Steve did. In fact Steve hadn’t put up any kind of fight when Dustin asked if he could drive them somewhere for DnD. Sure he’d sighed, but that sigh was quickly followed by a shrug and a “sure.”

Steve pulled up in front of a small one story house, parking his car behind Gareth’s. Two cars were already in the driveway, a two-toned station wagon, and the red Ford Fairmont that seemed to be everywhere.

Eddie swung the door open, a grin on his face. “You’re here!” He glanced over the boys in front of him before his eyes landed on Steve. “Harrington?”

Steve held his hands up. “Don’t worry, I’m just dropping them off. Thought I’d say hi.” He pointed to the station wagon in the driveway. “Is that your new car?” Eddie nodded and Steve added, “a wagon. Very sensible.”

“I’ll have you know that’s a ‘74 AMC Matador. It has a V8 401 engine, 230 horsepower-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, I have no idea what any of that means.”

“You drive an E23. Dude, a 733i!”

“Doesn’t mean I know anything about it,” Steve shrugged. “Finally traded in the van for a family car, hey?”

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned into the house. “Babe, Harrington’s here,” he called out, before turning back to glare at Steve.

After a moment, you appeared behind Eddie, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “Steve, hey!” Dustin recognised you instantly as the woman from Family Video.

“Hey,” Steve smiled, giving you a little wave. “Wanted to see your new place.”

“Can you stay for a soda? I’ll give you the tour.”

Before Steve could move into the house, Dustin held his arm out to stop him. “Uh,” Dustin looked from you, to Steve, to Eddie, and finally to Mike and Lucas. “What’s going on?”

“Oh right! You guys haven’t met,” Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side, and introduced you to the teens. “This is my girlfriend.”

Once the shock had worn off, Eddie had led the boys inside to the dining room table, where the older Hellfire members were already sitting. You lead Steve in the other direction, making good on your promise of a house tour.

“So this is your place?” Mike took in the surroundings; they were sitting in a dining room that was attached to a small kitchen. Various picture frames dotted the walls and a large potted plant sat next to the china cabinet.

“Yep, we moved in last weekend. The trailer was getting too crowded now that Gremlin’s decided to grow into a tiny human,” Mike had no idea what Eddie was talking about, but Eddie sounded horribly offended at the idea of Gremlin growing. “We’ve been planning the move for ages, but we finally had enough money to do it. Wayne seemed sad to see us go, but I think he’s happy to have the place to himself. Kind of annoying we lost Mayfield as a babysitter, though.”

Dustin seemed to have a faint inkling as to what Eddie was talking about, “I saw your girlfriend at Family Video a few weeks ago with her daughter.”

As if this was the craziest news in the world, Mike blurted out, “a kid?” His eyes darted around the room, finally taking in the several picture frames embedded with the image of a curly haired toddler.

“Yeah, Eddie’s girlfriend has a kid,” Dustin said casually, proud that he’d figured out this fact about his mentor before Mike. “It’s pretty cool you’re a stepdad.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, but Gareth, Jeff, and Grant just laughed. “Stepdad ? Henderson, no, no, no.”

Lucas shook his head, pointing to the closest picture frame; the little toddler was sitting on Eddie’s shoulders, her fingers gripping his dark brown curls, identical to her own unruly mess of hair. She looked like a mini version of him, both had mischief gleaming in their chocolate button eyes. “That’s obviously his kid.” 

Like a sign from above signifying the revelation, an egg timer went off in the kitchen.

Dustin choked on his soda. “You have a kid? How did that happen?”

Lucas whacked him on the back, attempting to stop his friend's spluttering. “How do you think it happened, dipshit?” It seemed to work.

“No,” the tips of Dustin’s ears turned pink, his voice still hoarse. “I meant-”

“You want the story,” Eddie grinned, and Gareth, Jeff, and Grant groaned. He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. “Settle in boys, for this is a tale for the ages.”

Gareth snorted, “What the hell are you talking about? Indie is the product of too much alcohol and an expired condom.”

“Excuse me, but Gremlin was born from an epic love story that crossed not only class barriers, but changed Hawkins society as we know it.”

Steve entered the dining room with a can of cola, you following close behind him. 

“Babe,” you rolled your eyes, having heard the conversation. You set a plate of pizza rolls down in front of the boys. “I think Gareth is a little closer to the truth. It wasn’t West Side Story .”

“You don’t think our story is romantic?”

“Our story? Sure. Teen pregnancy? Not so much.” Steve snorted.

Dustin had calmed down a bit, but he still had a lot of questions. “Wait, I’m confused. Steve said you were a cheerleader. How did you get with Eddie? You’re way out of his league.”

Surprisingly, Eddie didn’t look offended, instead he pulled you into his lap and tucked his chin over your shoulder, looking at the young teens. “You’re dead right, Henderson, she is way out of my league.” You scoffed, ready to disagree with him but he cut you off, “do you want to tell the story, babe?”

You adjusted yourself so you were sitting on Eddie’s thigh, his hands firmly gripping your waist. “My family moved to Hawkins at the start of my sophomore year. I didn’t really notice Eddie much that first year, he was a junior and we ran in very different circles.”

“I noticed her though. Straight away. Especially when she wore her cheer uniform-”

You flicked him on the shoulder, continuing with your story. “Anyway, school was out for the summer. Remember the heatwave in ‘83? I was driving down Millbrook and it was at least 100 degrees outside and the hood of my car started smoking. So I pulled over and began freaking out, because you know Millbrook, it’s all farmland and there’s no one around for miles.”

“But I just happened to be driving down Millbrook.”

“Yeah, Eddie was my knight in a Metallica cut off. He figured out what was wrong with my car, drove us to the auto shop, bought whatever it was that my car needed and fixed it for me.”

“It was super easy, she’d just run out of-”

You cut him off before he could begin to ramble about cars and the importance of checking the coolant level. “I bought him a milkshake to thank him and we’ve been together ever since.”

“And your kid?” Mike asked through a mouthful of pizza rolls.

“Gareth wasn’t far off. Pretty sure it happened after the homecoming dance that Eddie refused to attend. He snuck in my window when I got home with a bottle of peppermint schnapps and…” you drifted off, noticing the wide eyes at the table, as well as Steve's smirk. “I’ll spare you the details. Nine months later Indie was born.”

"Indie? Like Indiana?" Lucas asked, he wouldn’t admit it but the story was romantic.

"No, Indie like Indigo. Indigo Ripley Munson," Eddie said proudly, and you smiled. He'd snuck Ripley on the birth certificate before you could protest, but you had to admit your daughter couldn't ask for a better role model than the badass heroine from Alien.

It was as if her name summoned her. A bleary eyed toddler in pink footie pajamas entered the dining room, rubbing her eyes.

“Hi sweet pea,” you hoped off Eddie’s thigh, picking up your daughter and smoothing her hair. “Did we wake you?”

“Not tired,” she said, instantly contradicting herself by yawning. “Want Dadda to tell me a story,” she pushed away from you, reaching for Eddie. “With princesses.” 

As much as you wanted to be her favourite, it warmed your heart knowing how much she loved her Dad.

Eddie held out his arms to take her from you and she instantly snuggled against him. "Dad’s playing a game with his friends, do you want to listen? There’s no princesses but there are lots of monsters." She nodded, smiling. 

You knew it was futile to try and get her to go back to sleep now that Eddie had promised her a story. Knowing Eddie it would be a gory and violent story, but having sat in on many of Hellfire's campaigns, Indie was used to it. You thought it was creepy that she was enamoured with monsters, Eddie thought it was adorable.

You crouched down next to Eddie so you were on eye level with your daughter. "See those boys over there? That's Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. Do you want to say hi?"

She stuck out her bottom lip, contemplating the question before shaking her head. Dustin grinned, he liked this kid, she had spirit.

"How did you manage graduating with a kid? I mean Eddie obviously didn't," Mike said. The table went silent. Surprisingly, it was Steve that spoke up.

"He could have graduated, he just chose to put his family first, right Munson?"

Eddie looked at Steve and smiled. You stood up to glare at Mike, "Steve's right, Eddie should have graduated in '84, but he had different priorities that year."

Turning his attention to Mike, Eddie sighed, “My first senior year was when we found out about the pregnancy. My uncle got me a job working nights at the plant, so I slept through most of my morning classes. But the money was good and we were able to afford most of the stuff we needed for a new baby without asking for help. But I failed pretty much all my classes.”

You nodded. “My parents cut me off when they found out we were keeping the baby. They already hated that I was with Eddie and were looking for a reason to disown me; teen pregnancy was it. So aside from the secondhand stuff we got from the Holts’ and the Mitchells’, and that Wayne never made us pay rent, we did it pretty much all on our own. Eddie’s second senior year was also my senior year, but it was our first year with Indie too.”

“I didn’t want her skipping class, she’s too smart to not graduate. So I stayed home with Gremlin. Wayne helped out when he could, but I still managed to miss most of my classes.”

“But now, I have a job that lets us afford daycare and rent, and Eddie’s been working real hard at school. You know what they say, third times the charm.”

“This is my year, I can feel it.”

“Damn right, babe.” You leant down to kiss his cheek. “And Indie and I will be right there cheering you on when you cross that stage.”

It was all too much for Dustin to handle, hearing about this part of Eddie’s life; his girlfriend, his daughter, his connection to Steve. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was filled with a newfound desire to protect his friend; he had a family to think about after all, hell he’d traded in his ratty old van for a station wagon.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dustin wasn’t sure if he felt more hurt or betrayed that Eddie had kept such a big part of his life a secret.

“I never hid it, Henderson, you just never asked.”

Dustin thought back to what Steve had said all those weeks ago, ‘you don't know as much about your friends as you think you do.’ He was right, Dustin didn’t know that much about Eddie. He knew he was in a band and liked metal music, but he hadn’t asked him much in the way of personal questions.

“I’m sorry Eddie, I-”

Eddie cut him off with a lazy grin, “Relax, Dustin, we’ve got the rest of the year right?” For some reason the use of his first name instantly put Dustin at ease. He let out a breath and smiled at Eddie. “Now are we playing?”

“And that’s our cue,” you nodded at Steve, leaving the boys and Indie to their game.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home and Indie was finally tucked up in bed, Eddie said something that surprised you.

“I think we should make Steve Indie’s godfather.”

“What? You’re not religious.”

“No, I know. I don’t mean it in the whole ‘teaching faith’ way. I just,” he ran his hand through his hair. “I know he’s important to you, and he loves Indie. If something was to happen to us, I know he’d take good care of her.”

“I think that’s a great idea, babe. Is this about what he said to Wheeler?”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed, he hadn’t wanted to admit that Steve’s approval had affected him. “Maybe.”

You grinned. Steve had been your friend for a long time, since you first moved to Hawkins. You’d known him through his douchebag phase, and you were his only friend from his high school days he’d kept in touch with since he’d mellowed out. But he and Eddie had never gotten along; Eddie was too loud and brash, and Steve still held an air of elitism that although he’d mostly gotten rid of, still reared its ugly head whenever Eddie was around. 

Today, though, the two of them somewhat made an attempt at a truce. “How about we invite him for lunch and ask him?”

Eddie groaned, “ugh, can’t you just ask him?”

“It was your idea!”

“Fine, we’ll do it together.”

Baby steps.

Okay okay... I would really appreciate feedback as I worked my ass off on this one. And guys... I was so nervous my mum read this... that's the first time she's read my writing since I was in high school. @a-lil-pr1ncess @livsters

[buckgasms]

Hey love! So I’m thinking about Daddy!Bucky and how his princess would deal with him being away on a work trip, and what about when he comes home??

PLEASE feel free to make it as FILTHY as possible 😌

Hi my darling 😚 thank you for your message and your wonderful question 🩷

Well they would both be absolute miserable messes because they are both in denial about how co-dependent they are 🥲

I think there would be an enormous amount of things that would have to happen before Bucky even considers leaving his Princess for a few nights.

He'd make sure someone was there with you during the day to keep you company, probably Natasha or Wanda as you feel safer around them both alone and also they are badasses that adore you with all their hearts.

As he usually does, he leaves you a long list of tasks to complete in his absence and he expects you to take lots of pretty pictures to show him you've done them.

On the first day you send him pictures of the lovely food you eat, trying on dresses at a shop with Wanda and getting your nails done. It doesn't seem to bad, just like he's got a busy day of work and you are busy elsewhere. Wanda keeps you busy and has been given full use of the company card to spoil you as much as possible.

🎀

But by the time evening slips around and you are getting ready for bed you feel a terrible ache in your chest. You go into the bedroom and suddenly the bed looks absolutely enormous. You set up your laptop and video call Bucky.

"Hi Babygirl" he coos as you wave shyly at his picture, wishing more than ever you could bury your face in his hairy chest that you can see.

"Are you busy Daddy?" You pout a little and fiddle with your dress. He smiles softly and tells you about his day away from you. It all seems pointless and boring to you. No reason for him to be away from you for something like that. You chat to him for a long while, feeling both sated and aching for him all in one go.

"Pretty girl? You aren't dressed for bed... why don't you get undressed for me hmm? Show daddy what he's missing." You smile and flush at his growly voice, sliding off the bed and moving the laptop so he can watch you change.

You slip your dress off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. As you watch him, you see his hand move and his cock fills the screen, his hand squeezing and stroking as you undress. You giggle at him as your bra comes undone and you skip your underwear down to the floor.

"Fuck baby... So pretty hmm?" He voice fills the room and makes you shiver with delight. He directs your movements, turning this way and that, coming closer, bending, touching. After only a short while you were both reaching a climax, enraptured by the image of the other.

You crawl into bed and drag the laptop over to look at him, feeling sad again. "I miss you Daddy.... Why aren't you here? Can't sleep without you..."

He sighs and gives you a gentle smile again, "I'm sorry baby, just close your eyes and I'll stay here until you fall asleep."

You mumble that you won't be able to but soon you're drifting off to sleep, knowing at least he's close by.

🎀

He's away for two more nights, and by the end of each day you are more pouty, mopey and sad than the last. By the end of the last day, you are actively welling up as you wait for him to answer the video call.

But he doesn't answer. You try again and nothing. You're mind races. What if he's hurt? Or if he forgot about you? Or he can't be bothered. You sob and try to find your phone, maybe you can reach him that way?

Great heavy sobs break your chest, you need Bucky. Not on a screen, not a voice in your ear. You need him holding you close, kissing you, touching you. You crawl up to the bed and collapse, like a Disney princess, sobbing into your pillow, body shuddering.

You feel the bed dip behind you and strong warm arms cover you. "It's ok baby girl. I'm here. Daddy's got you sweetheart." You roll over and gasp between sobs as Bucky's gentle, concerned face fills your vision. You collapse into another wave of emotion, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his smell.

When your sobs calm down he moves you, laying you back on the pillow and hovering over you. He looks tired, his stubble grown but he's happy.

"You're.... You... You came back early?" You stuttered and he pressed a kiss to your wet cheek.

"Of course baby. I couldn't stand to be away from my Princess, and I get the feeling it might have been a little hard on you, by yourself." You shrug, pretending bit to know what he means, as your fingers trace over his face, following the line from his eyebrows, to his cheek, lips and chin.

"I think I was handling it...fine" you said and he chuckled. "Sure you were baby... You're such a good girl hmm?"

