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take care of you | rc
pairing: mommyissues!rafe x pogue!reader
summary: after a heated argument with ward, rafe seeks comfort from the only woman in his life whoâs ever stayed
warnings: wee bit of theorizing about mama cameron (death)
wc: 1.8k
a/n: hey friends!! thank you to the anon that sent this request in!! i love me a soft rafe moment who just needs to be held𼚠enjoy!! feel free to send me more angsty/soft rafe i love it!!!
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Rafe slammed the truck door shut behind him, twisting his key into the ignition. Ward stood in the doorway ahead of him, his mouth moving but his words unheard. Rafe stopped listening to him even before he decided to leave. He couldnât listen to it anymore. The rain pelted the windowsill, overpowering the pounding sound of his accelerated heartbeat. He pulled out of the driveway, no destination in mind. He just had to leave.
As he drove, his headlights broke through the rain ahead, illuminating the pitch black road. His breathing was still heavy, trying to ignore his fight with Ward. They werenât exactly few and far between, but this one had escalated particularly badly. He replayed it over and over, on the verge of screaming just to make it stop.
He didnât know why he tried to hard to impress Ward, or to get his validation. Everyone is his life left in one way or another. Whether it was on their own terms, or they were taken. He clung to Ward and the fact that just maybe, he would stick around. Be proud of him. In the end, everyone gave up on him. Everyone screwed him over.
Except maybe one person.
When Rafe first met you, he didnât like you. He never thought he could be friends with a pogue, let alone be with one romantically. You had too much confidence for someone who didnât have very much. He admit, he thought less of you. He judged you about things that didnât truly matter. Eventually, he began to find you endearing. You didnât need boats, a big house, designer clothes, or anything material to be happy. You knew who you were, and he admired that.
You understood him in ways no kook ever had, and probably more than any kook ever will. You knew hardship, and you saw through his bravado. You could tell deep down, he was in pain. No money could fix what was truly happening inside. All the other kooks were shallow. Never having any conversations with substance, just rambling about bullshit. Rafe never really fit in with any of them. He pretended to be friends with most of them, to keep up appearances and his reputation. At the end of the day, he knew none of them truly cared about him. Even worse, he knew they would mock him if they knew he was with you.
Without realizing, Rafe ended up pulling into your driveway. Through the still pouring rain, he could barely see your house. All the lights were off, including the porch light. Were you home? He didnât even know. As his mind reeled, he automatically drove here. He wanted to see you. Wanted your comfort. Before you, he hadnât had that in a long time. Since his momâŚno one had ever been there for him. No one to tell him things would be okay, no one to comfort him, or hold him. He craved it.
He hopped out of the car, jogging through the rain to your front door. He rapped his knuckles, hoping you would appear on the other side. He saw a light turn on inside, and exhaled a sigh of relief.
You opened the door, met with a dripping wet and sad looking Rafe on the other side. You were surprised to see him. You had some distance from each other recently, since Rafe told you that his friends couldnât know about your relationship. You pulled back as he continued to hang out with them, unsure how to move forward.
Seeing him here made your heart sink. He pouted as his blue eyes bore into yours, sadness overcoming his entire expression.
âCan I come in?â he asked. âPlease.â
âOf course,â you muttered. You stepped aside, letting Rafe into your empty house.
He crossed the threshold, a shiver coming over his body at the sudden change of temperature. His wet clothes left him cold, making the warmth of your house even more shocking to his system. He wiped at his face in attempt to dry it.
âAre you cold?â you asked gently. âHere let me go get you some clothes and a blanket.â
You walked away for a moment, leaving Rafe standing in your doorway. You gathered a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that belonged to your brother. He wasnât here, he wouldnât mind. You snatched your fuzzy blanket from your bed, scurrying back to where Rafe stood waiting. You passed him the clothes, offering him to go change.
As he took his time, you put a kettle of water on the stove. Opening your white cabinets, you rummaged through the various flavours of tea you had. You settled on chamomile. You knew Rafe liked it, even though he would never admit it to literally anyone else. You grabbed 2 mugs and placed the tea bags inside as the kettle began whistling.
You took the two steaming mugs out to the coffee table, where Rafe sat on the couch, waiting for you.
âHere,â you muttered, handing him the mug. You grabbed the blanket, placing it across his lap. âThat should warm you up.â
âThank you,â he said softly, gentle eyes looking up at you.
You sat down beside him, tucking your legs up on the couch. You both sat in silence for a moment, sipping your tea. He let out a small sigh after his first sip, a little smile tugging at his lips.
âMy favorite,â he whispered. You responded with a nod.
âYou take such good care of me,â he said, breaking the silence more. âI donât deserve it.â
âRafe,â you sighed.
He shook his head, not wanting you to deny the truth. He didnât want you to tell him that he deserved it when he knew it wasnât true. You were consistently there for him, exuding a kindness heâd never felt. Yet what did he do in return? Essentially tell you heâs embarrassed about your relationship. It was ridiculous, and you shouldnât be nice to him.
âCome here,â you whispered, opening your arms to him.
His eyes welled up with tears, and he leaned over, resting his head on your lap. You tugged the blanket up slightly higher, covering his torso. You ran your hands through his hair and down his back, feeling the tension release from his body.
Unexpectedly, the tears continued to fall harder. Rafeâs breath caught in his throat as he heaved out a sob.
âYouâre okay,â you cooed. âIâm here.â
He let out all the emotions he had been trained to hold back. Grown men didnât cry. Strong men didnât cry. This is what he was told over and over. No one ever let him express himself freely, or show vulnerability. For some reason, he felt safe to show it around you. Confident that you didnât judge him, or view him as weak.
He didnât realize how much he was craving to just be held. To have his hair played with, his back scratched. To be told itâs okay. He couldnât remember a time when someone treated him so gently. He wondered if his mom was the last person who truly took care of him. Now, he felt responsible to take care of people around him most of the time.
âTalk to me,â you said. âWhat happened?â
âMy dad,â he blurted out. He rubbed the tears from his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to compose himself. âWe got into a fight, as always. I accused him ofâŚof killing my mom.â
âWhat?â you asked, unable to hide the shock in your voice. âDo you really thinkâŚâ
âI donât know,â he admitted. âI was too young, but sometimes what he says just doesnât add up. Doesnât matter anyway, not like anything would happen to him.â
You nodded silently, knowing he was right. Even if Ward had killed her, no justice would be had. You knew Rafe grappled with the loss of his mom. Rose wasnât exactly a replacement. She was cold, unkind. Rafe was in a constant battle with Ward. Trying to impress him, get his validation. Rafe grew up wanting his dadâs success, but most of all he just wanted his love. His acceptance. He didnât think he would ever have a real family. That possibility only came into view when he met you.
âIâm so sorry, Rafe,â you consoled him. âI know how tense things can get with your dad. My arms are always open if you need a break, or need to talk.â
He sat up from your lap, facing you. His eyes were bloodshot from his previous tears. His usually hard features had softened, his eyes still carrying a deep sadness that you knew you couldnât fix.
âIâm going to tell everyone weâre together,â he told you. âYouâreâŚyouâre perfect. You donât deserve to be hidden. I donât deserve you in general.â
âItâs okay,â you whispered. âWhen youâre ready.â
âIâm ready,â he nodded. âI thinkâŚI think youâre the only person who actually cares about me. Who listens andâŚsees me.â
Your eyes welled up slightly. You werenât expecting Rafe to say something so vulnerable like this. His rough edges were beginning to soften around you.
âI see you, Rafe,â you told him. You reached out and cupped the side of his face, brushing your thumb along his cheekbone.
He leaned forward, his warm lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was desperate, yet gentle. You didnât realize how much you had missed this. When you pulled away, Rafeâs eyes were glistening once more.
âEveryone in my life leaves, or screws me over,â he told you, repeating his previous thoughts. âPlease donât leave me.â
You pulled him towards you, wrapping your arms around him. He melted into your touch, safety and warmth encompassing his entire being.
âIâm here, Rafe,â you whispered. âIâm not going anywhere.â
You heard his stomach gurgle, making you let out a quiet chuckle. âHungry?â
He nodded into the crook of your shoulder. You laughed once more as he pulled back, a smirk on his face.
âLet me make you something,â you told him. You planted a kiss on his cheek before standing up, placing the blanket over his carefully. âYou just sit here and relax, okay?â
âI love when you take care of me, baby,â he murmured as he rested his head on the arm of the couch.
You smiled down at him before going into the kitchen to make him some food. He felt safe with you. You had to admit that your heart soared at the thought that you were the first person he came to after a fight with his dad. The first person he opened up to about his mom, to try in front of.
You didnât even realize it would always be you. You would always be the first person he would run to, even in a crowded room.
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nobody knows - rafe cameron
summary: a secret relationship between the kook king the sweet innocent kook & bathroom sex
warnings: 18+, cursing, reader being jealous, alcohol, SMUT, slight choking, semi public sex, pinv
an: hiiii hope yâall enjoy <3 this is a lil shorter than my usual stuff. I need drew starkey bad !! Might turn this into itâs own lil universe
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This party was going to kill you. The scene in front of you calling for you to do something irrational. It was almost as if he wanted you to accidentally spill wine on Lindseyâs head.
The way her hand constantly found a place on his bicep has you gripping your glass a little tighter. The friendly smile on Rafeâs lips not helping ease your jealousy. Neither was the way he kept leaning down so he could hear her better, as if they were at a rave. It was a fairly small party for crying out loud there was no need for that.
If you had super powers the entire back yard would be lit up in flames with the way you were glaring at the pair. Of course he also wore that shirt you loved on him. The one you had mentioned on multiple occasions that it was your favorite.
You wished you could go over there and yank him down by the collar and smush your lips against his. Let everyone know that itâs your name heâs moaning at night and his lips and body that have your coming undone almost every night.
You wished everyone knew exactly what was going on between them. Then you wouldnât have to disguise your jealousy as a head ache. You knew it was because of you that the two of you snuck around but youâre starting to want things to change. You couldnât stand the sight of your man giving another woman attention.
âGarrett is such a dick I canât believe I didnât dump him sooner,â Her friend Nessa mumbled.
She hummed and nodded in agreement while finishing off the last of her wine. Not really paying attention to what her friend was saying.
âYouâve been quiet today. More than usual, all good?â Your friend Nessa asked.
You nodded, âYeah just have a head ache again.â
âThen lets get you another glass, being drunk will help with that,â Nessa grabbed your hand. She led you back over to the small cocktail bar that was set up which was right past Rafe and Lindsey.
As the pair of you passed them you pretended not to see Rafe. Obviously Rafeâs eyes followed you, not really paying attention to whatever the girl in front of him had been yapping about.
He was trying this new thing where he wasnât going to be an asshole to people. Unless they deserved it obviously, but it was really fucking hard when all he wanted to do was talk to you. The old him would have just ditched her mid sentence but thatâs not who he wanted to be.
He watched as you poured yourself some more wine, your friend going on about something as you nodded along. His pretty girl always being the best listener.
After a minute you said something to your friend before walking into the house. After a few seconds Rafe said something about going to the bathroom and left the babbling blonde behind. He didnât care he wanted to find you.
When he stepped inside he saw your half empty wine glass on the kitchen counter. He walked down the hall to the guest bathroom and knocked.
âIâll be out in a minute Ness!â You shouted from behind the door.
âItâs Rafe,â he said.
