#stripper!jack is coming soon

[psychedelic-ink]

not me suddenly writing a modern au with dbf!ellaria sand x plus size!f!reader x oberyn martell like a woman possessed 💀

[captainreecejames]

"You Can Call Her Phone" series (Lando's Version)

author's note : so I'm thinking if you guys like this I can do it with other drivers (only Oscar, Logan, Alex, Yuki, Liam, Pierre, and Carlos), but you'll have to give me the idea of why they're answering in the first place. I've got a George one lined up next so stay tuned for that.

pairing : Lando Norris x fem!reader

warnings : once again a lot of cursing and shitty men, not proof read

word count : 627

The walk home had been quick, because you refused to have this argument in the middle of the Monaco streets where anybody could hear or see. The crowd at the club had been embarrassing enough. So as soon as you got inside, Lando was ready to defend himself.

“He called you his bitch, babe! I wasn’t going to sit there and let him call you those things!” He was fuming, mostly at the aforementioned man, but there was no one else there to listen to him. 

“And then you basically called me your personal stripper, Lando!” He opened his mouth to talk, but you kept going. “That was so inappropriate and uncalled for. I just can’t even believe you would say something like that.”

He understood where you were coming from, honestly. But Jack had been making eyes at you the whole night without you being aware, and when you went to dance with some friends, he started making lewd that got under his skin. It wasn’t a surprise that Lando had snapped. “He started way before the bitch comment, babe. Okay, and i just couldn’t sit there anymore and take it. He needed to know-“

The phone ringing cut him off and he looked at the screen in your hand.

Jack.

“Is he really fucking calling you after all that?” Lando’s eyes had darkened. “Give me the phone.” You listened, handing him the phone with a resigned look on your face. “What the fuck do you want?” Lando asked him, voice steady with an anger you hadn’t head in a while. “No I’m not gonna give her the fucking phone, you ripe shithead. After the way you spoke about her and to her face, you’re lucky you’re even in the city right now. Because if I had my way, I’d have your ass sent to a fucking tundra where you can’t ever be warm again.” You heard yelling from the other line, but none of it was clear enough for you to make out what he was saying. “I will get a fucking restraining order on you and your goddamn dog if I ever hear that you come near us again, got it?” More yelling came from the other line, but Lando didn’t wait for him to finish, hitting the red end call button.

“You done?” You ask, holding out your hand for him to return your phone.

“One second, I’m blocking him on everything so he can’t talk to you again.”

“And if he makes a second account?”

“I’ll fucking call up Mark Zuckerberg and get him banned from making any social media again.”

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” He rose an eyebrow at you, but you made no move to grab your phone from him. With a sigh, you dropped your hand and stepped closer to him, pushing your phone away so he would look at you. “Seriously Lan, I want you to know that I’m not okay with what you said tonight at the club. It was one, out of line; and two, none of their business.” That got him to smirk, moving his hands to your waist to pull you flush against him.

“I know baby, I was out of line when I said that to him. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable with my words.” He kissed your forehead and you leaned into him, content with the apology for now. “But just so we’re on the same page, you’re my private dancer?”

You moved to hit his chest, but he caught it first, bringing your hand up to his mouth for a light peck. When you didn’t answer, he licked your hand and you shrieked. “That’s gross, Lando!” But the smile on your face told him that everything was okay for now.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

please write some conrad fics, the tag has been DRY

Is there a Aaron Dessner that has produced that is not heartbreaking? The Great war, Tolerate it, Right where you left me, You’re losing me, Would’ve could’ve should’ve. I have nothing against Jack, but when Aaron is involved, things…hit different.  

The acronym switching from love of my life to loss of my life *UGLY CRYING*

Warnings: heartbreak

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When coming to Cousins for Belly and Jeremiah’s wedding, you knew it would be impossible to go through a whole weekend of wedding festivities without speaking to Conrad. You tried to avoid him, but he was always right there. In the kitchen talking with Laurel. In the living room with Jeremiah and Belly. In the backyard with Steven helping set up the chairs and tables under Taylor’s instructions. 

At least he didn’t come to the wedding with a girl. It would have hurt too much.

‘’I can’t believe our Belly is getting married,’’ you said as you all sat in the living room for the smallest bachelorette party. 

There was no male stripper dancing or crazy alcohol consumption like you see in movies. Just matching pajamas, a plastic ‘bride’ crown Anika got online, and sparkling mocktails. Laurel felt out of place among the younger girls, but it was her daughter’s bachelorette. She couldn’t not be there.

Taylor took a cupcake from the table, all decorated to perfection by you. ‘’I would have never guessed she would be the first of us to marry. We all thought it would be you and Con—’’ She stopped herself when she saw Belly looking at you, realizing that if she finished her sentence it would hurt you. 

A silence fell and a lump settled in your throat. You brought your drink to your lips, wishing there was alcohol in it. Drowning your sorrows in alcohol is not the solution, but it’s good at temporarily numbing the pain.

I thought that too.

Your parents bought their holiday house in Cousins where you were ten and you had known the Fishers and the Conklins since. Susannah had invited you over to play with her kids — to make friends. Although you were closer to Jeremiah and Belly in age, it was Conrad who got along with you the best. He taught you how to play Uno, came to get you when you swam too far at the beach and helped you clean your dress when stained it eating a blue popsicle. He was always nice to you. Patient and caring. As you got older, he was only looking at you. Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. He’s just always been yours. 

Until he wasn’t. 

You didn’t want to sour the ambiance or steal the attention from the bride-to-be, so you got up and excused yourself to the bathroom. You closed the door, feeling the quiet sanctuary of solitude envelop you. Memories of you and Conrad flooded your mind, each more painful than its predecessor. Nothing would ever compare to the pain this breakup felt. 

Leaning against the sink, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, tears welling up and blurring your vision. You tried to make them go away by fanning your eyes, but they overflowed, carrying with them the weight of five years of heartache.

How could it still hurt after all this time?

With trembling hands, you reached for a tissue, dabbing at your eyes, but the tears kept coming. ‘’Please, stop.’’ 

In the morning, you woke up on a blow-up mattress in Belly’s room. Your eyes were sensitive from crying and red. You tried to cover it with eye-drops and makeup, but when you came down for breakfast and Belly pulled you in a tight hug, you knew you didn’t do a great job. 

Jeremiah eyed the two of you, raising an eyebrow and silently asking what was up, but Belly shook her head. 

The rest of the day went without any downpour of tears. A part of the afternoon was spent tanning under the sun and drinking lemonades, relishing in the last moments of tranquility before the evening's rehearsal dinner. The place was going to get filled with family members and other guests soon and it’ll get very crowded. 

Steven joined you in Belly’s bedroom as you were getting ready for dinner, still wet from being at the beach with the boys. He tried to get a kiss from Taylor, but she pushed him off as he was dripping water all over her makeup bag. Jeremiah laughed in the doorway, blowing a kiss to Belly before parting to his own bedroom to change. 

Although you weren’t the only single person in the room, you never felt more alone.  

At the dinner, you sat listening to the speeches about Belly and Jeremiah’s love. Without surprise, Steve made sure to embarrass the couple and Laurel was unable to hold back her tears when her turn came. Childhood stories and teenage anecdotes about their early moments of relationship made the guests laugh and smile. 

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until Adam inadvertently attributed a story to Belly and Jeremiah, when in fact it was about you and Conrad. The frown on Jeremiah’s forehead as his father continued to speak matched Belly, both of them not knowing what he was talking about. 

‘’Eh, Dad, Belly didn’t come to my prom…’’ Jeremiah whispered to his father. ‘’I went to hers and she was wearing a purple dress, not green.’’ 