He leans forward and presses kisses to your cheek down to your neck. "But I missed my girl, so I need to have a taste... If that's ok with you?"

You let out a giggle as he tugs at your little outfit and removes it from you with the impatience of a man who has been starved for days. In moments you are both undressed, and he is lining up his cock at your entrance. "Always ready for me aren't you pretty baby?" He strains as he enters you in a quick, smooth thrust. You let out a long moan as your hands wrap around his body, keeping him close.

His kisses are urgent and desperate, matching your need for him. He moves back, pinning your hands above your head before increasing his pace and speed.

"Fuck princess, been using my fist these last few days just ain't cut it. Nothing on earth like this perfect cunt. Made for me weren't you sweetheart?" You can only whine and wail as he fills you up, using a free hand to rub your clit and drag you towards your peak. "Daddy.... Daddy mmm'gonna..." You pant and beg as your walls flutter around him.

"It's ok baby, you can come now. My needy little slut, come for me. Got plenty more for you. Gonna fuck you all night..." He growls and leans down, biting your lips before kissing you hard. One final deep thrust has your orgasm ripping through you, walls fluttering and squeezing you him like a vice. He groans a long deep sound as he fills you up and sinks his body down to trap yours.

"God I missed you Princess" he moans against your skin as you giggle and wrap your arms around him again.

"Missed you too Daddy..."

[nickybloodhead]

Could you maybe write something like how younger reader is watching current James perform with Metallica on this tour and after the show they fuck backstage but get caught and they don’t know.

And the next morning they wake up with a small video of them fucking on the whole internet. And then James comforts reader because she’s scared it will ruin her image forever…

Thanks! ���

Oh, anon, you have a dirty mind and I love it ❤️

The show had been crazy, seeing James play with such passion in every song warmed your heart.

The security helped you through the crowd to take you to the boys' rest area. James was the first one to see you and he didn't take long to take your hand and pull you to a private room, he was all sweaty and still with the adrenaline pumping after the show.

His big hands pulled your waist and his lips attacked yours in hungry and lustful kiss, you stood on your tiptoes to try to match his height but it was in vain, you hugged his shoulders and melted in that messy kiss as if your life depended on it.

"You were wonderful tonight, god, you don't know how horny seeing you in those tight pants made me" You bite his lip and go for his neck, lick and nibble at his soft skin, enjoying how he tightens his grip on your waist, his voice is a little hoarse from the show and the moans that escape him are a melody you can't get enough of.

He chuckles and spanks your butt, teasing you as he holds your face with his hand, his thumb caressing your cheekbone and studying your needy expression.

"Glad you enjoyed it baby, now, how about you spread those pretty legs for me, huh?" You nod, mesmerized by his gaze, you sit on the edge of a table, your hands rush to unbutton your pants, he takes care to pull them down and leave them tangled around one of your ankles, he's in a hurry to bury himself in your tight young pussy, he hisses to see your delicate panties already wet, he runs a finger along the spot and fiddles with your slit a little.

"You only need a couple of kisses to be dripping for me, what a pretty girl." He pulled the edge of your panties to the side, licked his lips as he saw your slick dripping and staining your inner thighs, he watched your flushed face and held your jaw to make you open your mouth, pressed two of his fingers on your tongue and made you suck on them just by commanding you with his gaze. You made sure to soak his fingers with your saliva, licked and sucked while looking him in the eyes, he smiled at you with arrogance while moving them deeper into your mouth, almost making you gag.

He pulled his fingers from between your lips, a trickle of drool dripping from them as he brought them down and pushed them hard into your hole, an obscene scream came from you as James groped you, you dug your nails into his forearm to hold yourself up. With his other hand he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you into a messy kiss, your tongues intertwined and your teeth clashed softly as the kiss deepened.

"James, I need it…" You mumbled through your teeth as he nibbled on your lips. He gave you a sidelong glance and teased softly as his lips left yours and went to your neck.

"Come on gorgeous, I won't know what you want if you don't say it properly" His fingers slowed down in your pussy, barely moving in and out slowly, latching onto your rim. You gasped and clenched your legs at the sensation, you gave him a pitying look.

"I…I want your big cock in me."

He gave you a sweet smile with a soft kiss on your cheek, pulled down his fly and released his erect length, positioned himself between your legs and spat on his palm, smeared his cock with his drool and with a final stroke to your wet folds, plunged into your tight hole with a gasp of pure satisfaction.

"That was all you had to ask for, how good you feel around me, so warm baby girl." You closed your eyes and hid your face in his neck, you bit his shoulder to try and draw out your moans, his hips began to move slowly, the drag of his cock hitting all the right places as he fucked you slowly. His large hands held you and caressed your skin reverently."Look how well you take me…that's it, let me take care of you princess"

You let soft whimpers come out of you as you felt the tension in your lower belly slowly become more noticeable, you wrapped your legs around him to keep him as close as possible to you, your clit was caressed by his pelvic bone, James was being so careful, so kind, so…loving. It was irresistible and you were so close to cuming, he knew it, your pussy was getting tighter and fluttering around his length, James was on the edge.

“You're close baby, let it go, cum for me, alright?” His words were sweet against your ear, you blindly sought his lips to kiss him while you did what he asked of you, you reached your orgasm and loved him more than ever, all this while he took out his cock and spilled his seed on your abdomen, adorning your sweaty skin with pearly drops of his semen. There were no words shared, only looks of affection, he took your face in his hands and kissed you again, the relief of both of you surrounding you in a bubble of complete ecstasy.

... Little did they know that their joy would end at dawn.

***

After their passionate meeting backstage, they both went to the hotel, there he took you in his arms and hugged you to fall into a deep sleep; however, his voice woke you up. Your eyes were still half closed due to sleepiness, James was walking from one side to the other, arguing on the phone with someone, he seemed really angry and also a little… worried.

Confused, you rubbed your eyes to clear the sleep and took your cell phone to check the time, but you were surprised to find hundreds of calls and messages from family and friends, in addition to a million notifications calling you slurs, you opened Twitter, fearing that your suspicions were true of what you were probably going to find… You felt a void in your chest when you saw the cause of the commotion, you looked towards James who had stopped to look at you with concern as soon as he saw you holding the cell phone.

Fifteen seconds of you both in a compromising position were now floating around the internet, comments and taunts directed at you and him flooding your inbox. You gasped, unable to contain your fear and threw your phone away, a panic attack was coming, you knew it.

Everything was becoming blurry, your head hurt, this was the worst.

“Hey, hey… Princess, it's okay, I'm taking care of it.” You didn't know when James was next to you, holding you against his chest in a comforting way.

“What are they going to think about you, James…the horrible things they will say about you, I don't, I don't want that for you” You looked into his eyes, there was pain in his gaze, but not for him, but for you, you closed your eyes as tears slid down your cheeks. “I don't even want to think about what they will say about me.”

You said the last thing in a whisper, covered your face with your hands and fell on your back on the bed. He didn't back down, he moved your hands away so he could see you and smiled kindly.

“I'm not going to let anyone dare to insult you, I don't care what they think of me, I've never cared, I'm going to protect you from anyone who wants to hurt you. I will find whoever dared to violate our privacy and I will make them pay, no one hurts my girl, you heard, no one.”

Your eyes reddened by crying looked at him with hope, your breathing regulated and you could feel a little calm, you took his hand and kissed it softly, nodding.

“It's okay, I trust you James” His smile grew and he pulled you back into his arms, he would do everything possible to make sure he never saw one more tear of sadness come out of your beautiful eyes.

Sorry for taking so long anon, I hope this is what you wanted <3

[ohtobeleah]

I need to see that blurb about Fe screaming and waking up Dot like now. I think you owe us a little fluff at this point.

This video had me dying and I couldn’t not think of Terms of Endearment Bradley: Here’s a little 2k Blurb to break up to copious amounts of angst and whump I’ve been throwing your way.

Warnings: Smut.

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Midnight. Usually a time where people would be sleeping soundly and drooling into their favourite pillow after taking one too many melatonin gummies. But not you and Bradley Bradshaw. 

“Oh my god baby you’re so fucking beautiful.” Bradley’s so deep inside you, rocking his hips against yours ever so gently as he coaxes you closer and closer towards your high. “Come on, just one more mama—I wanna see how pretty you look when you cum.” 

“Rooster—“ It’s music to Bradley’s ears as you whine below him, he’s holding himself above you on strong, muscular, fucking tanned to perfection arms. “Baby—!” It was the Wednesday night before your wedding on Saturday. The entire week prior you and Bradley had been buzzing with glee and excitement to finally have the happy ending everyone knew you deserved. “Oh god yes—just keep doing that!” 

Throwing your head back, Bradley moved a hand to cup over your mouth gently, muffling your moans that made his cock twitch inside your pretty core. If he didn’t? He knew at the volume you were currently whimpering at would wake up Odette just down the hall. She had ears like a Hawk. 

“Gonna have to use your inside voice baby.” Bradley lowers his lips to kiss the junction of your neck and shoulder as he moves, fucking you deep and slow while you turn the vibrator your holding against your sensitive bundle of nerves up just one more setting. “Ohh shit— I can feel your vibrator against my shaft baby fuck—“ Sending you closer and closer towards your high as the all too familiar sensation of your stomach tightening, your toes tingling and the coil winding and winding and winding, building to an unimaginable degree. 

“Ohhh—“ Against Bradley’s palm, you moan at the sensation. You feel like your floating with your soon to be husband fucking you like this. It’s damn near pornographic the sounds you're letting out and Bradley can’t take it. “Ohhhh—yes! Oh my gosh—Bradley, baby—“ 

“Fuck, you gotta cum for me mama I can’t hold it—“ For the longest time you were always on top. You needed to be for your own sanity. Bradley didn’t mind, not one bit, he wanted you to feel as comfortable and as safe as possible while you were being intimate together. There was still a lot to unpack, a lot of built up trauma and therapy to sit through—but when you’d asked Bradley Bradshaw to fuck you missionary style while you got yourself off? He couldn’t resist. “Fe I’m not kidding I’m gonna have an aneurysm if I don’t cum in your pretty little pussy right this second.” 

Bradley, with all his manners and good graces, always had you finishing first. But something about tonight had him gunning for a third time before he’d even come once. But for the gentleman he was, he was growing far too desperate. 

“Just a few more seconds Roo I’m there! I’m there I’m so fucking—ahhhhh! Yes!!—“ Your sex toys were Bradley’s best friend. They helped you find your sexual side once more after you’d fallen into a rut. Bradley wasn’t jealous, he loved your pink vibrator with all his heart. He’d sanitise and charge it whenever he was changing the linen on the bed. It was his favourite thing—because it made you feral and he had no problem playing second fiddle to a sex toy so long as he got to see you cum. 

“Ah fuck! fuck fuck! Y/n baby yesss—“ Bradley came the hardest he thought he ever had as he watched on in ore from above how your eyes rolled into the back of your head. How you clenched around his length like a vice, felt how your back arched off the bed you shared every night, how you babbled against the palm of his hand which at this point wasn’t doing anything to muffle your whimpers. 

Jutting his hips against yours as Braldey milked himself dry into your fluttering pussy. Spilling his load deep inside you, hoping just one of his boys would charge ahead and get the party started inside your uterus. You wanted another baby—wanted to grow your family with Bradley and fuck was he determined to make that dream a reality. 

“I love you so much.” Bradley cooed as he smirked against your lips, taking your mouth hostage with his as you threw the vibrator out from between you and your fiancé and wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him down on top of you. “Soon to be Mrs Bradshaw.” 

“Have I told you how much I love the sound of that, Mrs Bradshaw—Lieutenant Felix Bradshaw.” 

“Doesn’t sound as hot as Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, now does it.” Bradley teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he pushed himself up and off of you. Holding his junk so whatever cum still coated his cock didn’t drip onto the sheets. “Stay put—imma get a towel.” 

“MAMA!!” Dot is screaming out from her room. She was in absolute hysterics. There was something that little three year old of yours was good at and it was screaming at the top of her lungs from her bed whenever she needed someone. Either too lazy or too scared to investigate the problem herself. Screaming out into the void of darkness that consumed the entire household after the sun went down and the three of you had gone to bed. “MAMA!!” 

“Holy shit—“ Bradley gripped at his exposed chest when the sound of Odette's cries came barrelling out of her room, down the hall, and into your room. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest cavity at the sound that ripped through the silence of the middle of the night. “Fuck!” He groaned. “I knew she was gonna wake up.” 

“You’re the one who started it, Lieutenant Commander.” You watched all the while you laughed behind your own hand from the middle of the bed as your soon to be husband made his way into the en-sutie to clean himself off and throw a pair of sweats on. “For all we know it could be something completely unrelated to us.” 

“She has the hearing of a bat Fe–” 

“Just go see what she's upset about Roo.” You sighed, following Bradleys footsteps as you made your way off the bed and into the en-suite, sitting on the toilet while he watched your naked self. “Take a picture, it'll last longer.” 

“Geez, sorry, can I not enjoy the sight of my–” Before Braldey could finish his taunting remarks, Odette was once again screaming her lungs out through fearful sobs. 

“MAMMA!!” You raised your eyebrows in absolute shock at how loud she was, watching as Bradley sighed and padded out of your room, down the hall and into Dot's room. 

“Oh Dotty.” Bradley cooed as Dot sat up in the middle of her bed crying her heart out. She looked so small in her new big girl bed. “What’s wrong darling?” Bradley’s cooing, he’s trying so fucking hard not to laugh because the idea of the two of you waking your little girl with the noises he had you making while making love, made him feral. He just had to tell Jake, but he knew he couldn’t. He’d get the shit best out of him if he did. 

“I want mama, where’s mama?” 

“Mama’s sleeping baby.” Lies, Dot had just heard you screaming, she was three not stupid. “Here, why don’t I sit with you for a little while and—“ As Bradley ducked to fit himself under the post of Dot's bed, he’s met with an even louder, even more enthusiastic scream. It makes him pause and raise his brow because they certainly were not lungs she was passed down from him. 

“MAMA!!” Holy fuck this kid was loud Rooster thought to himself as he tried to soothe Dot, nothing he did seemed to work this time. All his usual tips and tricks were failing left and right and as it seemed? The only thing that was going to get Odette to stop whaling like someone was slitting her throat was to get you in here. “I want mamma I want mama!” 

“Okay—“ Bradley held his hands up near his head in self surrender as he stood up from kneeling on Dot's small toddler house bed. “Alright Dot I’ll get mama.” Which is exactly what Rooster does knowing that if you went into Odette's room at this hour? He’d be spending the rest of the night alone in a bed far too big for one person. 

Shaking his head, Rooster made his way back to your bedroom, he looked at you all guilty like. Rubbing that back of his head when you could still hear Dots cry’s echoing from down the hall. 

“Why’s she still crying hun?” 

“Okay—so our daughter is crying right now because she heard you screaming and she wants to make sure that you’re okay.” Bradley watched as you threw one of his shirts over your head that you’d grabbed from his dresser. 

“I was screaming?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. Fixing the shirt up as Bradley smirked to himself with a little nod. Damn fucking straight he had you screaming. 

“Oh yeah, yeah you were screaming.” He chuckled, there’s a slight tint creeping across his cheeks as you deadpan him. He knows you know that he knows you love him, every inch of him that is. “Yeah, so I think you should go talk to her.” He laughs out a huff at how ridiculous this is. “And let her know that, you’re okay.” 