The locked clicked and the door opened to reveal your pretty frame. You had chosen to wear that dress he loves in the color he loves on you. He wasnât the only one who chose what theyâre wearing for a specific reason. You poked your head out and looked both ways before tugging him inside by the collar of his shirt. He chuckled at your antics
âDonât you think it looks more suspicious if weâre in here together?â He smirked with a raised brow. In all honesty he didnât really give a fuck if people saw you two together but he knows you arenât ready.
You rolled your eyes, âItâs not like you were flirting it up out there with Lindsey.â
His smirk widened at the realization that you were jealous. He liked how around everyone you were always sweet and polite, sometimes even a little timid. But with him it was a different story. He loved the way you talked back to him and rolled your eyes at him. He loved the dirty things that sweet innocent mouth said to him when he was relentlessly fucking you.
âYou jealous baby?â He stepped forward so the small of your back hit the counter.
Your scowl deepened as you crossed your arms, âNo.â
He reach up stroked your cheek gently. His eyes going down to your lips, âYou being a tough girl now. Come on baby you know she doesnât have anything on you.â
Your scowl softened, âWell it doesnât matter because itâs not like she knows that.â
Rafe leaned forward and kissed your cheek then your jaw and continued his way down to your pulse point, âIâll let her know, we can let everyone know princess. I can fuck you right here right now.â
You gasped at his words and at the scrape of his teeth on the sensitive skin of your neck, âRafe,â you practically moaned.
âDoesnât sound like youâre too opposed to that,â His finger slipped under your dresses strap and pulled it down. His lips kissing the newly exposed skin as he went down to your chest, âMake you scream my name as I bend you over.â
You wanted to talk back to him but you couldnât as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands had moved down your waist and to your thighs. Slowly dragging his fingertips up them until he plucked at your stringy underwear letting it snap back against your skin. He made you such an incoherent mess and you loved it.
With everything in you you mustered back a reply, âYou sure you want Lindsey to hear.â
He chuckled against the top of your breasts that were exposed. His fingers now pressing against your wet clothed cunt.
âIt seems like you want her to hear baby,â He pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed soft circles, âlook at how wet you are huh. My dirty girl.â
A whimper escaped your lips at the sensation. His fingers slipped under your tiny panties and he slid them through your sopping cunt and groaned against your neck, âGod I love how you feel.â
You tugged his face up to meet your desperate eyes as you pulled him in for a kiss. You both moaned at the feeling. You loved when Rafe fucked you but you loved kissing him even more. His fingers picked up the pace a little against your throbbing clit. You could feel your wetness dripping down your legs.
âPlease let me fuck you right here baby,â He mumbled against your lips, âIâll do it so good. Iâll make you cum all over my cock.â
That whole being more nice thing Rafe was working on never applied to you. You were probably the only person on the island who had ever heard the kook king say please and thank you. Sometimes he even practically begged to fuck you or eat you out. You lived for it. It made your skin tingle and your tummy flutter.
You nodded your head, âYes Rafey.â
He pulled his fingers away from you and practically shoved them into your mouth. You loved it though, tasting yourself on his long thick fingers. Your tongue licking them clean. He bit his lip and groaned with hooded eyes. Rafe was utterly obsessed with you.
He pulled his fingers out with a pop and leaned in capturing your mouth in his in another searing kiss. It was sloppy and made your head spin. He pulled away spinning you around. Your hands landed on the counter to steady yourself as he hiked your dress up to your waist.
Rafe gave your ass a firm squeeze and took a few seconds to admire you on this position. He loved that he could still see your pretty face in the mirror, he could see just how fucked you were for him. Your swollen lips, hooded eyes, and messy hair all because of him. It made his heart beat faster and his ego grow. He loves that no one else has known you in this way until he came around.
You watched as he began to undo his pants and pull his thick cock out. You whimpered at the sight of him stroking himself a few times. Grabbing the tiny string of your panties he pulled it to the side before lining himself up with you.
âYouâre a fucking dream,â He groaned as he slipped his tip in. The warm wetness of your pussy making him throw his head back. Slowly he slotted himself in you. The feeling of you clenching around him already getting him so close.
âFuck youâre coming home with me,â He groaned as he began moving in and out.
You nodded with hazy lust filled eyes. Youâd do anything he asked of you. The feeling of him stretching you out was out of this world. You didnât understand how he was always able to hit that spot that had your back arching and mouth forming into an o.
He fucked you as quietly as he could. Rafe didnât give a fuck if people heard but he knew you did. Itâs not like you were embarrassed of Rafe and he knew that. It would just make things complicated if people knew. Thereâd be constant prying and knit picking at everything you two did and how you acted.
âOh Rafe,â you mumbled standing up so your back was against his chest. He groaned and wrapped one of his hands around your throat. Your head fell back against his shoulder.
Rafeâs other hand found itâs way to your chest. He pinched one of your nipples and squeezed your breast. He did the same thing to the other one before sliding down your stomach and to your clit. He rubbed circles as he continued to thrust into you.
He moved the hand that was around your throat to hold your jaw. Tugging your head down to look in the mirror.
âYou see that baby, He nodded towards your reflection, âsee how good you look when Iâm inside you. My girl takes me so damn well.â
âI-I mmmph oh Rafe,â you mumbled incoherently but he knew what you were trying to say. He could tell you were close by the way you tightened around him and the way you dripping down him.
âI know,â He groaned, âIâm there too.â A loud moan began escaping you but rafe moved his hand up quickly to cover your mouth.
âShit look at you, no one will ever compare. Fuck Iâm all yours,â He grunted.
Your moans were muffled by his big hand as you came. He wasnât farm behind as he buried his face in your neck as he came inside you.
âWell weâve never done that before,â you giggled.
He huffed a laugh, âIâm pretty sure weâve done that plenty of times before.â
You shook your head, âWeâve never done it in a bathroom at a party.â
He smirked as he pulled out of you and adjusting your clothes for you. He gave your ass a gentle slap, âI should make you jealous more often.â
You rolled your eyes and turned around to face him, âSo what if I was jealous.â
He kissed you, âYou have nothing to be jealous of. Iâm yours.â
You smiled softly as your heart swelled, âRafe maybe we should tell people.â
His eyes widened slightly, âReally?â
You couldnât help but laugh at his excitement, âmhmm I want to go on dates here in town. I want to be the one who has your attention all night and when I get too drunk you drive me home.â
He smiled, âSounds perfect.â
After fixing yourselves to look presentable again you opened the door and led Rafe out not really thinking. But before you could even step through the doorway you were face to face with Lindsey who had a scowl on her face.
âFinally,â she rolled her eyes but then she saw the person standing behind you, âoh thatâs where you disappeared to?â that scowl never leaving her.
Rafe nodded with a smirk, âMy girl needed me.â
You blushed as you stepped past her with Rafeâs hand in yours with smiles plastered on both your faces.
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I have a question, if itâs not too much trouble, but when d-16, babybee and a part of the high guard get captured by arachnid and sentinelâs troops and then taken to sentinels tower, is babybee placed in a kids playpen with high walls to prevent him from escaping and maybe some kids toys to keep him occupied, or is he being held gently but firmly by one of sentinelâs guards?
oh. Oh dear heart.
No :D That'd be way too nice of Sentinel :D Either option just aren't evil enough-
kof kof angst under the cut
Dee gained consciousness quickly. Hands tied and forced to his knees in the traitorâs golden chamber. A quick look around let him see half of the high guard- he felt a sense of relief that he didnât see Bee. He was still with Orion then, he hoped.Â
Then anger.Â
Anger.Â
Fury.
He wanted to kill. Images flashing in his head of how heâd do it. Slowly? Quickly? So many possibilities. None satisfying enough as they compared little how the real deal would feel. His blood thirst rose with each passing moment. He couldnât wait to extinguish Sentinelâs spark.Â
Soon enough he heard the doors open and the fucker paraded as he talked. Dee didnât listen. He looked at the ground, optics focused. Tension in the room was so thick he could lick it.Â
Only when he was closer that he bothered to listen to what he said.
âAh, D-16 what a tragic story youâll beâ He didnât look up Atop your leaderboard in your sector, secretly a traitor.âÂ
His blood froze when he heard a painfully familiar voice above him. Scared and small like it should never be-
âHeâs not! Youâre the traitor!â Bee spoke up to defend his friend.Â
His helm snapped up to look and his blood boiled at seeing Sentinel holding Bee in his arms. The sparkling clearly anxious as he tried to lean away from him- but was firmly held in place.Â
Sentinel smiled at Bee, poking his chest a bit too hard for it to be playful âUh-uh, they are traitors. All of them. Theyâve been working with the Quintessence to sabotage my expeditions.â He looked down at Dee with a grin that made him want to rip it off with his teeth. âAnd not to mention stealing a precious sparkling⌠have you no shame?âÂ
âN-none of that is true!â Bee exclaimed- If stares could kill, Sentinel would be reduced to ash as he wrapped his hand around Beeâs mouth and head. Hoisting him up so they could be at eye level, forcing him to look into his optics.Â
âOh it is! Everyone will say so when I execute them in front of all Iacon- especially when they learn the sparkling didnât survive.â He brought his helm closer to Beeâs, their foreheads almost touching âThis is my playground, little one. The truth is what I make it.âÂ
Dee slammed his feet to the floor and stood up. Sentinel let go of Beeâs face to look at him. Amused at getting a rise out of him. Deeâs optics stayed on Bee, his rage only growing as he saw his tiny servo reach to him. Blue optics wide and frame shaking slightly.Â
Sentinel casually angled his body so Bee couldnât reach him.Â
He was going to kill that blue fuck.
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The Lottery I
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From me: I thought I would close out 2024 with a mini-series. I'm hoping for shorter parts but I should be able to post on a regular basis (Mondays). You should see MANY similarities to my favorite show. I have been planning this one for over a year. I really hope you enjoy đ
Warnings: angst (?) fluff
Summary: Small towns have the biggest romances and the best view of the moon.
âI donât know how you ended up there,â Bailey shook her head.
âBails,â she laughed. âI Googled it. Itâs cute.â
The little town was adorably cute. The kind of place where the Christmas-hating CEO female lead in the movie would fall head over heels for the place in a month because of the small-town charm. It was about thirty minutes outside the city but with traffic it could take up to an hour. It was quaint. The exact kind of place she could envision her little dream.
âYour house is good?â Bailey asked. She nodded, flipping the camera to show her the little place she found to live in. Two stories. But the second floor was small. A bedroom, a bathroom, and a small room for storage. Maybe in the right light it could be a small office, but it would be better holding all her books. The bottom floor was open. Living room, dining area, and a kitchen. Down the hall was another bathroom and her bedroom. Right now, it was filled with boxes and no clear markers for any of the rooms. Her furniture was misplacedâthe table in the living room, the TV on top of it, the couch was near the kitchen, and the lamps were atop the counters in the kitchen.
It wasnât perfect, but it was home.
Moving in was second to her priorities. So the boxes would stay, her clothes haphazardly falling out of boxes, the iron on top of the island in the kitchen to get the wrinkles out of her blouses. âNeighbors are good?â
âIâve only met Edith and David. Theyâre about sixty-five years old and hilarious. Edith is insistent on having tea by the end of the week and David wants to set me up with his grandson.â
âI canât imagine you outside the city,â Bailey sounded wistful.
âItâll be good for me to be away from all the big lights. I missed the stars... and the moon,â her voice was filled with fondness. Like the moon was her old friend she hadnât seen in a while.
âWe could see the moon in the city,â Bailey reminded her.