Adam paused, his realization dawning slowly. ‘’Oh. You’re right. That was Conrad. I caught him and his girl making out outside the house when they came back. Susannah was out of her mind for allowing her to sleep over…’’  

The revelation hung in the air, accompanied by an uncomfortable silence. Your grip on the glass of wine tightened involuntarily, the pressure causing it to shatter in your hand. Shards of glass cut into your skin as crimson droplets mixed with the spilled wine. 

Beside you, Taylor gasped in concern, her eyes widening at the sight. ‘’Oh my god, are you—’’ 

Ignoring the sting of pain and Taylor’s voice, you excused yourself and hurried inside to tend to your injury. You grabbed some paper towels and pressed them over your cuts. 

Unbeknownst to you, Conrad followed after you. As you stood there, watching the white soak and turn red, you felt his presence behind you. ‘’Don’t do that.’’ His touch was gentle as he took your hand and removed the soiled paper towels, placing them on the counter. ‘’Never apply pressure to an injury that’s not clean of debris. You’ll push them further in,’’ he advised, the doctor in him speaking. ‘’Let me see.’’ 

‘’I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,’’ you insisted, attempting to brush off his concern. ‘’Go back to everyone else, it’s almost time for the best man’s speech.’’ 

But Conrad didn’t budge. ‘’Sit here. I need to check if there’s glass in it.’’ he urged, his tone firm yet caring. 

Knowing there was no way out of this, you sat on one of the kitchen stools and let Conrad check your injury. He turned on the kitchen tap and you hissed as the water hit your freshly cut skin, the cool liquid soothing the sharp ache. 

You sat there as Conrad tended to your wound in silence, his fingers gentle as he inspected your hand for any embedded glass fragments. You couldn't help but notice the warmth of his touch and the upgraded woodsy cologne, their familiarity causing your heart to flutter despite the pain. 

His focus was entirely on your hand, his brow furrowed in concentration. It reminded you of that one time you fell from your bike and he patched up your knee and elbow. Once he made sure there was no glass in it, he went to fetch an antiseptic and gauze from the bathroom.  

As he was wrapping it up, you thanked him. A simple ‘thanks’. 

‘’Be careful drinking wine, next time.’’ Conrad meant it as a light teasing, but you weren’t in a mood to laugh.

‘’Don’t say anything. Please,’’ you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘’It hurts seeing you — it really hurts. So much that I didn’t want to come to the wedding, but I couldn’t miss Belly’s big day. I couldn’t do that to her. What type of friend would I be?’’ The weight of your words hung heavy in the air between you, the truth of them echoing in the silence of the room. ‘’But being here, watching her and Jeremiah getting married is killing me because that should have been us,’’ you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. ‘’This house is where we met; every corner holds tons of memories of us and it’s haunting me, torturing me since I got here.’’

‘’I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry—’’ 

‘’You’re sorry? No sorry will be enough,’’ you said. ‘’You told me I'm the love of your life about a million times. You said you would never leave. But you did. I loved you so much— You were it for me, Conrad. It was always you. But now you’re the loss of my life.’’ 

He said your name, but once again, you didn’t let him speak. 

You got down from the stool, the stinging pain in your hand still present. ‘’I should get back outside. Hopefully Laurel knows a way to get blood out of my dress.’’

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[bobawitch]

The Different Stage (Jack Wilder x Reader)

warnings: fluff, mentions of stripping, suggestive situations.

A/N: i was rewatching the now you see me movies and I am absolutely obsessed with Jack Wilder so I thought I’d write a fic abt it. So in this reader is a stripper, she’s not a prostitute but she pole dances at a strip club and Jack goes in with Atlas and Merritt. Jack likes her and wants to actually get to know her. that’s basically it! Hope y’all enjoy!

Word count: 1307

Chapter 1:

It was just another night at the club. You had to work, in fact your hours had just about doubled since your rent went up. Though that’s just how it is in New York isn’t it. Thankfully you had done your last dance for the night and were packing up to go back to your crappy apartment. You pulled your hair up into a messy bun held together by a big clip. You walked back through the drinking area, the dancer scheduled after you had already taken the stage. You looked at her, smiling at her and waving, she smiled back. All the dancers were close, you all had to be to make sure no one got in trouble with a creepy customer. You turned to resume your journey home when you knocked into someone. A smooth male voice hit your ears and you found yourself face to face with these beautiful brown eyes. “Miss?” He spoke and you realized he had definitely said something else. The other two men that were with him eyed you before shrugging and walking to a table. “Oh uh, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” You said before moving to the side to push past him. He let you leave but watched you very closely as you did leave. Then he found his friends. Jack sat down with Atlas and Merritt, still looking back at the door you had left from. Atlas nudged Merritt with a devilish grin. “Look Jack’s got a crush!” Jack smacked Atlas’s arm, his eyes not leaving the doorway for a few more minutes. “Shut up.” Merritt and Atlas laughed before their night went on.

The next day you found yourself thinking of the man you ran into. You had never seen him around the bar before but he looked so familiar. You tried to push the beautiful stranger from your mind as you got ready for your night. You chose a fan favorite dance tonight, with the fan favorite outfit too. You didn’t enjoy your job but you were damn good at it. You walked out onto the stage after their announcement of your stage name and the music began. It was your most popular song for stage dance, So High by Doja Cat. You slowly strutted to the pole, throwing one leg around and letting yourself swing around. Your arms stabilized you on the pole and your head made a slow circle. It was the first time you actually looked at the audience and when you caught a pair of chocolate brown eyes you nearly stopped your routine. It was the man from the night before. He had come with the other two men again though one was being escorted off for a private lap dance. You let your eyes linger on him as his eyes burned your skin with intensity. You slowly dragged yourself back up the pole before moving to the side of the stage. Fingers twisting together you dropped to your knees at the beat, crawling forward before touching up your torso as the chorus began. Soon you lost yourself in the music, temporarily forgetting about the candy-eyed man. After your performance you had groundwork to do, that of course entailed a costume change and small makeup touch up. Once you changed your outfit and pulled your hair to one side you walked out. You were headed to one of the tables in your area when you were stopped. A man had walked in front of you, causing you to look up. Once more you found yourself in an intense staring match with the handsome stranger. “Uh.. hi.” He said, obviously a bit flustered, You smirked and touched his shoulder, walking next to him. “Hello loverboy.” You replied, beginning to walk away, your finger signaling for him to follow behind you. Upon hearing his footsteps behind you, your smirk grew. You got to the bar and picked up a tray for one of the tables. The stranger finally caught up and leaned on the bar. “So what’s your name… y’know your real name?” He asked. You laughed, “I don’t give my name to customers, sorry sweetcheeks.” “Then who do you give your name to?” “Hm, let me think on that.” You winked at him before moving to the table you were to serve. You set down the drinks, chatting up the gentlemen at the table for a few moments. A few tips were made through that before you walked back to the bar, handsome stranger was waiting for you. “I’m Jack, by the way.” He said. “Alright Jack, you going to buy something or just keep talking to me?” You glanced at him, smirking again. “Hm, how much would a date cost?” His lips cracked into a smirk to rival yours. A sultry giggle escaped your lips before you shook your head. “Dunno, how much you willing to pay? And what do you want me to do for that date?” Out of the corner of your eye you saw him shake his head. You leaned against the bar now, looking at him and holding tense eye contact. His cheeks had gone a bit pink as you spoke but he composed himself as he replied. “No no, not that kind of date.” “Hm, how about I think about that? Maybe I’ll let you know at the end of my shift.” You shrugged, grabbing another drink tray before moving to deliver them. As you began to walk to the table one of Jack’s friends came over, obviously drunk as hell. “Heyy Jack! You found her! Great job!! Hey, how about I pay for a private lap dance huh?” He spoke, smirking at Jack and still blocking your path. Jack began to protest the idea of a lap dance, giving you an apologetic smile. You giggled a bit, his smile was kinda cute. But his friend had already pulled out the money and stuck it in your top string. You sighed, handing your drink tray to one of the other girls to deliver. Jack looked down at you when your hand pressed to his chest. “Well, come on loverboy, a lap dance was ordered.” You wrapped your fingers around his tie and pulled him off. “You don’t have to give me a lap dance, I’m so sorry about my friend.” He spoke in pure panic until you got to the booths for private lap dances. You turned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. Hesitant hands found your hips and you smiled. You leaned in, your lips almost brushing against his before turning him around and pushing him into the chair. You climbed onto his lap, your thighs trapping him beneath you. You leaned down to his ear and whispered, “If you want me to stop, just say that.” As your words left your lips you began the dance. Your hips grinded gently in a circle, your hands dragging up his chest. Jack opened then closed his mouth, his hands not knowing where to touch. You leaned forward, pulling yourself up. Your chest was at his eye level yet his eyes stuck onto yours. You brought your hands around his head, playing with his hair. You dragged his head back, leaning into his neck to whisper. “I’m Y/N. And a date sounds nice, if you still want that.” Jack’s hands finally found your waist and he sat you down on his lap, looking at you with a different kind of intensity. “When do you get off?” “11.” “Let me get you food after work.” “You have a deal Jack.” You stood back up and pushed your hand onto his shoulder. Slowly you climbed off his lap and opened the curtain. “See you at 11 Jack.” You winked and walked off before he could get another sentence in.