You pause for a moment. You know if you go in there then that’s it. You’re trapped for the rest of the night. But when you hear Odette scream again your heart breaks for your daughter. 

“Alright, fine—“ You point at your soon to be husband who is far too proud of himself. “This is your fault.” 

“Hey!” Bradley’s holding his hands up in his own defence. “You asked me to be on top, the consequences of that request are on you mama.” 

You don’t stick around to argue about it much longer, instead you pad on down to your darling daughter’s room which had once been Bradley Bradshaw's spare bedroom. He’d painted the walls and hung curtains and made it any little girl's dream oasis. Bradley loved Odette as much as he loved you. So he couldn’t help but to follow. Needing to see how you handled this. 

It was always so crazy seeing you switch back into protective mum mode. 

“Oh darlin’ what’s wrong?” At the sound of your voice Dot was whaling louder than she was before. “Dot, oh my gosh sweetheart it’s okay—“ You tried not to laugh as you climbed into her little toddler bed. 

“I heard you scweaming and I wanted to know s’wrong but no one was answewing me.” Pulling her close, you kissed Dot's cheek and lingered against her skin as you muffled out a small laugh. Fucking Bradley Bradshaw and his stupid dick. 

“Oh our door was closed, I’m so sorry—“ You were gonna have to remind yourself that Odette was all seeing and all hearing. Maybe Rooster was right, she did have the hearing of a bat.

“It was like you were huwt or someting.” 

“Oh no I’m not hurt darlin, I’m so sorry that I scared you—I thought you were so asleep.” You left your explanation at that as Bradley stood with his arms crossed over his exposed chest in the doorway. Just drinking in the sight of the best mum in the world. 

You’d done so much to protect Dot, so much to make sure she had a happy life. Unbeknownst to you or Bradley at the time but you were already pregnant. You just hadn’t caught onto the signs yet and with your small bench elopement style wedding on the weekend it was hardly something you were truly looking out for. 

“I’m gonna stay here till you fall asleep okay baby?” You kissed your daughter’s cheek as she clung to you. She was getting big but she’d never not be your baby girl. “I love you so much.” 

Bradley just smiled to himself as he shut the door, padding down the hall back to the room he shared with you every night. The one that had the bed too big for just him. 

Wondering how he got so damn lucky to fall in love with you and your daughter.

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BEING DADS WON! It only took a month idk. God. So for the long wait, here's 7,418 words of Alastor and Lucifer being Dads. Mostly Alastor because the idea of him being a girl dad is just ughhhh 🥰😘😘 please ~

Brought to you by several original characters, and "I don't know how to write long fics in order" and "Here's an out of context ending from my extended Male Pregnancy radioapple AU and I hope it makes sense but it probably doesn't."

QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT HAVE:

Who got pregnant with who?

LUCIFER, and they were twins.

HOW?

He's a hermaphrodite idk what to tell you.

WHAT ARE THEIR DAD NAMES?

Lucifer is dad

Alastor is pops

SUMMARY!

Melody Hartfelt-Morningstar has noticed her pops has been distant lately, and wants to know why.

Melody stood in the kitchen doorway, shifting from foot to foot. In all her sixteen years, she knew her pops only made Jambalaya on one day of the year, and that it was really important to him; but he tended to get a bit sentimental and snippy (more than usual) and you were in for a fifty-fifty chance of loving to sarcastic if you happened to bug him. 

But the video camera she was holding in her hands was seriously busted and she needed help. Like, on the level of thirty thousand subscribers waiting on another family vlog update that she was -never- late on.

Taking a deep breath, staring at his back as he mixed away at a bubbling, delicious smelling concoction at the stove, she said, "Pops." 

No answer. 

She sighed. "Pops. Poppa." 

Back still turned, still clattering around, now chopping something up, probably shrimp. 

"Pop," she said again, "POPSICLE." 

He slammed a knife down on the counter and whirled around, snapping, "WHAT, Melody!" 

She gave him a sheepish smile, holding up her busted camera. "I need a new one." 

He sighed, seeming to ease up a little, thank god. "Can't you ask your dad? I am busy." 

"No," she wandered over to scoop up a spoon and pop a steaming hot slice of sausage into her mouth, expertly dodging a swift hand slap which caught her elbow instead. She said around a hot mouthful, "I want you to do it." 

"What happened to this one I made you?" 

"Harmony. She dropped it." 

That was a lie. Her sister, in a fit of rage during another of their fights, had actually thrown it at the wall so hard that the screen had shattered and now hung despondently attached by just a sad little wire. She wasn't about to mention that dent in the wall either, which she had carefully covered with a poster. 

There was a flash of green, and her pops handed her the newly fixed up camera, commencing his cooking. Melody leaned against the island counter in front of the stove, hopping up and watched him silently, fiddling with the camera, "Blutooth capabilities, pop?" 

He cast her a sharp red eyed glance. "Do I look like I care about that?" 

"Yes," she flashed him a sweet little grin, "Pleeeese." 

When he had refixed it, she did a little happy kick with her feet. "Yay. Thank you."  

Melody lost no time turning on the camera, pointing it at her pop's head and pressing Record. She watched him through the little screen. Red hair, black streaks at the end, the ears on top of his head turning back a little when she said, "So..jambalaya. Grandmom's death day?"

"Yes, dear." 

"Tell me 'bout her." 

 "She had a sense of humor." 

"Really? Like how?" 

"Well...." 

Her pops whirled around again, a glint in his eyes, taking in how she was pointing the camera straight at his face, and she didn't have time to react before his hand closed over the lense and shut the little screen with a neat snap. 

"She used to do things like this!!" 

Her foot was pulled, and she fell off the counter, screeching. 

"The paain! The disrespect!!" She had swiftly opened the camera again and wallowed on the floor pretending to cry in agony while her pops dug a toe into her armpit making her giggle. 

"Go bother your dad or something. Scoot." 

"This is what I know- ow- about Grand mom," she relented, holding the camera above her face and zooming in on her pop's unamused eyes, "Her name was Eleanor. She had dark skin. Curly dark hair. Curly hair that I have," she added, "She had a sense of humor. And was an excellent cook. That's all. Sixteen years of life in this existence and that's all I know about her."

"Bon Diyè, Melody..."

"See," she zoomed in further, "You stopped teaching me that Haitian stuff a long time ago. Like when I turned ten. How come? But I still know that meant 'good Heavens' which means you've become QUITE exasperated with me-" 

"Exasperated would be an understatement-" 

"-So are you gonna teach me more Haitian Creole? Or more French?" 

"This minute, I'd like to teach you a lesson for bugging the stew out of me when I desire some peace and quiet!"

"Your southern is showing. Why do we bother the stew out of things? What's more, why do we bless each other's hearts when we really mean 'fuck you?' 

"Language." 

"But I have so many questions." 

Finally she got bored of trying to pull more answers out of her pops and got to her feet, dusting off her ripped jeans and shaking her head so her blond curly hair fell back around her cheeks instead of nesting up. 

"Fine whatever. We don't talk about shit in this house anymore."

She thought she saw her pops tensing a bit at that statement but it could have been her imagination. Camera pointed at her conversed feet, she left, ignoring her pops voice going, "Mels.." 

Nah, too late, if he wanted to apologize for being distant, whatever. She'd leave him alone. 

She managed to zone in on her twin in the living room. Finding Harmony wasn't hard; all you had to do was detect which area of the house Metallica or Blink-182 was vibrating the walls. When she walked in though, she was greeted by such a silly sight that she immediately grinned and held up her camera again, her sour mood lifted for now. 

There was her dark haired twin sitting criss cross on the coffee table, leaning forward and wielding a tube of black lipstick which she was currently using on their dad, who had abandoned his usual white suit for an all-black getup. 

"Stretch your lips out," she was telling him, "Like really, or the lipstick will cake up." 

Lucifer obeyed her, going, "I think that's called SMILING. Oh hey!" He caught a glimpse of Melody in the doorway. "Hey Mels. Check it out. Am I cool yet?" He flashed a peace sign, duck-facing his half-madeup lips at her camera.

Melody zoomed in on her dad's pale, black makeup-covered face, and yelled "Yeah-heaah!!! The coolest!!" 

It really did look amazing. Harmony had done a smoky eye on him and it really brought out the crimson color of his eyes.

"Are those false lashes?" 

Melody walked behind him to cam-focus on her twin now, who, true to her edgy punk nature, gave her sister the bird.

"You betcha. Oh Harms, stop. Give me that," he added to his other daughter, who was silently waving at him impatiently to finish her project. 

He swooped the lipstick up and finished it, peering into a mirror popping his lips a couple times for good measure. Melody saw him frown in the mirror he was holding up, locking eyes with her reflection behind him. 

"Hey you good, kiddo?" 

Melody shrugged, looking away from her dad's eyes in the mirror and accidentally locked eyes with her twin instead who gave her a quizzical 'what's up?' expression, her dark brows raising. 

"Nothing," she replied to Harmony's silent question, then, "-I mean yeah I'm good," she answered her dad. "So good. I'm so good right now." 

"Uh-huh." 

Lucifer shut the large compact mirror with a snap and leaned around, "Cause that's the face of someone having a really good time." 

She stuck her tongue out at him and he retaliated by grabbing at it. She dodged his hand, smiling despite herself.

"Don't get cheeky." 

Just then, a familiar radio-tinged voice fell into the already loud metal-music filled room saying, "Dinner is ready. Oh my ears, what is this noise!"

"Aren't Charlie and Vaggie supposed to be coming by?" Harmony hopped up from her seat at the coffee table, plopping several tubes of makeup into a nearby container, "And that noise is Metallica. Dad likes it. Don't you, dad?" 

"I can tolerate it. And I don't know, they mentioned coming by, but my feelings won't be hurt if they don't. They're so busy lately.." 

Melody edged back as her family made their way to the door where her pops was standing, and she was trying to make her way toward the hallway and then her room when she realized they were the only two left in the living room. 

She pointed her camera at him. God, he seemed annoyed.

"Come eat," he said, then, "Ugh!" She watched him through the camera as he reached to hit the power button on the CD player by the door, then he repeated, "Melody, dinner is ready. And will you put that blasted camera down for one minute?"

"I'm not hungry. And no. It's my eyeballs."

"Well you don't need eyes to eat." 

"I'm. Not. Hungry." 

"Young lady, what is your problem!" 

"I don't have one," she snapped, "And you do. You have all the problems and you won't talk about them. You won't even talk about the good memories. You won't talk about HER. Why?!" 

"That's none of your concern." 

"Fine," she snapped her camera shut and began to stalk off, "I bet Eleanor Hartfelt just loooooves who her son became! What a gentleman! He only cooks her favorite food once a year, and the rest of the time he acts like she bloody never existed!!"

She heard her dad rushing back in to defuse whatever it was, heard pops' exclamation of frustration and her sister piping in, but Melody paid no attention to any of it and just yanked through the first door she came to, shutting it behind her. 

 

Upon closer examination she was actually in her sister's room, but it didn't matter anyway. She just curled up on a dark purple blanket and grabbed the nearest stuffed animal and pressed her face into some pillows, silently listening. She heard footsteps and her dad's voice, muffled through the door and directed at his husband. 

"No. Nuh-uh leave her alone you'll just make it worse." 

Melody dug her face further into the pillow and waited till she heard receding footsteps before she sat up, her sister's dragon plushie still in her arms and hugged it, staring blankly at the wall. 

It wasn't fair, not at all. 

Pops used to be so open with stuff. Melody remembered sitting in his lap, pressing her ears to his chest just to feel his heartbeat while he stroked her hair and sang to her in that musical language she had grown to love. Even now she struggled to remember it. She tried to sing some of it to herself now, but she got tongue tied and gave up. 

She sat there for a while. Till hell's sun began to set and cast orange and red gleaming beams through the slats in the blinds and eventually gave way to blue and black darkness; the door opened softly and her sister entered, sitting on her own bed and sliding neatly to sit beside her twin, putting her arms around her. 

"Don't sit in the dark, Mels. That's my job." 

Melody sniffed. Now that her twin was close, she felt near close to bawling. They laid back on the bed in each others arms and Melody clung to her, plushie and all, and finally let loose with it. 

"I'm sorry I broke your camera," Harmony whispered. 

"It's not- about- that," Melody sob laughed as her sister settled closer to her, arms all the way around her. 

"I know." 

When Melody's gross sobs had ebbed till she hiccupped, Harmony said, "Why's it bother you so bad?" 

"I don't know. Pops used to do all this stuff. Like talk to us in Haitian Creole, and sing, and now it just seems...it seems like all he does is push us away. The older we get. I don't understand it." 

"I think maybe he wants us to be more independent. Like he was. Maybe. I dunno, I'm just guessing." 

"That's the thing, he never talked about being our age," Melody whispered, "You think it was that bad?" 

"Dunno. We might never know." 

"But I wanna know. I want to know all the things." 

A little bit later there was a soft knock on the door and their dad entered, dressed down in his pajamas and bathrobe and leaned down to smooch the two sleepy sisters on their cheeks. 

"Good night, girlies. You okay, Mels?" 

"Yeah dad. Love you." 

Melody reached out one arm to make him come closer and he gave her a hug from over Harmony's hug, giving her an extra kiss on her forehead. 

"Love you too ducky. Sleep good." 

He ruffled both their hair, Harmony protesting this, and left, softly shutting the door behind him.

But Melody couldn't sleep. Long after her dark haired twin had melted into the covers and began snoring, she stared at the dark ceiling with light pangs of anxiety squeezing her heart. Maybe she had overreacted just a tad. She had really pushed pops today, and on a hard day of the year for him, too. Maybe he just hadn't wanted think or talk about certain things today, and that was certainly valid- she'd more or less forced a reaction out of him. Even if it was a negative one. 

Maybe she should just go and apologize. Her pops was a night owl; he was probably still bumping around in his office. 

Sliding off the bed careful not to disturb her sleeping sister, Melody untied her converse shoes and slid out of them, replacing them with a pair of mismatched fuzzy socks and tiptoed down the hallway, past the kitchen, and down toward her parents' end of the house.

Well, Pops studio was dark, but their bedroom lights were still on. She was just about to knock on the halfway cracked door when the conversation from within floated out and made her freeze. 

..."Not *like* that, Lucifer, I just.."

.."Can't just admit that you've been really distant lately?" 

Oh shit, she'd been about to walk in on them bickering. Well, no...she frowned. It was more like a low-voiced intense discussion. Huh. It was rare that she heard them talking to each other like this. Curious, she settled on the wall opposite the open door and leaned in, ears perked. 

"That's besides the point. It is like she's not happy until she gets me angry with her." 

"Because she *misses* you, Alastor. She wants your attention. You know she's always been a pops girl. Whenever things got bad, she wanted you. Not me."

Her pops chuckled slightly. "Yes. Every skinned knee...every nightmare." 

"Then when she got picked on at school, and that one bad friend breakup," Dad offered. 

"Yes, I know." 

"So are you gonna talk about why you're pushing her off like this? I mean, I don't think Harm cares all that much. She's pretty much aloof anyway, but Mels.." 

"She feels her emotions differently." 

"Yup. Just like you." 

"She is smart. Stubborn..." 

