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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 020: ‘Red Thong, Party’s On!’ (Epilogue)

a/n: pov you’re back at hellfire, but this time you’re sharing the stage with eddie, stripping while he plays a song for you to dance to 🤭🤭♥️ (SURPRISE AT THE END) it’s been a WILD ride my loves, thank you all so much for the support for CMWYW. i hope we all continue to create more beautiful things together. readers, writers, artists, creatives of all kinds keep the world going round. 🤟🏼💋 all my love, maddy

MESS WITH HER? SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

CW: strip club behaviors hehe, grinding, pole-dancing, ass-shaking, all that hellfire goodness, implications that shy girl c*me on eddie's guitar

word count: 990 words

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Mom always used to say, "Inside of you, there are two wolves: a good one and a bad one. Depending on which mouth you feed, one will triumph the other.”

She left out one thing, however: sometimes being bad feels so fucking good.

“We’ve got a verrry special treat for you tonight folks!” the DJ announces. “She took a break for a little while but now she is BACK… and here to stay with us, FOREVER! Put your hands together for the ONE, the ONLY — Hellfire’s Princess — SHYYY GIIIIRL!”

And the crowd goes wild.

You emerge from the side stage in your glimmering scarlet set, flipping your plump, bouncy locks around as you dip your hips to the beat. Your regular customers swoon as you blow them kisses, and the petty kisses you issue to the Hellfire Girls (they came to pick up their severance checks) leave them shaking in their stilettos.

"WOOO, HARGROVE!" Nancy cheers for you backstage, dancing to the song as she curls Nina's hair.

"LET 'EM KNOW, BABY!" Nina shouts after her.

You acknowledge them with a wink, giving one to Chrissy as well as she cheers for you on the opposite side of the stage, bouncing up and down in her sexy Hellfire cheer uniform.

“Let’s go, Shy Girl!” ‘Cherry’ cheers as she waves her pom-poms in the air. "LET'S GOOOO!"

She's hot! Can’t stop! Up on stage doing shots!

You shake your ass when the song calls on it, grinding your hips to the beat to match the lyrics as they come. The crowd hoots and hollers as you dance, showering you in dollar bills as you make the pole your bitch for the night.

“YEAAAH!” Max cheers. “That’s my sister!”

As you glide down the cylindrical silver steel, you wave to the crowd and thank them all for coming out.

“Thank you! Aww, thanks so much! OMG, how are you? Long time no see!”

But just because you’re doing your thing on stage doesn’t mean you aren’t paying attention to the happenings beneath you. Because while you have a bird’s eye view of Vecna’s Lair, you can’t help but fix your gaze on Lucas, who is dressed rather sharper than usual tonight, going up to Maxine in attempts to ‘rizz her up’.

“I see spiciness runs in the family,” Lucas remarks to her as they stand beside each other in Vecna’s Lair.

The self-proclaimed 'Dark Chocolate' shoots her an awkward wink, to which Max responds with a grimace on her face.

“Genetics wasn’t playing ‘bout y’all,” Lucas continues. "You're looking mighty fine tonight, Max."

“Thanks. I guess,” Max shrugs, refusing to entertain it. “But, if you knew anything about family dynamics and DNA, you’d know she’s my step-sister."

"Psh," Lucas scoffs. "Yeah! Yeah, I knew that."

"Course you did," she jeers. "Stalker."

“Stalker?! I thought we were friends.”

Max rolls her eyes. “Whatever this is, is far from platonic.”

She begins to strut away, giving Lucas the opportunity to race after her. And Sinclair wastes no time, pushing himself past the sea of sweaty men to catch up to the beautiful redhead in front of him.

“So there’s a chance we can be more than friends?!”

You chuckle as you watch it unfold from the stage. Then you turn to everyone else.

Argyle and Jonathan give you two stoned-filled waves hello. You wave back. Henry whose the designated bone-snapper bouncer tonight blows you a kiss. You catch it and return the favor. Mike and Will don't even give you the time of day.

You then turn your attention to Dustin who is both head-banging to the song, and holding up a lazily written message on the black screen of his phone: “I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY”. You can't help but giggle. It's like he's a mini Eddie.

Speaking of your boyfriend, your eyes dart back to the side stage where you meet Eddie’s gaze.

She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth.

You watch as the curly-haired, metalhead-turned-strip-club-owner eyes you steadily, situating his guitar around himself, giving the body of his NJ Warlock one more wipe down with a cloth.

He smirks to himself, satisfied at the thought that only you two know why that guitar needed wiping down in the first place. But he’s mostly pleased with the fact that, despite the long list of handsome, eligible bachelors after your heart, the passionate, down-to-earth, sexy, siren of a woman that is you, is all his.

My girlfriend's a dick magnet. MY girlfriend…

Eddie then takes to the stage, using the same fingers he’ll use to ravage you tonight to strum the chords of the sexy guitar solo of the song — you know, the song about a guy…..with a hot stripper girlfriend…..whose seducing everyone around her while she does her thing…..in that beautiful red set.

“HOLY SHIT!” someone from the crowd raves, causing Eddie’s eyes to light up like a little kid. “DUET OF THE CENTURY!”

You’ve healed so many parts of Eddie that he was too scared to explore: Love after Isabelle. Showing him that self-care is just as important as caring for Wayne. Encouraging him to find a hobby outside of Hellfire that didn't include doing payroll or grocery shopping. And healing his inner teenager by letting him play on stage with you, as he relives his glory days as the guitarist and frontman of Corroded Coffin one last time.

And as Eddie continues to strum, he stays thinking of you. He couldn’t wait to heal more parts of himself…with 'Shy Girl' Hargrove by his side.

“So,” you pant, edging closer to your boyfriend as the music draws on. "What's next after this?"

Eddie smirks. As the instrumental allows, he presses you against his body, kissing you softly against the lips before trailing all the way down your neck. Your breath hitches in arousal as he hums against you.

“Whatever you want.”

The End

SIKE! King Steve has entered the chat… 😉

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

MODERN AU • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

slight age gap (Steve is 31, reader is 23); reader goes by the nickname "Sweets"

*loosely inspired by sara cate’s salacious players club*

Summary: 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄. Steve Harrington has the WORST luck with the ladies. His high school sweetheart left him for another dude, his former fuck buddy is dating his roommate, and his dream girl is a lesbian. King Steve is losing hope. That is until he meets you — a newly graduated university student from Seattle — when your paths cross on a fateful night in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... that is until your risky business trickles over to Hawkins, Indiana, a town your best friend knows of a little too well.

theme song: call out my name by the weeknd

tag list is open 💌✨

PREVIEW

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Winter 2024

“WATCH OUT INDIANAPOLIS — you're about to get... absolutely SOAKED!”

The booming voice of a man in Steve’s bedroom stirs him awake.

Letting out a ferocious yawn, The King rubs his eyes free of the annoying crust in the corner of his sockets, flopping around one more time before doing his routine stretch.

“Google,” Steve commands. “Turn off the TV.”

The TV immediately switches off. It’s nothing personal to meteorologist Marcus Bailey, but if Steve ever needed an accurate forecast of Indianapolis, all he would have to do is look outside his penthouse window. And that, after brushing his teeth, is just what he does.

"G'morning Indy,” he sighs happily on his balcony before going back inside.

Steve then makes his way over to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast.

“Google,” he calls out again. “Open the curtains, please.”

Google replies:

“Opening curtains. Good morning — Steve.”

"Google, what's my schedule looking like today?" "Google, text Dustin." “Google, what is the weather looking like in Nevada?” “Google, turn on my shower tunes.”

The best thing about not living with Eddie Munson anymore, is that Steve can shamelessly sing Amy Winehouse in the shower without being hounded about it.

“We only saaaid GOODBYE, with WORDS!” Steve sings, confidently off-key. “I died a hundred times! You go back to her, and I goooo baaack toooo…”

"Scanning fingerprint...”

an automated voice announces at the entrance of Steve's walk-in closet.

Swish...

The door slides open. Sauntering his way inside, Steve ventures for some slick black athleisure down to the shoes, his usual musky cologne, and some matching sunglasses (despite the gloomy forecast prediction).

Black. 🎶

Steve Harrington is ready for the day.

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"Google, make reservations for 3 people at Tony's Steakhouse at 7pm please."

All Steve had left to do for the day now was grocery shop. Which was always a hassle. Because sometimes, the store doesn't have the specific brand he's looking for so the shopper has to opt for an alternate version. Or sometimes, the shopper assigned to him that day chooses produce that is nearing its expiration date making every fruit in his bag a mushy mess. It doesn't happen too often, but it sure feels inconvenient as hell when it does. There are worse problems in life though, so Steve really can't complain.

*Ring, ring. Ring, ring*

The very distinct and custom ringtone has Steve bolting across the room to answer the call. One of his best friends was on the other line.

"Yello?" he says into the phone.

"Hey, it's Shy Girl," comes a voice. "Eddie and I are pulling in."

"Pull off to the side. Valet's got it. I'll send you guys up."

A bottle of cabernet sauvignon a la Steve awaits the pair when they make their way over. Consider it a Tony's pre-game.

"GameWorld stock is up 4% today,” Steve's buddy, and owner of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Eddie Munson announces as the two clink glasses. "I don’t have much faith in it though, figure I’ll get my pie slices from actual grocery stores. Like Meijer.”

“Everyone's always gonna need groceries,” Steve points out. "Definitely. Just don't day trade. Not now."

"Ooh, you hear that, Eds?" Shy Girl nudges him. "You gotta be careful where you put your money."

"I gotta be careful with my money, period," Eddie smirks. "You're a danger to my pockets, angel."

"Oh but you love me," she says.

"Yeah," Eddie gives in, grabbing his lover's dainty digits, trailing his fingers across hers, and rubbing the glistening rock that took up most of her left hand on the distal side. "I sure do."

"I'm just... so proud of us," Steve sappily reflects. "So much has happened over the past two years and we've all come so far."

"Yeah," Shy Girl agrees. "And it's about fucking time we celebrate."

"I agree," Eddie chimes in, raising his glass once again. "This weekend trip is going to be... one for the books."

"Viva Las Vegas," Steve toasts. "Cheers."

"Viva Las Vegas!"

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

Black and red.

They're the two colors that occupy your closet the most. But of course, after graduating from Washington State University (or Wazzu, for short), you expected nothing less.

You could do with some more sequins though, you think to yourself as you pack your bags.

"What do you think of this, Sweets?"

Peering over your shoulder, you see that your best friend, Elle has started festivities early, managing to hold two glasses of champagne in one hand, and six-inch stilletoes in the other.

"Can't take the party out of the girl, that's for damn sure," you respond.

When you left Seattle to attend WSU Pullman, Elle was your only friend in business class. Mainly because the class was predominantly for dudes, but eventually you found out that you two have a lot in common.

Elle is everything you would want in an older sister figure: she is both book smart and wise, she is sexy, and she eats men for breakfast. And, now that she's about to celebrate the launching of her lingerie business (along with her Dirty 30s Era), and you're about to enter your new-grad era, you two are hitting up Las Vegas to go ham together one last time.

It's all so bittersweet. You owe everything to the Warrens, having taken you in when you were a lost undergrad. It also sucked quite a bit not having a support system after graduating high school. You and Elle were all each other has. Which makes this inevitable separation so much more painful.

"Are you sure you're okay with Vegas by the way?" you question. "I know since the split, being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 can kinda be triggering.”

"Don't worry about it, love," she shakes it off. "The past is in the past. This is a new era of me."

Cheers to that. Clinking your airport-pregame champagne glasses with one another, you raise a toast to yourselves, celebrating how far the two of you have come over the past four years.

"To friendship."

"To being elegant and educated."

"To elegance and education."

"And to being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives."

You giggle as you raise your glass of champagne even higher.

"To being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives," you two take a sip at the same time. "And no matter how near and no matter how far, we're always gonna be besties."

"I love you, Sweets."

"I love you too, Isabelle."

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aph-mable · 9 months

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dpxdc; My Uncle is Nuts.

My Uncle Is A Nut

Written by:

Aph-mable

@thegatorsgoose

Having been announced the heir and Co ceo of D.A.L.V co, Danny has gotten used to being dragged to formal events with Vlad against his will. Getting caught up in saving one of the many galas he’s forced to attend, Danny catches the eye of one Lex Luther.

Chapter 1

Danny tries hard not to sigh for the umpteenth time as Vlad drags him towards another group of rich folks and reporters.

When his Godfather had publicly announced Danny as his heir during one of his mayoral speeches he thought he was going to die all over again from sheer embarrassment and frustration, especially when he started calling Danny out of class to work on ‘special’ projects or drag him to Gala’s like this one.