[justmeinadaze]

Pushing the Barrier Part 2 (Eddie X Reader)

A/N: A present for my fellow insomniacs <3. It is currently 4am and I couldn't sleep so I worked on this. Thank you guys again for all the kind words. I hope you enjoy part 2. I DO have ideas for a continuation so if you're still down so am I :)

Warnings: Stripper Eddie, unprotected sex for sure (be safe my angels), readers husband is an asshole but fluffy Eddie got her.

Word count: 3907

Tuesday night you find yourself home alone staring at the tv as you flip through the channels. You sigh before giving up, pressing the off switch, and throwing the remote against the couch. The phone startles you as its ring echoes through the empty apartment. It’s too late to be anyone else so you allow it to go to voicemail. 

*beep* “Hey honey. It’s me. I just wanted to let you know I probably won’t be home anytime soon. I swear I need a vacation! Hahaha but I wanted to tell you I love you and don’t wait up!”

You huff as you grab your coat and stomp out the front door.

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“Haven’t I seen you already? Why are you keeping this thing on?”, Eddie gestures towards the glass. 

“I thought maybe you would want more time to gaze at your own reflection.”

Your laugh makes him smile. “Fair point but I’d rather spend my time looking at you.” You pull on your bottom lip with your teeth as the heat rises into to your cheeks. 

Tonight, Eddie had a bit more clothes on than usual when he was in his confinement. He was wearing his torn up blue jeans with his leather jacket over his bare chest. His guitar was on his lap but he had stopped playing when he heard your voice. He still looked as handsome as ever. 

“So, what brings you down here, Princess? Were you not going to come tomorrow?” His confident smile faltered slightly.

“My husbands at work again…” Eddie nods as his fingers strum the strings in front of him. “Hey. Why does that sound familiar?” 

He chuckles as gets up with his guitar and heads for the front of his area. Eddie knocks his knuckles against the glass and you respond as his smile widens and he takes a seat in front of the sound. His fingers move across the strings again as his soft voice carries through the room.  “Well, just look at that girl with the lights coming up in her eyes She's got to be somebody's baby She must be somebody's baby”

You sigh as you listen to him. If this is what he sounds like now you can only imagine what he’ll sound like in person. 

“She's probably somebody's only light Gonna shine tonight Yeah, she's probably somebody's baby, alright”

That lonely ache started to tug at your heart. You did belong to someone else but he never seemed to care. He didn’t appreciate you or treat you like you deserved to be treated. When you left here tonight you were going to be going home to an empty bed and that thought killed you. Eddie closed his eyes as he continued to sing and you coyly reached out to flick the switch to your right.  “I try to shut my eyes, but I can't get her out of my sight I know I'm gonna know her, but I gotta get over my fright Well, I'm just gonna walk up to her, I'm gonna talk to her tonight”

When he opened the again, he was met with your gorgeous smiling face. “That was good. I like the way you sing it. Your voice is beautiful.” His eyes drink you in from head to toe, making you feel a bit self-conscious. “I’m sorry I didn’t dress up or anything. I swear I’ll look nicer tomorrow.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up at the word “tomorrow”. “Why are you apologizing? I think you look absolutely breath taking.”

 “Please. I’m basically in my pjs.” You do a little twirl so he can see. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sweetheart, I told you. You can ask me anything.”

“Do you only wear this when you’re in there?”, you point at his clothes. 

“Kind of. I mean, I start my shift in basically what I wear out in the real world. The wardrobe decreases as the night goes on. I’m sure it’s different for the ladies here.”

“Soooo what were you doing before me that got you in just the leather jacket and jeans?”

“Well, I put the jacket on before you came in because I’m cold.”, Eddie laughs before his eyes search yours cautiously. “Are you sure this is something you want to know?”

When you nod, he continues. “The person before you was a guy. An older man I’m assuming by the sound of his voice. He said tattoos are a turn on for him which was awkward since his religion forbids getting them.” You took note of him as he spoke. How his tone and body language changed when he talked about his client. Eddie sounded almost matter of fact as if this was just something that happens. 

“We just talked but I assume by the occasional grunting there was more happening on his side of the glass then mine.” He chuckles again as he reaches forward to knock on the cube. 

“How did you fall into this line of work?”

“Need mostly.”, he sighs. “I was working 2 jobs trying to pay my rent which sucks because it made it harder for me to make gigs to play with my band.”

“I can understand that. Everything is so expensive here especially rent.”

“What about you, Princess? What do you do?”

“I’m a teacher.”

He beams over at you. “Aw, that’s nice. And the husband?”

“Good lord. Um, honestly, I’m not sure. His position carries a long title of something VP.”, you giggle. “It’s something with numbers I know that. Every time he explains it to me, I zone out. I just know it keeps him busy.” You fold your arms across your chest as you lean your side against the glass.

“I wish I could hug you.” Eddie growls as the lights above you both flash twice. “I never feel like we have enough time.”

“Time’s up, Honey!”, Mira’s voice seeps through. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” The eyes that meet yours are filled with hope. 

You smile at him as you kiss the tips of your fingers and place them against the barrier. 

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“What do you mean you’re going out?” Your husband follows you around the apartment as you get ready for the evening. 

“I’m. Going. Out.” You head into the bathroom and double check your outfit. You didn’t want to seem too eager but you also wanted to look nice. The simple black short sleeve shirt you decided on was just tight enough to expose all your curves along with your blue jeans and leather-bound boots. Every time you had seen Eddie your hair was pulled up so tonight you thought you would let it flow around your shoulders. 

“Where are you going?”

“Jesus! Out with some friends. Is that a problem?!”

“No. It’s just the one night I’m actually fucking home.”

“Look, my schedule doesn’t revolve around you. I spend half my time alone up here anyway. Maybe, now you can see what it feels like.”

“Can you at least fucking change? You look like a whore.”

You pause halfway to the front door, turning to face him. “You…are a fucking asshole.”

“Why am I an asshole? Because I tell you the truth?”

“Fuck you!”, you grab your purse as you slam the door.

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When you arrive at the bar, you see Eddie with his band on stage making sure everything looks good and the instruments are in tune. His smile shoots straight to your heart when sees you. He jumps off the stage, jogging over to you. 

“Hey! You’re here. Goddamn you look gorgeous.” You grin up at him but when he looks in your eyes, he can tell somethings wrong. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Go get ready!”, you gently try and push him away but his feet remained planted in their place. 