"Well," Dad mumbled, "Stubborn is both of us; but smart? Especially the tech stuff? That's all you." 

Melody grinned. Yeah, pops had done his fair share of teaching her all the ins and outs of radios. From taking them apart and putting them back together again, how they worked, what made them tick. She'd taken that knowledge a step further and carried it on to her passion for cameras and video. 

She supposed she hadn't really needed pop's help this evening. She'd simply *wanted* it. Wanted him. His time and attention, like her dad had been saying. She could have easily fixed that camera herself. 

Pops sighed, a radio-infested sound that coated downward into something more human sounding. 

"I'll talk to her tomorrow." 

"Thank you." 

Their conversation continued on to other topics that coasted out the door. Melody listened to the rustling and clicking of lights turning off, of them getting ready for bed and murmuring to each other in that tone of voice couples use when it's just the two of them. 

Sneaking back to her sister's room again, Melody changed into a pair of one of Harmony's purple pajamas and slid into bed beside her sister, snuggling close with her and shutting her eyes, willing her slightly buzzing mind to silence itself till it gave way to a drifting sleepy mood. 

Maybe things would be better tomorrow. She hoped so. With that thought in mind, she threw an arm around her twin and also a pile of plushies and allowed herself to go off to dream land.

~ 

"Ugh." 

Melody sat at the kitchen table, frowning at the gadget in front of her. It was a miniature working phonograph, complete with a vinyl record that currently sat amongst a pile of teeny tiny screws, and spare wooden paneling. She was fiddling with the wires inside, her fingers fumbling slightly and she held her hands up and waved them frustratedly as her sister walked in, dark hair nested, and a just-woke-up look on her face. 

Harmony stopped, stared at Melody for a hilariously awkward amount of time then waved her arms similarly in a mocking way with her face deadpan. 

"Shut up," Mel grinned. 

"No coffee?," Harmony had gone to the coffee station by the microwave, "You *suck.*" 

"I drank it all." 

Dad walked in, let the blinds in the windows up and commenced to making waffles while Harmony fixed another pot of extra-strong coffee -("Since my *sister* is too *busy*")- all in all, just a regular Saturday morning for the Hartfelt-Morningstars. Melody was whining, "It's not riiiight..." While Dad plunked a plate of waffles and a cup of orange juice at her place. 

"Trinkets away, ducky. Eat up. You didn't eat dinner last night." 

"In a minutttte," Melody muttered, attempting to connect the wires that were wacky in the little system, then when they sparked at her fingers she exclaimed, "Ah, God-DAMMIT!" 

"Hey," Dad said seriously, "Don't take my father's name in vain." 

She stared at him with an incredulous look, nursing her smarting fingers. 

"Kidding," he added. "Joking. Drink your orange juice. Eat your waffles." - he patted her head and walked off. 

"Drink my waffles, eat my orange juice. Got it," she yelled at his retreating back and heard his answering peals of laughter, then the sounds of him greeting his husband- "Mornin' deer. Get a load of that kid in there." 

Melody had never quite figured out if they called each other 'deer' or 'dear.' Maybe the terms were interchangeable. What if they just said it, and mentally interpreted as the situation saw fit? They did all have deer ears, minus Dad.

Maybe she'd never figure her parents out. 

When her pops walked in, she side eyed his profile while she continued ignoring her waffles in favor of her phonograph. He didn't *seem* upset, or anything, just his usual silent morning self digging into the refrigerator for his normal leftover venison, tossing it into a pan to heat it up. He did walk over to examine what she was doing and offer a helpful suggestion or two.

"That wire with this one, and that may work..what is it for?" 

Melody did as he said and replied, "Present for Lux. Bye sis," she added as Harmony wapped her on top of the head on her way out the kitchen door, presumably to either draw or write the day away in her room.

"Mm. He's coming by today." 

"Shit!" She looked up at him, "It's not finished!" 

-"How about this.." 

He sat beside her, "I'll help you with it. You're not going to touch your food till it's finished, I'm assuming." 

She shook her head, "I'm not doing shit till it's done." 

"I figured as much. And after you've finished your breakfast-" 

She opened her mouth to argue, but stopped at his stern look. 

"-After. You have. Eaten," he reiterated, "I've got something to show you. And I'd like to..have a talk with you. You're not in trouble," he added, his red eyes glinting with amusement at her sight pained look. 

"I'm really not?" 

She had thought for sure she would be. On the other hand, his retaliations for what he deemed unnecessary backtalk were usually pretty quick and dad had been able to get him to let that one go the night before.

"No, darling. So give the thing here let me show you."  

He walked her through it. Every wire and attachment that connected to the power device she had made with her own magic began to make sense as he showed her what thing could go where. 

"Where did it go wrong the first time?" 

"Well, it *was* working. But the wires burnt out from the power - the battery thing I made." 

"Might have been just a tad potent. Try easing some power out of it and see where that takes you." 

Eventually she was able to fit everything back together correctly under pops instruction and wolfed down some waffles while he put in the last screw and set the little phonograph on the table. She watched as he slid the vinyl record neatly on and set the needle, flipping the power switch. 

Mouth full of waffle, she waited with bated breath as the turntable rotated, filling the room with a tiny record crackle, then.. 

She raised her arms in triumph as music played, a little instrumental beginning to a song in one of her favorite movies. 

"Well, that's that," her pops left the table to continue heating up his own food, Melody doing a happy dance in her seat and then proceeding to take her dishes to the sink while he ate his venison and remarked, "It plays the one song?" 

"For now." 

She scooped the phonograph up and placed it on the counter, summoning up a little box and a bow, "I'm gonna program more for it though. I know he might not like Labyrinth as much as me." 

"Lux always did like his Hensen films." 

"Poppa.." 

Finished tying the little box up, she leaned on the counter and crossed her fuzzy pajama covered arms, glancing at him, "I'm sorry about last night.." 

In that moment, he seemed so enigmatic. His hair was barely brushed, and he was still wearing his red bathrobe, but he still managed to put so..put together. Tall, and strong, his posture always so straight and confident; and there was that unreadable expression in his crimson eyes that gleamed in the orange morning light that fell in from the open window while he absorbed her apology. 

"I think I should be instead," he said gently. Sometimes he could be spastic, the radio in his voice hiding everything- but it was dimmed down to a barely discernible crackle now. Sometimes it reminded Melody that her pops could actually have been human once. "You wanted to learn more about her, right? About Eleanor- my mother?" 

Melody nodded. "I didn't know her. But I feel like...like I miss her." 

"Come on," he put an arm around her shoulder. "Let's go, darling. And I'll tell you about her."  

~

It had been awhile since Melody had been in her pop's bayou dimension; the bit of her parents' bedroom that drifted off into a soft blue lit wood, surrounded all around by a cascade of wildlife noises and bugs trilling. They walked away, feet crunching on twigs and leaves. The air smelled humid but sweet, like flora and fauna heated and promising a beautiful sunlit day.

"Does it ever end?" Melody said curiously. 

"I don't know. I can walk for an hour and there's no sign of a barrier. I think over the years it may have grown, somehow. Let's stop. Here is good." 

There was no hint that they were actually still in her parents bedroom. This place was a little world on its own. It seemed like, if she squinted her eyes, she could see the shadows of frolicking deer in the vast foggy distance but when she tried to get a closer look there was nothing.  

They had stopped at a forked path amongst the trees, which her pops was looking at with a slightly amused expression. "And," he added, "No matter how I've tried to escape this path right here it always loops me right back. I do wonder about that." 

He beckoned her over and had a seat on a nearby fallen tree, and Melody obeyed and plopped down next to him, wiggling her toes and continuing to eye her bayou surroundings inquisitively. 

"Imagine," her pops said, "A kitchen table. Small. The year is nineteen-ten. We had electric lights at this time, but mother lit a kerosene lamp for me in the dark evening. 'Let's play a game,' she said. 'It's One, Two, Three.' Do you remember that one?" 

"Un, Deux, Troi," Melody recited, smiling. 

"French," her pops said. "My turn. Uno, Dos, Tres." 

"Spanish. That was too easy. Y'all really had nothing to do before the internet, huh?" 

He chuckled. "There's more to that. She taught me extensively whatever languages she knew. Lullabies. Nursery rhymes. On nights my...father...if that's what you could call him- passed out drunk, those were our nights. Lessons, and games, and drawing practice. Sometimes calligraphy." 

"Tell me what she looked like." 

"You know what she looked like!" 

"I wanna hear it again." 

With his words, he painted her a picture of a woman whose name was Eleanor. A woman with kind, intelligent dark eyes and an easy smile, curly dark hair, and a penchant for soft silly chaos. When his father wasn't around, pops said, she became this person for him. He td her all this not to idolize her memory or color the picture of her as if she could do no wrong; but to remember that she was human, that she existed, and did make mistakes just like everybody else. 

Like how she could have left pops father when the drinking got bad, could have spirited the two of them away, and lived elsewhere, even on the streets, when his father became more and more manipulative and violent. Perhaps she hadn't wanted that life for her boy and that was understandable; pops said he just didn't know if she even thought of it.

If she did, she didn't tell him, maybe to save him from the agony of such an important decision. Still, through the pain of what pops had gone through she stayed a shining light of hope for him till he was grown and able to begin a life of his own. 

"I had to think back," he said, "To the reality that there were not many options for single women of color in those days attempting to raise a mixed child. I was blinded to that fact in my young adulthood. Call it pride, or whatever you like...but our relationship was strained when she passed. I pushed her away. I was angry with her. Or misplaced. I was angry with my life, and she was my nearest outlet. So on I went without her." 

"You still feel bad about it?" 

Melody scooted closer and leaned her head on his arm. Just to be near him. She wasn't sure if he was sad, or just reflective; maybe both. She liked the warmth of his bathrobe on her cheek though, and the sleepy early-morning sounds echoing around them. There was nothing like this in hell. It was so peaceful. 

"Sometimes," he admitted. 

"Is that why..is that why you ..ah shoot," she tried to blink away the sudden burning in her eyes. She squinted, trying to blurr away the tears but they leaked down her cheeks anyhow. Dammit, she hated crying.

"Is that why I've been distant?" He finished for her softly. 

She sniffled and nodded. 

"I'm sorry," she blurted. "I didn't know. I didn't understand any of it. And that's why I lashed out. I thought you were just being mean, or- or I don't know. It never occurred to me you could have. Real feelings or something. Which in retrospect is fucking dumb," she was full out clinging to his arm now, her eyes making his shoulder wet because her face was pressed into his arm.

"Oh, Melody, no.." 

She felt him shift so his arms were around her, her face in his chest, and she reflexively put her arms around him too, inconsolably sobbing. 

"My behavior isn't your fault, do you understand me? It never is." 

He rocked her like she was little and she let him, clinging to him and drinking in his nearness. She couldn't remember the last time he had held her like this, or who must have said first that she must be too old for things like this. 

But she wasn't, she realized. She wasn't too old to be loved by a parent. She was sixteen. That wasn't an adult yet. 

"I could tell you more about her," he said. "But I think you'd like to hear her instead. Would you like to hear her voice?" 

Melody sniffed, hiccuping a little then withdrew to look up at him, "You can do that?" 

"With my radio. Yes. I don't often." 

She settled back down into his arms and listened while his radio scrolled around sounding just like it was changing stations as he struggled a bit to find what must be a very deep memory because the static went on for awhile. 

Finally, Melody's breath caught in her throat when the beautiful human woman's voice drifted into the humid bayou air seeming both near and far all at once. She was singing. 

"Dodo, ti titit manman l

Dodo, ti titit papa l

Si li pa dodo, krab la va manje l.." 

 

When the song had gone on and faded faded off into nothingness because that's where his memory stopped, her pops translated for her. 

"Sleep, little mother's sleep

Sleep, little father's sleep

If they don't sleep, the crab will eat.." 

Melody couldn't help a small giggle. 

"The crab will eat? It will eat me if I don't sleep? Who tells their kid that?" 

"It sounds better in the patwa, I promise." 

"Pat-wuh?" 

"Patwa. Haitian Creole." 

"Oh." 

They sat there for another few moments, Melody digging her face into her pop's chest. His heartbeat in her ear. Strong, warm. He stroked her hair and hummed while leftover tears from her most current crying sesh leaked from her eyes. 

"Poppa. I love you." 

He kissed the top of her head. 

"I love you too, cherimwen. My dear." 

She smiled silently. 

Eventually they rose to walk back to the real part of their house, Melody casting one last glance back to that forked path behind them before they went. 

"What about that road?" 

"Hmm. I suppose..it used to mean something darker to me. I always likened my journey through life to this. An unwinnable series of events. Whether left or right, it seemed each choice took me somewhere increasingly...malicious." 

"And now?"

"Now?.." They reached the wooden floorboards of her parents soft orange hell's early morning sunlit room, Melody blinking at the sudden contrast, "I can leave that behind. No more choices, except to love your dad, you, and your sister." 

"Huh. You're welcome, I guess." 

He laughed, his radio crackling cheerfully. 

~ 

"UNCLE LUX!!" 

Melody flew into the tall man's arms, causing him to go "-Oof- Hey, hey, short stuff!" 

Lux was already there when Melody walked out. 

He was absolutely one of her favorite people in hell. 

It had taken her approximately an entire decade of life to figure out that Lux actually shared zero biological connection with her pops or dad, that he was in fact nobody's brother down here whatsoever- a point Harmony made to drive home and tease Melody about whenever, and however possible. 

"He looks nothing like us, dodo brain, why are you so surprised about this!" 

Well, it was a little bit like learning that your parent has a name besides 'mom' or 'dad', or that your favorite teacher actually leaves school to go home or grocery shopping. Because for as long as she could remember, the angel with wolf ears and dark hair had been a fixture in her family. There were times he got lost mentally and forgot to come around, but he always did get back to them eventually. Melody had learned to expect that undercurrent of both chaos and melancholy with him. It was just another aspect to his person, like his loud sense of fashion or how his emotional presence made her think of times long past. 

"I'm not so short anymore," she frowned up at him. 

"Nah. Last time I saw you, you were this tall," he held a hand about a foot above her head, "You're shrinking. What's up?" 

"With any luck, she and her sister both will get my height, and none of Lucifer's, or lack thereof," pops said from the doorway, jauntily leaning as he fixed his bow tie. He'd stayed behind to shower and dress for the day. 

"Hardee-harr," Dad said from over by the stove where he was fixing hot chocolate for Lux, "I've only had eighteen years of short jokes." 

"Sorry, darling, you make it so easy. Look, you're blushing already!" 

"And I'm gagging already," Lux rolled his eyes and took a seat at the table. 

Just to drive a point home pops snuck behind his husband to give him a pert smack on the rear and grinned when Dad objected "You're gonna make me spill this shit-!" He was interrupted by his husband dipping him into a kiss.

"POPS please," Melody vocalized, scrunching her eyes shut. "Eww-uhh."

"Yes pops. Please," Lux muttered. 

"So sorry. I thought you ordered breakfast and a show. Greetings, Lux!" 

The wolf man eyed pops outstretched hand warily, "After seeing all that I think I can greet you from here. Not wanting to touch you just this minute. Sorry." 

"You're not sorry in the least, " pops returned cheerfully, who had abandoned his now properly ruffled looking blond co-parent to have a seat.