Usually at least one member of team Phantom would come along, usually Sam since her parents often forced her to attend anyway, unfortunately this time everyone was busy.

Sure Danny could have asked, but he didn’t want to take away what little free time they had during spring break, so for now he was going to face this party on his own. After all nothing really interesting happens at these and he’s not going to end up socializing much anyways.

At the moment Vlad had rolled him over to a group of men who were chatting away about their latest technology, a nerdy looking yet buff reporter taking notes on everything.

Danny was only half listening to what was being said when the frootloop budged in, something about wanting to partner up with Wayne tech since DALV co was already partnered with Lex co.

He could only roll his eyes and cringe as his crazy arch nemesis wrapped an arm around the shoulders of the bald ceo who looked just as done as he felt.

Seeing Vlad finally to distracted with his deals Danny took his chance and snuck away, moving his wheelchair as fast as possible to make a break for it, away from the party and to explore the building. maybe even escape if he was lucky.

Unfortunately as he reached one of the doors the pesky security stopped him, saying he needed to stay within the building, so he pulled out the oldest trick in his book.

“I have to go to the bathroom, can you at least point me to it?” He even pulled out his pleading eyes to look as innocent as possible to make the security guards feel uncomfortable.

“It’s through those doors over there, just across from the kitchen… do you want-” before the guard could finish Danny was already zooming to the door and shouting, “No thanks, byye!”

Once out of sight he at least made an effort to head towards where the bathroom was but stopped in front of the kitchen.

First double checking all sides of the hallway, he pushed himself into the kitchen in search of something to tinker with. Danny swears he will drop dead if he doesn't get some kind of technology in his hands.

When he entered the place was completely empty of any staff. makes sense as they had set up a huge buffet in the main hall and had all the kitchen staff stand against the wall to show who cooked what, like it was some kind of grand show.

This left Danny to ‘borrow’ a few appliances, they’re rich they can afford it!

He ends up taking a toaster, a blender, and some kind of cylinder air fryer, stuffing them all into his magic bigger-than-it-looks bag and bolting out of there as fast as his wheels could take him so as to not get caught.

Once he re enters the gala he parks himself in the furthest corner near a window. He starts pulling out his mini tool kit and the items he took, trying his best to hide them by making them semi invisible so it just looked like he was messing with his tools as he gets to building an ecto gun.

Danny tried to stay alert and scan the room on occasion but nothing much was happening, Vlad was still bragging to the group of men, and there were only three other kids around his age hanging out on the opposite side of the room. One looked ready to pass out while the other two stood next to the door arguing over who’s dog was best.

Danny pulled his goggles down over his eyes and rolled up his sleeves so his specialized gloves could start putting power into the ecto gun. He quickly starts to hyper focus as he tinkered with the homemade gun, his mind drifting off to play among stars that were just out of reach.

Even with everyone talking around him it all faded to white noise, finally quiet enough he now focused his power to flow through the machinery as he twisted the screws into the right place.

His very core sang with how peaceful it was as he finished making the home made ecto gun and set it down in his lap.

Just as Danny turns it invisible to put it away, his chair is suddenly jerked as he’s dragged towards the now frightened guests, a group of men dressed in green and purple question marked suits threaten everyone into a corner as they start setting up strange equipment.

Clutching his invisible weapon tightly in his lap one of the goons tries threatening him with a gun, but before Danny could react Vlad steps in front of Danny, letting out an instinctual growl to make them back off.

The goon rolls his eyes before directing them to where he wants them to go, trying hard to not let his hands shake too badly as he thrust more people into the now overcrowded corner, keeping watchful eyes on Vlad who is seconds away from losing his temper and ripping someone's throat out.

Now most people in this situation would just listen to their captors, sit still, be quiet, all that jazz, especially with how many of the goons were now bringing in strange green canisters of gas that gave off the scent of pure fear.

Yet as Danny rams Vlad’s ankles with the wheels of his chair it's pretty clear he wasn’t like most scared civilians. For once he was siding with his godfather as he was very, very angry. Angry that they were targeting innocent people, angry that Vlad was treating him like he was helpless, angry that he had to show up to this stupid gala in the first place… He had noticed some of the other kids giving them the slip earlier, at least there’s that.

Just as they bring in the last canister one of the goons trips and nearly brakes open the container, which got the already annoyed second incharge to yell at them.

“For fucks sake! Be careful with those things, we don’t even know what they’ll do yet!”

The younger looking goon, who looks barely out of their teens, shrinks away as they whimper out an apology. He sets the items down as others around them either stare in frustration or sympathy.

Yeah, no.

“Wow you people are pathetic.”

The second in command turns at Danny’s outburst, taking a step forward and clenching his fists. “What the fuck did you just say?” Danny rolls his eyes before glaring at the goon “I said you’re pathetic, did you get that or do you need me to repeat myself again?”

The crowd looks on in half horror, half shock as the leader walks up to Danny, resting his hands on his arm rests and leaning down to stare at Danny threateningly. Danny leans back in his wheelchair and looks up at him with a bored expression, unphased. Vlad tries to shove his way to Danny, but is held back by several goons. Danny spares a quick glare at his godfather, he has everything under control.

“I may be a criminal, but even I don’t like kicking a kid when they’re already down.” The goon says, moving his eyes down to glance at Danny’s wheelchair and back up again, glaring into his eyes. “So I’m going to give you one last chance to take that back.”

Danny narrows his eyes at the goon as he clutchs the invisible ecto gun in his lap, it’s now or never. With near inhuman speed he quickly reaches for his bag and pretends to pull the weapon out, aiming it right at the goons temple. There’s audible gasps from the crowd as the goon stumbles away with wide eyes before gaining his footing and going right back to glaring.

“And I’m going to give you one last chance to reconsider what you’re doing with your life” Danny smirks at the goon, already reading up the lecture in his head.

“It’s 30 minutes past start time, what is taking you so-“ Danny’s smirk evolves into a full shit eating grin as the Riddler walks in to scold the goons, what perfect timing.

With the crowd distracted Danny uses his other hand to unlock his phone. With a few simple swipes, Danny has the gala on lockdown. With the main asshole inside.

Perfect.

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Damian puts on his Robin suit with trained proficiency once they make it to the cave. Unfortunately he and Jon were the only ones able to leave on time, the rest of the family having been dragged away. Truly, this proved that he had good reason to not mingle with the crowd. It had nothing to do with the noise. Or the lights. Or the small talk.

Truly.

“Who do you think it is this time?” Jon asks, an excited smile on his face. But even while being carried, Damian could see the tension in his frame, the nervous tick in his brow. His friend was worried. “I mean, they have the question mark thing going on, but they also had the gas canisters which I don't think the Riddler does that? And the gas itself kinda smelled like lavender and hazelnuts like fear gas but it was also kinda minty? And not like candy cane minty but like straight mint leaf minty? I don’t know, I only know there’s a difference cus ma tried to make mint tea that one time cus she was super sleep deprived and she read online that mint tea could improve memory or something, that stuff reeked!” Another indication of Jon’s nervousness, rambling. By the time Jon had finished his rant, they had already made it to the gala.

Once he’s put down Damian dusts himself off and turns to Jon. “It is most likely a team up, then.” He pulls out his katanas and readys himself for the fight ahead. “Once you break down the door our job is to stall long enough for the others to get out. We don’t know what the gas can do, so keeping the containers safe is our top priority.” As much as it pains him to admit, just him and Jon won’t be enough to handle it themselves. There’s too many people, and they need some of the bats to disperse around Gotham in case the riddler has set up a larger plan.

Jon smiles at him and nods, hopping from foot to foot in excitement (which he doesn’t find adorable at all). “You ready?” Damian gives a sharp nod before Jon kicks in the door.

“-I mean COME ON, people would PAY you to have a chance at your game show! You could even do your whole “riddle me this!” Thing as it’s own segment! But noOOOOooo, you wanna risk the lives of countless civilians so you can get a fucking furry to answer your stupid riddles, most of which aren’t even original! And NOW you wanna partner up with a fear junky cus why?”

“I-“ a clearly startled Riddler tries to answer before being interrupted.

“Oh yeah, cus your BUDDY, your PAL scarecrow, thought it would be so FUNNY to release an UNTESTED gas in a gala for a fucking THRILL HIGH.”

But instead of a fight they walk into.. this.

A wheelchair bound boy with black hair and blue eyes (who he’s sure his siblings would call “adoption bait”) holding a strange silver and green gun that looked straight out of one of Damian’s sci-fi mangas, at a confused and startled Riddler. It seems the crowd used this as an opportunity, as the rest of the goons were restrained near the walls by a mix of his family, Kent, and various gala attendees, while the middle of the room was occupied by the armed boy.

“Huh?” Jon let his arms rest at his sides as his head tilted to the side in confusion (it does NOT remind him of a confused puppy, absolutely not). However before Damian could say anything, it seems the boy has finally noticed them.

“Oh, you’re here. Took you long enough.” The boy finally puts the gun down and into a bag at his side. “Have fun.” He says in a bored tone as he turns and starts pushing himself in the direction of a man with silver hair, Vlad Masters, who met him in the middle only to start fussing over him, seemingly much to the boy’s annoyance.

Finally shaking off their shock both Damian and Jon rush to detain the Riddler until the police show up, yet Damian’s curiosity keeps bringing his eyes back to Master’s and his ward. outwardly, the concern seemed genuine, but with how the boy was reacting to just being touched by Master’s… made him think otherwise.

Even Lex Luthor was side eyeing the man instead of resuming his chatter with father or Mr. Kent, meaning something was happening and Damain was determined to find it out one way or another.

For now though, they have their hands full because of Riddler and Scarecrow.

Domain knew he should have stayed back with Ace.

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End of chapter 1

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dr3c0mix · 8 months

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Heyo! Hope you're doing alright! Firstly, sorry if this is too long... summary: yan oc reactions to male/gn reader with a high pain tolerance whose platonic affection language is rough housing (biting , headbutts, body slams/shoulder bumps, aggressive bear hugs, or a good grip/squeeze. All of these forms of affection are done by reader with as much force as is allowed without actual damage and which reader happily reciprocates). Bonus, what're the reactions of rough housing intolerant yans when said reader starts trying to find someone else as an outlet for this affection need. Context: I saw the mini react to the affectionate chair wielding and had a thought. I am a very energetic and affectionate individual with folks I'm close with, and often times a gentle hug or soft touch just isn't enough to get across the energy and emotion or i just NEED something more grounding/comforting cause "yes this gentle hug is comforting my stress a little but i really REALLY need you to crush my soul and being back together with this next hug. Really trash compactor my body so i can feel whole again :) 💪". It's what i grew up with and what some of my friends encouraged/reciprocated (have definitely popped backs when giving each other hugs and once i popped someone's fingers when i was allowed a good squeeze). When soft affections aren't hitting right (and i have permission from my friend) I tend to turn to play bites (at whatever maximum safe pressure is allowed by the person being bitten), headbutts, body slams/shoulder bumps (again, at a maximum safe force that is allowed), and harsh grips/hugs (again, whatever maximum safe force is allowed). It's really a grounding/comforting thing cause it allows me and my friend to destress, release energy, and also kinda reassures us that we're truly physically and emotionally there. It's definitely not something for all my friend circles and i usually turn to my high energy friend circles that have similar needs (and they come to me if they feel the urge as well). A good example is the time Friend A saw me out and about, shouted out my name and charged me full speed from 30 feet away. I tanked the brunt of their full body affectionate tackle and honestly? Was one of the happiest and closest i felt to my friend. Haven't done that in a while cause we got warned not to do that again by personnel lol. We usually try to meet up at parks (cause indoor places understandably don't like when a group of adults start rough housing) though it's hard to rn cause of the heat and stuff

OCs w/ a Rowdy Darling

My OCs x GN Reader

THIS IS LITERALLY AMAZING !! you seem like a really cool person to hang out with ! id definitely let you give me a back popping hug >w< not sure if im strong enough to give you a hug as strong as that though hehe ^^" anyways heres the fic ! (´ ∀ ` *)

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Adrian is literally the same as you. Every shove or punch or rough housing is a sign of affection.

You two probably rough house all the time ngl, and he loves it!

You're his energetic little lover and he's all for it!

You two might have gone to detention for rough housing to hard a few times hehe..

If you bear hug him, he'll try to hug you harder, it's like a competition to him!

Honestly, he sees everything as a competition. You push him playfully? He'll push you harder.. headbutts? You might get a slight headache after he's done..