Eddie reaches for your hand, guiding you up the stage and behind the curtain. Feeling him touch you sent tingles through your body. Every time his skin connected with yours in anyway it made it feel alive. 

“What happened?”

“My husband decided to pick a fight with me before I left.”

“What did he say?”

You fold your arms, looking away from his intense gaze. “He said I looked like a whore.”

Eddie exhaled an angry sigh. “Fucking dick.” His fingers reach out, grabbing your arms as he pulled them apart and away from your chest. “I think you look fantastic.” You finally look up at him, meeting his eyes. “Believe me. I would know what whores dress like.”

You giggled and his smile grew.

“Eddie, dude. We’re on in five.”, one of his bandmates passed him, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Yeah, okay.” His palm comes up to rest against your cheek. “I told you. Never enough time.”

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Corroded Coffin was the first band to play and they did amazingly well. You could watch Eddie on stage all night long. Everything about him from his eyes to his hands moved differently than when he was behind that glass wall. He seemed genuinely at peace as if that’s where he belonged. His soft brown eyes would occasionally glance at you, making sure you were having a good time and enjoying the music. 

Your smile never left as you banged your head lightly to the rhythm. When they finished their set Eddie winked at you, holding up his index finger silently asking you to wait one moment while moved their instruments off the stage. 

“Hey! So, what did you think?”, he asked when he finally reappeared. 

“I love it. You guys were so good!”

“Why, thank you. I was thinkin’ we could go eat at that restaurant down the way. I mean, only if you want to.”, Eddie smiles at you nervously.

It was both adorable and refreshing to see him be nervous around you. When you two talked in the room he always displayed such confidence. To see him let that wall down and for you just made those butterflies flutter wildly in your tummy. 

You walked with him to the Chinese restaurant and shared a delicious meal together. He asked you a ton of questions about yourself. It felt nice to have someone care about you and what you had to say. You tried to do the same but you noticed pretty quickly with a lot of questions you asked he either gave you short, clipped answers or just insisted you didn’t want to hear any of that.

“I don’t want to push you. I do want to hear anything you feel like telling me. No matter what it is.”

“Naw Sweetheart, trust me. My life isn’t…It hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows.”

“Neither has mine. I mean…”

“Ah, see? You don’t want to tell me, do you?”, Eddie chuckles playfully as he runs his hand through his hair. 

You look down at your hands as you speak. “I don’t want to make you feel bad.”

“I don’t understand.”

“A lot of my storms come from my husband.”, you whisper. 

His fingers reach out for your chin, lifting your face to his as his lips tenderly meet yours. The kiss starts small at first, steadily growing as his confidence does. You pull away to catch your breath. 

“Do you want to come back to my apartment?”, Eddie asks with a tone filled with need.

When you nod, he quickly throws money on the table, grabbing your hand, and pulling you outside to hail a cab. 

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You and Eddie wait silently outside the elevator of his apartment building. When the door dings open, he gestures for you to enter first. Before it can close, you hear loud cackling as a group of people pile into the elevator with you guys. You back into Eddie’s chest as he backs up towards the corner. The door finally shuts and you’re on your way up. 

Closing your eyes, a sigh leaves your lips as you feel Eddie’s hands wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. His warm breath hits the back of your shoulder as his nose nuzzles into your neck. 

The elevator shutters open as the group in front of you piles out. You can still hear their laughter as the door close again and the elevator moves once more. Eddie’s palm glides under your top and the feel him touching your skin shoots shivers through your body. He trails gentle kisses along your neck as you reach behind you to tangle your fingers through his hair. 

You whine as the elevator stops again and Eddie releases your waist to take your hand, guiding you to his apartment. 

He watches you as your head moves from side to side, taking everything in. It was a modest studio style apartment with brick style walls. There were posters all over the place of different hair metal bands displayed with concert tickets pinned to the corners. You giggle in front of one that is just the poster by itself. 

“Are you trying to tell me you haven’t gone to see Def Leopard yet?”

Eddie slides up next to you, playfully smacking your hand that’s pointing at the frame. “Hey, ok, look. I haven’t really had time or money to go see them yet.” 

While you continue looking around, he removes his jacket and throws it on to the couch behind him. You pause by his bed, grabbing a picture frame off the bedside table. 

“Aw. Look at you. Are these your friends?”

He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he points to the people in the photograph. “Yup. These are my friends from high school. Steve, his girlfriend Nancy, Robin, and this little butthead is Dustin.”

“Are they here in the city?”

“No, they are back home.”

“Where is home?”

Eddie grabs the picture out of your hand, leaning over you to place it back on the table. When his arm comes back, his hand stops to grab your cheek and bring your lips to his. He lifts you up by your waist and places you down on his bed. 

“Indiana. Hawkins.”

His hair tickles your face as he leans his head forward to pull off his shirt. 

“Is that where your family is to?”

Eddie’s lips come down to meet yours as his hands roam your body. You reach down lifting off your own shirt, throwing it to the floor. You moan as his mouth leaves you to trace down your neck. He hovers over your stomach as his tongue darts out to lick your skin. 

He sits up, grabbing your feet as he takes off your boots and throws them to the ground. Leaning over you, he reaches to unbutton your jeans and you raise your hips as you help him pull them and your panties off your body. When you remove your bra, he breathes a heavy sigh as his eyes take you in. 

“Fuck. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful before.” Eddie lays down, placing himself between your legs, spreading them wider with his palms on your thighs. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this? Since I heard your voice.”

His fingers dipped between your folds, spreading them into a V shape. Just this feeling alone, the feeling of his fingers touching you and his breath hitting your core was enough to drive you wild. You felt your pussy clench around nothing. 

“Eddie, please.”

“Then I heard you moaning while you were touching yourself. I desperately wanted to know what you tasted like.” Your body shuttered as his tongue licked a long stripe from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit. His cheek fell against your thigh. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking sweet.”

His head leaned in as his mouth began devouring you. You whimpered as his tongue reached deep inside of you. Eddie’s hand came up to rest on your mound as his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit moving in quick circles causing you to squirm against his hold. 

You cried out when you felt his head suddenly move away from you. “I know, Princess. I just need to…” He reaches for your hand and places it between your legs. “Keep going for me.” Eddie moans when he sees you nod and slide two of your fingers into your dripping hole.

He stands up, quickly removing his jeans and boxers. You move your hand faster into your body at the sight of his hard cock, licking your tongue across your lips. When he sits back down on the bed, you sit up, and scoot your body down to meet his. Leaning your face over his lap, you spit on his tip, running your hand over it and down his length. Eddie growls as you groan, crashing your lips sloppily to his. 

He reaches between your legs, rapidly shoving his fingers into you. Your kisses turn into pants as you moan into his mouth. His eyes open, watching your face contort with pleasure as the coil in your stomach snaps and your head falls onto his shoulder as his fingers continue to pump into you. 

You lazily reach up with your hand to cup his cheek. “Fuck me. Please.”

“There are condoms in the drawer behind you.”, he whispers against your lips. “Can you grab—”

You cover his mouth with your fingertips. “I’m on the pill. Please, Eddie. I need to feel you.”

His forehead leans on yours as his cock twitches at the needy tone of your voice. “Do you trust me? I’ve been tested I swear. I’m clean.”

“Eddie,” your arms wrap around his neck. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you. Fuck. Me.”

He abruptly lifts you up and pushes you back against the bed. Your legs encircle his waist as his hand guides his dick to your entrance. Your eyes roll back as he slowly pushes himself into you. 

“Oh my god.”, you moan as his head falls beside your own. “Eddie, you feel so fucking good.”

His head gently turns and you feel his lips against your ear. “Do you remember when I was stroking my cock in front of you in the cube?” The English language seems to escape you when you feel him bottom out inside of you. “Tell me, baby. Do you remember?”