"You're right," Lux returned. "Not a sorry bone in my body. Lucifer, yah sure you want to spend the rest of your eternity with this one? Not too late to back out, you know..." 

"Hmm.." 

Melody's dad was leaning against the counter, pretending to consider the options. "Well, we're one pregnancy and two children into it now.." 

"Plus seventeen years of marriage," pops offered. 

"Eighteen and a half years together, give or take-" 

"-It's not like we don't all share a last name."

"Yeah, you're right, you can take them all off my hands. Please and thank you," dad decided, pushing a mug off hot chocolate to Lux. 

"No worries. I'll come to retrieve you in the dead of night. If the radio demon intervenes I'll send him up to Heaven. Let them deal with him for awhile. Speaking of two children, where's the other one?" 

While dad vocalized that Harmony was most likely in her room lost in her own little world (Lux responding that that's a wonderful place to be and didn't wish to disturb her), Melody phased out of the conversation to fixate on the little box on the counter, grabbing it up, while also ignoring the topics which had turned to a bunch of blah-blah things surely invented for older men to catch up with each other and also bore the tears out of impatient teenagers. 

She hung around while Harmony finally showed up, and greeted Lux herself. 

"Barbara art?" She asked him. Not a hi, hello, just straight to the point. That was Harms.

"Barbara art," Lux agreed, reaching behind him to pull out a portfolio binder, which Harmony received with an excited grin and hopped to sit up on the counter and lost no time perusing. He'd learned a long time ago that if he didn't bring his best friend with him on his visits, he damn sure better bring her latest sketches otherwise he'd never hear the end of it from the darker haired twin who ate, drank and breathed visual art. 

"How is dear Barbara nowadays?" Pops asked while his husband dragged a chair over to sit beside him. Melody smiled at the sight of her dad promptly using pops lap as a footrest, and the resulting 'really?' Looking stare he got from the radio demon. 

"Good. On vacay with the wife again." 

Melody immediately ran over to look at vacation pictures when Lux pulled out his phone to show them. He was really close with Barbara, so of course he received constant updates. 

"Stop crushing on Barb's wife," Harmony said from atop the counter. "It's getting weird." 

"You're weird," Melody shot back, her cheeks flaming up just a little. Okay, so she was more than a little bit enthralled with Sunny, so what? People got crushes all the time. 

"It's okay," Lux said, letting Mels scroll through pictures and videos, watching her smile at the proceeding sight of the happy couple, "Barb said to me once 'I think Melody is a little bit in love with my wife.' " 

"Ahh!! Oh nooo," Melody cringed. "What'd she say after that? Was she mad? Pops STOP IT ISN'T FUNNY" 

The radio demon was snickering. Dad smacked at him, which only made him wheeze a little. 

"No!" Lux was laughing. "She looked at me real serious and said, 'Bitch, I don't blame her. Me too!' " 

God, Melody missed her. 

She watched over his shoulder while he texted his friend. 

•Mels and family say hi.• 

His phone dinged with a response. 

[Barb] •Alastor behaving himself?• 

Both Melody and Lux looked up at the table across them, where Mel's pops was bugging the piss out of his husband again. 

Lux glanced at Melody, who shook her head and mimicked taking a picture. 

The angel nodded, and promptly snapped a photo, sending it on to Barbara and captioned it,

•No.• 

Then as an afterthought, 

•Never, actually.• 

[Barb]•😂🤣 Is he trying to stick his finger in Lucifer's ear?? Save that poor man.•

When Lux had packed up his stuff, he said his goodbye's to all family members, shaking hands with Lucifer and hugging both girls while threatening pops with eternal torment if he made any of them upset. 

"That's a given," Pops responded. "This one here is always upset at something," giving Melody's ear a playful tug. 

"Ow!" 

"See?" He grinned. "Even as a baby she cried for ages..." 

"Don't remind me," Lucifer shuddered. "The great colic incident of twenty-four. Ugh." 

"Want me to rip apart his soul for you?" Lux said conversationally, draping his bag over his shoulder as he prepared to head out the door. 

"Yes," Melody grinned. 

As Lux waved a last goodbye to them all and headed out the door, Melody's attention was brought again to the little box she'd been holding this entire time. 

"Ah shit! Shit, Lux!!" 

She snatched the door open and ran after him, calling his name again to get his attention. 

"I forgot," she panted, catching up to him, "Here," she handed him the box, "I was waiting- I don't know. Till everyone got done talking, or.." 

Well really, she'd been wanting a chance to simply have Lux all to herself. Selfishly maybe...and Melody, as loud as she could be, enjoyed one on one time with her favorite people. And the idea of giving him the phonograph in front of just everyone, for some weird reason, made her cringe inside especially with everyone laughing irreverently. The gift she'd just worked so hard on with pops help was less than irreverent; it was downright special and deserved that treatment, she thought. 

She watched, grinning, as he opened it, his blue eyes lighting up as he examined the intricate little phonograph. 

"Ah, it's beautiful!" 

"It actually works," she told him. Put the needle on and press the switch!" 

He did so, marveling at the vinyl record crackling, then smiling as the opening score to Labyrinth drifted up to meet their ears. 

It's only forever..

Not long at all..

"I'll program more for you," she babbled, "There's a whole lot I can do, if you don't like that one much. It's only the one song-" 

But he had swooped her up in a hug, and she laughed when he said "You don't have to do more I promise! This is magical. I absolutely love it." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, Mels. You did good!" 

"Thanks!" She stood back. "Hey, Lux..?" 

Her question lingered uncertainly. 

"Yeah?" 

She meant to ask a lot of questions, speaking of those. Starting with why old phonographs and radios made her think of both Lux and pops, or why their friendship seemed rife with both affection, and a begrudging willingness to get along; a tension she wasn't unaware of. Maybe there was a hint of respect too, for the other. 

"I just...I dunno." 

Maybe for once she shouldn't ask all the questions ever. And maybe there were complex things about adult relationships she'd never understand. And maybe that was all right. 

"Nothing I guess. I love you." 

The understanding look that came over his face surprised her, but he thankfully didn't push it.

"Love you too, kiddo. Bye." 

"Bye." 

No, she thought as she went back inside where her family was now cleaning the kitchen together, maybe there were things she was never meant to know. But she knew enough. That's what mattered. 

~ 

"How did it go? The talk?" 

Lucifer was sitting on the edge of their bed, taking his boots off and unbuttoning his collar. 

Alastor sat next to him and said, "It went well. More than that, I think. The little one's growing up. Both of them." 

He reached to help Lucifer with his shirt, giving himself to admire his husband's neck and shoulders and the little dip that formed his clavicle. 

"Hey now," Lucifer said. "Don't be starting something-" 

Alastor had pulled him close and had tugged them both down, smilingly wrapping Lucifer up in his arms and pressing his face into Luce's sweet smelling neck. 

"I'm not," he murmured there. 

He just wanted his angel near him.  

Thankfully, Lucifer let him just hold him. Alastor had trouble admitting it at first, a long time ago in the beginning of their relationship, that he just loved nonsensical skin to skin contact. Loved the feeling of Lucifer's bare back under his fingers and the way he just melded comfortably into being cuddled. 

"You're being quiet," Lucifer said. "What's up?" 

"I walked to my path again." 

He had. After everyone had gone their separate ways and Lucifer was in the shower, Alastor had wandered on a whim in his bare feet into the bayou again. Drinking up the warm, woodsy scent of home. A home he'd shared brief memories of with his daughter today.

 The moon had risen on his dimension and turned everything, including his white shirt- yes white, not red for once- a glowing ethereal blur color. He'd taken this trip many times. Sometimes out of sadness, sometimes for a reminder of something he couldn't quite place, and now to satisfy a slight curiousness.

Yet as he'd suspected, in the clearing he'd taken Melody to that morning there sat a grouping of familiar trees, a series of non growing and unchanging bushes, and that fallen stump he'd sat upon with her to tell her about Eleanor. His mother. But where the dirt forked path should be, there was nothing whatsoever but a fresh cropping of softly waving grass. 

"Well how about that," he had muttered. "What do you know." 

He'd immediately turned about and gone back to Lucifer, unable to tell how he was feeling, or moreover, *should* feel about this change. 

Lucifer simply pulled him closer and played with the hair at the back of his neck as they laid in silence. 

Alastor trusted that Lucifer surely must know...that this path of his- this devil's forked road that started off so dark and uncertain in his human youth and had taken on so many shades in the decades to come, meant more to him than he could explain. It was an almost abstract concept that, for once, left him unable to paint with words. But he saw the hues of it in his mind. 

The last color of it: golden, like the blood that beat with Lucifer's heart. 

Today, the path had breathed its last color to the winds. 

Alastor trusted that when Lucifer said, "What does that mean?" He understood anyway. He also trusted that when he said, 

"Nothing at all, dear," in his airy way, that Lucifer knew. 

Somehow..

That it meant everything. 

[eclipsedzs]

can u do quackity doing a video with short hispanic reader?

SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR

have a nice day and stay hydrated ❤️

𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝗩𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Quackity

Genre: ✓

Paring: Quackity x Fem!Reader

Summary: Irl Mario Cart with your boyfriend- Alex and best friend- John Smith.

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Google Translated Spanish (Sorry D:) (sorry if it’s not good, got to get back into the grove of writing)

♫ ― ♫

YOUR FOOT RESTED snuggly on the small petals of the cart you sat in, phone snugly in your hand as you awaited your boyfriend to finish fiddling with his camera.

John, who was parked next to you, played on his phone- his tongue slightly out as he concentrated on his game.

Looking to him as you whip hair that stuck to your face from the window. “Qué juego estás jugando?” You ask, raising a brow as you peak to his phone. (What game are you playing?)

“Un estúpido juego lleno de anuncios.” He clicks his tongue, his hand pressing on the power off button with a click. (A stupid Game full of ads)

“¿El de los tacones altos?” You pondered- glancing over and pausing once you saw the subtle wave of Alex’s hand, alerting you of your needed entrance. (The one with the high heels?)

“Oh, Alex nos necesita ahora.” You wave your hand to Alex, alerting him you noticed it. You looked to John, indicating him to go first.

“Seré su en un segundo.” You ramble, nodding him to Alex. With a quick message of your phone you quickly sped to get caught up with the men who decided to race.

♫ ― ♫

“YEAH JOHN SMITH, i’m so happy.” The sound of Alex knocked you from you small debate with John, who was currently trying to steal a sparkly american type hat from your head.

“¡Ojo! Vete a la mierda." You cursed at him, grabbing the hat. Your eyes caught Quackitys, well at least as much as they could from his sunglasses.

Alex smiled softly at you for a moment, a clear blush on his cheeks. You watched as he bent over slightly to the side, grabbing something from the bag of items you and him had gotten a couple days ago.

“You know what else, i got somthing for you.” In his hands he held a big, plastic baby bottle in his hands.

“You big, Fucking baby.” He held back a laugh while handing it to the bearded man. You held back a laugh, leaning forward slightly on the wheel.

“You complain about everything ever John smith.” Quackity glanced at the camera and smirks. “You come in here and try to steal my girlfriends glittery hat.” He laughs, trying to stay serious.

John Gasps, holding the baby bottle for a moment before throwing it at you. “Bro!” You laughed- eyes closing as you gasped for air slightly. The mix of funniness were catching up to you.

♫ ― ♫

YOUR HAND STRETCHED OUT, grasping into the warm one of your boyfriends as you drove down the long curvy path. His giggles filled your ears as he held onto you.

Him and John were laughing, going on and on about that you guys were the new fast and furious.

Gasping when a pole was in the way you let go of Alex’s hand- laughing when he immediately started whining.

“Hold on you baby.” You laughed, though it was funny to watch his reaction when you purposefully stayed away from him.

You stuck your tongue out at him- watching his mouth open wide as if you just murdered his whole family.

Laughing you blew him a small kiss, speeding off to win the race.

[ells-18]

Good, princess.

- the one where they give each other a good time -

“For fuck sake” Harry groans, with his head in his hands from the desk in our room. He’s been filming a video with Vik and Willne for the last while.

Im laid on our bed, my head shoots ip from my phone when I hear him groan of annoyance.

Unsure wether to approach him or not, I stay where I am. Paying my attention back to my phone.

“Sorry guys.. I’ll be 10 minutes I have to pick up Basil from the vets” will pops back up on the screen.

“That’s fine mate, I’ve got something I need to do quick too” Vik says.

“I’ll wait here” Harry smiles gently.

The both of them left the lobby, leaving Harry himself. He turned off his camera and muted himself.

He spins his chair around to face me, seeing what I’m doing. I don’t look up because I’m intrigued of a post I’ve seen on instagram. He sighs again, spinning back around.

This time, I plop my phone onto the bed and stand up adjusting my shorts.

I wore comfy clothes as we aren’t going out today because Haz is filming. Short shorts, one of Harry’s t shorts with his favourite white lace bra underneath.

I stand behind him and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing the side of his face gently. “You okay?”

I felt him relax beneath me, he takes hold of my hand and leads me to straddle his lap. That I did.

He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands placed on my lower back pulling me closer into him.

“I’m okay, baby. Just can’t be arsed filming anything today” he answers my previous question, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ears.

“Why’s that?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the back of his hair.

“Wanted to spend it with you” he responded, fiddling with the hem of my t shirt. Well.. his.

I smile lightly, laying my head against his. “You still can, H”

“I just missed you.. I was gonna filming for over a week and I only got back today and I’m filming again. I dunno I just feel terrible for leaving you all the time” he sulks, still handsy with me.

He did have a point. The guys were filming for the good holiday vs bad holiday. When they got back two days ago I hadn’t seen him because they had to film yet another sidemen Sunday. As much as I miss him when he’s gone, I’m so supportive of him and the boys.

“I missed you so much, Harry. I always do when you’re gone. But I’m so proud of what you’re doing.. please don’t feel bad, silly” I chuckle, and kiss his nose making him laugh.

“I’d rather be in bed all day with you than film with these losers” he covers his face with his hands, groaning.

“It can’t be thattt bad” I try and defend will and vik. They’re both probably as tired- especially vik too after the trip.

“It’s not.. but there’s a few things I’d rather be doing than film with them” he says, sliding his hands under my t shirt and tightly gripping onto my hips.

“Mmm and what would that be?” I ask, sliding my hands down his back, dragging my nails on the way.

He grinds my hips down onto his, making a quiet moan escape my lips as I felt him against my core.

He continues doing this, making him hiss.

“Baby.. I want you to do something for me” he speaks, slowing down his movements.

I look at him, “anything”

“Ride my thigh”

~~

“Harry mate, where’s your camera gone?” The Geordie asks.

“Ah mate it broke” he was quick to lie.

“It broke.. within the ten minutes we were gone?” Vik asks, not buying it.

“Yeah. Y/n brought Herb to me and he broke the camera”

“He broke the camera?” Vik laughs, still not buying it.

“That’s something Basil would do” will laughs. “How is y/n?” Will continues.

“Yeah mate she’s great, currently getting herself off on my thigh. How’s Mia?”

That is what he was thinking, of course. He didn’t say that.

“She’s good, she’s currently asleep. Long shift” he says, turning his attention back to me, getting ready to help me.

“We will just watch this video, and I’ll tell you the catch of the video afterwards. Feel free to mute or whatever you want- just make sure to watch the video” will explains.