It wasnât just the moon, it was the stars, and silence that the city never allowed. âItâs not the same and you know it.â
âYou know babe...â Bailey trailed off. âYou look... happy.â
She was. Really happy. The kind of happiness that couldnât be faked because she was supposed to be happy. The kind of happiness that would make anyone jealous. And why shouldnât she be happy? She was young, basically fresh out of college, ready to start her own business, and do everything she wanted on her own.
âI am happy,â she nodded and looked at her best friend through FaceTime. âI know everyone thinks Iâm crazy. Try not to let them be too mean to me. Iâm... Iâm good,â she promised. âThis is good.â
âYou know,â Bailey grinned and shook her head. âI think youâre right.â
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She wore her lucky dressâthe one that she is certain got her a scholarshipâand chose a pair of flats over heels because in her quick self-tour of the town she noted the brick sidewalks were likely to take out her ankle. She made sure every single strand of her hair wasnât out of place. She wanted this to be a good impression. All her books and shows told her that small towns were lovely, but she was an outsider. It was possible that they wouldnât love a newcomer and so she didnât want to make it seem like she was changing everything.
But since it was her first night in her new home, there was nothing to eat. Nor to cook with even if she wanted to. Maybe if she had a loaf of bread, she could find her toaster in one of the boxes. Moving on her own was tough but she was proud of herself. Another check she could mark on her to-do list.
Her first order of business was securing her business. However, that couldnât be done on an empty stomach. She locked the door to the little home she now owned. The trim needed a coat of paint, and she desperately needed to buy a lawn mower. Some of the windows needed to be replaced. She tried opening one of them and nearly threw her back out. The bushes in front of the little porch needed to be trimmed or taken out altogether.
But it was home, and it was lovely. She was excited to do it on her own. It made her feel proud.
Her family was far away. Honestly, it was for the best. They thought it was a terrible idea for her to move, maybe because they couldnât depend on her any longer. If she thought too long about it, she got upset. But this was good. She was doing what her grandma believed she could do. What her grandpa wanted her to do.
With a family far away, her place was filled with boxes. Hardly anything was unpacked. It was a miracle she found her lucky dress but perhaps that was why it was so lucky. With the distance between them, it was easier to ignore the group chat. Easier to not feel obligated to help her family.
Theyâre adults, honey. Theyâll figure it out.
She hoped her grandma was right.
Her friends were still in the city. Completely shocked she left the hustle and bustle for a small-town place. Their lack of support or what they passed off as worry made her nervous all the same. How would it survive? But she researched the perfect place and took plenty of time setting up everything she needed so she was ready to go when she graduated.
The only thing she wished could be different, was that her grandparents got to see her.
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The main part of town felt like a city. But way friendlier. People shouted in the middle of the road. Kids ran across the road to the school. There were very few cars but even the ones present parked illegally and the officer strolling the sidewalks didnât pay any mind to it. It was adorable. It felt like she was in a Disney movie, and she wanted to sing.
The center green was being set up with seats and banners. People were on walkie-talkies directing more items about the area. The space was warm and cozy. Like where she could spend the day reading in the grass and have a picnic with herself or a friend.
God, she hoped she made some friends. It seemed possible. Everyone was so nice. They all knew each other. That was evident. It was so comforting, exactly the change she wanted and needed, and she prayed they wouldnât hate her for trying to bring something new to their little place.
As her stomach reminded her once more of its presence and emptiness, she approached the diner on one side of the main street. Squished between the post office and a shoe store. Someone was exiting as she opened the door, so she gestured for them to exit before she proceeded. âThank you, darling,â the man tipped his hat to her.
With one deep breath, she entered.
It was like she was the new girl at school. The second she crossed the threshold of the diner, everyone stared at her. There wasnât a voice to be heard, the only sound coming from behind the counter in the kitchen. âUh... hi,â she swallowed. Quietly, she made her way to the counter and situated herself at the end of it away from everyone else.
Sure, she wanted to be part of the community and wanted to be liked, but she didnât want to force it. The place continued to be quiet, although the murmuring began. No doubt everyone whispered about her. âNo newcomers lately, I guess,â she mumbled under her breath and pulled out her folder of paperwork to go over it again.
Youâre going to crush it! Baileyâs message read. She smiled gratefully, feeling her heart slow. She was wearing her lucky dress. It was going to happen. She was going to be happy no matter what.
âShit!â It was paired with the distinct sound of something shattering. She turned directly to the sound as did everyone else in the place and she was on her feet immediately. It wasnât anything major, a coffee mug on the floor.
âJesus, honey, watch it!â It was an older woman who scolded her husband with a light thwack on the arm.
âI didnât mean to, Alice!â
âHarry!â Someone called.
âJusâ a second,â the voice was from the back, low, almost like it didnât want to be heard. He must have been cooking or something because there was a commotion in the back behind the kitchen door. She didnât think much of it because she was worried that poor Alice and her husband were going to get hurt picking up the broken shards or slip in the mess of spilled coffee on the floor.
âI can help,â she offered and crouched near the older womanâAliceâas she struggled to grab the pieces. âHere,â she grabbed a rag off the counter even though she had never been there and it wasnât her place to do so. Gently she pushed the broken pieces and coffee into a neat little pile sopping up the mess as best she could.
âWell, arenât you sweet,â Alice chimed. âThank you.â
âHappy to help,â she smiled politely.
âDid you just move here?â She asked. Perhaps that would satiate the whispering.
âYes, maâam.â
âWhere are you living?â
âOh... um... Oak Street,â she stammered. It probably didnât help her newness that she stammered. But her new address was new; she was still getting used to it.
âOh, Hollistonâs place! Itâs a lovely home,â someone called from across the room.
âYâdonât have tâdo that,â it was the same voice that called from the back but now right next to her.
âOh...â Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him. Did time seem to stop? That couldnât be right. She wasnât going to have a crush on the first guy she met on her first official day as a resident of the small town. âI donât mind,â she said quickly looking up at him from her crouched position. âHappy to help and...â She stopped speaking again as he stared at her. His eyes were pretty, even if he looked grumpy. His mouth was set in a frown, and she noticed that once more everyone stopped speaking. âSorry,â she said and stood, scooping the mess as best she could in her hands. Coffee dripped from the rag into the puddle at her feet. She could feel the splatter on her ankles, and she was nervous to look if she had ruined her shoes. It didnât bother her, but she wasnât sure sheâd have time to head home and change before she went to the town hall.
Harry held out the tray for dirty dishes and she placed the rag, broken pieces of mug, and all into it. He dropped it on the counter about two spaces down from where her folder and purse remained. âAre you okay, maâam?â She asked softly placing a gentle hand on her arm in a comforting kind of way.
âAlice, Ed, yâokay?â Harryâshe presumedâwas quiet. It almost rubbed her the wrong way that he repeated her, but he knew them, and she didnât. So, she returned to her seat quietly after offering one more smile to Alice.
âAll good, Harry,â Ed said in return.
Harry went back around the counter and fiddled with the coffee pot. He refilled a new mug and brought it over to Ed. When he returned behind the counter he stood in front of her silently. Waiting. Not offering a word nor question.
Harry looked to be roughly her age. Handsome. If this was Davidâs grandson, she would have reconsidered his offer. But his scowl was to be desired. Made her uneasy. She wondered if this was how he always was or if it was something about her.
But she wanted to be liked. People generally didnât dislike her. It would devastate her if he did. As grumpy as he seemed, she wasnât going to shy away from her own personality. âDo yâwant something?â
âWhatâs your favorite?â She asked glancing from the menu to him.
He rolled his eyes. âI donât have a favorite.â
She blinked. He worked here. Did he own it? That would be crazy, he was so young. But she was young and about to own her business too. So who was she to judge his age? âHow can you not have a favorite?â
âI like it all,â he shrugged.
âYou seriously donât have a favorite?â
âSince I own the diner,â he was explaining it like she was a toddler, âeverything is good.â
âWell...â she took a deep breath. It wasnât that she was one of those people who assumed everyone would like her, but it was... different to work for friendliness. Bailey told her she had the kind of face that would work wonders in sales. Everyone just opened up to her.
But not Harry. Harry was stoic as could be. It barely looked like he was breathing. Other than the irritation in his eyes, he had a really nice face. Smooth skin, angular jaw, and just pretty features that were probably wasted on someone so grumpy. But she could see something flicker in his eyes. Something that she wasnât sure he wanted anyone to see which is why it was merely a flicker.
Was this grumpy man amused? By her?
â...Do you have a recommendation then?â
âAnything. Itâs all good,â he was clearly over this exchange.
She thought she could get him to budge but it didnât seem that way. This was the fast track to nowhere. Not the impression she wanted to make on her first official day in town. Sighing, she glanced at the specials board. âYou have peach pancakes?â
âYes.â
âDo you have white chocolate chips?â
Harry sighed, exasperated with the conversation, and she hadnât even ordered her coffee yet. âYup...â he was staring at her like this was going to kill him. Or he was going to kill her.
âCan I have one of each? Peaches and white chocolate chip?â
âWhat?â He seemed surprised. Which was interesting because surely it couldnât have been crazy. Peaches and white chocolate chips had to be popular if he had them. He shook his head. âNo.â
âWhy not?â She frowned.
âBecause sâextra work tâmake a whole batch of peachpancakes and chocolate chip. One or the other.â
Maybe it was his tone or her frustration. The nerves of heading to town hall after breakfast. The piss-poor impression she was making at the extremely local diner where everyone seemed to know Harry. Even though he was grumpy they still ate there. It was obvious this wasnât their first day being there. They still called out for him when the mug shattered even though she was more than capable of helping.
But she didnât want to take no for an answer. Maybe if he had placated her or smiled. Or if he just didnât look at her like she was the bane of his existence she wouldnât have pressed. âBut... I donât want one or the other. I want one of each.â
âGet âem mixed together or donât have âem,â he shrugged.
âBut if I get them mixed together, the peaches will sink to one side or slide off all together. The chocolate chips always sink to the bottom. So the ratio in each bite will be off. Iâve tried it before; it just doesnât blend well.â
âIf I make yâone peach and one white chocolate chip, then all mâratios will be off. Iâll have tâpurchase different quantities of peaches and chocolate chips.â
âThat seems a little dramatic for one plate ofâ"
âSâmy diner! Jusâ order whatâs on the menu or order four pancakes.â
âThatâs absurd! I doubt Iâll even eat one whole pancake!â
Harry swallowed hard, his jaw flexing tight. Briefly he looked at the ceiling and then back at her. His voice was quieter when he spoke. âOrder whatâs on the menu or donât order atâ"
âFine! Two peach pancakes!â
Honestly, she has no idea why she was arguing in the first place. It was idiotic and childish but there was something about the grumpiness that was off-putting and made her uncomfortable. Perhaps it was solely because he didnât seem to like her, and she was trying really hard to fit in and he was the only person she had met so far that was close to her own age. If she could get him to like her, then maybe she wouldnât be friendless and lonely.
With another large sigh (like it was painful for him to be standing near her) he rolled his eyes and headed to the back to make her breakfast. She wouldnât be surprised if he poisoned them.
The diner was still quiet, and she could feel eyes flicking over to her repeatedly, their gazes heating her up with knowledge she was being watched. To keep her cool, she continued flipping through her paperwork folder and scrolled on her phone.
About ten minutes later, Harry returned holding her plate. It was practically silent again. The show that ensued was not forgotten by the other customers. Harry failed to hide his interest in her paperwork and failed to hide the fact he was reading whatever was in front of her. It didnât bother her, honestly. She wanted to be an open book. Especially in a small town and especially with the guy that looked beyond irritated with her.