You nod as you drag your nails down his back. “I told you I was imagining my dick inside of you. Inside of your tight pussy.” The sound of him whimpering in your ear as he began thrusting his hips made your cunt flutter around him. “Fuck! This is so much better. Feeling your pussy stretch open for me.”

Eddie pumped into you harder, making your brain go fuzzy. He lifted his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth was open as you breathed out moans. Every time his hips smacked yours, your eyebrows came together and your hands gripped harder to his shoulders. 

His mouth hovered over yours and he relished the feeling of your moans against his lips. “Are you almost there?” The tip of Eddie’s nose grazed yours, urging you to answer. “Tell me, Sweetheart. Are you about to cum?”

You lick your lips as your nod. His head falls to your side again. “Can you say it for me, please?” Eddie reaches his hand down to hold up your leg as he slides his cock all the way out and pushes it roughly back in.

“Fuck! Yes! I’m going to cum. Please, Eddie!”

He repeats his motions a couple more times before his hand releases you and he thrusts into you with aggressive purpose. The coil that had been steadily winding snapped for a second time and Eddie groaned as he felt your pussy cling around him as you came. His rhythm slowed as he felt you come down from that ledge. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as your hand brushed his hair to the side. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you cum inside of me.” He whimpered against you as he started thrusting into you again as you continued to whisper to him. “Please, Eddie. You feel so good. You made me cum. I want you to cum to.”

His hips slowed as they sputtered and he grunted into your ear as he came inside of you. Eddie laid still on top of you as he panted into your neck. You held him to you, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. 

After a while, he rolled himself off you, disappearing into a room and coming back with a washrag. Eddie was silent as he reached between your legs and delicately cleaned you before throwing the rag into the pile of his clothes on the floor. You expected him to come lay back down but he didn’t. He remained at the edge of the bed staring off into the void. 

It broke your heart. Eddie’s face looked like it did when he was searching for you behind the glass in that room. When he was searching for a voice but was only met with himself. 

“Eddie?” You crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

He turns towards you with a smile but when he spoke his voice didn’t match his face. “I know you have to leave now. Just, uh, give me a minute and I’ll walk you down.”

“Eddie, wait.” You reach to pull him back down when he tries to stand up. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Of course I don’t but… I know your husband is probably waiting for you. Shit. I know I would be if you were my wife.” His smiles slants when he finally meets your eyes. 

“I don’t have to go home yet. I’ll bet you anything my husband isn’t even there. After I leave you at the club or whatever the fuck that place is I always come home to an empty apartment. When I wake up in the morning, he isn’t there.” You feel the anger in your chest start to rise as you fend off frustrated tears. 

“So, Eddie, if you want me to leave than I will go but I assure you no one is waiting for me.”

“I don’t want you to go.” 

You reach below you and pull his covers over your body as you lay back down on your side. The mattress shifts as crawls up the bed and gets under them beside you. One of his arms slides under the pillow holding your head as the other wraps around you, pressing you against his chest. 

“I’m waiting for you. When I’m at work I think about you all day, praying your voice is the next voice I hear. Today I was nervous you wouldn’t come to my gig. I kept glancing around the bar hoping you’d appear.” His lips tenderly kiss your shoulder. “I just can’t understand how any man especially the one who has you doesn’t get how lucky he is.”

You lean your neck down to kiss the hand that’s griping yours. You were afraid to turn around and face him, knowing there was more to wait he was saying. I’m waiting for you. You knew he would always be waiting as long as you were with your husband. Your mind started to race as you laid there in his arms. 

Maybe I should have left…

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[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 16 -> CH 17

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Jack knew he had to come clean to Dr. Carty about what he did the other night. He was surprisingly not as pissed as he would have expected.

"Jack, if your side effects were this bad then you should have told me. I will send a few new prescriptions to the pharmacy but I want you to start making notes of the side effects every day. We have to figure out a better way for you to get the things you need without wrecking your system." Dr. Carty pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're lucky she checked on you when she did. You could have died." He scolded softly and Jack nodded his head.

"I know. I guess if I'm going to have a guardian angel, it's probably a good thing she's a nurse that lives next door." Jack could see that Dr. Carty wasn't impressed with the humor.

"You should consider adding her as an emergency contact in the event you decide you want to get a little fast and loose with your medications again." He peered over his glasses and Jack scrunched his face.

"I don't think we're there just yet." Jack didn't want to burden Y/n with so much of his shit so soon. He wanted to build up a connection before she had to be a part of all his demons.

They talked for almost an extra hour, discussing new medications, what they're supposed to do and some of the side effects. Jack made sure to make a list to ask Y/n about the next time he saw her which turned out to be at around 9:30 that night. He saw her taking her evening walk as he sat on the porch reading through googles best medication side effects. He sat the computer down and jogged towards her.

"Hey!" She jumped making him laugh.

"Sorry, you scared me." She pulled her headphones out and pocketed them as he started walking next to her.

"You're looking a lot better. How are you feeling?" Y/n she asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you. I just wanted to apologize again-"

"Jack please. I'm just glad I was able to get to you in time. I highly suggest switching to weed if you need something to knock you out but that's just my medical opinion." She smiled at him.

"I finally talked to my Doc about the medicine change. I made a list of all the ones he's changing up just in case you want to give an opinion on that too." Jack pulled the list out and she laughed.

"Are you comfortable sharing that with me? I mean you can just tell me about the side effects when they hit. You don't have to-"

"I trust you." Jack pressed and she took the slip of paper. She nodded at the names and handed it back to him.

"These are some good alternatives. I would keep an eye out for dry mouth with this one. They make tabs to put under your tongue if it gets too annoying." Jack smiled at the recommendation.

"Who takes care of you if you're taking care of everyone else?" Jack asked curiously.

"Oh I've taken care of myself since I was young. I don't require a lot of care anyway. You'll be shocked to hear I am insanely boring." She lowered her voice.

"I don't believe that for one second. I'm sure you've got a wild night life that no one knows about. Maybe a secret second job at a club where you can dance in scantly clad clothes to get your kicks." Jack teased.

"So you think I'm a nurse by day and a stripper by night?" She laughed.

"I barely have enough energy to wash my hair let alone change out of scrubs to find some upper body to swing around a pole. Plus I have terrible knees." Jack laughed as she tried to show off a squat and winced.

"Okay so no secret double life. How about hobbies? What do you like to do when you aren't working or taking care of your mom and crazy neighbor?" Jack watched her take a moment to actually think about it.

"I like to read. I like to build things with my hands. I love to paint." Jack let out a belly laugh.

"Well shit why didn't you say that? I have tons of house that needs painting!" Jack gestured over his shoulder towards the house and she shook her head at him.

"I like landscape painting, not free manual labor." She pointed out.

"Maybe you could do a painting for me? My dad was an artist. He has this drawing of the house that kind of got wrecked during the clean out. I would love to get it redone. I'll even pay you for it." Jack offered.

"You don't have to pay me. I'm not an artist. I just like to paint." She blushed. This was kind of the first time Jack had seen a more vulnerable side of Y/n. She always seemed confident in how she presented herself. As a nurse, as a daughter, as a care taker.

"What about you? I think you mentioned you like to write?" Y/n remembered.

"Yeah I'm working on a book about my life...kind of. Changing the names to protect the guilty I suppose." Jack rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm sure it'll be great. The horror stories of our lives always make for believable fiction. Most people don't think there are people who actually struggle as writers portray." She paused in front of the front gate and Jack stopped walking.

"Maybe...you could read some of what I have? Let me know how believable it is?" Jack asked nervously earning a sweet smile.

"I would love that, Jack." Jack now felt more anxious than before knowing she might hate his writing or his life story.

"I'm glad you're feeling better. Please call me if you start to feel your breathing getting weird. I'm still worried you're going to have after effects." Y/n touched his arm and he nodded.

"I'm feeling better, I promise but I will call you if anything feels off." Jack promised.