He might be your boyfriend, but he's still a bit of a bully, but it's all in good fun! He stops if ever he notices you're getting uncomfy.

Not a biter though, but when you do it, he melts like putty!

He loves how strong and rowdy you are and that you're not afraid to express it, it shows how tough and confident you are!

He likes his gentle moments once in a while, but being able to love you in a love language you both share is so special to him <3

"Cmon babe! One more hug! I can take it!"

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Brandon is kind of impressed..

He's one of the best football players in his school and his little darling is biting and shoving and headbutting him, so adorable!

You remind him of a little goat, so excited and happy and lively!

Definitely makes him more protective of you because of how precious you are to him.

If you get to rowdy for his liking, he grabs you and traps you in a bear hug until you calm down or if you give him an even tighter bear hug than the one he's giving you.

Invites you to play a bit of football with him and his team.

But protection is key! He wraps you in all sorts of gear before you play, he knows how high your pain tolerance is but he still wants to keep you safe! and also he likes seeing you wear his helmet

Your body slams are praised not just by him but by his team, it's too cute!

If he catches you being your little rowdy self around anyone else, he'll get jealous fast..

He shoves you affectionately to get your attention.

"Heya baby! How's my little ram doing huh?"

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Valeth just thinks you're copying him in a way and is flattered.

Aweee, little mate is so strong and tough! He's so proud!

Encourages the behavior, as long as you don't hurt yourself!

He's much stronger than you so your affections don't do much, but you bet your ass he's putting his whole soul in pretending to get hurt.

Rough houses with you as if you were a little child play fighting, he loves playing with his little warrior!

If you do get hurt, he's putting all play fighting to a halt! He's checking up on you and making sure you're ok with the softest voice you've ever heard from an orc.

You might be fine but he's not taking no for an answer, you're getting some rest!

Love love loves your bearhugs! He tests your strength and lets you squeeze him as hard as you can!

Biting is met with kisses all over your face, it's what you get for being so cute!

Body slams are more like you latching onto him and trying not to fall off because of how large he is..

"Oh my little duckling can bite! How fierce! You're so strong haha!"

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Bo appreciates how energetic and lively you are, but please no rough housing ;-;

He doesn't want you to get hurt or hurt anyone else, even though you're perfectly capable of regulating how rough you can me, he's just a lil protective is all

He only allows bear hugs and squeezes, anything else is greeted by the time out corner (him trapping you in his arms in the bed until you give up)

"Now now hun, not so rough ok? I don't want you gettin banged up or anythin.."

Ribs is also a feral little man and absolutely loves that you're as rowdy as him!

You two love play fighting and biting affectionately!

He loves your headbutts! he returns them all the time

"Ahahaha! Again again!"

Soda tolerates it, he just appreciates that you're comfortable enough to rough house with him.

He's not the energetic type but he'll give you sleepy kisses and squeeze you back if you bear hug him

Doesn't bite but he likes nibbling on you

He's not as lively as you, but he loves reciprocating your affection!

"You're so strong hehe~"

Screw is scared

He is oddly aroused

He's also hopelessly trying to stop himself from called you sir or daddy or any dominant title because oh my god you are so awesome

He's looking at you with puppy dog eyes asking for your love and attention

PICK HIM UP TOSS HIM AROUND SHOVE HIM BITE HIM PLEASE HE LOVES IT!

Imagine him kicking his legs and rambling about you to the others

"H-hello si- dadd- (Y/N)! Hi (Y/N) heheh.."

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Wolfie loves how rowdy you are! he loves playing!

That's his way of telling you he loves you, but of course he's extra gentle when playing with you, he wouldn't wanna get his mate scratched up!

Loves rolling around and playing around with you, it makes him feel like a pup again!

Doesn't like you biting him though, you might get something icky in your mouth!

Licks you all over if you get hurt or get a little too rough to make you feel better!

Headbutts are rewarded with his big paws bopping you on the head like he's trying to pet you!

If he's tired and you're being your lively little self, he just takes you and sleeps on top of you so you can't escape.

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Dorik actually has a lot of brothers and sisters back in hell and you remind him so much of how they used to play around with him.

As much as he adores cuddling you close and doing gentle and calm things with you, he loves how tough you are!

Yes he moans when you bite him.

Everytime you're affectionate with him, he can't help but kiss you all over, you're just so cute!

Almost cries if you give him bear hugs, this man is touchstarved!!!!

He gives you his own love by wrapping his tail around you or rubbing his face into your clothes, chest, hair, anywhere! He loves how you smell so good everyday!

Shrieks if you body slam him, but somehow he's as solid as a rock, he didn't even stumble..

But he's all over you asking if you're ok.

"Master? My love? My darling are you alright?!"

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Kalva unfortunately doesn't like rough-housing, he's made it a rule that you can only mess around outside the nest!

But he adores your bearhugs and headbutts and bites, they're comforting to him in a way, it shows that you're close to him!

He headbutts you too, it's his way of asking for your love and attention.

For a while it was also how he kissed you since he didn't know how to do it properly yet.

He might indulge in your rough ways sometimes by jumping around and messing up his feathers on purpose, but you should promise to help preen them afterwards!

Nevertheless, he loves you to bits and just wants to keep you safe <3

"My mate is so excited! My mate is happy!"

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Jasper is scared for his life but in a fun way.

He never knows the next time you're gonna bite him or tackle him into a hug, it's like a game for you both.

He gets you back by surprise tickling you, it's pretty effective.

If he expects the biting, he definitely bites you too, kissing the area right after for extra measure.

Don't get me wrong he's absolutely flustered whenever you do it, but he gets used to it after a while.

But no rough-housing with him! He's fragile and might break something.

Legit asks you to crack his back if ever he's having back aches.

"Hey love, my back's a little weird again, can I get another hug~?"

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Viktor is surprised and a little intrigued.

Oh? My darling is so energetic, I love it!

If you ever try anything on him, he chuckles and 'punishes' you with kisses all over your face and cuddles you until you give up.

Your bites kind of freak him out

Like he's supposed to bite people! It's kind of weird having people bite him, it's a bit exciting..

"My my~ Is my little bat misbehaving again~?"

Garrick doesn't tolerate roughness at all.

You might get hurt! What if one of them reciprocates the affection and goes too far? He's not having it!

That is until you do it to him and he absolutely melts at your cuteness.

He goes from strict to 100% on board with your love bops

Refuses to bear hug you, he might break your spine because of how much he loves you!

"Remember to be careful my turtledove! And I love you!"

Silas is all in on your rowdiness, considering he's like that himself.

He's a mischievous little shit and loves play fighting with you.

Loves picking you up and spinning you around, making you hold onto him as you two giggle like young lovers together.

Always does this thing where he cups your face and shakes your head side to side, he says its because you're too cute and your face must be a mask because no one is that perfect!

Gives you gentle and soft kisses after your rough moments because he wants to make sure he didn't hurt you. He feels the need to remind you always how much you mean to him and how happy you make him feel.

"My little owl, so cute, so adorable~ I'll never leave you Darling~"

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Baron tries his best to keep you calm but you're just to fuckin adorable!

He's a cold hard assassin! Why is he smiling over weak little attempts to hurt him?!

Scolds you for rough housing but his heart breaks if you pout or if he hurts your feelings

Immediately says sorry and holds your hand tight to show he still loves you, he just doesn't wanna see you potentially hurt yourself.

If you're rough with anyone else, he's pulling you off and dragging you away whilst holding you in the tightest bear hug, his actions screaming out 'you're mine!'

Of course he denies it all, saying excuses like 'what if they think you wanna pick a fight?'

But you know he's just jealous that you're not giving him that attention.

Still doesn't tolerate bodyslams or bites but bear hugs, headbutts and squeezing his hand are highly appreciated. Highly

"How about we settle down now boss hm~? I'll run you a nice hot bath if you'd like~"

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Caspian is a wimpy little bitch and gets upset if you play fight with him.

He'll start whining for you to stop but like also whine if you stop giving him attention. (little shit)

Lives for your bear hugs! SQUEEZE HIM HARDER PLEASE!!!

Headbutts make him dizzy and otherwise just confused but he appreciates it and thinks you're trying to kiss him.

He'll pull you close and show you what a real kiss is like~

Bite him and he's flustered.

Like about to have a stroke and can't form a complete sentence flustered.

"Ohohoh~ Oh my~ H-how fascinating~!"

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Hallow loves playing! Wait what are you doi-

Gets the message (i think) and starts to play fight with you too, chasing you around the house and wrapping you up in his long arms to tickle you all over!

Pretends to be a scary monster and nuzzles his face into you once he catches you, imitating eating. That's what you get for trying to fight the big spooky Hallow!

Your headbutts and affections make him so happy he starts jingling from how much he's trying to hold back.

He loves roughing you up a bit too, but his little bops aren't so strong since he's made of cotton and love <3 <3 <3

If you're getting a bit too rough, he wraps you up and kisses you softly before letting you go once you calm down.

"You tired from lovin on me all day sweetie~? It's alright, I got a looooootta lovin left for you~!"

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Ashvan is terrified!

On one hand eeeeee so cute! He wants to return your affections so bad!!!

But also you might die???

He's a big guy, and he's aware of his size and strength, so he's pretty wary on how he handles you.

You're like a little porcelain doll to him! He'd be so sad if anything happened to you just because he wanted to express his love to you!

He loves your bops, but giving you a warm smile and a kiss is all he can do really.

He makes up for it in giving you gifts, helping around the infirmary, cuddling you at night, the little things.

He wished he was more gentle so he can do the things you do to him! He so wishes to hug you as hard as he can!

"S-so cute...I-I mean so uhm..strong and fierce haha! So not adorable and precious in every way possible! Yeah.."

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ametrictonofaudacity · 1 year

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yandere platonic supes I am BEGGIBG, there’s not enough yandere platonic Superman I am starved for content, blease

Yes absolutely!!! I am also starved for Yan platonic Superman, so we would get along well!!

Shout out to @blughxreader and @anxiousnerdwritings for so much of my inspiration, and if you like yandere dc works, you should check them out!!

Yandere Platonic Superman x GN! Reader

Warning: This is a yandere work, and as such, has themes of obsession and captivity! Because this is Superman, it’s a much milder work than usual!

“Hey! How was your day?” Warm, almost inhumanly hot, arms, wrap you up into a tight hug, and you blink in shock. You hadn’t even heard him get home, much less approach, and although it makes your heart race, you feel your nerves begin to settle.

“Good! I got to work on the garden I’ve been wanting to start.” You motion to the freshly filled earth, the hard dirt clods having been broken up. “Still have to mix the gardening soil in, and the fertilizer.”

“You did really good! I think we should head inside though, you’re starting to look a little parched.” You sigh, but nod, brushing the sweaty hair out of your face. Mr. Kent beams, stepping back from the hug, ruffling your hair gently. You try to ignore the way your heart leaps into your throat, or his concerned glance.

“So what about you? How’d your day go?” You mumble, trekking up to the tiny farm house in the distance. Mr.Kent keeps pace easily, the wind tugging gently on his red cape.

“It was good! There wasn’t much for me to do today, although one of the supports on the Golden Gate Bridge gave out. Me and few other heroes got that sorted fairly quickly, and no one got hurt.” You knew, logically, that he accomplished more in one day than teams upon teams of first responders could ever manage in a week, but being confronted with the knowledge caused a strange sort of dissonance. He had always just been Mr. Kent. Nice, a bit clumsy, willing to help you and your folks when you needed it. Always wearing a button up or sometimes a flannel when he visited, with the strange sort of softness to his accent that you knew happened when someone moved to the city. You hadn’t known him well, but had been close enough to invite him for Thanksgiving when you had heard he wasn’t spending it with his family.

Maybe that was your mistake. Maybe you wouldn’t be here, on a plot of land in the middle of nowhere, if you had just let him stay lonely.

You blink when you realize the farmhouse is much closer.

“I’ll get changed and make us some dinner, okay?” A hand smooths over your hair, and you smile. If he was cooking dinner, that meant you had time to shower, and get the dirt and grime off you.

“Okay.” You murmur, and he beams, the screen door closing behind the both of you. “I’m not allowed to use the stove anyways.” You mutter after him. You know he hears you, but he doesn’t respond, the door to his room closing behind him.

You take your time showering, and changing into the soft, clean pajamas that he had bought you so long ago they were beginning to wear, and gray at the cuffs. He would wait for you to eat, you knew, and he never pestered you unless he was worried about your safety. Which was pretty often, admittedly, but he had been getting better about not constantly fretting.