Harry automatically mutes himself.

He holds onto my hips and gets ready for me to ride his thigh.

“Now you can be a as loud as you want, baby” he whispers against my ear, tugging at it.

I feel myself getting impatient, rubbing myself against his shorts. “Harry” I whimper.

“Oh of course” he pulls his short leg up. “Go on princess. I wanna see”

I start by slowly moving my hips against his muscly thigh, automatically feeling pleasure.

“Oh, Harry”

He pushes my waist further down on him, and hides his face in the crook of my neck kissing it gently. “That’s it, baby” his muffled voice says.

I rock my hips faster and harder, feeling every sensation he was giving me.

“Need- need” i breathlessly pant, as he moves me faster digging his veiny hands into my waist.

“What do you need, princess”

“You. More of-“ I was interrupted by a moan as the feeling got even better than before. “More of you, Harry. Please”

“Hmmm” he hums while putting his hand underneath my shorts and pants finding my clit and circles it slowly.

“Fuck” I whimper at the new feeling.

He looks at me and smirks, moving his fingers around faster.

I lean back, pulling off the t shirt that was hanging from my body and throw it on the floor a few feet away.

He groans at the sighs of my chest. His favourite bra.

“The things you do to me, baby” he groans, taking one hand to cup one of my boobs while the other still circles around.

“Bounce” he smirks.

A turn on of Harry’s is seeing my chest bounce up and down. When you ride him? Fuck yes.

I move my hips on him again, this time up and down. They’re definitely bouncing, my hand trails down my body all the way to Harry’s shorts.

He was focused on circling my clit, not noticing what I’m doing.

I began to palm him through his shorts, his lips automatically attached to mine as he deeply kissed me. My hand moved under the fabric of his boxers and palm him.

He open mouth moans into my mouth. “Please”

~~

“Fuckkk, Harry” I moan into the air, continuing to park move my hand up and down him.

“You’re mesmerising” he groans, continuing his actions. He speeds it up. I follow along speeding up my hand movements.

“Ahh- Harry I’m close” I moan into his ear.

“Same, bab- baby” he hisses.

I grind my hips against his fingers, making me moan even louder.

“You ready baby?” He whispers, nibbling on my ear gently. I nod.

“Words, n/n” he grunts.

“Let me cjm” I whisper desperately. “Please”

“Let it go, give me it all” he grunts.

We both ended up finishing their, moaning and groaning against each others mouths.

Finally coming down from our highs, catching our breaths.

When he could finally breath at a steady pace, he leans in and kisses mt lips gently. “How I missed you, angel”

Before I could reply-

“Oi! Harry! It’s been 15 minutes where are you!” Will shouts in his thick accent.

“Sorry mate, I’m back. Herb was being bad” Harry says, he covers my face with his hand so they don’t hear me laugh.

“It’s alright pal” Will says. “So how did you enjoy the video?”

“Yeah mate. Was great.. found it very funny. Great” Harry responds.

“Harry.. it was about homeless children..” Vik says.

This is when I burst out laughing.

“Y/n!” Harry yells, trying to hide my laughter.

“Is y/n there? Ayy y/n how are you pal!”

“Hey will. I’m great.. tired out”

“What you been doing that’s made you so tired?” Vik asks.. immediately regretting it.

“For fuck sake!” Will laughs.

Harry turns his camera back on. “Sorry lads. Couldn’t resist”

“This is going on twitter!” Will shots, and then leaves the call.

“He’s bluffing. Nice to speak to you guys. Till next time” Vik leaves the call.

~~

A few hours later, Harry and I were cuddled up in bed.

“Haz..”

“Yeah?” He looks at me.

“Do you think Will was Being serious.. about posting it on twitter?”

Harry pulls out his phone and enters twitter. “Fuck”

“I’m going to kill that stupid geordie gremlin” I groan.

[wooahaes]

Hi 👋🏾 For the prompts list request, I’d love to see what you’d dream up using 5 + 10, and if you’re feeling extra inspired, combine those with prompt 45 for Wonwoo (but only if you’re feeling it!)

sugar cookies & cozy nights

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x gn!reader

prompt: 5 + 10 + 45 from these prompts  

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: food mention! sappy wonwoo. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: ty for the request! i hope u enjoy some soft sappy wonwoo <3

as much as wonwoo loved living with mingyu, his decision to bring some friends over was enough for wonwoo to message you. he liked his friends, sure, but work was particularly draining and he wanted nothing more than a quiet night alone... and he couldn’t really have that with mingyu’s friends over.

so when you gave him the go-ahead to come over whenever, he threw whatever he’d need to spend the night with you into a bag and made the trip over. he already knew the code to your apartment, letting himself in since you knew he’d be up within the next few minutes (he’d texted you the moment he arrived at your building). you called out to him that you’d ordered takeout and it should be there in a few minutes, and he mumbled his thanks. the moment the door was closed behind him, he finally let out a long breath of relief. he felt at home again.

you’d been curled up in the couch, video game controller in hand. he asked if you cared whether he took a shower, told him to go ahead, and he stopped long enough to press a quick kiss to your temple before going on to your bathroom. he threw his bag into your bedroom while the water warmed up, and soon enough took solace in your bathroom. there was something comforting about using your body wash (sugar cookie this time--he was sure it was one of those holiday bottles you’d stocked up on while the seasonal line was in). as much as wonwoo didn’t admit it to you, he liked smelling like you. there was something comforting about it, whether it be something like your favorite body wash or the scarf he’d borrow from you that had whatever body spray you used still lingering on it.

he was sure you already knew how much he liked it. by the time he returned to you, noticing the dinner set on your coffee table while you still played your game, he was sure you could smell it on him. he sat down at one end of the couch, half-heartedly answering your question about how his day went with a mumbled “fine” before cozying up on the opposite end from you.

“dinner’s here if you want to go ahead,” you said, eyes still glued to your screen. “you don’t have to wait for me.”

he waited, watching you a moment longer. “honey?” he said, and watched the way you seemed to perk up at the term of endearment. they were rare, after all, and wonwoo liked saving them for moments like this. “can i hold you?”

you paused, turning to him with a smile. “so it’s that kind of day...” you mused aloud, but moved over nonetheless. he pulled you into his arms, and you settled in happily before returning to your game.

you were warm. this, wonwoo thought, was what he’d been wanting all along.

“wonwoo?” you said, not looking up. yet he could hear the teasing tone in your voice, “why do you smell like me?”

he felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and he merely pressed a kiss into your hair. “it’s comforting.”

he always liked to hear the way you’d giggle in response. “someone’s sappy tonight...”

wonwoo curled his arms around you, snuggling in further. he shut his eyes, just happy to hold you for a bit. “can i say something else sappy?”

“go ahead.”

“i think we’re soulmates.” he idly fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. “i mean... i think i have many soulmates. i think a lot of people do. mingyu’s one of my closest friends and i think he’s a soulmate, too...” his fingers grazed the skin of your arm, “you’re number one.”

“aw... babe,” you giggled. “i think we’re soulmates, too.” you’d paused your game again, snuggling into his chest happily. “you okay?”

was it that obvious he was tired? or was he only this sappy when he reached a certain point...? “i just needed somewhere quieter,” he said, “so i came to you.”

“ah.” you turned to face him, chest pressing against his own. “i can put on a movie if you want--”

“you don’t have to stop playing,” he quickly said. “i like watching you play.”

you had smiled at that, leaning in to press a quick kiss against his lips. “okay,” you said as you drew back. “i’m gonna take a break to eat, then. and then we can cuddle and i’ll keep playing. okay?”

whatever it took to get you back in his arms again, wonwoo was okay with... even if your cozy night in ended with him falling asleep while holding you, happy to have you there with him.

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Sins of the Father

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k commission: you're held hostage by the riddler in a bid to bribe your father and bring his nasty crimes against gotham's needy to light 🐀💚 commission me here! kinks are so multi-faceted. it's fine if this is interesting/arousing/scary/healing for you! you're normal, and you're completely valid 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: exhibitionism kinda, noncon, dubcon, threats, crying, ransom, hostage, restraints, kidnapping, threats

“Please, daddy! He says he’ll let me go if you give him the money… not your money though, he says it’s not your money. The funds for the hospital? Is he telling the truth daddy? Did you steal money from those kids? I’m so scared, daddy! Please, please, I need you to-” The video stopped, your tear stained face, cheeks red and raw from where the duct tape was torn from them, the haunting still that was left on the screen. The GCPD officers hung their heads around the table, awkwardly shuffling, uncomfortable with the contents of the disc that had been mailed to them that morning. “He’s denied everything. Not even willing to 'fess up to save his daughter. So until we find out anything else about the money from our own investigation, there's no point in asking him.” “Yes, sir.” Detective Jim Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing before he spoke. "But we know that's his motive. We know there's a trail. Anyone else involved in this scam, we have to be getting them into protective custody. Who knows who his next target is! It could be anyone in this city." "Yes, sir." The officers spoke in unison, making their way to the door before they were called back. “Hey, hang on. There’s more.” Gordon pulled another disk out from the file in front of him. “He’s sent us another one.”

You tried to move your wrists, even millimetres apart from the arms of the chair you were taped to, but it was no use. Your ankles were the same. And while you had wasted a huge amount of time, exerted most of your energy, for the past three hours trying to loosen the restraints, you now realised it was futile.

No moisture left to form tears, you still sobbed, whining almost. Screaming into the gag as he came back into the apartment, stepping closer to you. With a gloved hand, he stroked your cheek, shushing you. And when you didn’t stop, he brought out his little switch knife, holding it close to you as you managed to squeeze out a few more pathetic tears.

“Do you think your daddy got the message?”

A few moments of consideration, and then you nodded, unsure if it was the right answer. It wasn’t.

He laughed, maniacal, growing in volume until it was verging on a scream, at which point he stood up, jumping, shouting around the room as he paced.

“No, no, no, no, no, noooooooo, NO! No he didn’t! Of course he didn’t. Those people never do!”

He softened his voice as he grew close to you again, crouched back down, eye-level, and maintaining the gaze without blinking.

“Honestly, you’re better off here with me.”

The Riddler, clad in his costume, hands coated in leather, no fingerprints on your body yet, stroked at your cheek once more, holding your face between his hands.

“I’ll keep you safe. As long as you’re worth something to me. Can you be worth something?”

You nodded, instantaneously this time, desperate to keep yourself safe no matter what.

“Good… let’s see how true that is then.”

He left you sitting there in suspense, his back turned to you as he sat at his desk. Home, fresh from the kill no doubt, the faint scent of blood on his gloves still lingering in your nostrils. Before even letting himself breathe, giving his skin a moment of reprieve from the mask and the jacket and the gloves, you could see he was in the process of loading up his laptop. As the screen flickered to life, the rest of the room now seeming even darker that it did before in the pale, dim, yellow light, you watched him clicking and typing, calm, precise.

He fiddled with the camera that balanced on the top of the screen, angling it until he felt it was just right, clicked once more, and then leaned back in his chair. The relentless pinging sounds of people tuning in began, their messages filling the chat. You wondered if they knew. About you, your father, the video he had made you record. Had the GCPD released a statement? Was your father pleading for your safe return? Did he really steal that money from the funds for the new children’s hospital? Everything was up in the air, completely unknowable. Your entire existence, boiled down to cliché questions of a procedural drama. Your future, even your present, a riddle.

Twitching at his voice, you looked up, staring at the back of him, as he began speaking to the viewers.

“Hello, everyone. I have some unfortunate news to share with you all. At present, the GCPD are currently coming to grips with the news that their city is completely plagued by corruption, far worse than they ever thought. Or, did they know all along? We’ll have to see how many of the little piggies will be added to our list, won’t we?”

The relentless pinging of accolades, hearts, likes, shared joy at the notion of murder and revenge filled the room. You stared at the floor, trying to will your ears to close, to not have to hear the insanity in the echo chamber. You were interrupted in your efforts though as he began moving, lifting the little camera and heading over to you.

You tried to shield your face, but he gripped your cheeks, harsh, immense strength behind the hold he had on you, and turned your face towards the little blinking lens.

“Do you recognise her?”

The pinging, insane, no doubt filled with people who indeed recognised a Gotham socialite, finally getting what she supposedly, at least to them, deserved. He stroked at your cheek, the leather-clad fingers of his right hand ghosting over the tear stained skin, trailing down your neck and toying with the collar of your shirt.

“Perhaps you might recognise her if we revealed a little bit more?”

A maniacal giggle filled the room, but he managed to choke it back quickly to resume his one-sided conversation with the viewers.

“Yep! That’s right! And wait until you hear what her daddy has been up to! Such a shameful, disgusting man.”

He let you go, almost throwing your face to the side roughly as he went back to the desk, sitting down and almost gleefully exposing the heart-breaking details behind your father’s misdeeds. It was hard not to believe him. He’d done his research. He seemed to know everything, inside and out. Every tiny little fact and figure. And of course, the crowd went wild.

The Riddler finished up his preaching, his words sharp, cutting, painful to listen to. You weren’t sure if that was the reason that you were sobbing uncontrollably. It was either that, or the sudden realisation that your father was a bad man. That the Riddler was right. Gotham’s elite were corrupt, all of them. And now, you were to sit here and wait for your fate to be revealed to you, paying for the sins of your father, a punishment you didn’t deserve but were going to get either way.

“So, if there’s one thing I can get you to help me with, it would be to put pressure on the GCPD to release the ransom video. Let them know that you know it exists. Let them know that we know what this little dolly’s daddy gets up to. We want to see the evidence I sent them, we want to see the city get tired, grow restless in the wake of these revelations.”

His voice was now raised to the point of screaming. He took a deep breath, shaky, as though he was actually nervous underneath the mask. Stepping back over to you, he crouched by the chair, pressing his cheek to yours.

“Ok, say goodbye to everyone now! We have another video to record.”

He waved fanatically to the camera in his hand before he clicked it off, making his way back over to the desk to close the laptop. With his phone in hand, he approached you once more, seeming to tower over you.