Trying again was insanity. But she was nothing if not one for perseverance. âDo you know what time the town hall opens? I tried to find a time online butâ"
Harry snorted. âTown Hall doesnât do online. Sâwhenever Sutton gets there tâunlock.â
She blinked. Small towns. âWhenâs that?â
âUsually before nine-thirty.â
âUsually?â
Harry shrugged, placing the plate in front of her. She could smell cinnamon and maple. Of course, the peaches were starting to caramelize as well and so it really looked utterly delicious. âSometimes he forgets his alarm. Then sâbefore ten-thirty.â
She raised her eyebrows. âAlright,â she nodded. âHey,â she called quietly as Harry turned to leave. âDo you do tabs? Iâm probably going to be here every morning before work. Itâs fine if you donât. Just... figured it would easier.â
Did it get even quieter? Harry had a way with sighing. Heavily. Like talking to her and thinking were the two greatest and hardest tasks heâd ever been given in his life. Her eyes quickly darted around the place. There were enough tables to seat about twenty people plus five seats at the counter. It was busyânot crowded or full, but busy. It was just after the morning commute group had left; she had to imagine. The hustle of the nine-to-five crowd was long gone. âSure,â he shook his head. âEvery Friday.â
She was certain she didnât imagine it that time. The entire place was silent for another ten seconds before the low murmur picked up again.
âOkay, thank you. I just... moved into town and I had no food at my house.â
âWhose house?â
âIâm sorry?â
âWhose house did yâbuy?â
âOh... uh... the Hollistonâs?â Was that the name someone said a few moments ago? It had to be because no one corrected her, and it was apparent everyone was listening to her to talk to Harry.
âNice couple,â she supposed she got it right then. âDo you want coffee?â He asked.
Was this him warming up to her? It was interesting. It wasnât exactly warm, but it wasnât arguing. Which she liked. Although arguing with him was kind of... fun in its own way. But she needed a friend before she argued with him for hours on end.
âOh, yes,â she nodded quickly. âPlease. Thank you.â Was it hot in there? Harry was attractiveâeven if he was grumpy. A sour face usually turned her off immediately. But with Harry... it didnât seem so grumpy anymore. Especially now that he stopped arguing with her. The crease between his eyebrows disappeared. His frown turned to a more neutral expression. She swore that flicker of amusement was back again. âThis is a really cute town,â she remarked.
Harry ignored the comment as he poured her a mug of steaming coffee and placed a little plate of cream and sugar packets beside it. âWhat brings yâhere?â He asked. She did hear his skepticism like maybe he was going to kick her out before she unpacked if she wasnât good enough for the clique-y village.
âOh,â she swallowed. âIâm hoping to open a book shop.â
Harry tilted his head at her, surprise all over his face and she couldnât figure out for the life of her why that would be. âOh?â
âYeah.â
He nodded. Approval? Was she in the club? âAlright, well... welcome, I guess. Let me know if yâneed help with the water at yâhouse. It always gave the Hollistonâs trouble in the winter, and Iâd have tâgo over and fix it. Donât want yâpipes tâfreeze.â
That was it. He walked away. She watched the grumpy, attractive man tend to the tables, cleaning, and serving all by himself. The others were patient. There was no rushing to get to work like it was Starbucks and everyone quietly waited their turn. There wasnât a lot of small talk with Harry, but people smiled at him. Like they knew him from the time he was a baby. Maybe they did.
She hoped he would warm up to her. It would be nice to have a friend like him.
Turning to her breakfast, she cut into both pancakes stacked on top of one another, brought a bite of the two little pieces to her mouth after drowning it in enough maple syrup to make the man look at her suspiciously from across the room.
There was no way someone was that concerned about ratios of one patron. He could be grumpy all he wanted, but Harry was dramatic too. (Even if it was way more syrup than she needed, and he probably had a point in worrying about syrupâespecially if she was going to be there every day.)
But as the bite hit her tastebuds, she had to look down and see it for herself.
One pancake was peach and the other was white chocolate chip.
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Eddie hasn't answered the phone in nearly two days which, post Chrissy, post Vecna, post end of the world (averted), post every thing, is a wholly unacceptable amount of time.
Steve does a round robin on the walkie; everyone suddenly realizes they haven't heard from him either. Steve volunteers to go over.
He raps on the front door of the little two bed place Wayne owns now, a little government recompense after they took the trailer away to study, or whatever. Also quite a bit of 'take the house and keep your mouth shut,' kind of thing, Steve figures.
Wayne looks tired when he opens the door, kinda droopy, which Steve knows means he's really tired. Like, holding form is becoming a smidge difficult kind of tired.
Steve slips in fast, 'sorry Wayne, Eddie's van wasn't at his place so I figured he was here,' which he must be, because Eddie's van is here, and not outside his shiny new trailer, 'he hasn't been answering the phone.'
'He's here kid but he's kind of...having a rest day?' Wayne hedges. He's bad at lying, just like Eddie, Steve knows something is up.
'Can I see him, just for a second? Just check all is good?' Wayne gets Steve's protective nature, after everything that happened, he knows Steve likes to look after his people. He also knows Steve can keep a secret, only Steve and Robin know about Eddie and Wayne's shape shifting ability - carrying Eddie out of the upside down, convinced Eddie was about to die, only to have Eddie's glittery insides do something wholly unexpected was...well, Steve knows, is the thing.
Eddie also wins at doing impressions, since he can actually turn into movie stars, and that's kind of cool. Steve always likes watching Eddie turn back into himself though, maybe because of the crush he's been nursing.
Wayne caves, and Steve knows it's bad when he finds Eddie in the bin. He's shimmery and silver, and nearly tipping out the edges. He sloshes a little when Steve walks in, 'hey man, you didn't even make it to the bath? You want me to tip you out?'
Nothing, but the overhang wave of Eddie goo turns, hanging over the far lip of the big trash can. Like Eddie just turned his back.
'Uhm. I just. I just wanted to check you were okay? You know? Everyone's kind of worried.'
Eddie ripples. Like a sigh.
Eddie sloshes out of the bucket, his form building upwards until Steve is standing in front of...Nancy? Wearing a torn Dio shirt and plaid sleep pants.
'Eddie...that's kind of weird man.'
'I know!'. He waves Nancy's arms around, ' I know okay! But I can't stop it!'
'What...you're stuck? As Nancy.'
'Kinda', Eddie hedges, his ability to lie as bad as Wayne's.
'What does that mean?'
Eddie huffs, and shifts again...into Farah Fawcett. He crosses her arms over his now ample chest.
'Eddie...what is going on?'
Eddie shifts again, the hot brunette from the horror movie they watched two weeks ago, Steve can't remember the actresses name. He remembers saying she's hot though.
'Steve just...I'm having some kind of crisis, okay. It's just a bit of a...block. Just give me a few days and I'll be right as rain.'. Heather Locklear explains.
'Eddie...come on man, there's clearly something up.'
'This is so embarrassing.'
'Just tell me, okay? It can't be anything that bad, I won't judge.'
'It can be that bad,' Michelle Pfeiffer whines from behind her hands.
'Eddie...I'm not leaving until you spill.'
'I really...like you...' which, coming from Olivia Netwon-John, probably fulfils some sort of fantasy for Steve, but he has to remind himself he's thrilled to hear it from Eddie, too. 'So now I'm stuck, trying to be someone you actually want.'
'I...oh.'
'Yeah.'
'Well, I really want Eddie. So does that fix it?'
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'Its not. I've had a crush on you for ages. I'm not going to kiss you when you look like someone whose not Eddie.'
Eddie slowly melts back into himself, 'you're not?' he asks weakly.
'Nope, I can now though-'
'I'm back!!!' Eddie runs his hands all over himself, disappearing into the bathroom, checking the mirror he shouts, 'it's me! I'm me again! Oh thank fuck! Do you know how stressful that was! Having big tits is hell on your back-'
Eddie rambles, and Steve waits patiently for him to remember they could be making out right now.
Your friend, a shapeshifter (a secret you've kept since childhood) hasn't answered your texts in days, so you head to their home. Upon arriving, you find that they're in the middle of an existential crisis; they can't remember how to turn back into their original, human form.
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11/26/24; 10:00pm
sylus x fem.reader (non mc)
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notes: once a sylus girly, always a sylus girlyâŚ
admittedly, your first meeting with sylus occurred in a more⌠unorthodox manner.
that night, you had just gotten off a late shift at work, feeling the cool air cause slight shivers to course through you. you hug your coat tighter to your form all while taking in your surroundings.
as you kept walking, you became aware of a suspicious pair of footsteps that seemed to follow your every move.
when you stopped, the same lingering steps would stop as well.
each time you would turn a corner or dash to the other side of the street-
you swore you could feel the hairs raising at the back of your neck at the strange sensation of being watched and followed.
not wishing to lead this bastard straight to your apartment, your eyes take in the sight of the neon lights that flash above you, reading the name of the bar as you entered crowâs haven for the first time.
the bar was dimly lit with a surprising number of patrons all scattered throughout the area. as your eyes take in the lavish furniture and the expensive alcohol everyone was consuming, you slowly began to realize just how out of place you were while in this high class bar.
the sounds of doors opening makes you stiffen, with you looking back to see an unfamiliar man walk in, dark eyes scanning the bar before landing on your frozen form. letting out a string of curses, you turn away from the entrance and began heading deeper inside of the bar, your gaze finally landing on a tall man with silver locks of hair.
you take in the sight of his pristine, black and red suit and make a beeline toward him. your hands reach out to grab at the ends of the expensive fabric, earning you a momentary look of disdain from the man as he acknowledges you with a narrowed, crimson gaze.
âwhat��s this? has a kitten gotten lost and found her way into a crowâs lair?â
shivers were felt running down your spine at the sound of his rich voice felt reverberating in your ear. âs-sorry, but, i need your help. can you pretend to be my boyfriend, at least until that fucker backs off?â
the man immediately straightens his posture, towering over you as he stood well past 6 feet in height. he places a hand on your shoulder, already seeing the unknown man making his way toward you.
âdidnât i tell you how dangerous it is to talk to strangers, sweetie?â you allow him to take a protective stance in front of you, gazing at the man who stalked you with a bored expression.
âhey man, i donât mean no harm, just wanted to talk to that pretty lady over there.â the man gestures at you, yet before he can take another step a sudden click was heard, causing your stalkerâs eyes to go wide when he was suddenly faced with a barrel of a gun.
âsheâs mine.â those final words rang with such finality that you nearly fell to your knees. have you ever met a man that exuded such confidence before in your life? a man whoâs beauty could rival that of gods themselves-
no, absolutely not.
the man backs away while stuttering out excuses, and to add insult to injury, your savior merely snaps his fingers as several men surrounded your potential stalker before physically escorting him out of the club.
relief courses through you, and you watch as your savior returns his gun back into the confines of his suit. the bartender already tends to him, refilling his shot glass of whiskey. as you take a moment to calm down your rapidly beating heart, you carefully step aside, âah, thank you⌠for helping me back there. i should⌠probably head home-â
he stops you from moving forward by gently gripping at your wrist, âi donât think thatâs a good idea, kitten. after all, if you leave my safety, then thereâs a chance that heâs standing out there, waiting for you.â crimson eyes now shone with amusement while he downs his shot of whiskey in a single gulp, not even fazed by the burn of the alcohol, âand iâve already told him that youâre mine, kitten.â
unable to speak, you watch as he leans forward to take your hand in his, pressing a kiss at the back of it before telling you, âthe nameâs sylus⌠and i donât mind keeping you under my protection until things settle down. what do you say?â
truthfully, you would be a fool not to take him up on his offer.
which lead you to where you are now, where sylus has been your âfake boyfriendâ for close to two years now.
and that fact made you feel so giddy and stupidly in love with him.
sunlight streams through the window, painting your shared bedroom in brilliant hues. too happy to sleep in, you had woken up first to prepare some breakfast in bed for sylus in celebration of your anniversary. with several breakfast items on the tray, you tiptoe into the room, your smile breaking into a grin upon seeing sylus sleeping on his chest.
setting off your tray of breakfast to the side, you crept closer to the bed, wishing to tease your beloved a bit this morning. doing a countdown in your head, you land against sylusâs back, earning a grunt from him as you littered his skin with a plethora of kisses.