"You can call me too if you need anything...or you know, you just want to talk." Jack took a step further and Y/n laughed.

"You want to talk about all the neighborhood gossip? Did you see Sharon's new gardening outfit? Absolutely scandalous." She teased.

"If Sharon's the one with the red hair and huge tits then yes, absolutely scandalous." Jack's smirk made Y/n hit his chest with the back of her hand.

"Ew Jack! Stop jerking off to the neighbors!" She pushed her way through the gate and Jack threw his hands up.

"What!? You can't just expect me to not take advantage of free tits!? I'm a man!" He defended.

"Now you're hurting my feelings. I thought I was special." She put her hands over her heart.

"You are. You still hold the top spot of best tits in town." Jack admitted. Y/n smiled so brightly her cheeks were blushed as she shook her head.

"Goodnight Jack." She waved over her shoulder and Jack turned back to the road to walk himself home. He took a breath he didn't know he had been holding, worried things would have changed between them. He was ready to make a different kind of connection with Y/n. He just hoped she felt the same way.

[hendolish]

England NT Fic Recs ♡

never know where to start for a pairing or you're new to england nt rpf? here's a shameless collection of my favourite fics to give you a head start 🫶🏻 ———

Jack Grealish/Jordan Henderson

melt by inlovewithnight (8k)

soulmate au where you feel everything your soulmate does and can't bear being too far away from each other. they're just so at ease and in love with each other in this. probably my favourite hendolish fic! <3

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know by Lizz_88 (Bluejay00) (68k)

jack's a stripper, jordan's himself. so much more than what it says on the tin! all the characters are super complex and it takes a lot of work for these two to get together (with no shortage of lap dances and smut along the way) <3

Calm Before The Storm by preachingdoll (6k)

post-euro 2020 heartbreak jack needs a bit of help coping. jordan's there to offer a helping hand... the smut and dirty talk is 10/10

best worst behaviour by Bellelaide (25k)

kind of a hendolish classic, jordan puts bratty jack in his place.

♡

John Stones/Jordan Pickford

Sun City AU by Bellelaide (series, 40k)

honestly one of my favourite fics ever, let alone footie-wise. jordan's on a very british all-inclusive holiday at a hotel where john works. the vibes are just immaculate, you can visualise everything so clearly and there's so much depth to their characters!

Ice Melts by Bellelaide (7k)

enemies to lovers kinda? john doesn't think much of jordan before the 2018 wc but the further they get in the tournament, the closer they become. amazing characterisation and banter as always.

Helping Hand by slatkomore (14k)

with john's career ended abruptly by an injury, he turns to coaching instead and soon becomes the england u19s manager where he meets the goalkeeper coach, jordan pickford...

your world cup or mine? by Bellelaide (15k)

john goes to sleep at the 2022 wc and wakes up back in 2018 where he and jordan aren't together and barely friends. such an interesting concept and dynamic!

♡

Jack Grealish/John Stones

The Things We Did and Didn't Do by InTheFicOfIt (series, 104k)

john and jack sleep together in the aftermath of the euros, the following fic explores everything that comes after, including jack moving to man city and their friends finding out. i'm never usually tempted by this pairing but this fic is so damn good! it's written so wonderfully and there's so much of it- i couldn't put it down!

♡

Ben white/Aaron Ramsdale

happy together by foxholecourts (1k)

this fic perfectly encapsulates their vibe for me. the back and forth between the two of them is just delightful and exactly how i imagine them to be together, but it's also as equally sappy! i love these two idiots sm <3

watching you watching me by foxholecourts (2k)

ben likes to be watched... 10/10 benaaron characterisation from this author as always.

sweettalker by Anonymous (5k)

smut with a lot of dirty talk about the other arsenal lads. ben is very complex in this- an interesting take on their relationship!

I’m Not In Love by ceraunophilex (1k)

aaron falls in love immediately, ben slowly warms to him. short and sweet.

♡

Jordan Henderson/Trent Alexander-Arnold

Shake Me Into the Night by orphan_account (17k)

always hits me right in the feels. based around liverpool winning the champions league, the writing is so detailed and amazing!!

♡

Jude Bellingham/Reece James

the sun and the rainfall by ohsusie (series, 6k)

jude asks reece about some of the rumours surrounding him to help him broach a sensitive topic of his own. reece gives him some guidence. they're so sweet in this!

♡

Dele Alli/Eric Dier

In This World Of Ours by dierdele (53k)

the classic deledier best friends to lovers 2018 world cup get-together fic. you can't beat it, literally so cute oml.

♡

Marcus Rashford/Jesse Lingard

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by yvenger (jjjat3am) (3k)

this one is so much fun hehe, the ~2018 man u squad if they were a sunday league team where jesse's very confident and marcus has a huge crush on him. love the inner dialogue so, so much. ending is super cute!!

i can feel that body shake by princessrosberg (3k)

an england nt night out leads to them getting together and their first time! jesse and marcus characterisations are on point, esp the way they talk to each other <3

♡

Harry Kane/Gareth Southgate

All Good Things... by orphan_account (12k)

their established relationship is so cute in this! post-2018 wc and preparing for the euros, england team banter is perfect.

wished by orphan_account (23k)

gareth is harry's p.e teacher at school. listen… no comment... there's a reason it's the most kudos-ed southkane fic

♡

[impala-dreamer]

When I Think About You (Sneak Peek)

A Supernatural Story

Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Sam, Castiel, Jack

2,037 Words

NSFW, Sexy Comedy, Failed Stripper Routine, Excessive Offkey Singing of a Classic Song, Accidental Indecent Exposure, Naked Dean.

Written for @jacklesversebingo "Failed Striptease/Lap Dance" square.

“I’m in here…”

Thankfully, ‘here’ was straight ahead once Dean skidded around a corner. His boots screeched to a halt as soon as he saw her. Y/N was stretched out on the glowing table in the War Room, her curves on full display as she lay on her side facing the door.

His eyes went wide.

His heart skipped three beats.

His blood rushed south and his jeans shrunk.

“Welcome home, Mr. Winchester.”

Coming To Patreon August 4, 2024

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[anotherghoul666]

This Could All Be Yours

STRIPPER!AU STRIPPER!AU GUYS IT’S HERE I FINISHED IT IT’S HERE

This is my offering to this wonderful community of horny and supportive people for the holidays. Yule blessings aplenty on you if you’re pagan like me / merry christmas if that’s something you celebrate / happy hanukkah / if you celebrate another holiday at this time of year I wish you a good one. And if it’s a weird or difficult period of the year for you then I hope this fic brightens your day and brings some positivity in! ❤️

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Rating: Explicit

Tags / contains: stripper!AU; come discover the setting of the Ghost strip club in all its glory, possibilities and inner workings; get to know each ghoul and their jobs in the stripper!verse; Rain is not in the band / get to know everyone through his eyes; fish out of water trope; every ghoul gets a whole ass scene at least, sometimes more than one scene (yes that’s partly why it’s so big XD); sex worker appreciation; fat bodies appreciation; normal bodies appreciation; yes all the moves I name in the dance scenes are real and you can google the names to see exactly what move the strippers are doing; THE OUTFITS YOU GUYS, the outfits I put the strippers in, I had so much fun with the outfits, please come gush over the outfits with meeeeeeeee; stripper/client dynamic; light D/s vibes; dom!Rain kinda? he tries his best; sub!Swiss kinda? at least he listens; watch these two dorks simultaneously develop a crush on each other; lap dances; private dances; breaking strip club rules; grinding; nipple play; frottage / jacking off dicks together; cum play; breaking even more club rules; idiots in love.