“Detective Gordon? Are you alright, sir?” Jim blinked, refocusing his eyes on the room, the officers who were waiting patiently for his instruction, the screen which was black. “Sorry, Officer Barnes. Press play.” Flickering slightly, the screen started playing the second video they had received that day. Same girl, same chair, same room. You looked tired though, more so than before. And your face was redder, eyes watering, bloodshot completely. You stared straight into the camera, sobbing past the duct tape that was over your lips. And then he made his appearance, stepping into frame from the left-hand side. “Hello! I hope you’re paying attention this time, friends. Because the response to the last video has made me quite angry.” His tone was playful, cheerful almost. There was a distinct note of cruelty behind it though, one that was far more threatening when preceded by the giggling and lilting speech pattern. And just underneath it all was your chorus of light weeping. “So, have any thoughts? It would be wonderful if you could share them with me, and the citizens of Gotham. Surely they deserve to know what their city officials are doing about this criminal? No? Or are they not doing anything at all? What a puzzle! Perhaps, it might show you how serious I am if we damage the bargaining goods a little?” You let out a loud wail, choking on your sobs. The Riddler turned to you, gripping the hair on top of your head at the scalp, shaking you a little, forcing you to look into the camera. “OH! You’ve interrupted me! Apologise to the nice policeman, who will be watching with bated breath to hear the end of my sentence!” Between your sobs, you managed a muffled sound that could have been an apology, and he nodded along, letting your hair go. He sighed deeply, exaggeratedly, facing you to shake his head to show his disappointment, before turning back to the camera as he tutted. “Apologies, not much of a good player, is she? I had better expectations for a hostage. Anyway! Maybe we’ll give this a reshoot, or better yet, maybe our next video will contain some more… unsavoury things being caught on camera… to really heighten the tension! Bye!” The officers who had been watching in silence turned to Gordon for their next instructions, looking to him for guidance, reassurance, or just something to take the awful taste form their mouth that the video had left. But they found him, eyes turned down to the table, head in his hands. “And we still have no idea where he is. Or how he’s getting these videos into the precinct. One of our own must be working with him, or something. I have no idea! But we need to find this freak.” “Yes, sir!” The collective cry, a weak attempt at rallying themselves, before they left the room left Gordon with no optimism that this might be resolved before he had to witness something far more cruel and disgusting. He looked up at the screen, the final frame still shining out from it. The Riddler, masked, but it was strangely obvious he was smiling. And you, staring straight into the lens, silently begging, praying, hoping, that someone was coming to rescue you. Anyone. Gordon stood up from his chair and made his way out of the briefing room, ignoring the calls of his name from officers who had questions, who needed some help, some clue about what they should do next. Heading for the roof, he let his fingers hover over the switch for the light they had installed recently. But he let his hand fall. It wasn’t that bad yet. Calling on him would only signal panic. And that’s what the Riddler wanted. They could do this themselves, they could save you. And if they couldn’t, then maybe they deserved to fall with the rest of Gotham.

The Riddler stood beside you, holding a cup of water in his hand. The glass was filthy, the water looked unsanitary, but you drank it anyway, grateful for this one display of kindness you had been shown since you had woken up in his company.

Beyond him, you looked to the camera, the red blinking light flashing. It was on. The stream wasn’t open, or at least it was silent. But he was recording. And as you wondered what he could possibly be recording for, you felt cold droplets of water splashing on you.

His hand trembled as you sipped, spilling drops of the water down your cheek and onto your lap. With his glove hand, he made a move to dab at it, to rub it in, fingers tensing around your thighs until he looked up, meeting your gaze, his pupils contracting behind the lenses of his clear glasses.

“You’re so pretty. Do you realise how pretty you are?”

He scoffed, incredulous laughter following it, trailing into a feverish little chuckle at a joke only he knew.

“Of course you do! But how much has that helped you in life, do you think? Was it more the good looks, or the money? Which one got you as far as you’ve been? Or was it both, equally?”

Kneeling in front of you, as though he were praying at some altar he had made of you, he rested his head on your thighs, sighing softly.

“I’m not pretty. I’m not ugly, but I’m not pretty. And I definitely don’t have money. I never have. No opportunities for me, and the ones I had were snatched away from me by the cruel, greedy hands of people like your father. And yet, look at this!”

He lifted his head up, looking into your eyes once again, intense stare giving way to what you could only assume was a smile by the way his cheeks rose within the mask, and his eyes glinted.

“We’re both in the same place! In fact, you’re not! We’re not equals in here either, because you are completely at my mercy.”

Removing his gloves first, he reached for your cheek, the cold of his hand striking against your warm and flushed cheeks, red with the heat of fear.

“I’m sorry. I think I’d like to spoil you. Ruin something of your father’s, since he ruined something that didn’t belong to him.”

He let his thumb fall to your lip and you flinched, but he kept at it, stroking it over and over, teasing it down to expose your teeth before tracing down your chin, over your jawline, to your neck. From there, he walked his fingers down the front of your breast bone. When he reached the buttons on your blouse, he began to undo them, slowly, the speed only making it more unbearable, more terrifying.

As more of your skin was exposed to the cool of the room, you held back your tears and your gasps, determined to remain stoic, strong, in the face of the danger that now gently brushing his fingertips over the top of your breasts. You refused to give him a reaction, to give him what you suspected he might want. But you feared that you might have read him wrong, as he continued unbothered.

With a shuddering exhale, he pulled your shirt to the side, your breasts now completely exposed to him. With his finger pointing out, he moved towards your hardened nipple, circling it, before gripping it gently between his finger and thumb, squeezing at it and gasping as your chest hitched up a little. At what he assumed was an invitation for more he allowed himself to cup your breast entirely, his face falling to your chest, nuzzling into you as he kneaded your flesh, thumb flicking over your nipple as he groped at you.

You tried to control the natural responses that swelled inside of you, but you let out a small noise, a mewling sound, almost a whisper. But he heard it.

Leaning back from you, he placed his hands on your knees, letting his palms push up your thigh, shifting the fabric of your skirt up, your underwear on display. Leaning in, he took a deep breath at your sex, settling back down on his heels and bring his hands to your inner thighs, spreading them apart. You tried to force them closed, but he was stronger than you, his movements becoming aggressive at your insubordination. So much so that you decided it was better, easier, less risky, to be a passive victim than play the defiant hero.

“That’s it, a good little doll, make it easy to play with you.”

With his finger out, he let it stroke up the front of your panties, the fabric pressing between and outlining your folds. He reached the top, pressing harder where he assumed your clit was, the sensation of the touch making you squirm. It wasn’t unpleasant, but you hated yourself for even thinking that. Still though, your body’s reactions gave way to the lie you were trying to force up to the surface. And as he stroked his fingers up and down, you could feel your slick collecting, lips swelling and warming under his touch.

“You must like this. Do you like it?”

You didn’t respond, you kept silent, lips pressed tightly closed behind the duct tape as your eyes began to sting with fresh tears that collected and pooled before trickling down.

“Do you like me?”

There was a gut-churning vulnerability behind the question, and you sobbed louder, muffled by the tape.

“Do you like me!?”

You nodded frantically, screaming behind your gag as the sudden shift in tone and volume. Standing up, he moved to your side, holding your chin in one hand while he undid his belt with the other, undoing the button and zip of his pants and letting them fall slightly as he reached under the band of his underwear. Releasing his cock, he let it bob in the air slightly, pulling your face towards it, your eyes pressing shut as you saw it, crying louder, tears fat and warm on your cheeks. He ripped the duct tape from your mouth, the pain sharp and hot.

“Sh, sh, sh. Open your eyes, just do this for me. Please?”

He requested it as though you had a choice. As though his hands weren’t gripping your cheeks tighter and tighter the longer it took for you to obey his command. You opened your eyes, his thumb slipping between your lips and parting them, pressing down on your teeth to lower your jaw. With his other hand, he pumped at his cock, slow, long movements, teasing the foreskin over his flushed and glistening head, holding it firm as he angled it to your open, awaiting mouth. No risks here. You were smarter than that. You would do as you were told and you would do an adequate job.

“Suck it… please, please do that for me?”

You did as he asked, letting your lips close around his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, the taste of him, of your tears that travelled to your lips, salty and bitter.

“I like this. I’m thankful for your touch. But you know what?”

He grabbed at the back of your head, forcing himself further into your mouth, the sudden sensation of him filling you completely causing you to gage and choke before you relaxed around him.

“You’re disgusting for letting me do this to you. You think you can use sex and money and your good looks to get you what you want?”

The sound of his palm meeting your cheek cracked around the room.

“It’s not that fucking easy.”

His grip was tight, and he jutted his hips forward as he held your head still for him, fucking your face, his head slamming at the back of your throat.

“You don’t get to escape! You don’t get what you want! No one does in this city! No one except for the bad guys!”

He groaned, one final grunt sending his seed down your throat, a small trail of it landing on your tongue as he removed himself, not allowing you a moment to breathe before he covered your mouth with the duct tape again, leaning forward and kissing at your now hidden lips, his own still behind the mask.

“But that’s fine, because according to the police and the press, I am a bad guy. So finally, I get what I want.”

Your father sat at the table in the briefing room, legs nervously bouncing, sweat on his brow. Truthfully, if he cared to look within himself deeply enough for any semblance of honesty, he would have to admit that the stress was caused by giving away the money. That the nerves were for himself. That the tears he had cried in the police car on the way here were out of fear of his own imprisonment, the consequences of his actions on himself, more than on you. But on the surface, he knew it was wise to maintain the façade of the grieving father. It might play better to the press, to the judges, and to the officers, who watched him from the corners of their eyes as Detective Gordon entered the room. “Apologies, sir, we’ve only just now located the disc.” “About time, I could have your badge for making me wait! That’s my daughter with that maniac! You wouldn’t let me broker an agreement with him, more than happy to let me package up my money for-” “It’s not your money though, is it, sir?” Gordon’s face was still, neutral, as best as he could hold in the face of such a poignant example of the true corruption that lay beyond his reach as Detective. “Don’t get wise, Gordon. It doesn’t suit you. Besides, do you know how far this reaches? I could turn in a couple partners, some guys I know who are in on this… in exchange for maybe a lighter sentence…” “How about we rescue your daughter first, get the locations of her whereabout from this video… then we’ll see what kind of punishment you deserve.” Furious, and barely managing to contain the rage, Gordon nodded to the officer who had loaded the disk into the computer. He pressed play, and the screen lit up. “Hello again, officers! And hopefully, the father of my sweet little victim here! It’s a pleasure to speak with you all again.” The Riddler was ever cheerful, almost giddy. He raised his hands from the bottom of the screen, displaying to all in the room that your hand was clasped firmly in his. “Thank you for the money! It’ll serve well for the rest of my work. It’s tiring, and thankless so far. But it’ll all be worth it.” You were staring into the camera, eyes wide, frantic, your skin pale. “Unfortunately, though… for you more than me, I suppose, you won’t be getting anything in return for it. I’ve grown quite fond of my little captive here, and I think we might be in love!” He let out a squeal, tightening his grip on your hand, the video capturing the tears that fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, over the duct tape that held your mouth shut, quiet. “I’m not going to give her back. You don’t deserve her. But you do deserve what is coming to you. You all do. And I might just have another video for you, but that’s really just to show everyone what a good girl she’s been for me.” The video ended, and Gordon turned to your father who was sitting speechless, furrowing his brow in rage more than worry or sadness. Without speaking another word, Gordon left him in the care of the officers, who placed the handcuffs on him once more and led him to the holding cells. As Detective Gordon made his way to the roof, he could hear your father’s shouts echoing through the building. It was probably time to flick the switch. Call in backup.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Just A Taste: Part Two

A/N: So @moodymelanist has been asking for a smutty part two of my chocolate cake thirst trap drabble for a while, and I'm nothing if not a giver, so here we are. Is there any real plot here? No. It's just smut. But did anyone really want plot anyways? ;) Anywho! Happy Day 4 of @nestaarcheronweek! I hope everyone enjoys :)

Part One // Read on AO3

Nesta still isn’t quite sure how she ended up here.

She’s still not sure how she ended up dating Cassian Valdarez.

It had all started when she was three glasses of wine in with Gwyn and Emerie, that stupid TikTok he’d sent her playing on an endless loop in her mind. Her friends, of course, thought the video was both hilarious and amazing, and they had prodded Nesta for any and all information about Cassian, practically feeding her more wine until it loosened her tongue.

Maybe it was being reminded of the way he always seemed to be waiting to walk her home, the way he could make her laugh with his memes and daily texts. Maybe it was all the wine. Maybe it was her friends’ goading. Hell, maybe it really was that damned TikTok. But it had led to Nesta finally biting the bullet and texting him, asking if he wanted to grab drinks some time. He’d agreed before she could backtrack, before she could spiral and talk herself out of it in the morning.

And then getting drinks one night had led to Cassian taking her out for dinner. Which led to letting Cassian press her back against the wall outside her apartment building and kiss her breathless. Which led to brunch together. Which led to a movie and more kissing. Which led to Nesta letting Cassian press her back into the mattress…

And now, here she sits, on the kitchen island in Cassian’s apartment, watching as he fiddles with a large ring light. She has to admit, it’s quite the sight. His hair is scraped back away from his face and piled into a bun at the back of his head. He has on a tight-fitting white tee, the cut showing off his bulging arms, the swirls of dark ink that wind around his biceps and down his forearms. His black jeans are equally form-fitting, and Nesta has never been more thankful for a man who can both cook and never skips leg day.

“See something you like, Nes?” Cassian’s voice pulls Nesta from her staring.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Nesta fires back, even as her heart skips a beat at being caught.

Cassian laughs, the sound warm and booming within the walls of the kitchen. It prickles along Nesta’s skin and settles deep into her bones until she has to bite back a smile. Something about the sound always puts her at ease, feels a little bit like home, and she’s long since given up on trying to deny the fact it’s one of her favorite sounds.

With the ring light set up how he wants it, Cassian finishes gathering the ingredients he’ll need, laying them out neatly along the countertop. Each time he passes by Nesta’s perch to get to the pantry, to the refrigerator, he touches her. A brush of knuckles against her arm. A hand to her knee. A slide of fingers along her thigh. She’s not even sure it’s a conscious decision, or just some thrumming need from deep within his soul that needs to always know she’s near, but it has embers flickering to life in her chest regardless.

Everything ready to go, Nesta watches as Cassian finally digs his phone out of his pocket. She waits for him to place it in the ring light as he always does, but instead, his thumb slides across the screen. With each passing second, his lips tug down deeper into a frown, grip tightening where he’s holding his phone.

“Cassian?” Nesta broaches, leaning forward and trying to peer at the screen. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cassian dismisses with a shrug. “Just reading some of the latest comments on the last video we did together. Do more videos with your sexy girlfriend. Girlfriend reveal when? She’s all I care about. Whose dick do I have to suck for a video with just your hot girlfriend. Are these people serious?”

“You can’t actually be jealous of a bunch of faceless people on an app,” Nesta teases, pressing her lips firmly together to keep from laughing at his obvious distress over this.

“I’m not jealous,” Cassian fires back too quickly.

Nesta hums, unconvinced. He may be able to always read her, but she can read him too, and she can see it in the bunch of his shoulders, the pinch at the corners of his mouth. Cassian snaps his head toward her at the sound, his expression unimpressed. He stalks closer to her, settling easily between her legs. His hands slide up her thighs, over her hips, before settling at her waist, the large spread of them spanning entirely there. One tug has Nesta sliding to the edge of the kitchen island, her legs wrapping around his hips.

“What’s there to be jealous of?” Cassian asks, that cocksure smirk of his pulling across his face. “I’m the one with the most beautiful, smartest, wittiest, most badass woman in my kitchen.”

“That must be so hard for you,” Nesta taunts, even as her cheeks flood with heat at the compliment.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

Cassian leans in and closes the distance between them, slotting his lips with Nesta’s. He wastes no time pressing against the seam of her lips, and Nesta moans into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing closer still, until they’re flush together. It still leaves her as breathless as the first time, feeling the heat of him where they’re pressed together, where his hands grip her, her senses flooded and overwhelmed with everything that is him as their lips move in tandem.

Cassian’s lips nip into her bottom lip, tugging gently, and Nesta is like a puppet on a string, following him forward with another soft moan. She feels Cassian’s chuckle more than she hears it, his breath fanning out across her skin. When she finally blinks open her eyes again, Cassian’s gaze is already pinned on her, the hazel of them blazing.

“I thought I was promised dessert,” Nesta murmurs.