âhehe, morning sysyâŚâ
sylus lets out a series of grumbles, slowly turning around so that he was lying back in bed while taking you within his embrace. âhmph⌠youâre up early. and youâre hyper, too.â
you gasp, âi am not hyper! iâm just incredibly happy today⌠and you know what today is, so donât even pretend.â
a rich chuckle fills your ears, making you shiver once more in response. despite the millions of times you have basked in his voice, you couldnât seem to get used to it, as it still sent pleasant sensations to course through you.
âtruly⌠thinking back on that night when we first met- i was scared. i didnât want some creep to know where i lived-â
âand so the lost kitten made her way inside a crowâs lair, seeking shelter.â a devilish grin spreads across sylusâs lips when he presses a quick kiss against your lips, âand the crow took pity on her and made a promise to keep her safe.â
âyeahâŚâ you trail off and smile at the memory. deep down, you knew you were drawn to sylus and could sense that he was more than capable of protecting you.
you didnât regret meeting him at all.
shaking your head, you break out of your reveries and smile back at sylus, âthatâs why, i really wanted to celebrate our two year anniversary together. i decided to start off by making some breakfast in bed for you.â
you gesture towards the desk, earning a pleased hum from sylus. âi must say, thatâs very thoughtful of you, kitten. however⌠i hope you wonât be too upset when i tell you that the type of hunger i have cannot be satiated by something as simple as food.â he frames at your face, smirk seeming to widen when he captures a lock of your hair and twirls it against his fingertips, âin fact, what i crave for is something far more decadent.â
âhuh? what do you mean?â
sylus simply shakes his head, âinstead of answering with words, why donât i show you with my actions?â
âoh⌠okayâŚ?â
you trail off, feeling your lips turn dry when sylus moves down your body, settling himself between your legs as he pushes up the fabric of your oversized shirt. his crimson gaze focuses solely on you while he breathes in your scent, settling his lips against your inner thigh. keeping his eyes shut, he basks in your scent before using one of his hands to grip at the waistband of your panties.
already, you felt the moisture beginning to pool between your legs, your breathing slowly turning labored when sylus pulls your panties down the rest of the way using his teeth alone. amusement and desire paints his gaze as he meets your slicked core, taking in the scent of your honeyed arousal before delving into your walls with his tongue.
the wet muscles was felt pushing inside of you, giving you such a hedonistic friction that had to be sinful with how good it felt. your hands automatically go into his hair, and you found yourself pressing your aching sex even deeper against him. sylus was relentless when it came to tasting you, drinking up all you had to offer as he made sure that not even a single drop of your arousal fell against the sheets.
playing your body with a familiar expertise, your back arches against the mattress as your climax rushes out of you in waves, your gasps quickly morphing into broken moans of his name, earning a pleased grunt from the onychinus leader.
your mind was in a daze after such an intense release, yet you remained in such a muddled state even as sylus pulled you closer to him by your ankles. rapid movements were felt below you, and when you blearily looked to the side, you felt your walls clench in response to sylus rapidly stroking his cock to full hardness before he presses his mushroom tip against your entrance.
âyou drive me crazy, kitten. ever since the moment i laid eyes on you, you were truly mine.â he completes his statement by fully thrusting into you, bottoming out while setting a rapid pace. your legs wrap around his waist as you felt a newfound urgency at reaching your completion with him. the squelching sounds of your lovemaking echoes throughout the room while sylus continues to press lingering kisses against your damp skin all while hotly whispering into your ear-
âhappy anniversary, sweetie⌠letâs celebrate by never leaving this bed.â
end notes: an unedited thirst post that needs to be written for all of the sylus girlies out there (⺣âĄâşŁ)âĄ
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
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I read your drew fic with the arrest and I loved it!! I was wondering if reader was preforming bed chem outro instead of the back up singer itâs Drew and they get a little to carried away in front of the crowd. If That makes senseđ
bed chem ⯠DREW STARKEY
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summary drew coming on stage at the very end of your song and you both get lost in the moment for a second in front of fans.
warning(s) mentions of intimate positions, kissing, touching.
Earlier in the show, you arrested Drew, your boyfriend, for being too hotâ everyone in the arena went crazy seeing him. What they aren't expecting to Drew making a second appearance.
At the very end of bed chem one of your backup dancers will come into frame holding a camera on his shoulder, and when the curtain closes you pretend to do intimate things then the stage lights go off.
Prior to the show you asked Drew if he would be okay to go thisâ he agreed. Making sure he's comfortable was your first priority. He talked about different ways coming on stage that were so funny.
You start singing the final chorus of bed chem on your knees, legs wide out and free hand in front of you as you lean forward. The curtain signal is about to close. From the corner of your vision, you can see Drew approaching with the camera on his shoulder, dressed in dark pants and a white tank topâfans immediately began to cheer as he entered the frame.
He looked so good you couldn't control the redness of your cheeks spreading like a teenager seeing their crush.
To make the moment better, you sway your body around on the bed, allowing yourself to relax. Drew is looking at you with a smile on his face as he gets closer to the edge of the bed.
Motioning him to get closerâ he lifts one leg on the bed as the curtain makes its way around the bed. Slowly setting down the camera on the edge of the bed.
You moved closer to Drew, pressing your bodies together in a false display of intimacy. Drew played along well, massaging your sides as he drew you closer. The crowd's cheers intensified, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch.
You leaned in and kissed Drew deeply, as the curtain began to close behind you. The kiss was supposed to be a tease, a staged performance for the spectators, but you found yourself becoming lost in it.
Drew's hands crept up to cradle your face, his touch soft yet forceful. You forgot about the crowd, the cameras, and everything. It was just you and Drew, completely lost in each other.
Your hands drag down his bare chest, and he leaps forward into you at the gentleness of your touch, sending lightning down your body.Â
Once the lights turn off you both pull away from each other. Everything in your body right now is all over the place you think you are gonna explode. You are breathing heavily.
"You always know how to put on a show," he said quietly, his voice hoarse.
You giggled softly, your fingertips tracing the contour of his jawline. "And you always know how to make it unforgettable."
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Tommy is cleaning his hands when his phone goes off with a flurry of texts. Wiping his fingers meticulously to be rid of the engine grease, he takes a quick peek at the screen and freezes.
It's Evan.
Tommy isn't sure he's ready to talk to Evan, or text him. In the past, when he broke up with his partner amicably, they'd be talking again within four to five days, just leaning more heavily on the friendship aspect of their past.
But with Evan Buckley, Tommy doubts he can ever be just friends with him. Maybe it's a recency bias. Maybe he's not recovered enough from the self inflicted wound. But Evan haunts his dreams and waking hours: the latter with the shocked, blank expression Tommy left behind him that night; the former by their happier, most intimate moments.
Still, that doesn't mean Tommy is going to leave Evan out to dry if Evan is reaching out. Also, what if Evan needs his help?
Tommy opens their chat. He hasn't amended Evan's contact from Evan đ to a more neutral E. Buckley. He probably never will.
Evan đ: Eddie is leaving
Evan đ: going to TX
Evan đ: i know he has to go to get Chris but hes not just going away hes buying a house there
Evan đ: it hurts
Evan đ: everyone leaves
Evan đ: im doomed aren't i? id leave me too if i could. just go away from all this
Evan đ: anyway. thanks i guess.
Evan đ: for 6 months when i got to forget loneliness
Tommy reads through it again and the final message guts him. He clenches his hand around the phone.
If he goes to see Evan, he will be hurting himself; Evan is vulnerable right now and will likely take him back, no questions asked, just to feel like he has someone with him. Tommy will still have his heart shattered to smithereens when Evan comes to his senses. It will be a selfish, short-term panacea for Tommy to go to Evan, for the both of them. Evan will feel even worse after, because by then he'll feel guilty about breaking up with Tommy because he will see that Tommy's right.
But how can Tommy leave the man he loves suffering like this? Aching for a connection that stays, for someone to be his.
Tommy bites the inside of his cheek and shuts his eyes. Then he grabs his keys and throws on his jacket.
Fine. For Evan, he will do it. Even if in days, weeks, months, years, Evan suddenly sees that it isn't Tommy he wants, that Tommy just happens to be convenient, and he decides to walk away from Tommy... Tommy will take it. He'll never be able to walk away from Evan another time and survive it, he knows. He could move to the other end of the world and yearn in isolation then. He'll be the one who loves more, who wants more, and he'll never get it.
It's fine.
He's already given his heart. What's the rest of his life matter anyway?
When he gets to the loft, he's welcomed by Evan's shocked expression that erupts into joy and relief. Evan throws himself into Tommy's arms, clinging and kissing, dragging him inside the space and up into his bed, and through it all, Tommy feels the sharp, jagged edges of his future.
And he bleeds.
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"Hey, furball?" Logan growled from the front passenger's seat. It was late. Really, really late when the X-Mansion had to be evacuated. Something something mansionâs rubble.
Everyone got out okay and you called a cousin to house all these displaced mutants, but after the hustle and bustle of everything that's happened in the last 7 hours... Yeah. You weren't surprised to see Kurt curled into himself. "Logan, he's out cold." You whisper through a smile. "We're thirty minutes away from the safe house," Logan warned before returning to the front window.
You take a moment to look at the passing terrain. All of you were bordering the Maine and the Canadian. To the point where the woods where to the two blurred served as a great hiding spot. The dark blues and blacks of night where lightening with the up coming dawn. Yet they couldnât distract you from the masterpiece youâve been sharing the backseat with. A small smile and contemptuous sigh ease you back into the comfort of knowing that heâs safe.
You've been pining for Kurt for a long time. Honestly, it's impressive. All the X-Men know outside of the object of your affection. And given your history with relationships, you were absolutely fine with that being the case.
Pinning has been your closest friend and that bitch is back to hold you through the feelings while your eyes lingered on him. The peaceful demeanor, the way his chest rose and fell in a subtle but smooth rhythm, even the reactions of his tail flicking between the crevice of his toes in response to his sweet dreams. If he even was dreaming... you hoped that he was. He deserved to dream.
Eventually, you broke away from him just to see the soft light of a⌠well⌠âWell look at what being a Potts can do for youâŚâ Morph said a little too loud as they got closer to the property. You can only tap them as a way to get them to shut up. âOne, by marriage. And Two, distant.â You gritted âDo not get used to this.â Logan chuckled lightly as he cracked open a window, allowing the soft crunch of the driveway to make itself known.
While he lit a cigar, you noticed Kurt stirring out of the corner of your eye. You leaned back in your seat as he slowly opened his tired eyes âMmmâŚâ he mumbled. You can only smile softly. As sad as you were to see his sleep interrupted, the sight before you was nothing less than adorable.
You watched as he stirred, eventually putting a hand on his knee and shake it a little âHey,⌠hey Kurt⌠cmon⌠weâre here.â You say softly. His eyes slowly open while you move your hand away. âHey hero. Cmon. We got room and board. No need to sleep in the car.â Morph snorts âLittle bit of an understatement, huh Y/n?â You give Morph an even look from the mirror, making them raise their hands in defense as they park.