Summary: Rain is an abbey ghoul with a rather monotonous and repetitive life. He’d like a change, but he can’t quite seem to make it happen. It’s his lack of confidence that’s the issue, his coworkers say, and they give him all sorts of tips, tricks and challenges to help him grow. Including a dare to go spend an evening at the infamous Ghost Strip Club. The ever popular establishment, high-end provider of the most enticing and luxurious sins of the flesh, equally intimidates and fascinates Rain. Beyond the heavy cathedral doors of the club lies a whole world of temptations and pleasures with its own rules, its own codes, its own inhabitants. Rain gets a taste of the peculiar staff of the club in more ways than one, and he also gets a confidence lesson he won’t soon forget. What better way to learn how to be bold than some hands on practice?

Read it here on AO3!!

Tagging the usernames I wrote down for people who showed interest in this fic in my comments and asks, etc: @joeynihil @st-danger @reaperghoul @ghostnamelesfan @sodo-emeritus @namelessghouls-primemover (I dunno if you changed your username or deleted buddy but just in case Imma still tag it the way it used to be written in case you recognize yourself) @merginyourface @royalchachi @crimsonclergy @unholybuttholey @arsonyard @idkhowbut-art @blanchebees I'm sure there's others I missed and forgot to write down specifically, I'm sorry, consider yourself tagged if you were part of the stripper!AU hype train with us too! ❤️

[psychedelic-ink]

no one asked for this but with a sudden random burst of inspiration I've drafted a joel x tess oneshot (or two shot depending on how long it ends up being) and started writing it because, apparently, I don't have enough wips 🙃

[rreskk]

His favourite

TW: Mentions of sex. Teasing. Trevor being horny. Summary: You’re Trevor’s favourite employee but he won’t tell you why.

You worked as a bartender during the weekends at the downtown ‘Vanilla Unicorn’ strip club. The extra cash was needed but you have to deal with drunk men who talk sickly about women with ‘big milkers’ and ‘tight pussies’.

Ever since the original owner disappeared, the replacement only made the place 10x worse. His shallow, deep eyes and twisted smirk that exotically talks to his ‘employees’ (Your co-workers that happen to be strippers) after spending the night with them. His name was Trevor, and he is a total manwhore.

No matter how hard you attempted to avoid conversation, he always appears out of the blues and always by your side. Every single day since he owned this club, he somehow manages to bring home one of the ladies who work here. Every week you come here and hear them talking about how much of a ‘sexy stud’ he is.

You were thankful you only work here 2 times a week, or you’d end up losing your mind. However, the weekends are always the worse when it comes to serving people and dealing with eternal bullshit.

Tonight it was only worse as one man came in and ordered a table for his 15 group of friends. Loud, rowdy, horny, and drunk out of their goddamn mind.

The host of the committee stumbled forward and leaned against the table dividing both of you, slurring against his will.

“C-Can we hire your… HAHA!” He dribbled uncontrollably before resuming his attempt of the English language, “Can me ‘nd the boys hire your fat ASS! For me back home?”

You blinked for a few minutes hoping he was mistaking you for someone else. But he wasn’t.

The drunk slid closer to where you stood, basically sprawled out on the counter. “Hire your fat ass? Baby?”

You restrained and limited your vocabulary in case you ‘accidentally’ threaten and insult the idiotic twat in front of you. Staff policies says so. If you had free speech in this place, you’d be coming back home more satisfied and happy.

“This fat ass is not for sale. Go away.” You flapped your hand, urging him to return back to his friends who were snickering at your reaction.

He giggled drunkenly and reached over to touch your hand but you leaped back.

“Not e-even a little touchy?” His voice went childishly high and crackled in between speaking.

You shook your head. “Go touchy your boyfriends instead.”

A cackled erupted beside you and soon a tall man took a bottle of Jack Daniels from your shelves, chugging it with unhuman strength that it held no effect on him.

The rude customer that was previously slurring to you staggered back in disgust, watching the older boss shoot him daggers.

You could only sigh and guess it was Trevor Philips.

“My favourite employee, my wonderful Y/N!”

Yep, it’s Trevor Philips.

He bent forward and fiddled with the cash machine as you slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch that. Leave it.” You ushered anxiously, thinking he’ll end up breaking it.

Trevor cooed at your nervousness, hand asserting it’s dominance on yours.

“That’s not how you treat your boss, hey?” His tone growing more irritatingly menacing as you grew entitled to his playfulness.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, this time, lowering his tone and giving you serious eyes.

“I’m proud of you though. You dealt with that dickhead well. I would of buried him by now.” Trevor admitted with a genuine chuckle, mouth cracking into a smile as he did.

You returned his conversating mood, growing familiar with his bipolar emotions, deciding to remark before his entire mindset changes.

“You could say that.”

He mumbled under his breath, raising a finger towards you. “No, I’m deadass serious. No one should talk to a pretty lady like that. Especially one of my employees.”

His protectiveness startled you so suddenly. You weren’t sure how to react, feeling your stomach fluster a bit.

“Well, I’m sure this is normalised behaviour in strip clubs now.” You assured with a tint of sarcasm.

“Hm, it’s crazy what tits can do to a man now.” Trevor snorted disgustingly. “Shit, I’m growing hard even thinkin’ about some.”

You clicked your tongue to excuse the awkwardness, making yourself busy by collecting dirty cups and bringing them to the sink that was just behind you and Trevor.

The loud music beamed in your ears, making it hard to hear if he stepped back with you or not. But what answers your question would be the shadow that formed over yours. He was standing right behind you.

“Is everything okay?” You inquired concerningly. Your back was to the wall and your face was inches away from his

He shrugged, “Just spending quality time with my favourite employee.”

A scoff left your lips.

“You say that to every other lady in this place.”

Trevor glanced up in consideration before silently agreeing with you. That didn’t stop him from invading your personal space, head tilting to gaze into your eyes clearer.

“I’m telling the truth. You are my favourite, and I say that without fucking or kissing you.” He whispered. “You do some bad things to me, Y/N.”

Trevor took a few steps back, laughing at whatever he found funny, leaving you in the bar alone, flustered… And shamefully horny.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Ahh could we get a coulrophobic sunshine x Jack scenario? I hate clowns but Jack is such a comfort character for me 😭😭💕💕💕

Sorry I got to this so late! Drawing them stripper boys is a lot of work! Will post those on my art account! @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

Thanks for such the cute idea, I didn't really like clowns before Jack, but Jack is just a huge comfort to me now. That said, let's write it! Contents Inside: Coulrophobic Sunshine, Some mentions of scream/panic, otherwise very wholesome and sfw.

Just because this is SFW Content, does not mean minors should interact with this post, and this game as it is an 18+ community only. For SFW/Non-18+ Related content/artwork, go follow my non-roleplay account(s) mentioned above. ___________________________________________________________

Jack goes through that T.V screen of yours was absolutely horrifying, no doubt about it.

But seeing that he was a tall blue hair ghost clown as well?

Even more horrifying.

Poor thing, you were just in the corner screaming for dear life while Jack kept trying to calm you down.

Which only made you scream more.

After countless days of 'off and on' sleep, you tried your best to rationalize.

He hasn't hurt you the entire time he's been here.

All Jack ever has done was try to calm you down when you went on one of your tangent panics.

He's cleaned up your house, and wonderfully at that.

He's even made you breakfast!

Who doesn't love a good homemade pancake with delicious fruits and sticky syrup?

Jack's been trying his best to take his time with you.

You can tell from the way he approaches you slowly and refrains from sudden movement, like if you were approaching the neighborhood stray to pet it.

Slowly but surely, you decide to reach out to him for the first time.

As he's cooking your breakfast one morning per usual, you stand next to him and watch the magic happen.

Jack takes notice and side eyes you.

A small smile crept from his lips for a quick second before he put his attention on not burning the cake.

When he finishes, he hands you the plate of flap-jacks.

You tell him to sit next to you, and he obliges.

He slowly pulls up a chair and scoots in beside you, hands on the table and with a soft gaze.