“Hey, kiddo! I made your favorite.” He grins, and the smell of warm food drifts up, making your stomach growl hungrily. He presses the plate into your hands. “Figured we could do something special, since today’s such a special day.”

You frown, tilting your head, even as you tried to remember. There weren’t any calendars in the house, and the only passing of time you were aware of most times was the rising of the sun.

“It is?” You question, taking a bite of your food. It melts on your tongue, and you glance at the rest of the house, frowning.

Your stomach drops when you realize. There’s four perfectly wrapped presents on the small coffee table in front of the couch, and a cake from your favorite bakery. There’s also a pie, which you know was made by Ma Kent.

You look back. Mr. Kent looks almost sad, and when he speaks, his voice is gentle, sympathetic.

“It’s your birthday, kiddo. I was thinking, since you’ve been so good lately, we could do something special.”

“Like what?” Your voice cracks, but he doesn’t say anything. You don’t know if your grateful or not.

“Well, I know you’ve been working really hard in that garden of yours. And since you’ve been so good lately, I was thinking we could go to visit a greenhouse! Spend a couple days out and about, so you can get out of the farmhouse every once and while.”

You stare. You hadn’t been allowed off the property in.. months. Five, nearly six. The prospect was exhilarating. And terrifying.

“Really?! When are we going?” You try not to sound to excited, but you must fail, because he chuckles.

“Easy there, slow your roll. We’ll be going at the end of the week. Now, finish your food so we can open presents, yeah?”

The food is tasteless after that. It’s good, sure, but that pales in comparison to how your heart hammers with adrenaline and excitement. You were finally, finally getting off the property! And if you couldn’t escape then, you could escape later, and maybe even go home.

Soon, you’re both finished eating, and he herds you to the couch, pulling out a camera from its case. It’s an expensive digital one, the one you know he used for work.

“You know you can just use your phone camera, right?” You point out, and he chuckles.

“Call me old fashioned. Let me get it set up, and then cake and presents.” It takes him less than a minute to set it up, the motions experienced and practiced. “You ready?”

You nod. He lights the candles on the small bakery cake.

It’s the strangest birthday you’ve ever had. Mr. Kent is the only one singing the birthday song, and you’ve always had a large family with a lot of siblings. When you blow out the candles, he doesn’t let you eat the frosting off them, instead plucking them off and setting them on a ceramic plate.

Your presents are odd, too. You were used to useless, impartial presents. This wasn’t that. He had gotten you the dvd copy of your favorite TV series, a set of hardback books, a new outfit, and a telescope, all neatly wrapped in blue wrapping paper.

“The outfit is for when we go out.” He explains, watching as you unfold the blue button up. “We’re going to be visiting Lois, so I figured you would want to look nice.”

Your heart skitters in your chest, unsure. You hadn’t met Ms. Lane yet, he had always insisted you weren’t ready, but now not only were you leaving the property but you would also be meeting his wife.

“I do. Thank you.” You finally murmur, and he wraps you up into another hug, holding you a moment longer than he usually did.

“Of course. Why don’t you try some of your cake and I’ll clean this up, yeah?”

You watch as he cleans up, nibbling on the sweet treat, and when he is finally done, he sets aside all of your presents, putting in the dvd. You shift on the couch, used to this old routine, and when he sits on the couch, curl up next to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and bury his nose in your hair with a smile.

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Read Your Mind | Lee Hyunjae

SUMMARY: both you and Hyunjae had a mutual agreement to begin this whole friends-with-benefits relationship from the start, but now his contradicting actions and behaviour make you question what you both truly are at this point.

PAIRING: fwb Hyunjae x f!reader

GENRE: angst, suggestive

WARNINGS: kissing, making-out, arguments, unrequited love (like the first ⅔ of the fic, but there's a happy ending folks 🥹), mentions of s*x

WORD COUNT: 3,661

A/N: i've been jamming to sabrina carpenter's read your mind lately, hence this fic was born! special shout-out to my fellow sabrina enthusiast @heemingyu for hyping me up throughout the process & reading it through for me as well 😭🫶🏻

update!! this is now part of emails i can't send fwd: series (collab with @heemingyu) ✨

You slammed your laptop down shut as soon as you saw that the clock on the wall struck at half-two. Not wasting any time, you quickly packed all your belongings into your backpack and left the lecture hall immediately.

Oh, how you’ve always dreaded long lectures like today, which lasted for approximately three hours since your lecturer insisted on finishing up the modulus before letting you off for the long weekend ahead.

As you made your way out of the hall, you were immediately joined by your group of friends, who were quickly catching up with you, telling you how there’s this new Korean BBQ restaurant in town and how you guys must try it since there’s a limited promotion going on there. It was a Friday night—of course, you had to agree.

That was until your phone from your back pocket buzzed.

You took out your mobile and quickly scanned through the notification that just popped up on your screen.

🎁: Hey, meet me at my place tonight at 8pm? The usual.

A long exasperated sigh left your lips as soon as you saw that message since you knew what it exactly meant.

And how you have been doing it constantly for the past 6 months without anyone besides you two knowing about this whole deal.

Your friends clearly noticed how quickly your facial expressions shifted and began asking if something was the matter. As usual, you brushed them off and told them how your family issues had come up again and that you wouldn’t be able to join them for the night.

Using your usual pouting facial expression to convince your friends that you’ll definitely make it for the next one, you hope that it will indirectly tell them how you feel sorry about it and stop making them pressure you with more questions.

Waving them goodbye, you turn your heel in the opposite direction, making your way to the destination that your so-called friend has been expecting you to be.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath before you eventually mustered up the courage to head to where you had to be.

Here we go again.

You were now on his lap, straddling his waist while his grip tightened around you. Both of you were having a steamy makeout session, lips exploring each other’s like there was no tomorrow, while both of your hands began touching one another, which increased the arousal that you both were feeling at that moment.

Finally, after a while, he gives you a little moment to have a breather while he travels down to your neck and begins leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to your collarbone. Once he got there, he began sucking it a little too hard, one that you knew would definitely leave a hickey behind, and you’ll definitely need to use your handy-dandy concealer to cover them up the next day.

His hands begin travelling up to your chest, where he begins squeezing one of your breasts, which is where he gets an elicit moan in return, turning him on for the next move he is about to pull.

“Can I… take your clothes off, Y/N?”

“Go ahead, Jae.”

The next thing that happened was that both of your clothes were scattered throughout the floor, and you were now lying in bed with Hyunjae hovering over you. Both of your lips are now reconnected, tongues intertwining with one another, leaving no room for a breather.

Just as you thought things would get a little spicier, the male suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“No.”

“Hyunjae? Is everything alright?”

“No. I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t do this anymore.”

Hyunjae then gets up and sits on the bed, and you follow by sitting up next to him. Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, you looked at him with the look of concern and sincerity in your eyes.

“Care to share about what’s going through your mind?”

Hyunjae sighed deeply before furrowing his eyebrows as he stared off into the ceiling. “I’m not sure, Y/N. I know we both agreed on this from the start. But lately, I just don’t feel like this was the same as before.”

It was true. You both began this whole friends-with-benefits situation because Hyunjae had recently broken off with his ex, and he was feeling slightly lonely. Both of you were only coursemates and nothing else. Eventually, you both got close with one another when you were assigned to be lab partners in one of the subjects within the course.

You noticed how Hyunjae wasn’t as goofy and bright as he was previously, and you decided to check up on him and asked if anything was the matter and if you could at least extend a helping hand to him. Initially, he was reluctant to tell you the truth. After a period of time, he made the deal and spat out what had been bothering him for so long.

Making it clear that he was heartbroken and needed a company, you somehow convinced him that you could do that if he desperately needed them. Though both of you had made it clear to one another that he would not envision you as his ex whenever you did the deed, he merely needed company to satisfy his sexual desires. Adding to the fact that neither of you would fall for each other. You were more than happy to do that so long as you both did not break each other’s boundaries.

Things started out fine in the beginning, and he started to feel better and presentable at lectures, which made it seem like everything was working out fine. In return, you got to expand your knowledge on romance since you have never had a partner in the past 22 years of your life. In other words, it was kind of a win-win situation for both parties.

However, you have begun to notice how things have changed from all of your recent makeouts with the male himself. There was this awkward tension in the air, contradicting what you both had agreed on beforehand. There are multiple times—like tonight when Hyunjae suddenly breaks off the kiss and tells you both how you guys are done for the day.

Something was bothering him, and neither of you knew what it was all about because the male himself did not understand his emotions.

Every time this happened, he felt guilty about it and constantly apologised for everything that had happened.

But tonight, something was different.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But I think I really need some time alone to myself.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll just go to bed-”

“I’ll walk you home, at least.”

Oh.

This was the first time Hyunjae asked you to give him space. Usually—even during the recent not-so-good makeout sessions, he would always insist that you stay for the night, reassuring you that his flat is way safer than going back home with the dimly lit streets at night.

But this? It was something you had least expected to happen, though you didn’t question the male as you could tell it wasn’t the right timing to do so.

Instead, you just nodded and quickly packed away your stuff before the both of you were ready to head out towards the front door.

The entire walk back to your flat didn’t take that long—it was about a five minute walk, to be exact. But what made this whole short-distance road feel like an eternity was how neither of you spoke a word throughout the whole journey. You could tell Hyunjae wasn’t in his right mind, his face was pale. Hence, you decided to just wrap your arms around yourself and walked close by next to him, respecting the peace and silence for now.

As you reached your flat, Hyunjae didn’t say much and rather just muttered a simple “goodnight” before he smiled weakly and turned his heel back towards the direction of his residence.

Whatever happened tonight, you knew that something had changed between the both of your relationships.

This went on for an entire week. Ever since that fateful day, you’ve noticed how Hyunjae slowly returned to his previous self, where he always seemed so lonely and gloomy. He was quiet for a few days, but the usual message came in, and you find yourself back at his flat two days later.

However, it ended up the same way as it did, pausing suddenly when you both got down to the climax and decided to call it quits before walking back home once again.

The cycle then continued. He would tell you that he needed to be alone and work on his thoughts for some time before eventually typing down the usual that would keep you busy and occupied with him throughout the night. You would return to him every time, knowing how you’d be left feeling confused and unsatisfied with the entire ordeal.

Yet, your heart yearns for the man, and you’re always hoping that you’ll at least be able to ease his pain and loneliness, even in the slightest bit.

But tonight is when you decided that enough was enough and would confront him about it. What exactly was bothering him? Or rather, if he was actually getting bored of your company.

You needed to know.

“Hyunjae, I’m here to talk.”

When you replied to the male with your usual messages, being the gentleman he was, Hyunjae welcomed you immediately at the front door when you arrived. The usual deal would be that the two of you would get straight down to business without having much say, to begin with. Tonight was when you decided that this would not work out, and you both have to come to terms with one another before things go straight downhill.

He looked at you with a surprised look, where you could tell that he was definitely taken aback since you were usually the quiet one and would let the male take control of everything. A deep sigh left his mouth, and he invited you into his living room, where you both sat on the couch, distancing ever so slightly from one another.

You hesitated for a moment before you decided that it was the right time to put together the right words to ask the male what exactly had been going through his mind for the past weeks.

“What exactly am I to you at this point?”

It seemed as if the male knew that the day would come when he would eventually have to face the question he had been avoiding for so long. In the beginning, he has always seen you as a good friend who would understand his point of view of where he was coming from and how he deeply appreciated the help you were willing to give him.

But lately, he has been having second thoughts and has begun questioning himself about what he truly felt about you.

Are the both of you still in this whole friends-with-benefits situation? Or even, are you both still good friends at this point?

It took a minute or two for the male to speak up finally, and what he replied was something that had never once crossed your mind.

“I fear that I might be crossing the line, Y/N.”

“And why is that?”

“Honestly, I don’t even know myself.”

This uncertainty back and forth has really started to get on your nerves, and the fact that you came here tonight to clear the air proved nothing at all. Hyunjae wasn’t sure of his emotions, yet you were desperate to know his point of view.

Frustrated, you stood up from the couch and raised your voice slightly, facing the male to express your frustrations throughout the past week.

“Hyunjae, you keep telling me that you always needed some time alone, and yet you always want me back by the end of the day. If we’re not going to do this like how we have intentionally started with, then we’re both just wasting all of our time, really.”

“Y/N, I thought that we could just be casual about all of this-”

“Casual?” You scoffed. “You never were my best friend to begin with. We are just lab partners, and I was merely concerned about your well-being, so I decided to help out a little.”

“And because I love you.” You choked.

Hyunjae’s eyes widened upon that statement, and he was about to refute it until you managed to fire back again.

“Have you perhaps fallen in love with me?”