âHey, hey- sor-ry!â You roll your eyes as you, Logan and Morph head out. Kurt meanwhile, takes his time to stretch. You do the same once youâre out, glancing over to Kurt through the still open door. âHey Kurt, ya alright?â He only gives a heavy yawn, to which you chuckle âYou want some help big guy?â
He shakes his head with another large yawn, showing off those fangs of his. You laugh again and close your door, making your way to his side of the car. Once you get there, you open his door to see his eyes still closed. âCmon man,â he sighs âY/n-â
âDonât start with me Kurt. I will carry you.â He manages to partially open eyes âYou would?â You nod. âJust cus Iâm not an XMan anymore dosent mean I canât pick ya up.â He smiles softly. âOk okay⌠let me get outâŚâ you offer your hand, to which he takes, guiding him out of the car. âPrincess, jump up, or fireman?â You offer even though you already know the answer. He laughs âIs that even a question?â You smile and ready your arms.
His arms immediately wrap around your neck while you ready for his legs âOne, two,âŚâ he jumps and you hold his thighs with ease. âOkay spider monkey, letâs get ya to bed.â He only sighs against your chest as you walk inside.
Tony Starkâs house shouldnât be as surprising to you by now. But every time you step into a different iteration, thereâs always a new surprise. âSmaller kitchen⌠bigger living room⌠of course the wine cabinet is next to the flat screenâŚâ you mumble as you take note of the accommodations. Kurt traces shapes into your back and arms as you do so, humming loosely to your notes âAh⌠sorry Kurt. Donât worry, just a quick trip up the stairsâŚâ you mumble into his hair. âI gotcha. Just close those eyes.â You glance to see Morph covering their mouth while Logan glances knowingly. You send them a look, gaining a knowing smile from Morph and a shake of the head out of Logan before both turn away.
You lifted Kurt up a little more and cautiously made your way upstairs. Most of the guestrooms are on the lower level and all of which are filled, knowing your coworkers. You bypass Tonyâs/Pepper's room, and head to the guestroom across from it. Peering inside allowed you to ensure that no one was in, entering as soon as the coast was clear. â Okay, Kurt⌠weâre here, buddy.â You whisper ââTime to get off the Y/n express.â You say with a chuckle. He matches it sleepily. âMy heroâŚâ he mumbled, loosening his hold on you when you carefully set him down. He hums and yawns at the mattress while you start to take your leave.
When he notices you leaving, he gets up âMmm? Warte, hey- wohin gehst du? Where are you going?â You turn back. âOh, uh⌠the couch. Or another guest room. Why?â He wakes up a little at that âHabe ich etwas falsch gemacht? Why would you?â He asks into the thick air. A blush creeps onto your face as his question stops everything. âWhat?â You whispered.
He pulls his legs up and sits on the edge of the bed âY/n, you donât have to leaveâŚâ you struggle to find your words, leaving a dense silence in the wake of his quiet offer. âY/n, I trust you. I know we've never been in a situation like this before, and you obviously donât have to if you donât want to, butâŚâ his tail disrupts the sheets on the bed from its gentle flicks back and forth. âGott, das ist vielleicht egoistisch von mir, but I wouldnât mind if you did. â You hesitate but take a step away from the door. âWould this⌠is this platonic orâŚ?â
Kurtâs eyes widened a little at that, processing the question in kind. Eventually, he holds the back of his neck and looks away âI- well ScheiĂe, ⌠what would you want it to be?â You look down. You know you can be honest with him, always. Yet this is⌠âI donât want to change anything,â he BAMFs to you, standing not even a foot away. âY/n, nothing will change if you donât want it toâŚâ he assures as he takes a half step forward.
Now youâre only a few inches apart. It felt like every inch was just another painful reminder of the barrier you may be breaking. You can only hold yourself in your arms âKurtâŚâ you mumble âIf you want what I want, then-â âThen what Liebling? Tell meâŚâ a hand ghosts and elbow. The room seems to get warmer.
âI-I want this, I do, butâŚâ his gase faulters âY/n⌠I-â you swallow âKurt⌠I donât want this to be situational or⌠or fun⌠this is- I-â you swallow your nerves and take a deep breath âItâs okay, Itâs just me Y/n.â
âYou say that like itâs supposed to assure me..â you chuckle while he smiles sheepishly. âWe donât have to talk about the implications or⌠whatever we want this to be if you donât think you can. Or if you don't want to right now.â He hesitates but ends up holding your arm. âThat can be for tomorrow. But if we do that, I need to say- that nothing. Truly, nothing will change if you donât want it to. We could stay friends,â a hint of uncertainty laces his words âOr⌠we could be more⌠I-i would like that but,â you look up to him. âYeah?â He moves his gaze from his arm to your eyes. âYes⌠yes, I truly would. If you want to, of course. I swear Y/n, do not settle for me-â
âWait wait- hold the fuck on, rewind?! What do you mean âsettle for you?ââ You say in a more normal tone, finally meeting his gaze. âIf anything you would be settling for me!" His eyes widen "Wie bitte?" he breaths, but that doesn't stop you. "And do not say that I would be settling for you when you are the most attractive X-Man!" He takes a nervous step back "What?" Shock gives way to laughter as Kurt keeps his eyes on yours, seeing your genuineness not as delirium or a potential joke. Rather for what it is, the truth.
You smile and hold his cheek âKurt, Iâm not stupid. I know what beautiful is and I'd be lucky to have even five minutes with the most gorgeous man this side of the universe.â He chuckles as a light shade of violet peaks through his fur. âWell⌠then I think we should head to bed, Ja?â You can only kiss his cheek, making his face heat up more.
This was going to be the best night of his life.
Sleepy đ´đ´đ´
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Skz meeting a pretty fan
Pairing: Ot8!skz Ă Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, just a tiny little bit of angst, headcanons
Description: their reaction to meeting a pretty fan during a fan meeting
Warnings: kind of love at first sight trope, delusional, some of them are dramatic, they are all idols, not proofread
A/n: the way it's been over a year that this has been in my drafts | daily click
Bang Chan
He was kinda of tired already so he was zoning out
When he sees you he is like "...oh"
He is so invested in your conversation
If you comment about the production behind the music he will be so happy
Genuinely loves when someone acknowledges his work so his eyes will shine and he will smile so hard while explaining everything to you
He is upset when you need to move on to the next member
Sees you laughing with the other members and he's like đ¤¨
Wonders what they did that managed to make you laugh that much
Lee Know
He would stare at you
You know when his mouth is open and you can see his eyes shining?
Yeah, that's him right now
You say hello and he would give you his nervous laugh before looking at you again with those stary eyes
I swear he is such a softie
Would listen to every single word that you say, you can tell he is paying so much attention
Autographs something for you and makes a funny drawing as well hoping you'd laugh
Side eyes the staff when they say the time is up
Even when you move to the next member and other fan is talking to him, he would still look at your direction sometimes and get so flustered if you catch him looking at you
Changbin
Starts small talk right away
Will 100% compliment you
You ask him an autograph and he wonders how bad would it be if he gave you his number instead
Like he knows he cannot do that
But maybe if he was sneaky enough...
Doesn't do it by the end but he low-key regrets it for the rest of his life
He will wake up one day after five years and be like "damn I should've given them my number"
And he will make that everyone's problem
The boys can't stand it anymore because they've heard enough about you by now đ
Convinces himself that he will see you again one day
Hyunjin
He sees you before you see him, so he is panicking
Is looking at the line all the time wondering if you will want to talk to him
Asks han if his hair looks good before it's your turn to talk to him
No but fr, he can't take his eyes off you
When you start talking he is like đŻ
You look and sound like an angel, he must be in heaven
Even after the fan meeting he can't stop thinking about you
If he's feeling bold enough, he will definitely flirt with you
Low-key forgot he was an idol and was ready to risk it all for you
Han
Might believe in love at first sight after your meeting
Compliment him once and he will get so shy
Like sir, weren't you the one flirting like two seconds agođ¤¨
Would feel so betrayed if he isn't your bias LMAO
He has like a minute and a half to convince you he's the best stray kids member and he WILL try that
And he hopes that someone will record his flirty antics and post it on tiktok just so he can find your socials
He will make all the boys stalk the internet to try to find you
"but you can't contact them even if you find their account, so what's the point?" idk bro but he wants to see you again somehow
Felix
SUCH A FLIRT
The moment he looks at you he is already trying to win your heart
Kinda forgot he was an idol pt.2
Except he didn't forget
He just doesn't care
He wants to flirt with you and that's precisely what he will do
Will even flirt through his autograph if he can
Uses any kind of excuse to make physical contact with you â¨
And side eyes the staff when they tell him it's time to move on
Like no it's not??
Seungmin
Actually pretty good at hiding his new crush??
The most normal one out here surprisingly lol
He will be able to cover it up as just "good mood" but let's be for real
It's because of you
Anyways
Will smile so much
If you compliment his smile (please do!) he will get shy but so so happy
Also steals glances when you go to the next member
He'll be talking to the next fan but ends up laughing because of something he heard you say to another one of the boys
The fan is like ?? but Seungmin is able to play it off
I.N
So dedicated to give you a good impression
If you tell him your favourite skz song is one of his solos (or that your favourite has that title because of his vocals) this man is in heaven
Forgot he was an idol pt.3 except he didn't forget
He just lowkey very lowkey didn't want to be an idol in that exact moment
Had it been on any normal occasion he would probably try to charm you over
But this was his job
He couldn't possibly get delulu over a fan đ although he was already midway to that
Ends up covering a song you said you thought would fit his voice
Sees the comments of the cover wondering each one of those were yours
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Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!
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x : LUST FOR LIFE *+ďž
in which: sunday discovers a new emotion when he's under you.
warnings: 1.5k words, sunday is B(h)ORNY and doesn't know how to deal with it, he wants reader so bad, lowkey implied switch!sunday, gn!reader being sunday's freak awakening, NO SMUT BUT UNDER 16 DNI, not edited
a/n: five likes and i'll write nsfw for sunday
What good is a leader who canât empathise with the lives of the people he was supposed to be leading?
This thought has plagued Sunday ever since he exiled himself from Penacony, since he joined the Astral Express in a journey of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the Nameless lifestyle so he can broaden the horizons that Penacony had restricted. There, he was so detached from the reality of the people he was trying to help, so trapped in a whirlwind of his own ideals to experience humanity, too buried in official duties to rejoice in the many wonders of the universe, the simple pleasures and the grandiose ones.
Since boarding, the former head of the Oak Family has experienced humiliation, desperation, and many close calls with death. It seems he underestimated how easily trouble found the Trailblazers, and the diary he carries with him has been updated with multiple entries, filled with exasperated recounts that ended with him being grateful that he is still well and unscathed.
Sunday has also experienced laughter, connection, and the bond of humankind- something he did not have before. When he controlled the Oak Family, had everyone under or at his fingertips, the only person he could depend on was himself. When Robin left to travel the cosmos, what was he to do than learn the bitter truth of independence and self-sufficiency?Â
Yet, he sits on the couches of the Astral Express and there is bound to be another by him, trying to converse with him like an old friend. He is mentioned in the conversations like an individual who they keep around because they want to, not because he is crafty, not because of what he can offer. No, he canât offer anything right now, and the crew still wants him to stay.
He learns more about humanity with each passing day.