“My apologies,” Cassian drawls, daring to steal another sweet kiss. “Let me remedy that right now.”

Cassian drops his hands from around her and steps back, and Nesta tries to taper down her shiver at the loss of his warmth. At least, she gets to watch him work. Watch him spin the pan around, somehow making it look small in his hands. Watch him squeeze the egg yolks between his fingers. Watch him grip into the dough and knead it with the heel of his hand. It has those embers burning into flames and licking through Nesta’s veins, heat pooling low and her heart starting to kick up between her ribs.

She never knew that baking could be like this.

Never knew that things with Cassian could feel like this.

By the time Cassian has finished mixing up the chocolate filling, moving the bowl and his phone over to the kitchen island, Nesta has to swallow hard around her heaving breaths, has to press her thighs together. She swears she can feel the electricity in the air, between them, buzzing and sparking with anticipation.

Cassian swirls two fingers through the chocolate concoction, holding them up to Nesta’s lips. “Needs the seal of approval from my taste tester.”

Nesta opens her mouth and closes her lips around Cassian’s fingers. The sweet taste of chocolate blooms across her tongue, and her eyes flutter closed. She swirls her tongue around the pads of his fingers, sucking lightly, as she groans at the delicious taste.

“Fuck,” Cassian swears softly, pulling his fingers free. “How am I supposed to keep that clip in now?”

“Aren’t you going to put music over this like all your other videos?”

“Trust me, just the sight alone…”

“Should we do another take then?”

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this,” Cassian teases, but he reaches over to stop their current video and re-press record.

He swirls his fingers in the chocolate filling again, holding them up toward Nesta. Once again, she slides her tongue over the digits, lapping off the chocolate, and sucks them into her mouth. But this time, Cassian is quick to pull his fingers free, replacing them with his lips against her own. He pushes his tongue against hers, and Nesta greedily swallows down his groan.

Cassian’s hands find Nesta’s knees, pushing her thighs apart so he can sidle up between them. Those hands slide up and back, fingers digging into her ass and dragging her forward. Nesta reaches her own hands up and pulls the hair tie from Cassian’s hair, finally burying her fingers amongst the strands and tugging the way she knows he likes. Cassian pulls back, but it’s just to latch his lips to Nesta’s neck. She tilts her head to give him better access, and when his teeth nip into the skin above her pulse point, there’s no stopping the gasp that tumbles past her lips.

“Cassian,” Nesta moans softly, her eyes flicking toward his phone. “Is your phone still recording?”

“So what if it is?” Cassian asks, raising his head again. His palm raises to cradle her face, thumb dragging across Nesta’s bottom lip. “I bet you’d like that too, wouldn’t you? Should I go live? Let all my followers see how you beg for my cock?”

Nesta barely swallows down a whimper at his words. She refuses to be the one to break, refuses to give in despite the way her body craves it, pleads for it, desperate for the release she knows Cassian can give her. Instead, she raises her chin, meets his heated gaze head on.

"I was promised dessert," Nesta reminds him.

"Maybe it's me who wants dessert now."

Cassian makes quick work of the zipper of Nesta's dress, gently pulling at the straps and skirts until it's a pool of fabric on his kitchen floor. Her bra soon follows, and then Nesta is splayed out in just the black lace panties she wore just for him. His eyes rake over her, and Nesta feels it like a phantom touch, her body practically aching to meet it. She feels powerful watching the way his throat bobs, the way he licks his lips, the way those hazel eyes darken. For all the effect he has on her, there's something indescribable in seeing it reflected back, in knowing he’s just as desperate. She wants to watch him unravel and come undone at her feet and know she’s the cause.

“Fuck, you're so gorgeous,” Cassian says, his voice full of awe. “Definitely good enough to eat.”

Cassian's mouth drops to her breast, and Nesta can't find an ounce of shame over how loud her moan is. He swirls his tongue around her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin teasingly, and Nesta arches up against him, grinding her hips where they're still pressed together. The pop when Cassian pulls away is obscene, almost as obscene as his feline grin.

“Sweet, but not sweet enough.”

Before Nesta can ask what that means, he steps away from her and walks over to his refrigerator. When he turns back around, there's a can of whipped cream in his hand, a wide smirk tugged across his face. He pops the lid off and gives the can a shake, a silent question in the way he raises an eyebrow. Nesta leans back onto her elbows, the answer in her expectant expression.

Carefully, Cassian sprays whipped cream across Nesta's chest and stomach, and she can't help but snort when she glances down. “A 'C'? Really?”

“Don't want anyone thinking you're anything other than mine.”

Cassian sets the can aside and leans down, his tongue following the path of the whipped cream. He pauses from time to time, dragging out the sensual feel of his mouth against her skin. His tongue presses and swirls, a promise of what’s to come, and his teeth leave bruises and love bites scattered in that same C pattern, a branding. By the time his lips are closing around her breast again, Nesta feels like she’s coming out of her skin, knows that it won’t take much more for her to go crashing over that edge.

Despite there being no whipped cream there, Cassian licks a line up Nesta’s neck, sealing their lips back together. She can taste the sweetness still clinging to his mouth, that hint of the whipped cream. Her hands reach down for Cassian’s shirt, tugging at the hem until he finally gets the message and steps back, pulling the offending fabric off and tossing it to the growing pile. Nesta licks her lips, sliding her hands down his chest and stomach, scraping her nails against his skin and relishing in the way he shudders, the way his eyes flutter closed for a moment. She expects him to press in close again, to kiss her again, but instead Cassian smirks.

“I think it’s time for a second dessert,” Cassian tells her, sinking to his knees. “My favorite dessert.”

The slide of his calluses over Nesta’s ankles, her calves, her knees, leave a blazing trail of goosebumps in their wake. His fingers dig into her thighs, yanking her to the very edge of the kitchen island until Nesta has to brace her hands behind her to keep from falling off. Those deft fingers of his find the waistband of her panties next, slowly pulling them down and off before Cassian settles her legs over his shoulders.

“You’re already practically dripping, sweetheart,” Cassian groans, pressing hot kisses along the inside of her thigh. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” Nesta breathes, reaching a hand down to bury Cassian’s hair.

“And only me, right?” Cassian asks, the dark promise in his eyes as he stares up at her making her clench.

“Yes.”

“That’s right, Nes. No one else makes you as wet as I do. No one else can make you feel as good as I can.”

“Prove it,” Nesta dares to challenge.

Cassian lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, and then his mouth is on her. Nesta knows there's nothing really to prove, knows exactly what he's capable of with his mouth, but damn if it doesn't feel like he took her taunt to heart with the way he devours her. He feasts like a man starved, groaning and sending vibrations along her clit with every broad stroke of his tongue. He swirls his tongue the way he knows she likes, plays her body like a old, familiar piano, and Nesta knows she won't last much longer. Especially not with the way she’s already wound up from all the teasing from the whipped cream.

When Cassian sinks two fingers into her, sucking her clit between his lips at the same moment, Nesta shatters, thighs squeezing his ears and a half choked out moan spilling from her lips. Cassian works her through it, and Nesta tries to catch her breath, but he doesn't stop. His tongue continues to lap at her, his fingers starting to pump in and out.

"Cassian," Nesta moans, bowing forward as he crooks his fingers, a pliant puppet on his strings.

"That's it," Cassian praises when Nesta clenches around his fingers, already climbing dangerously higher dangerously fast. "Let me make you feel good. Let me show you I’m the only one. Let me prove it to you."

The way he curls his fingers again as he says 'prove it' has Nesta whimpering, but it quickly gives way to a gasp when Cassian presses in a third finger, dropping his mouth’s attention back to her clit. She tries to shift her hips as best she can while perched on the kitchen island. Tries to rock against his hand, to press against his face. Her every nerve ending burns, the over stimulation somehow too much and not enough at the same time.

"Let go, Nes. Want to feel your cunt squeezing my fingers. Want to see that pretty flush of yours again while you come all over my face."

Nesta tries to hold out, tries to delay the inevitable, just to be difficult, just to prove a point, but Cassian redoubles the effort of his fingers, of his mouth. Nesta isn't sure if this is heaven or hell, but she's not sure she wants it to stop. She shatters with a scream, the force of her second orgasm curling her toes. Thankfully, Cassian gives her a reprieve while she comes down from the high, moving his mouth to press soothing kisses to her inner thigh instead.

“Kiss me,” Nesta demands breathlessly, her chest still heaving with the aftershocks of coming twice so quickly.

Cassian is all too happy to oblige. He stands back up and molds their mouths together, his hands gently cradling Nesta’s face. She moans softly at the taste of herself on his tongue, at finally feeling the warm weight of him pressed against her again. When he finally pulls back, Nesta needs a moment before she blinks open her eyes again, still feeling dazed and so sated.

Cassian chuckles softly, pressing his forehead to hers. “Need a break, Nes?”

“No," Nesta argues, meeting that fire in his hazel eyes. "I want the dessert I was promised.”

“Then be a good girl and get on your knees.”

“Make me.”

Cassian's hand moves so his fingers curl around her throat, squeezing gently. It's not enough to close off her airway, but it is enough to have her eyes rolling back in her head, sparks skittering down her spine.

"If you keep acting like a brat, I'm going to punish you like one," Cassian warns lowly, the squeeze of his hand a thrilling promise. “You can walk around with my bruises around your throat and then everyone will really know who you belong to, won’t they?”

Nesta lets out a choked off whimper at his words, heating swirling in her gut at the idea of that. It’s tempting, so tempting. But she still wants what she was promised.

"Now, are you going to be my good girl?"

Nesta tries her best to nod around his grip, and satisfied with her answer, Cassian finally releases it and steps back. Nesta slides down off the kitchen island and onto her knees, reaching her hands up to undo the button of Cassian's jeans. She shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one go, licking her lips as she takes in his cock, already weeping in anticipation. She wraps her hand around him, stroking once, twice, twisting her wrist in the way that always has him groaning.

She leans forward, tongue out and ready, when an idea strikes her. She glances over her shoulder and back toward the kitchen island, spying the can of whipped cream still sitting there. When she looks back up at Cassian, he's already smirking, clearly having followed her gaze. He shifts so he can grab the can, shaking it and spraying a line along his shaft.

"Better clean me up."

Nesta doesn't need to be told twice. She licks the line of whipped cream, groaning softly at the sugar sweet taste and pulling back to swallow the whipped cream down. Urged on by Cassian’s answering goran, she licks the line again to ensure she got it all before sucking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue.

"That's my fucking good girl. Look at you, sucking me so good. So fucking beautiful like this. And you’re all mine, aren’t you, sweetheart?"

Nesta moans at the praise, slackening her jaw to make more of him. She starts to bob her head, working what she can't fit with her hand. She can feel tears starting to prickle in the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't care, blinking up through her eyelashes at Cassian. His own gaze is already pinned on her, the heated look on his face making Nesta moan again.

“That’s enough," Cassian says suddenly, pulling her off of him. "If I’m going to come, it’s going to be in that pretty little cunt of yours.”

Nesta slowly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, not taking her eyes off him. “Then take me to bed.”

“Is that what you want, Nes?”

“Yes.”

Cassian leans down, his hand cradling Nesta's jaw, barely a breath between them. “Then beg for it.”

“Please…" Nesta tells him, clambering to her feet and sliding her hands up Cassian's chest. "Please, fuck me, Cassian.”

“Aching to be filled, sweetheart?”

“Yes. I need it. Need you. No one else fucks me the way you can.”

It’s the right thing to say. Cassian crashes their lips together, his hands gripping her thighs as he hoists her off her feet. The walk from the kitchen to Cassian's bedroom is blessedly short, and before Nesta knows it, he's tossing her down amongst the blankets. She shifts until she's comfortable against the pillows, Cassian digging around in his side table drawer until he's pulling out a condom.

He clambers up onto the bed and settles between Nesta's spread legs, grabbing one of the pillows and sliding it under her hips. He leans over her, and Nesta takes a moment to reach her hands up, gently brushing the strands of hair out of Cassian's face and behind his ears. He closes the distance between them, this kiss softer, sweeter.

"Make me yours," Nesta whispers against his lips.

Cassian groans, but he shifts to line himself up. Nesta wraps her legs around his hips, and then he’s sinking in, both of them moaning. Nesta isn't sure she'll ever get over the stretch of him, the feel of him so deep, and when he starts to move his hips, she never wants him to stop.

"Fuck, nothing feels as good as your gripping me," Cassian tells her, building up a steady pace with his strokes. "My perfect girl. My good girl, taking me so well."

"Cassian, fuck…" Nesta moans, raising her hips to meet every thrust, her nails digging into his shoulder blades.

"Love hearing you say my name. Want you to scream it. Let everyone know how good I fuck you. How I'm the only one who can fuck you like this."

Cassian starts to snap his hips harder, pressing in deeper still, and Nesta can do nothing but moan and hold on, her whole body alight, another release already glimmering within reach. His hand slips between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit with ease, drawing circles in time with his thrusts. It doesn't take much longer for Nesta to give into Cassian's request, practically screaming his name as her third orgasm of the evening sends her arching up against him.

"God's, you're so gorgeous like this, so beautiful," Cassian murmurs, hips still working her through it.

A few more thrusts and Cassian finds his own release, burying his face in Nesta's neck and groaning. They lay tangled up together, catching their breaths. Nesta swears she can feel Cassian's heart where their chests are pressed together, swears her own heart leaps to match the beat.

After a few more moments pass, Cassian kisses where his lips are resting and pulls back. His lips press to her forehead, each cheek, before finding home against hers. Nesta sighs happily against him, gently carding her fingers through his hair.

"We should probably shower," Cassian offers quietly, a sly grin pulling across his face. "Clean off any whipped cream residue."

Nesta can't help but laugh at that, Cassian's grin widening at the sound. He climbs off Nesta and the bed, hands curling around her ankles, and tugging her with him. Nesta lets out a squeal of surprise at the sudden movement, but before she can kick out or try and fight Cassian off, he pulls her back into his arms, carrying her out of the bedroom.

"I know you're probably feeling real proud of yourself right now, but I can still walk, you know," Nesta teases, fondly rolling her eyes.

"Is that another challenge, Nes?"

Nesta smacks at Cassian's shoulder rather than respond, but Cassian just laughs, setting her down in the bathroom. They jump through the shower together, and when Nesta pads back into the bedroom, she digs through Cassian's drawers, stealing one of his tees and pulling it on. She loves the way it smells like him, loves the way the hem hits her thighs, the collar slipping down her shoulder.

She's more than happy to climb back into bed, to burrow beneath the blankets, and she smiles when she feels the mattress dip behind her. Cassian curls around her, his arm slung over her waist and chest pressed along her spine. He tilts his head and presses a series of sweet kisses to her exposed shoulder, to the smattering of freckles there. It's one of his favorite places to kiss her, Nesta has noticed.

"Give me five minutes and I'll finish making that chocolate dessert for you," Cassian promises against her skin.

Nesta reaches down and tugs his arm more securely around her, sighing happily. "Make it ten."

And if the next afternoon, they record a video of Cassian pressed up behind Nesta, of them smiling and laughing while he teaches her to bake the perfect chocolate chip cookies, earning a flood of couple goals, when will it be my turn, and hate to see others living my dream, then maybe Nesta doesn’t mind that she ended up here after all.

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