Hyunjae? In love with you? That can’t be. Both of you agreed upon the rules at the start that all of this was merely helping one another out, and there was no room for falling in love with the other party at all.

You knew that you had already broken the rule from the start, but it didn’t matter to you as long as you were aware that Hyunjae was getting all of the necessary help and support he needed. But with what Hyunjae has been going through lately, he knew that it was why he had begun to see you differently and how he could not touch and feel you like before.

The question was if he was ready to move on from his ex. With your help, he should have gotten over it and begun to take things a lot easier, right?

If only your theory were right.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

That was enough to tell you that all of the efforts that you have put in over the past few months have gone down the drain that easily.

You were getting teary-eyed, and you began stomping towards the front door, wanting to escape this suffocating environment that you were in.

With one final sigh, you fired back at the male once more. “Why the fuss, Hyunjae? If you just say you wanna be mine?”

Just as quickly as you opened the door, you were instantly gone. Tears begin pooling down your face as you take that long, dark, dimly light road back to the comforts of your flat.

Is it that hard to just admit you have feelings for me, Hyunjae?

Back at Hyunjae’s flat—he was standing there still, fingers running through his hair in a frustrated manner as he took his phone and dialled the only number he knew who could knock in some sense of mind at this hour.

“Sangyeon-hyung, I messed up real bad.”

You have never felt so dead over the next few weeks ever since that incident at Hyunjae’s flat. Neither of you has spoken a word to one another or even come close to having eye contact at all.

It was tough when you were both assigned lab partners for your chemistry subject and had to talk to your advisor to have your partner physically changed for the rest of the year. It was tough coming up with plausible reasons as to why you wanted him to be switched out with someone else—but ultimately, your request was approved. You were now paired with one of the girls from the class with whom you were not too familiar with, but that was fine by you so long as it wasn’t him.

Obviously, your efforts did not go unnoticed, and the male eventually tried his best to reach out to you again. But every time you managed to get a slight glimpse of him walking your way, you have always done your best to keep yourself occupied or even walk away to avoid starting up a conversation with him.

You even tried blocking him off of all of your social media and on your contacts list—he was already swarming you with calls or messages, trying to just talk to you or even apologise for what happened. But honestly, you were just not ready to hear whatever he would say to you, especially when you fell for the man before you started this whole friends-with-benefits relationship.

I have been such a fool to think he would eventually love me back.

It was a quiet afternoon when you decided to spend the rest of the day finishing your assignments before the final exams were due in about a week. The library has always been your comfort place to be on campus. Not only can you take a little breather from all the chaos on campus, but you also could take a little nap in between, especially during times like this when you’ve always pulled an all-nighter and your sleep schedule was all messed up.

Standing up from your seat, you decided to walk down towards one of the halls to get some textbooks that would be helpful as your source of references for the current report you were typing on your computer.

The peace wouldn’t last long, though, as you felt a presence behind you that you had avoided for the past month. The cologne was what gave his identity away, you would’ve recognised it immediately without a doubt because you used to spend the nights with him all the time.

You tried your best to ignore the male, constantly trying to fidget through the shelves until you finally grabbed enough materials to return to your table.

That was until he decided to grab hold of your arm, and now you were left with no escape and choice but to come face-to-face with the person you have been avoiding at all cost.

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. But please, at least, hear me out for a few minutes.”

Taking in a deep sigh, you laid your head down and looked at your books before muttering to the male.

“Five minutes.”

He then lets go of your arms and straightens his back as he clears his throat to finally muster up the courage to tell you what has been trying his best to tell you over the missed calls and messages.

“First of all, I’m an idiot. I messed up so bad, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t have done nor said what I did back then-”

“Cut to the chase, Hyunjae. I have no time to waste.”

“Listen. I haven’t been able to look at you the same nor touch you the way I did before because… I am starting to care a lot about you, Y/N. I’m not talking this from a friends-with-benefits stance, but rather as a friend.”

You scoffed. “So this is what it’s all about? Coming here to apologise and tell me you have changed? I have to laugh if that’s what it is, Hyunjae. Look, if you are sneaking up on me just to tell me that you need me back to do whatever shit that we used to do, then I’m sorry, but I’m done with that phase.”

He now grips both of your shoulders, trying to knock some sense into you. “No, Y/N. I’m not seeking a sexual relationship with you anymore. I’ve been a jerk not to notice how, during this whole time, I have begun to care a lot about you because you mean more to me as a friend.”

“And because I have fallen in love with you, Y/N.”

No.

No way, it can’t be. Hyunjae has made it clear how he only needed company back then, and he was nowhere near or wanting to begin a new relationship after how messed up his and his ex’s one was. You’ve got to be hearing things, maybe your lack of sleep lately was the key to this.

“You don’t, Hyunjae. You don’t love me. I was just merely a company for you.”

“That was before, Y/N. But not anymore.”

He now takes a step closer to you as he pins you against the bookshelf.

“And I’m going to make myself clear, miss Y/N. I can now confidently say that I am ready to start anew and begin this new chapter with you. The old Lee Hyunjae that you have known is now gone, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you as your boyfriend.”

Tears began forming in your eyes, and you had to try so hard to fight back the tears and respond to the male.

“I can’t read your mind, Hyunjae. One day, you told me you needed space and to be alone, and the next thing that happened, you came back to me saying you wanted me back. I do not enjoy this joke in the slightest bit, Hyunjae.”

He notices how your tears are on the verge of streaming down the beautiful face he has longed to yearn for over the past month, and he now closes the gap between you two, lips now brushing against one another.

“Then let me prove it to you.”

He shuts you up by placing his soft, gentle lips against yours, and with that, the tears that you have held back for so long begin pouring down like there’s no tomorrow.

He rests one of his hands around your waist while the other seemingly rests on your right cheek, slowly catching each drop of tears as he wipes them away.

Oh, how badly you have missed this—the familiar sensation, his cologne, presence, and the soft, luscious lips against yours.

Both of you were kissing one another as if it was just like the first time you both had done it—tongues were now intertwined, and neither of you were planning to let go anytime soon.

“Hyunjae—God—Don’t—Stop.” You said in between the kisses as you tried your best to catch your breath.

“Never planned to do so, Y/N.”

As he breaks off the kiss and travels down to your neck to nibble and leave a trail of kisses behind, he whispers into your ear before continuing the deed.

“You may have fallen for me first, but I have fallen for you harder.”

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iftheshoef1tz · 4 months

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I Come With Knives

Azris, 13k words, rated E.

A party on the continent, hosted by one of Koschei’s lackeys, goes awry. Nearly magicless, Azriel and Eris must survive on the continent together or die trying. Inspired by The Nutcracker, with a helping of Polish folk tales.

I’m so pleased to finally post this for my sweet friend, @krem-does-stuff!! I was so excited to get you for this year’s @acotargiftexchange, and I hope you enjoy it! Your theories about what my TikToks could mean had me rolling with laughter, because you were rather wrong, haha. I have so many more rat/Nutcracker-related TikToks to send you, and hopefully they’ll make (slightly) more sense once you’ve read this. I tried to incorporate all the desserts you gave me (raspberries are very important in this), and I tried to write Eris in a way that was new to me but still believable and delightfully mean.

Special thanks to @witch-and-her-witcher, @queercontrarian, and @yanny-77 for their beta skills; to Cee and Emma again for saying “send the TikTok” and holding my hand through the usual self-doubt; @pippsmcgee for shaking this fic until nearly all the present continuous fell out of it; @velidewrites for helping me translate a few things into Polish; @damedechance for helping me find something dirty to say; and, ofc, Dylan O’Brien. You know why.

Read on ao3.

Azriel stares out at the crowd, at the finery draped over every inch of this infernal castle, and he can almost pretend nothing is wrong. His leathers – he had refused to wear something more formal – creak as he shifts his weight, though it’s eaten up by the merry shouting of the crowd.

This invitation had come, bristling with glitter and tied with a ribbon, from one of the lesser noble houses of a small duchy close to the border with Rask. The duke and duchess were newly appointed and quite young, only in their eighties. Let bygones between continent and island be bygones, the invitation had crowed.

It stunk of a trap, and Azriel had come because there was no one else who could.

Rhys had Feyre, Nyx, and a death bargain no one could undo. They couldn’t spare Cassian, never mind that Nesta wasn’t ever letting Cassian out of her sight again. Mor and Lucien never figured into the equation, Lucien because he wasn’t stupid, and Mor because she wasn’t authorized by the Queen of Vallahan to go anywhere else on the continent.

It’s Amarantha all over again. None of the original players are here, of course; none of them would be so stupid. But apparently not smart enough to stay out entirely.

#secret santa 2023 #azris #eris vanserra #acotar #azriel #fanfiction #azris intensifies

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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I love the idea of delivery driver reader!

What if C.C order some food from dd! readers family owned restaurant and dd! reader comes and deliver it

Or if C.C. order something spicy~ online and the reader comew and deliver it to them

Love you always - 🐀 anon

"Delivery!"

Your voice echos through the empty hall. A little louder than necessary, but that came with the benefit of no repercussions for shouting. The entire floor was reserved for zone apartment. The same you found yourself at many a night at the end of your shift. You lift your arm to knock, the wood swept from beneath your knuckles as you go in. Unbeknownst to you, the customer had been gunning to the door from the second you stepped off the elevator, detoured by minor obstacles such as last minute preparation and knocking over a lamp.

To be honest, you knew there was a high likelihood of this outcome - but its always best to be formal.

The door opens.

"Ah- Y/n.. What a pleasant surprise! Wasn't expecting you so soon."

The lilac haired male leans against the door frame, the shoulder of his attire pealing off his arm. The robe was of a similar shade to his locks, frilled around the collar and open mouthed sleeves. It stopped mid-thigh, length shortened as he props one leg against the other. The tank top he wore underneath was a deep red, strap following its companion down his skin. The incubus offers you a smile, twirling a strand of hair around his finger as his eyes wonder downwards. Your uniform was tacky as all hell, but fit nicely on your frame.

"Well this is.. embarrassing." He fibs. "Had I known you'd be here sooner, I would've changed earlier."

"It's all good, C.C. Better than the folks who show up to the door naked." His grin falls at the comment. Truthfully, you had no issues with his outfit. He's worn similar things after the third night you delivered his food. It's nice that he's comfortable around you - you suppose. By now, you're a bit more than acquaintances given you're on a first name base and you've exchanged numbers. It was obviously for work reasons, but you've received a stray message every now and again.

You retrieve the pizza box from your bag. "Anyway, got your usual. One cheese pizza, with an added bonus."

C.C fights down a squeal as you open the box. There on the top cover was a drawing of a rose as per his request. You think you've improved greatly since the first time he asked you to do so, especially if his reaction is any indicator. With all the hearts and other vaguely romantic pieces you've done, you wonder if he's got somebody special.

He claps his hands together. "It's beautiful, babe! But - it's missing something. You got a pen on you, right?"

"Yea?" You pull the writing tool from your pocket.

"Great! Can you please sign it?"

You chortle. "You serious?"

"Definitely! Want something to look back to when your art career pops off."

"Alright." You shut the box and sign your name on the cover. You pass it over to C.C, who looks at it fondly as he hesitantly sets it on the nearby table. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a few bills, holding it out to you between his index and middle finger. It all was your tip, considering he paid online. He glances away as your fingers make brief contact with his, rubbing at his eyes with his spare hand.

"You good?"

"Yea... Just, something in my eye." He continues to jab his palm into his sockets until the glow of his eyes no longer reflects against his bracelets. This has happened before, but it somehow feels worse now. Getting worked up over a small touch like a pathetic little virgin was humiliating, but there was barely a better response when this is your first time understanding the concept of love in thousands of years. From first contact, that spark was there, but hadn't realized why till he saw you more frequently.

"Ok... well I hope you enjoy!."

C.C straights up as you shove the money into your pocket. It was time for the worst time of the night. You leaving. He brushes that anxiety away with yet another smile, planning to lay on the charm thick before your departure. If not tonight, one of these days he would get you inside his home - where you could never leave again.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mhm?"

C.C leans his arm against the doorway, staring at you through lidded eyes as he covers his face with his robes. "My... date actually cancelled on me tonight. I'd hate for all this food to go to waste. Would you like to join me?"

He chews on his glossy lips as he waits. C.C hates how your face scrunches in uncertainty. If he simply used his influence, he could have you in his bed at this very moment, but he didn't want to for whatever reason. True love was his goal, if such a thing existed. He doubted it'd work well on you anyway considering the tainted purity of his love.

Your apologetic laughter breaks his heart.