However, perhaps one of the more puzzling feelings Sunday has had to confront was⌠infatuation.Â
Itâs a tricky feeling. It sends his heart into overdrive and his limbs to become jelly, and at the epicentre of this hurricane of uncharted territory, is you.Â
âSunday?â Your voice comes through muffled from the other side of the door. He almost jumps off his mattress at the sound.Â
âDoor is open,â he responds as calmly as possible, heart thrumming alive at the sound of your voice, beating in time with the rapid succession of your knocks.Â
The door slides open slowly to reveal you on the other side. âPom Pom just wanted to let everyone know that we will be jumping soon.âÂ
âI see, thank you for letting me know.â
âNo problem,â your gaze then flickers to the angels that flock around him and he watches as your eyes gleam with fascination.
Then, without any hesitation or reluctance, you enter his room and approach him, the door sliding closed without your weight to hold it open. You stop before him without a bow, without a formal greeting of âMr. Sundayâ- no, you stop before him like an equal, which you most certainly are. In fact, he would even think of himself below you, but Sunday needs to unlearn this assumption of hierarchy, needs to not let it define the relationships he forms, even if he looks up to you and finds you reverent.Â
âHey, Iâve never seen these little guys before!â You exclaim, sticking out a hand to act like a perch for the angel-like summons. One of them flits up to you and stays on your outstretched finger. âWell, not this close, at least.â
It keens at your praise. Like owner like summon, Sunday supposes.
âI donât tend to bring them out. They are for combat purposes,â he explains.Â
Your eyes widen slightly. âAre you trying to pick a fight with me right now?âÂ
âWhat? No! Thatâs not it-â
â-Iâm kidding, Sunday,â you snicker. âWeâre friends, I wouldnât want to fight you.â
âRight,â he exhales, âI wouldnât want to fight you either.â
âBesides, we already did once.â
He freezes at the memory, remembers when he got hit with the exact train he is currently boarding.Â
You, however, are unphased by the recollection, and even continue to rub salt in the wound. âI remember fighting against these little summons too, your owner was a real meanie, do you guys know that?âÂ
They flock around you, spinning and fluttering like little fireflies. Instinctively, Sunday covers his flustered expression with his wings, and he doesnât budge, even when he hears your laugh, the sound almost enough for him to melt into a puddle by your feet.
âHey, hey, I was kidding, sorry if I took the joke too far.âÂ
He uncovers himself with an embarrassed sigh, not meeting your eyes. âItâs okay, I think the memory is just⌠humiliating, more than anything.â
âThere are no more hard feelings. Everyone has accepted you on board and none of us think of you to be the same person you were when we first met, I promise.â
Your words are completely earnest, Sunday knows it, can feel it in the way you tell him so unabashedly. So who is he to deny it?
âThank you,â he says, finally looking up at you, âit means a lot to hear that.âÂ
âIâll say it as much as you need. Well, Iâll get out of your hair now, just prepare for the jump-â
Your sentence is interrupted by a shriek when you lose your footing, and Sunday feels it too, the force so strong that even he, while sitting, feels as if is being stretched and pulled into a miniscule hole. What he also feels is your body colliding on top of his, and his hands come to your waist to catch you in an attempt to prevent you from slipping, but itâs not enough and heâs falling with you onto the expanse of his made bed.
The Express is warping to some expanse of the universe, and his stomach drops at the sensation, spreading to the ends of his nerves before disappearing, just replaced by the extremely odd feeling of being pulled through the stars. He just hopes youâre comfortable, standing up whilst warping is tough, he heard the stories of when Stelle first tried to do it and how she fell flat on her face.Â
When the feeling of normality returns and Sunday doesnât feel like he has been stretched out, he opens his eyes and tries to take in the sight before him.
You. Your face. Centimetres away from his.
Heâs always thought you were pretty, but seeing you this close⌠perhaps just pretty is an understatement. His gaze unwillingly flicks to your lips and he wished he hadnât because suddenly the urge to sit up and lick into your mouth is raging; a fire that canât be contained.Â
Sunday wants you to push him down by the shoulders, with no gentleness or mercy, and just⌠devour him whole. His hands want to find you by the hips and pull you into him more than humanly possible, he wants you to indent yourself onto him so he can remember your taste forever, so that, in a way, you couldnât ever leave him.Â
Alternatively, he would happily flip around and pin you against the mattress. He would pry you open, explore the cavern of your mouth with his tongue and suck your sacred essence out of you so that it can stay and settle in his bones instead, replacing where marrow should be. He wants to lay you vulnerable so his hands can explore places only you want him to touch, wants to take you so that you stay forever, wants to feel your tongue against his, wants to hold your face and feel how you react when he takes his time cherishing you, revering you.Â
This feeling is too much, these thoughts are overpowering, yet nothing has ever been more clear. Sunday wants you, lusts for you, even, and heâs never felt so intensely for someone before.Â
How would the symphonies sound when they learn of the atrocities he wants to perform?Â
Temptation holds him close and infects him with a desire so strong, heâs practically frozen in place as you recover from the shock, holding yourself up with your arms that were on either side of his head.Â
âOw, Iâm sorry!â You immediately exclaim, before realising exactly what position you are in, your chests are pressed together, and youâre mortified to think about how close you were before you picked yourself off him, and- his⌠his hips⌠are pressed against yours- okay, you needed to leave as soon as possible.
You scramble off him like he had burnt you, frantically shouting apologies whilst doing so, the words clumsy and rushed, but neither of you can deny how you miss the warmth that was suddenly ripped away.Â
(If he wanted to, you could have stayed in that position with him.)
Then, before you could get anymore thoughts, you turn and practically bolt out of his room without another word, leaving a hot and bothered Sunday behind.
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#earthtooz: honkai star rail#sunday x reader#hsr x reader#sunday hsr x reader#sunday fluff#honkai star rail x reader
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welcome to surprise nadia nova how to make a visual novel tutorial
you want to 100% use ren'py i dont make the rules
its straightforward enough that simply downloading, installing and hitting the "create new project" and spamming through the menu and then opening script.rpy to see the code which will tell you like 70% of what you need to make your first vn. there no need to be afraid just because the word 'code' was mentioned. ren'py's own language is just copy pasting stuff back and forth and inserting your own names and pictures. its nothing like C# or java or whatever languages exist cause i know jackshit about any of that and dont know how to do programming
anyway, inside the main script file, script.rpy, are commented instructions on how to name a character, place a sprite, place a background, and put in text and you can basically make a vn with these things. i can not stress it enough KEEP IT SIMPLE, especially if you're starting out. making things complicated or planning massive projects is just shooting yourself in the foot. better to make 2 minute game than get stuck trying to make a epic masterpiece
writing a story is its own thing. however anyone can write and its better to write a shit story than no story. that way you have something to build on and get more comfy with your own art process. its what me and everyone else who makes vns and any other art or skill or hobby have done too.
if you like what some other vn/manga/anime/story does copy it and smash these inspirations together to make your own thing. save pictures and lines you see that get you inspired if you need inspiration and references for your own story. everything in this world is inspired by other things someone else has made. its not stealing unless you get absurd and download someone elses game and take out half the assets and put them in your own game and pretend you didnt
if you have interest do yourself a favour and make a vn. as far as game development goes its one of the most accessible options out there . ren'py is an amazing engine having all the vn necessities already in place since that allows you to just focus on the story and not have to worry about setting things up yourself and scrambling with advanced code unless you really want to
i know the jam is just ending in the following weeks and depending on when you see this post this might be outdated as hell but my yurijam server is still going and will be going until people simmer out and something new shiny takes their attention. still, its a server an people post gay shit there occasionally even outside of jams so me and many others are helpful and like answering questions to help otehrs make stuff. so i think the best way is to join the server rn and just ask questions in the help channel. better to ask stupid questions than no questions
now go make a visual novel im holding a whip and making those scary crack sounds and aiming just close enough to your feet that youre almost convinced it hit you despite your jumping and dancing and DANCE NOW DANCE MAKE A VISUAL NOVEL DANCE GET TO IT MAKE A VISUAL NOVEL DO IT NOW OR ILL GET YOUR FACE NEXT MAKE A VISUAL NOV-
anyway but for real if you really are interested make a vn cause im holding a whip and making thOSE SCARY CR-
#ren'py#renpy#visual novel#gamedev#vndev#tutorial#go maKE A VISUAL NOVEL IM HOLDING A WHIP AND NOT AFRAID OT USE IT
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so help me I will go into the screen myself
someone hug him
#oh he has PROBLEMS#yeah he's depressed and anxious and I have headcanons that.#he wakes up earlier than everyone else sometimes.#just so he can cry and get everything out while he's overwhelmed. and he's always super anxious and hates himself or somethin#like he is probably REALLY self-conscious and thinks he's not as good as he's made out to be.#And his introduction in the welcome song is barely even about him! He just was mostly talking about being FROM HIS GAME.#He didn't say much about himself because he doesn't see value in himselfâ right? RIGHT?#He doesn't think he has value as a person! It's his SOURCE MATERIAL! That's why he keeps referring back to that!#He keeps referencing how he's the most popular route in âARD: CoPââ but he never really says anything about whyâ does he?#He doesn't mention the value he has or anything! (Save when he woke up and talks about needing his beauty sleepâ but I don't count it much?#I might just be overanalyzing and stuffâ but I seriously think he's got some issues.#Also like this might be projecting lol but he feels like he definitely has a LOT of things he's hard on himself about even besides that#not even kidding#when that came on#I immediately thought of the Markiplier clip that was like#âOhâ it's adorable!â#â...ohâ it's traumatized.â#âOHâ IT HAS ANXIETY.â#Like OH MY GOD#Giorgio you poor thingâ let me hug you IMMEDIATELY#When that part started in the song then I was like possessedâ it took less than two seconds for me to open up notes and start writing thing#like headcanons and writing ideasâ you know? I really want to write about him having issues.#HE DESERVES THE WORLD#yeah this isssss probably projecting; a lot of it#ffffffffrickâ i'm gonna cry#that's a problem for future me#/// deserves a uh.#eteled's tag rambles#yeah I think that should be a thing nowâ cuz I spent over an hour tagging this lol ///
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TexAid continues to rot my brain I hope you don't mind I had an idea for Shockwave. Warning for mentioned super unethical experimentation.
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Vortex didnât remember the first day his dad had brought him to work. Heâd been too young, young enough to have stars in his eyes about giant robots and a desire to be tested by the cool machines his dad worked on, according to what heâd been told. The standard idiot child.Â
Of course that had been where him being standard had ended.Â
But that meant he had grown up at the facility, that he knew it better than almost anyone else and knew everyone in it. Which was why he was currently keeping his cockpit shut tight even as First Aid kept hammering the button to open it.Â
Shockwave, the only pilot to ever make it to retirement was on the other side of his one way red glass visor staring like he could see through it. Maybe he could. Once upon a time he had been kind. Once upon a time he had actual eyes instead of the bionic yellow glow that shrunk and grew as he focused it.Â
His mech had had a fatal accident, one that should have killed him too. But Shockwave hadnât been lucky enough to die, instead he had been a test subject, to see if machine and human could get just a little closer to being one.Â
Vortex had never liked any of his pilots enough to care but looking at Shockwave made him mentally promise First Aid that he would never let him live if he got heavily wounded in a fight. If Vortex was dying heâd take the other man with him as a mercy. Better that than this, having everything he was scooped out.Â
One metal hand came up to tap on his glass, like he was knocking on the door of a house. âVortex let me meet him, I want to see why this one is special.âÂ
First Aid stopped trying to open the visor and slunk back behind the pilot seat and if Vortex could relax he would have at having him less exposed. Vortex wondered if he should chew First Aid up a little? Make him less special? But it was too late.Â
The only consolation was that his reputation as a pilot killer protected First Aid, made him too valuable to let him be dragged down into Shockwaveâs lab for tests that werenât a guaranteed success.Â
Shockwave continued, âWouldnât you like to have a body again? The first mech to human full-translation. You're an ideal candidate for obvious reasons.â But of course that wasnât what he really wanted. No Shockwaveâs real project was human to mech translation, more than what had been done to him, on a grander scale than replacing most of a human with a machine. Shockwave was large, but he was still person sized.Â
Vortex had been smart enough to keep his existence at rumors and Shockwave couldnât prove he was in here. He was trying to use First Aid to lure him out.Â
He felt First Aidâs hands tighten on the back of the seat, as if he was ready to fight being pulled away from it. But Vortex kept his cockpit closed and after a long time Shockwave sighed and turned away. âWell perhaps once you get bored of him, just leave him in usable pieces.âÂ
Vortex watched him jump off the gangway and heard the sound of metal hitting the ground below him before easy footsteps. For a moment he was jealous of what Shockwave had, but not at that price. Even after he was gone it took a long moment before Vortex let his cockpit open. It took longer for First Aid to leave it.Â
OH DAMNâŚ
YOU KNOW WHAT. As much as I love Senator Shockwave. The Idea of him being that creepy fucking scientist really fits here oh my god
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can you write the batfam going to amity due to *reasons* and alls well until Jason feels like he SHOULDNT go near since itâs Dannyâs Haunt? Like how Crime Alley is âhisâ Haunt? And batfam thinks heâs just being dramatic but uh, yeah he isnât.
"I'm not going in there," Jason repeated, standing on the side of the highway, arms crossed over his chest and a stubborn scowl on his face.
"Jay, please get back in the van," Bruce sighed while the rest of the Waynes stared from their seats. They had originally all gotten off, but when the second eldest had started yelling, Bruce herded everyone back inside, including Dick.
No one knows why Jason was acting like this.
A few minutes earlier, he had napped comfortably in the far back of the large van Bruce had rented. The family had been on a cross-country road trip, where they all piled in together and let the GPA lead them to their final destination- Wayne Mountain Hotsprings. Alfred had the idea to practically kick everyone out of the manor to bond.
Members of their various teams would watch Gotham for the three weeks they would be gone. This week, Kon and Bart texted Tim updates. At first, the Waynes were not entirely up for the trip, but after a few hours of driving, they all enjoyed singing random songs and researching their vacation pick.
They each got to pick one random spot they wanted to stop at one the way- tourist trap or not- and Damian had been excited to go to "America's most haunted town." He had even been able to contact local ghost hunters who were excited to give them a tour. The Waynes would spend the night at the only hotel in the city and leave tomorrow morning.
That was the plan until Jason woke up screaming at the top of his lungs, "Pull over! Pull over! I can't go in there!"
It gave everyone a heart attack. Bruce had nearly driven into the other lane as Jason had been attempting to unbuckle himself and- were it not for Cass's quick reflection- fling himself from the moving vehicle. As soon as they found a safe spot to pull over, Jason leaped from the van and placed himself in front of the Welcome to Amity Park sign
A little up the road, they could see the city's outskirts. The Fentons, the acclaimed ghost hunters, were expecting them in twenty minutes. Damian was getting angsty.
"Can you explain why you can't go into Amity Park?" Bruce questions, stepping closer. "I won't make you go in there. I just need to know what's going on."
"Don't you feel that?" Jason asks, gesturing to the air around them. "It feels unsafe."
"What does?"
"The vibes," Jason said straightly, and Bruce's left eyebrow was spammed. "The vibes are choking."
Bruce takes another step closer, voice lowering into the familiar tone of comforting a scared civilian. "Jay what do you mean by that."
Jason opened his mouth only to snap his head upwards with a scream. "He's here!"
Everyone looked upâor at least those in the van by a windowâonly to see nothing. There was nothing there that could have freaked out Jason so much. The sun, maybe? Gotham wasn't known for its sunlight, and perhaps the fact that he grew up without it made it extra terrifying to the Gothamite.
Jason leaped behind Bruce, hiding like he did as a child. Now that Jay was taller than his father and buckler, it was a strange sight. "I'm sorry! I swear I wasn't going in!"
"Jaylad, what-"
"Ghost detected." The robotic voice of Damian's official ghost-hunting equipment made everyone freeze. The boy had opened the door of the van, escaping Duke's attempted grasp, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the little machine in his hand.
It came from the Fentons' online store, and although it didn't work, Damian enjoyed walking around with it, searching for the paranormal. The rest of the family saw it as an age-appropriate make-believe, sighing in relief when he waved his little box around before deeming the area safe.
As it were, Damian waved the box again, letting the machine hum and bling as it landed on a particular spot in the sky. "Ghost detected. Ghost detected. Ghost located. Ghost is ten feet before you."
"Oh wow," An unknown voice said over the sound of rushing cars on the highway. Damian's eyes widen. "Haven't seen that design of the Fenton Finder in years. First edition, isn't it?"
Damian eyes are practilly sparkling as he puffs out his chest "It is! Are you a ghost?"
"Yeah." Suddently a glowing flouting transparent boy pops into thin air. No sound, no portal, not rush of air. Just one second he's there. He offers Damian a wide warm smile, that somehow makes his glowing green eyes menecing. "I'm Danny Phantom."
He turns his eyes back to Jason as Damian gapes at him. The boy had thought Phantom was a local urban legend. He has been decorating his room with "captured" images of Phantom for years. He turns to Tim, hissing for a pen and his photo binder.
"You." Phantom points at the cowering man. "Feel strange. You're overshadowed, but at the same time, there is no foreign soul in your body. What are you?"
"Um, I'm just here on vacation with my family-oh!" Jason words are cut off as Phantom flings himself at the pair. Before Bruce or Jason can react the ghost has his hands inside of Jason chest, ramaging around like it's a bag. Oddly enough, this makes Jason blush.
"Hmm. Yeah, there is no other ghost here. Are you haunting your own corpse?" Phantom floats upwards to stare into Jason's eyes. "Or are you a Halfa?"
"My own corpse," Jason gasps, but Bruce decides he's not about to let whoever this bothers his son, pushing Phantom back. Only somewhat surprised by the fact he made contact the hero's grunts
"Kindly keep your hands to yourself."
"Sorry," Phantom mutters, flouting back. He fidgets with his glowing white hair while shifting his feet. "I just wanted to be sure he was safe. You may enter."
And with another pop, he's gone.
Damian makes a sad whine in the back of his throat, holding a picture of a blurred image of Phantom and a pen. He flipped through the binder, attempting to find the clearest one while the ghost chatted with his father and brother. "I didn't get an autograph."
"There's always next time," Tim offered, patting the boy back as he led him towards his seat in the van again. You should keep that on your person so if you run into him again, we can get it signed for you quickly."
"Okay"
"Phew," Jason breathed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "That was terrifying. Anyway, we should get going, I don't want to be late for the Fentons."
He ignored Bruce's look, walking back as if he hadn't held them up for nearly forty minutes because the vibes were bad.
Bruce stared as Jason skipped back to the van, feeling very old and single. Maybe he should try calling the blind date Alfred had attempted to set up for him. He needs some support in raising his children. He has too many white hairs as it were.
#dcxdpdabbles#Access Granted#Part 1#Jason feels off to Danny#It's because he was dead for months before coming back#The others just dipped in the pit and didn't come back on their own#Bruce is a tired dad'#Phantom is Damian's version of a celebrity
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Picture it with me people
Season 16. Opens with Dean realizing Heaven isnât good. Heâs having these memories of him and Cas through the years and is just like âif this was heaven heâd be hereâ type shit you know
Supportive Sam and him break out and try to go rescue Sam from the empty. Dean is depressed as hell as always, but he has a purpose now so heâs compartmentalizing, but we continue to see memories. At first, they were all bro-like shit (as much as Destiel ever can be so still romantic lmao) but it starts transferring into stuff weâve never seen before.
A night in the Dean Cave just them and they keep just looking at each other. [the audience canât tell if itâs sweet or if they are getting second hand embarrassment since Deanâs fucking 40 and Cas is billions of years old]
A time where Cas heard about the kiss it better thing and fucking DID IT when he cut his hand or some shit. We begin to realize they might have been slightly more aware of things that we were led to believe.
Thereâs more chill domestic stuff but the kiss it better thing comes up once or twice more. Enough to show us thatâs one of their weird little rituals that no one knows about; but ITS A THING!!!
Cas is saved. Thereâs hugging and intense eye contact. Sam is there. He gets a hug too and suddenly they are having trouble looking at each other. Dean is distraught. Heâs fucked up about feelings, he canât voice this shit! He tried in purgatory but Cas didnât let him, but now, now he canât. He keeps trying to talk to him; Cas is sure to remind him he is okay and knows Dean doesnât feel a certain way.
Heâs frustrated. Why is Cas making this so difficult?? How does he have no clue? Surely heâs aware how he acts with Cas is VERY different to how he acts with everyone else/how everyone else acts with him?
It comes to him suddenly when he bangs his hip on the counter. As he swears (loudly) a little voice in his head is saying âCas needs to kiss it betterâ. And then he knows. Since he was rescued, theyâre little rituals have gotten infrequent and awkward. Cas doesnât want to make Dean uncomfortable after all! He knows now!
Dean runs. Bangs on Samâs door. Sam opens it, itâs late, heâs annoyed. âWhat, Dean, why do you look so excited?â Heâs doing his bitch face
âSammy, punch me in the mouthâ he prepares himself for the punch, he can hardly stop grinning. Heâs practically vibrating with excitement, the freak.
âDean? What? Why would I punch you?â Sam is perplexed. Heâs concerned. He would love to punch Dean (lol)
âI need you to. Itâs important, please, Samâ
Eileen hears them and comes to the door as well. Sam explains whatâs going on while Dean looks at her and pleads to punch him. She clearly realizes something Sam doesnât becuase she starts cackling before winding back and punching him. Hard. His lip splits, and he grins around slightly bloody teeth before waving goofily and turning to go while Sam throws up his hands in frustration because What! The! Fuck!
Anyways. Dean marches down the hall. Heâs nervous. He knocks. Cas answers. He looks down at Deanâs fucked up bloody mouth and is like Dean! What happened! Who must I kill! And Deanâs like itâs all good man but đđđit hurts
Cas is all; let me heal youâŚand Deanâs like OKAY THATâS FINE WITH ME HA HA
Thereâs a bit of staring while Cas tries to figure out whatâs going on and he slowly raises two fingers before Dean slowly pushes his hand down. He doesnât let go of the loose grip on his wrist. His hands are shaking a bit. Cas is feeling a little rejected, he canât even heal Dean now? But Dean is so close, and heâs still holding his wrist? Why is he shaking a bit? Whatâs go- oh. Oh oh oh oh
Cas very tentatively leans forward and presses tiny little delicate to Deans mouth as he heals him and cdjrjgfjejficsjtjvisjtv
Anyways they kiss a lot yay the end
dean: ow, fuck. i cut my finger.
cas: here, let me kiss it better.
dean, blushing furiously: oh- uh- okay.
[later]
dean: sammy, i need you to punch me in the mouth.
sam, already winding up: done.
#destiel#well. destiel and sam.#gosh it needs to happen#why did I write this? I donât know fucking sue me there are BUGS in my BRAIN
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