"I'd love to, but we actually got one more call before the store closed and I have to go delivery it."

"Oh.." Tears stab at his eyes, but before they can full form - you continue to speak.

"Maybe I can swing by once I'm done. My second stop is not too far from here honestly."

C.C's mood flips like a switch. "You better! Or I'll take my business elsewhere."

"I doubt that. See you later, C.C."

You head off with a mutual wave. Once shut, C.C crumbles against the door. He hates it - this warmth in his chest. It spreads through every inch of his body and leaves him fuller than any meal could compare to. It's gone the second he hears the elevator door opens, and he's left craving for more as a cold, empty shell on the floor. He soon steadies himself, grabbing the pizza box from the table. He traces your letters on the cardboard, almost as good as he's gotten with a pen. A base comfort he has is mirroring your handwriting and writing letters to himself at night, but the ones that settle his fears most of all -

are the letters he writes to your family in the unfortunate case of you running away.

#C.C my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #Delivery driver y/n #yandere demon x reader #yandere incubus #yandere drabble #yandere teratophilia

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sailtomarina · 8 months

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His and Her Familiars

Hermione never regretted choosing Crookshanks as her familiar, but she had always looked forward to mornings when a cacophony of beating wings would preclude the owls’ arrival. Their trajectories aimed true, heading straight towards the recipients of letters, parcels, and newspapers, and all somehow without crashing into one another. They came in a variety of colors and sizes, their looks as different as they were delightful.

Hedwig was always a favorite, with her snowy white plumage and gentle demeanor. She never pecked at Hermione when she reached out to stroke a finger down her puffed chest. Sometimes she shut her eyes as if luxuriating in the attention. At other times, she’d warble quietly, almost like she was thanking Hermione.

There was another owl who caught her eye, and that she couldn’t help but track every time she passed by, which, given her owner’s popularity, happened nearly every day. It wasn’t until several years later, long after they’d graduated and moved on to their adult lives, that Hermione learned the eagle owl’s name: Aquila, a name with an origin as noble as every one of her chosen family’s members.

Regality adorned her wingspan and gradient of dark brown, amber, and cream feathers. Even from across the Great Hall, Hermione smiled at the sight of the owl’s distinct ear tufts swiveling as Draco Malfoy cooed and plied her with treats. When the day came where Hermione could finally reach out and touch her for the first time, tawny eyes held her in a steadfast stare that warned her against sudden movements. Draco assured her of her gentility, but Hermione knew better.

She was like Crookshanks. She read people. You either passed, or you didn’t.

It was Aquila who alerted Hermione to the return of her familiar, thought long lost after the war. Nobody had seen Crookshanks for years, not since Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Rather than enter through the library window as she usually did, which always remained open after Hermione woke up and wrote in the quiet hours of the morning, Aquila chose instead to peck outside the kitchen door. The incessant tapping continued uninterrupted until Draco stumbled from bed, only to call out shortly after for Hermione’s attention.

Curled up on the back step as if taking a morning doze in the early sunlight laid Crookshanks. He ignored Aquila despite the noise and Draco through his shouts. It wasn’t until Hermione rounded the kitchen island and stopped short of the doorway that he finally lifted his face, as squashed as ever, to mewl in the voice she knew intimately to demand food, and lots of it.

As Hermione sobbed and Draco consoled her, Aquila and Crookshanks shared a look that went unnoticed by their owners. In all the ages that wizarding folk and creatures have bonded with one another, the gift of speech between species has always been elusive. There are exceptions of course, legends that speak of a special witch or wizard with the ability to speak with magical beasts, but none present here exhibit such abilities. The lack thereof doesn’t lessen their familiar’s connections to them. One might argue that it strengthens other modes in which the body can communicate.

The combined swish of feathers and fur alerted the humans to movement, and they turned as one to gape at their familiars settling in like it was only natural, like this was a day like any other.

Perhaps it was. As far as Hermione saw it, Aquila had delivered Crookshanks back to her and all was finally right in their home.

WC 593

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 2 - Bonds, September 9 - Creature Bonds

Cross-posted on AO3

Aquila, named for the constellation which was itself named after Zeus’ eagle and carrier of his thunderbolts

#dramione month #dramionemonth #dramione #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #crookshanks

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evilcowgirl · 1 year

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Scraped Knees

pairing: charles x reader

a/n: hiii first post ever !! noticed the lack of charles fics and decided to take matters into my own hands. super grateful for any form of support/feedback xoxxo

warnings: nsfw (f!reader), minor violence

word count: 4k

summary: charles comforts you after you take a fall during a train robbery , during this your feelings for each other come to light. ( poc friendly & no use of"y/n" )

ao3: ♡scraped knees♡

The heist Dutch’s plan, as usual you had come to learn. A train full of rich folk on their way to Victory Street Station in St. Denis. This was the first time since you’d joined the gang that Dutch had personally requested you join them and you were in no position to decline with how little you’d done so far. You always tried to make yourself useful but it never felt like enough for how gracious they all had been to take you in.

You'd been tasked with blending in with the passengers and helping the gang get in swiftly when it was time, which you did remarkably well for a relatively new “outlaw.” Unfortunately, the only way to do this was to change your look completely. Swapping your usual breathable linen skirt for a flirtatious dress composed of numerous layers of fabric and frills had been purchased for you to wear for this special occasion. You felt a bit confined by all of the layers since you weren't used to being dressed all high class-like.

Your makeup had been done by Molly who proudly assured you that every man on the train would be unable to stop staring with how beautiful you looked, to which you meekly reminded her that that was the opposite of the effect you were going for. She had taken a strange liking to you, finding solace in another out of place woman at the camp. At times you felt a bit like her one lonely doll. She liked to talk with you about girl things and complain about Dutch more than anything else. She was completely smitten by the man, not that you understood why. She didn't really have any friends outside of you and Dutch —when he was willing to pay her any mind— and for that you pitted her. You hoped that one day she would come to her senses and realize her worth, but that didn't seem too likely. You felt a bit embarrassed at her praise after she was done fixing you up for the mission. Still you did catch a few extra glances at yourself whenever you passed a mirror.

Thankfully from the moment you boarded everything seemed to be going smoothly. This was a relief for you since you'd only been running with the gang for about a month now. You still had something to prove. For the most part, you were left alone as you waited. The occasional smile or wink from a gentleman had you blushing a bit, but no one seemed to suspect that they had a criminal waiting to sabotage their trip on board with them.

The moment you heard the brash shout from Dutch outside of the train instructing the gang to hop on paired with the stomps of several horses close by you felt like you were moving without your own consent, automatically doing what you were told before by Dutch without thinking twice. You immediately stood up turning to face the visibly unsettled passengers and pulled the two revolvers tucked under your skirt. With each pointed towards the two isles you waited to hear Dutch’s word before you made your next move.

“No one move or try anything stupid and you’ll all be okay.” You said in the most confident voice you could muster. You heard the rest of your gang boarding behind you and you felt a bit more comforted by their presence. You were quick with a gun, there was no doubt in that but you were still intimidated by how outnumbered you were. As you stood your ground no one looked to be interested in starting any trouble and for a second you started to feel a little bit proud of yourself for holding your own.

That feeling washed away the moment you heard Charles' voice, calm and low as always, “Watch the hand,” he said to a man a few rows down. “You heard the lady.”

You turned your attention towards the man, cocking the hammer of your revolver before even realizing his hand frozen in its position reaching into his tote sitting next to him. A feeling of thankfulness came over you as you felt Charles brush up against you, letting you know that he was there. Since you joined Charles had taken you under his wing, helping you navigate your new life without ever making you feel completely useless. His mere presence was a cause for relief since you’d become so dependent on him.

“Thank you.” you whispered sincerely.

Before he could answer Dutch was instructing you to “walk,” and you did just as you were told, pointing your weapon at each civilian you passed with an unwavering stare to make sure they new not to try anything as Micha followed close behind you demanding whatever valuables each person had to be handed over.

You did this for a few of the carriages that held people, you aiming and Micha making threats that had even you on edge. You heard gunshots coming from all areas of the train as Arthur, John and Charles picked off any of the guards who were brave enough to go against them. As you continued you passed still-bleeding bodies of guards with their guns still in their hands. The sight made you still for a moment, not used to seeing so much gore like this upclose. You felt your stomach turn at the sticky feeling of blood and brain matter under your heeled feet. It was jarring to say the least and you wished that someone had prepared you for it. You were warned by Dutch specifically that there would be death, but you’d grown accustomed to him and his dramatics over the past few weeks. It wasn’t the death that bothered you, you’d seen death before, but being in it was a whole ‘nother story.

Before you could get too deep into your head you felt the nudge of cold metal against your back shoving you forward a bit and leaving your spine sore.

“We ain’t got time for no daydreaming, girl.” Micha gruffs at you. Even with the short amount of time you’ve been running with the Van Der Linde gang you were well versed in detecting assholes and Micha definitely fit that description to a T. When being ordered to work together you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes out of respect for Dutch. Being alone with him made you feel cold and unsafe.

When you were done you both waited at the very first cart connected to the locomotive. You both looked out for the law and any guards that were still alive. If all was going to plan, the conductor was being held hostage by Arthur to get the train slowing down and since it was you assumed everything was moving along well. Still, you began to feel a bit uneasy after a few minutes without seeing any of the boys bursting through the carriage door with the money they’d collected. You glanced over to the blonde man next to you only to see him with a proud smirk. You weren't sure to be comforted or even more worried by that. Thankfully not too soon after John and Charles were approaching with Dutch not too far behind, John swinging the carriage door open hard enough to make you flinch at the sound.

“Thank you kindly for your cooperation ladies and gentlemen, but i'm afraid me and my friends must be leaving!” He said in that disconcerting tone of his leaving the passengers just as fearful as they were before. You almost laughed at the pale faces of the rich passengers, how violated they looked even before being robbed. It had to be the most excitement most of them have and will ever have seen.

Just then the door to the conductor's area was pushed open revealing Arthur with his gun drawn.

“Yeah, well we better get moving. He’ll be stoppin’ at the nearest station and that ain't far from here.”

Everyone looked to Dutch who simply nodded and thrusted his hand in the direction of the quickly moving ground below you all, “Well let's go then!”

Your mouth fell open looking to anyone for an explanation better than the one you were thinking of.

“He wants us to jump?” You asked nobody in particular.

“There's nothing to be afraid of.” Charles said.

“It ain’t that far a jump, and the trains slowed down right now which is why we gotta be quick about it, now c’mon.’” Arthur was the first to take the leap, landing on his feet with barely any trouble and hopping onto his horse who was waiting not too far with the rest.

After that everyone followed suit and you felt your hand being grabbed as you were gently but quickly pulled to the edge. You closed your eyes and tightened your grip around Charles�� larger hand.

Arthur was right, the jump wasn’t that far but it being your first time jumping off of a moving train you were bound to stumble and stumble you did, falling but Charles just barely catching you as you did.

“Are you okay?” He asked, genuine concern glowing in his warm brown eyes. Your dizziness allowed you to become lost in them much too easily. You felt the sweet sensation of butterfly wings in your stomach as he held your waist to lift you up off of your knees. Charles was a very large man, that was no secret but it was something you could almost forget due to his gentle nature and quietness. But now here he was towering over you and somehow you’d never felt safer. He asked you again, sounding even more worried at your silence. You broke your stare looking down at your feet embarrassedly. You noticed now how bad your knees stung but it wasn’t bad enough to mention. You couldn't even see them under the dress you were wearing, which was no doubt ruined.

“I’m fine. Thank you alot, I was—Thank you Charles.”

He smiled at you, making your heart stutter even more than it was already. You felt weak in his arms and he led you to his horse.

Riding with Charles was always therapeutic in a way. Your head felt so clear when he was around. Even if you were stressed or worried about things back at camp, having his body, solid and warm, pressed against you was bliss. Occasionally you could get a few words out of him. He’d lived such an interesting life and you couldn't help but cherish his stories when he was willing to share them since it wasn't often.

Back at camp Charles brought you back to his tent after making sure everyone was okay. You didn't ask any questions and allowed him to guide you by hand.

“You don’t even treat a girl to a date before taking her to your bed huh.” You joked sitting down at his mat.

He shook his head at you as he rummaged through his things, onyx hair falling over his face in a way that only he could make look so alluring.

“No, not usually.”

You tilted your head at this in curiosity. Up until now you hadn’t ever considered Charles taking on a lover. You supposed that you had no idea what he was doing those days he left the camp. He hunted, of course it was how you all ate most of the time, but besides that you didn't know where Charles ventured to. What if he had a girl already who he never mentioned. Out of everyone in the gang he seemed the most likely to go and do something like that.

“What do you usually do then?” You asked, deciding not to resist the urge to pry.

“Hm?” He said taking out gauze and a liquid in a glass bottle.

“With the girls you take to bed.” You said with a light laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“When do I have time to be with girls?” He asks you, taking your hand from his shoulder and into his own larger one. His hands were rough from work, but his skin soft at the same time. “Can I see your knee?”

“I can't even see my knee.” You say taking handfuls of the frilled fabric.

He looks down at the flamboyant hear over your lap, “I see that. You looked stunning all dressed up like that. All propper, it must’ve been strange for you,”

You blushed trying to hide it by looking over your shoulder, “I did feel pretty. It was strange, yeah.”

“You’re always gorgeous, the only difference if you look all high-society now,” He says. “Maybe you could take off the first few layers of it.” He suggests.

You nod and try not to seem so alarmed at Charles telling you to take off your skirt before him. . . at least the first few layers of it. You stand up, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to stand. He looks up at you, your eyes following his as you begin removing your skirt. You decide then to undress down to your chemise and the deep blush colored corset on top of it. You felt your body heating up at the feeling of Charles’ eyes on you. Your heart was beating at a mile a minute by the time you sat back down, positioning your knees up. His touch was as soft as ever when he brought the saturated cloth to the torn up skin of your knee. He held your leg steady with a sturdy grip when you jerked at the feeling.

“Ouch!” You hissed looking at him with a furled brow.

“Shh, I know,” he said in a low soothing voice that made you feel warm all over.

While he's tending to your wounds you become conscious of how your breasts are nearly exposed through the thin cotton of your chemise. At first you find it funny. Charles has always been extraordinarily gentlemanly. Respectful in everything that he did, even then the acts themselves weren't too respectful. Always helping you down from your horse and defending you from any rude comments . He was your protector of sorts, someone to rely on. Still, he was only a man and you noticed his glances below your eyes. Not that it bothered you. Knowing that at the very least he was attracted to you was more than enough to add fuel to the fire you felt growing inside you. You lifted a shaky hand to glide through his hair, the soft strands caressing you back. He doesn’t stop his adamant work. He’s always been so nurturing. For as big and as tough of a guy he is he still has the most tender touch and heart, even if he doesn’t know it. Your hand smooths down over his hair down to his slightly scruffy cheek, tracing your finger over the scar there.

He sighs then, halting his hand that was working on your knee, “Stop that.” He says, sounding aspirated.

You immediately grow embarrassed, you couldn’t have misread all of the signs so terribly. You haven’t had the most experience with men in your twenty years but they didn’t seem that hard to figure out. Unless they were Charles apparently.

“I’m sorry. . . I thought that maybe—That you felt the same way.” You said trying not to sound too disappointed.

Charles looked up at you finally with an expression that you couldn’t quite read. You were desperate to hear his next words as you leaned in, not breaking your eye contact even though you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze.

“No it's not that. . . of course I feel the same way, who wouldn’t.”

“Then why?” You push.

“I’m not what you need.” He says and for some reason that's what sets you off.

“Yes you are!” You retort, “I’ve never met a man that I love being around as much as you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone else.”

“Sweetheart. . .” He says, you can tell he’s trying to dismiss you and you won't let that happen. When he tries to turn his head to break the intensity you wont allow him to. Guiding his face back to yours even closer. Your eyes shift down between his eyes and his lips and all you can imagine is how euphoric it would be to finally feel them against yours. You sigh out a whispered, “please” as you shuffle closer to him crawling on your freshly bandaged knees to let your faces meet. You can feel his breath against your face as you lean down to leave feather light kisses. You can tell how bad you’re affecting him. Your hand wanders to lie flat against his solid chest, feeling his breathing speed up from your touch. He warily made a move to grab at your waist. With how thin your dress was his touch sent shivers down your spine and you vocalized your appreciation with a quiet moan.

“We shouldn’t do this. . . you deserve someone better. . .” He says trailing off.

You stop your trail of kisses down his throat to shut him up with your lips on his. You didn't realize how bad you wanted him until you had your first taste, it was addictive and you could barely control yourself.

“Please. . .” You begged again, not exactly sure for what.

“What is it?” He asks knowingly.

“I need you.” You say plainly to his surprise.

Your hands migrate down to your own hips where Charles’ are unmoving. Like he's afraid to scare you away. You grab at his wrists, barely able to fit your hands around them and press his hands against your breasts over your chemise. You let out a blissful sigh as his fingers move to tease your nipples through the fabric, You’re almost embarrassingly responsive to his touch, gladly accepting his tongue into your mouth when he pries. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this by anyone other than yourself.

You reach behind you attempting to unlace your corset as it becomes harder to breathe under its restraint, Charles quickly catches on reaching behind you and releasing its binds. You let out a breath feeling slightly lightheaded.

You decide then that if things were ever going to get to where you wanted them that you would have to make the first move on your own since he was much too hesitant about this than you were. You grabbed the hem of your chemise and pulled it over your head, letting it fall behind you.

“You’re beautiful” he said as he looked over your now exposed body. The contrast of your nudenes and Charles still being fully dressed should have made you insecure but instead you found yourself even more turned on. You moved yourself back towards him, basically straddling him as you hovered close to his face. He was much less reserved now, gliding his hands down over your hips and thighs, feeling your soft skin under his finger tips. His touch was nothing short of electrifying but still you ached for more.

“Touch me.” You say in a whisper. You’re both so close to each other that that was all that was needed.

Charles didn’t need to be told twice and brought a confident hand down between your bare legs. You can barely stifle the moan it evokes, you try to cover your mouth but it barely does anything to stop the sound from escaping. The tents are only but so thick, any sounds louder than a whisper would be heard by anyone close by. You prayed that everyone else had gone to bed now but you couldn't say that you were even the slightest bit interested in stopping.

“You feel how wet you are for me?” Charles says right next to your ear while gliding his fingers over the folds of your cunt. You nodded, feeling in a daze. It was almost overwhelming how good he felt against you; he played with you for a little bit, rubbing against your clit with his large fingers causing you to twitch against him. When he finally pushed a finger in you let out a groan that was much too loud.

He chuckled at the sweet sound bringing his other hand to your lips, “Shh” he said to you for the second time tonight.

The stretch was unfamiliar as his fingers were so much bigger than your own. It took quite a minute of him fingering you like that slowly until he was able to add another finger without you squealing.

“This alright?” He asks. The feeling of your wet cunt squeezing his fingers had him unbelievably hard and it was starting to become uncomfortable. He watches as his fingers disappear into your cunt slowly, he lets himself imagine what it would feel like to slide himself into you instead of just his fingers. He wonders how tight you would feel around him and how close you two would be, intertwining like that.

“Yeah, yeah just. . .keep going please,” You beg him pathetically.

He looks down at you with dark, hungry eyes; you feel like prey about to be devoured and it's the most arousing thing. “Such’a good girl,” He says huskily. “Gorgeous,”

He leans down to kiss your mouth messily, pushing your hair out of your face as he does so. You can barely kiss him back as he thrusts his fingers into you at a relentless pace, sounds of your wetness echoing through the tent like an obscene melody. You groan out this high pitch sound as he shifts his abuse to your clit, rubbing experticity and leaving you extremely skeptical of him”not having time for other women,” You're not spared much time to feel jealous though before pleasure starts creeping up on you in waves that have you grasping at Charles’ biceps.

You feel yourself getting close, but all that you can seem to get out are these whinny slurs of words you couldn't quite make out. Curses and pleas all mixed with cries of Charles’ name.

“Let go for me, sweet girl.” He says.

When you do it’s explosive, like a dam breaking and you can feel the rush of ecstasy flow over you. He guides you through your orgasm holding you close and whispering sweet nothings as he peppers your face with kisses. It takes you a while to catch your breath and become able to kiss him back properly, but when you do, you throw your arms around him tightly. The sheets beneath you are soaked and your head is filled with thoughts of the man in front of you.

“Was that okay?” He asks you and you laugh. The sound makes him want to kiss you again.

“You ask that like I didn’t just lose my mind under your touch just a moment ago,” you say lying your head against his clothed chest, “It was more than okay, better than i’ve dreamed about” You say looking up at him dreamily.

“You’ve dreamed about it huh?” He asks, stroking your hair, then trailing down to your bare shoulder.

Somehow even after what had just taken place he still managed to make you bashful.

“Maybe a few times. . .I felt so silly wantin’ you like that when I didn't even know if you were sweet on me too.”

“I’ve always been sweet on you, ever since you started running with us. It’s just that I’m not the kind of man for someone like you. Or at least that's what I thought, I’m not sure what I think anymore.”

You frowned at hearing him doubt himself. You Wanted to tell him that you didn’t have eyes for any other man and that he was all you seemed to think about anymore, but you decided against it, things were already going to be heavy in the morning.

“Then don’t think, just hold me.” You instructed him softly.

You both fell asleep in his tent together, leaving the rest of the gang to assume things in the morning that you’d both never hear the end of. All that mattered to you was the security of Charles’ strong arms holding you close. You somehow knew that things were going to be alright somehow.

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #charles smith x reader #charles smith #arthur morgan #john marston #dutch van der linde #van der linde gang

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analiavs · 3 months

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Valentines Day Headcanons for the Goon Squad

Remy

The girlfriend he uses as a beard either gets the ultimate valentines, that he's going to use as content for his tiktok. Or he forgets and gets her wilted roses.

His centuars and favorite bull are the true winners on vday. Suddenly everybody gets a hands on grooming session and all the apples they could eat.

Bailey

Has no valentines and makes it everyone else's problem. If you stand close enough you can get psychic damage from his pining. Don't let him catch you enjoying life or a valentines. He pretends he doesn't care, but very clearly does.

If you check the likes on his priv its just valentines day hate posts.

Briar

Loves it, one of his busiest days. All the loneliest losers show up. Schedules special shows throughout the day. Personally doesn't celebrate it. He's pimpin' folk out, he'll never fall for a hoe. Maybe drinks a big bottle of wine, and watches himself in the mirror in some red lingerie.

Eden

If he doesn't have an unlucky spouse DO NOT go in the woods on Valentines day. If he does have a spouse, does nothing for valentines day, because he "doesn't believe in it". If his spouse gets him something his present is dick... but they were probably getting that regardless.

Wren

Usually has a valentines, if not hangs with his boys. Strip poker with the boys 🫦

Zephyr

Handsome swashbuckler probably takes someone on a date on his ship to watch the sundown. Something something because of the implication. If there's a raid on valentines day he might seduce the other captain.

Harper

Schedules his favorite patients appointments. Might have a couple dick appointments too. Definitely brings Quinn his sperm bank proposal

Quinn

Denies Harper's sperm bank proposal. Has a date with his favorite tentababydad at the end of the night. He might have the most romantic night. Fancy dinner, tentacle massage, sex. His tentacles are special

Edit: just like he is on valentines day I forgot Leighton

Has no one. Tries to blackmail people into going on a date with him, but it’s valentines day. Special shout out to his dog person, they’ve got it ruff.

#remy the farmer #remylover6969 #degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #briar the brothel owner #eden the hunter #zephyr the pirate #captain morgan and admiral nelson my one true bias 😩#harper the doctor #leighton the headteacher #quinn the mayor #crackship unlocked: valentines leighton and bailey #i remember the time i got drunk and shipped the rum bottle mascots

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lovingkvinner · 1 year

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The same goddamn song!

Larissa Weems x reader

Warnings: none I can tell

Y/N!!!!” Larissa was banging on the door, conflicted with feelings of anger, worry and annoyance.

It was the weekend and well, you weren’t the type to leave your dorm usually. Teaching all week tired you out and so your weekends were spent collecting yourself by painting or sewing and listening to your favourite music.

Oh and how obsessed you were with this one song. Any turn by Orville peck was that one song that had been managing to get you going even at your laziest times. So much so that you had been listening to the song almost exclusively since Friday.

Larissa was in the dorm next to you, that scared you at first, knowing how close the one woman who made you melt was. Sometimes you would lie awake, not being able to tear your mind from the thought that she was sleeping on the other side of the wall.

The principal had learned to deal with your interesting music taste of Taylor swift, Scandinavian folk music, Florence and the machine and the occasional niche country music but the same country song for 3 days straight started to annoy her, no matter how much she liked you.

You had only been teaching at nevermore for about three months but she had to admit she had taken a special likening to you and your stupid smile that left her weak. Larissa reminded herself on the regular that the relationship had to remain professional.

However Larissa had began to get worried, what if you had died in there? And that’s why your music had been playing for so long. That’s why she had decided she needed to check on you, and perhaps see if you wanted to grab coffee with her, platonically of course.

Now the principal became even more worried at the fact you hadn’t answered your door.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Are you in there?” She shouted over the music whilst banging on the old wooden door. Larissa contemplating opening your door just in case you really were dead but just as she reached for the door handle it swung open to reveal you.

Your hair was dripping wet, drops of water settled on your smooth skin and the only thing covering you was a towel that you had wrapped around you in a hurry to open the door.

“Sorry Principal” you said with a smile at Larissa who was completely lost for words at the sight of you.

Her mouth was slightly ajar and her face almost as red as her lips

You had the break the silence “my apologies principal, I was just in the shower, I do hope you weren’t waiting long?”

Larissa took a deep breath and fiddled with her gloved hands “oh no not at all, I was just, making sure you were ok.” She returned the smile and you looked at the principal, confused to why she would be worried.

Larissa noticed “you’ve been playing the same song for a long time, I as worried something was wrong but” she gestured to you “seems everything is in order”

You then realised that every song you played, Larissa could probably hear too. All of your repetitive listening habits and guilty pleasure nights of Britney Spears had been heard live by non other than the most beautiful woman you knew.

Oh god how stupid you had been, if you weren’t already annoying enough you couldn’t imagine how much you must have irritated your boss with your repetitive listening habits. It didn’t help that she was hot as fuck either.

Larissa lifted a gloved hand to place on your shoulder to reassure you but she stopped mid-air and she realised that you were completely exposed on your shoulders which wouldn’t exactly be appropriate. She wondered how shoulders could make her so damn flustered but they sure did.

“Y/n it’s fine. I usually don’t mind much but the same song for three days started to get a bit-“ Larissa was trying to be nice even though she didn’t need to be, you liked how kind she was but you could see right through her formalities.

“Annoying?” you laughed.

“Yeah…… “ she looked at the floor in shame that you could read her mind so easily.

“Well it’s almost annoying to me now, I think you’ll be glad to know I’m over it” you were staring to realise that you had been stood here quite exposed for a prolonged amount of time and your cheeks were heating up at the idea of Larissa seeing you like this.

“Well, all is good then” she said as she looked up to meet your eyes, eyes she could easily imagine getting lost in. “Oh and…. When you’re“ she looked you up and down and oh how you could have fallen to your knees at that moment “decent, perhaps we could visit the weathervane together to get coffee” her face was hopeful.

Larissa weems, the woman herself asking you out for coffee?, wow. You almost wanted to say no because you felt like you would faint before you even reached the weathervane.

“Uh yeah okay!” You stood with your pink face and shivering body barley present in front of the goddess herself.

“I’ll meet you by my car in 15 minutes.” The principal was about to wander away when she looked almost as if she had just remembered something which is when she bent over and gave you a small kiss on your cheek.

She left a red lipstick stain on your freshly washed skin.

She had to know what she was doing to you, it’s was torture, evil even.

Larissa left your door and walked down the corridor, her hips swaying and you still couldn’t take her eyes from her figure.

She noticed and turned around to give you a small wave and mouth “bye” her eyes beaming with joy as she blew you a kiss.

A/n- part 2???

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal weems #brienne of tarth #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #fanfic #larissa weems oneshot #oneshot #wednsday addams #game of thrones #Spotify

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the-himawari · 7 months

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A3! Yukishiro Azuma - Nomadic Bartender Mini Conversations Translation

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Practice Conversation 1

So Stinger is a fortune teller, hm?

It reminds me of the fortune telling event I assisted with in the past.

I think I’ll ask Julian to tell me all about fortune telling to help me prepare for my role.

Moreover, Stinger, who I play, and Wiz, who Guy plays, have a complicated relationship.

I’d like to discuss with Guy and develop the scenes where they exchange words.

There are also magic and action scenes this time around, so I have to put in effort to practise those as well.

Practice Conversation 2

Banri also mentioned that he wanted to pay special attention to the direction of the magical action scenes.

Yesterday, Banri, Tsuzuru, Rento, and Akashi were all discussing them together.

The standing positions, effects, sound, and lighting…

They were talking about how to make them all work together.

They were shouting all kinds of sound effects and suggesting they should do this and that. They looked serious, but also like they were having fun. Their eyes were sparking.

Seeing them, I felt excited myself. And I felt that I should work even harder during our rehearsals.

Practice Conversation 3

Say, Director. What would you do if I told you that I’m actually a wizard?

Just like Stinger, I blend in with the regular folk…

But the truth is, I can use secret magic.

…Fufu. Just joking.

A wizard… I think it would be wonderful if I could save someone with magic or fortunes, and give advice…

Or make magic cocktails that solves people’s problems for them.

It sounds like a dreamy, fantasy world, doesn’t it?

I may not have those wonderous powers, but I can be there for someone and help them out.

Even though I’m not a wizard, I want to be someone who can always lend you a hand and who can be trusted by the princess that you are.

Azuma & Masumi Talk

Azuma: Speaking of bartenders, I recall that time you and Juza performed in the dorm’s hidden talent contest in the past. Fufu. You two performed flare bartending under the name “feat. Team Manju”, right?*

Masumi: Yeah. We dressed up as bartenders and performed using bottles and shakers.

Azuma: Your bartender’s outfit and performance were really dashing.

Masumi: Thanks to that, we won the hidden talent contest and Director told me she felt a different charm than usual… …I got a lot of help and advice from you back then.

Azuma: I’m glad if I could help. How about doing that performance again for the first time in a while?

Masumi: …Maybe. It made Director happy, so I’d like to try out some more difficult techniques and show her.

Azuma: When you’re able to drink alcohol, maybe I’ll ask bartender Masumi to mix up a drink for me.

Masumi: Well, I trained for my performance while listening to your advice. Of course, the very first drink I make will be for Director… But I can make one for you after that.

Azuma: Fufu, I’m delighted. I’ll look forward to it.

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*References the Everyone's Old Year, New Year event story

#a3!#a3! translation #yukishiro azuma #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!

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missellaneousworks · 6 months

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Enough - A SDJ Shaun x OC Drabble

I missed that it was Shaun's birthday a couple of weeks ago. And it's a crime how little I've written about our favorite cat-man since he's one of my fav boys. Let's change that.

Context: Takes place shortly after Ian moves away, but before the break-up. Contains some one-sided pining.

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

"How 'bout this one?" Shaun flipped yet another horror DVD in front of Ella's face. The title was one that she heard of before, but not one she had seen yet.

"Sure, if you want to," she attempted to smile cooly, attempting to mask the anxiety in her voice. Shaun took her a moment to study here before he placed it back down with an unconvinced sigh.

"C'mon, Els, that's the third time you've agreed to a movie without really meaning it," Shaun gave a long, exasperated sigh at his dear friend.

"It's your Birthday, ya goober," Ella playfully shoved his arm. "You should pick out the movie!"

"Pfft, my birthday was two weeks ago, Els. Though, I appreciate you trying to make it up to me." That earned her a flippant wave of his hand. "I've already watched all of these. Unlike you, my little scardey cat."

"Heeeeey," Ella protested. "I can handle scary movies--"

"Uh-huh."

"--I can handle scary movies a lot better now than at the beginning of college!!"

"Suuuuure you can, Els."

"Heeeey!" Ella gripped the small, panda-printed couch pillow and proceeded to thwack Shaun in the arm.

"What, I'm just agreeing with you~!" Shaun snickered, blocking Ella's blows from her plushy blunt trauma weapon. "The mighty Ella has conquered her fears and now thirsts for blood! Nooooo!"

Ella gave one final, soft smack with her weapon of choice before Shaun dramatically collapsed on the ground, defeated and unmoving. Ella gave a long sigh before she finally made her decision. "Okay, okay! Let's waaaaatch... this one!" Ella chose a movie that piqued her interest. She had heard good things about the film's special effects and main monster, and according to Shaun, it would be a good watch.

Like the proverbial Dracula rising from his coffin, Shaun sat up with a toothy triumphant grin. "See? Was that so hard?"

Ella gave a half-hearted shrug, turning to check the connection of the tiny digital camera and setting up the waiting room on their streaming platform. "It's our last movie stream together, so... I sort of got stuck on trying to pick a good one. Thought it'd be more meaningful if it were up to you."

That caused Shaun to pause for a moment after he inserted the DVD. He had wondered why Ella had been a little more quiet than usual. He thought it was because she was missing her boyfriend, Ian, but then it occurred to him...

With Ian leaving for school to become an actor just a few months ago and Shaun leaving in a few days to start shooting his new film, Ella would be all alone. It didn't take a mind reader to tell Shaun that she was sad over it. To be honest, despite the new opportunity he was about to receive, Shaun was going to miss Ella. A lot. Ever since college, she was a huge supporter of his work and often volunteered to give feedback on his scripts, including bits and pieces of his newest flick. She often half-joked that Shaun made her a little more brave by exposing her to horror films.

But Ella? Ella gave Shaun more than she could possibly ever know. She gave him advice when he needed it, support when he was stuck on writing a script, and unconditional kindness. It showed when she invited him to stay at her folks' place during Thanksgiving after he... separated from his only remaining family. Ella's folks had invited him in with open arms, showing the same warmth Ella had given him countless times. She gave Shaun boundless inspiration -- it was a crime how unaware Ella remained regarding her infectious creativity. Shaun would shout it to the rooftops if he could. But the most important thing Ella had given Shaun throughout the years... was her friendship.

And that... was enough for Shaun. More than enough, but he didn't want to say it out loud, worried that it would make it weird for some reason. Ella was very dear to him. In truth, he was attracted to her nearly from the get-go. And that affection grew over time. But this was enough, their friendship was enough. And as long as Ella was happy with Ian, Shaun was happy for her. She deserved it.

Shaun reached out in an attempt to offer Ella some small comfort, he wanted to touch her face and tell her it was going to be okay but... he hesitated. That wouldn't be appropriate, would it? Even if they were both physically affectionate with one another. Pausing, his hand landed on her shoulder, which caused Ella's chocolate-brown eyes to meet his.

'C'mon, Shaun... say something to make her feel better!'

"Els, you know we can still do our weekly movie streams even though we'll be apart, right?" Shaun kept a light smirk on his face but cringed cringed internally. That wasn't as emotionally impactful as he was going for. But before he could reiterate, Ella gave him a confused look.

"Yes, it is? I mean, we only have one camera and one mic. We can't exactly do this again until you come back."

"Sure we can!" Shaun's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "You can keep the camera and the mic, and I'll buy a new one when I'm moved into my apartment."

Ella guffawed at Shaun's suggestion. "Shaun, sweetie, I can't do that! That will be expensive!"

"I've got some money leftover from purchasing the new place," he stated nonchalantly. "I'm good for it, Els!"

"B-but you're going to be busy filming and script writing, and directing and--"

"We'll drop the movie streams to once every two weeks! Just because I'm working doesn't mean I shouldn't take breaks."

"That's a lie and you know it," Ella challenged him. "I remember you cramming during finals. You were awake for a solid twenty-four hours!"

"Twenty-six, but who's counting?" He joked as Ella rolled her eyes.

Ella was running out of ammo, causing her to stutter over her words. "I-I can't just accept this, Shaun. It's sweet, b-b-but--"

"Then think of it as an early birthday present!" Shaun kneeled next to where Ella sat on the worn couch. "C'mon, Ella...! Ella-ella-ella. Ella-Banana. Ella-Banano-Fo-Fana-Fe-Fi Bananza-Ellllllllaaaaaaaaa~!"

"You're not going to take 'no' for an answer, are you?" She resided.

"Nope! Except your faaaate~! MWA HA HA HA HA--!" Shaun sinisterly laughed before he began coughing in his over-exuberance. Luckily, Ella wholeheartedly laughed at his antics, causing her to lurch over, clutching her stomach in a joyous fit of giggles.

"All right, all right! You have bested me this time, Kitty-man. But I'll get you back one day!"

Shaun rose to his feet and bent over in a regal bow before his friend. "I look forward to the day, but until then," he unceremoniously flopped on the couch next to her. "MOVIE TIME!"

"HELL YEAH, MOVIE TIME!" Ella cheered as she set the laptop down and began to run the stream for their beloved audience, the mood lifted, and happy once more, just as Shaun wanted it.

As long as he could make Ella happy in some small way, to see her innocently sweet smile, to hear her laugh around him... it was enough.

#Sunny Day Jack #something is wrong with sunny day jack #sdj #sdj oc #sunny day jack oc #sdj shaun #MissElla's Works

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