You couldn't help but smile back, he was so sweet.

You felt bad, but he could understand.

I mean he came out of nowhere, and how was he supposed to know you were afraid of clowns?

No hard feelings at all!

You look at him and manage to mutter a good morning to him.

"Morning! H-How are you? Are you alright?"

His tone was energetic and excited.

This would be the first time you ever talked together normally.

He slowed himself down because he didn't wanna scare you off as he just began to make progress.

"I'm alright, thank you..how are you?"

And with that, the two of you began to make conversation. It was rather nice.

You got to learn about Jack a bit more, other than the fact he was a mysterious clown that can come out of screens.

Jack got to get to know you better, and he got you to trust him just a bit more.

That's all he ever wanted, for his sunshine to not be afraid of him.

You appreciated that he took his time with you, and that he worked alongside instead of pushing.

Ever since Ian, it was really needed.

It was perfectly timed almost.

Probably a coincidence though, right?

As a few months passed by, your relationship grew with Jack in the best way possible.

You guys would talk about the most random shit together.

You'd bake goods together, cook something up for dinner.

You let him sleep beside you instead of the couch.

And soon enough, it got more personal.

Sentimental cuddle hours..

Bubbly bubble baths..

And some even more personal things in bed~

And when it came to the question in mind:

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

You couldn't be happier.

You lunged into his arms and he picked you off your feet.

He showered your beautiful face with as much love as possible. The two of you couldn't be in anymore joy than this.

Jack finally earned your trust, and earned the love and devotion you wanted, deserved.

You finally earned someone who loves you and wouldn't hurt you for the world.

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Werewolf Books & Movie Recs

I commented on this post with werewolf book and movie recs, and I wanted to cross-post it here because it was so fun to make!

The original post mentions Teen Wolf, American Werewolf in London, Ginger Snaps, Dog Soldiers, Van Helsing movies, Disney's Werewolf-By-Night special, Wolfwalkers, Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in the Dungeon, After Dark Webtoon, Night Class comic, Bisclavret, Trick R Treat, Werewolf Fever, Strippers VS Werewolves, and Bad Moon.

Books (links to Storygraph)

Kitty Norville series by Carrie Vaugh - tries to have a more realistic take on werewolves and pack dynamics. A kickass radio DJ heroine, the fall of the Masquerade, and various horror show adventures

Her Wolf in the Wild by Rien Gray - butch biker werewolf romance in the American Southwest by an author with a golden touch. I love everything they write!

Queer Werewolves Destroy Capitalism by MJ Lyons - smutty m/m erotica collection with two stories featuring a werewolf and his trans mage boyfriend destroying capitalism

The Alchemy of Moonlight by David Ferraro - A YA gay gothic romance wherein a marquis disguises himself as a servant and discovers his new employers have a very furry secret

Wolfsong by TJ Klune - this one has been recommended to the moon and back, but for good reason! Ox is reunited with a mysterious boy and it's time to solve a murder.

Mead Mishaps series, Book 2: That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf by Kimberly Lemming - I ADORE this series. Bloody and cozy with delicious world-building, great humor, and hot smut. You can read it out of order, but after one you'll likely want to read them all.

Bored Gay Werewolf by Tony Santorella - New Adult coming of age where a gay slacker werewolf gets a life coach who is a little too helpful

Squad graphic novel by Maggie Tokuda-Hall and Lisa Sterle - a YA coming-of-age about a girl who joins a werewolf pack that dedicates itself to eating one rapist every month.

Find even more on Book Riot's 8 Werewolf Books From Around the World, 50 Must Read Werewolf Romance Books, Leaders of the Pack

Movies (links to IMDB)

As Boas Maneiras (2017) - Brazilian lesbian film about a nanny who falls for her employer while also growing increasingly worried about the child growing inside

The Wolfman (1941) - Lon Chaney Jr's many appearances as Larry Talbot are really great to help understand the popularization of the werewolf as uncontrolled id. His films are the ancestor of American Werewolf in London, Ginger Snaps, and Van Helsing movies. Also, yanno, they're easy to find online or at libraries. As a product of its time, there are anti-Romani slurs and racist language, so take care while watching

My Animal (2023) - sapphic werewolf horror/romance where young love brings out the animal within

Bloodthirsty (2020) - an indie singer joins colleagues on a remote retreat to create new music, but starts having dreams of hunger and the hunt.

Jack and Diane (2012) - Two young sapphic women meet in New York and sparks fly. Except when Jack informs Diane that she plans to move soon, Diane's possessive nature turns hairy.

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - The Frankel Footage (12/30)

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: guns

word count: 3549

Five dragged Luther towards the bar.

"I just told you the world was gonna end in ten days.", he said in an accusing manner.

"Yeah, well you always say that. Besides, our sister is either a stripper or an assassin or both. I really don't have time for your second apocalypse, Five.", Luther scoffed.

"Yes, well so far I've been right about the apocalypse."

Luther sighed heavily: "Look, you wanna save the world? Knock yourself out. I'm gonna get Nailah out of that slum as soon as possible. Besides, I've already got a job."

"Wait, you work in this shithole?", Five asked confused.

"Yeah, well my boss owns the place. I'm his bodyman."

"What's that? Like a masseuse or something?"

"Okay, make fun all you want but I take good care of Mr. Ruby."

"Wait, Ruby? The jack Ruby, the gangster that killed Oswald?"

"Yeah, the one and only."

Five snickered: "Well, it finally happened. Your guerrilla DNA has finally taken over your mind."

"Hey, watch it. Jack's a good friend. And I'm sure he'll even help Nailah get out of here.", Luther said glancing towards the stage where Nailah was dancing with knifes.

"And your Number One.", Five countered but followed Luther's gaze. "Número Uno, remember?"

"There is no Number One. Not anymore. Not in 1963.  Look, I've been stranded here alone for a year. What. did you expect?"

"I get it alright? You watched Pogo die, the world exploded and I marooned your big dumb ass in time. I'm sorry, okay? But I'm asking for your help, Luther. The Umbrella Academy needs you."

Luther scoffed: "It doesn't need me. It never did."

In that moment a low swoosh caught Five's attention and one of Ruby's body men fell on the ground. While Luther rushed to his boss Five glanced towards the stage were Nailah was retracting her arm from an elegant arabesque. She finished her dance and bowed deeply, then disappeared behind the stage. Before she left, she threw Five  a warning glance.

Five just leaned back at the bar and ordered a drink, waiting for Nailah to start her questioning. 

Luther was dragging both, the dead bodyman and a weird guy who was talking Mr. Ruby full. 

"Dad should've left him on the moon.", Nailah commented plopping down on the hocker next to Five and ordered an arak with lemon.

Five eyes her figure. She was wearing a girlish blue skirt and white top and high boots. Her tornado of hair was bound up into an elegant. knot. "You wanna tell me what you're doing here, Five? And while you're at it, why you were gawking at me, especially after you knew it was me up there?", she asked after taking a sip.

"I wasn't gawking."

"Sure you were. So?"

"How long have you been here?", Five asked.

Nailah shrugged: "3 years."

"Shit. And that's what you've been doing?"

Nailah chuckled: "God no. That's just part of the job for tonight."

"You're an assassin, aren't you?", Five crooked his head.

Nailah hummed: "I suppose you'd know, wouldn't you Five. So what? You figured out a way for us to get home?"

"Not really. I do know there's another apocalypse coming."

"Do tell. Why am I not surprised? So, what do we know?", Nailah asked emptying her drink.

"You're just gonna help?"

"Why not? It's either that or kill more people. And I could use a change of scenery."

Nailah and Five got up to leave the club but Five's jacket got stuck. Upon further investigation, Five realised it was a tape recording that had caused the rip in his jacket. 

11/22/63

FRANKEL FOOTAGE

Diego was pissed and happy. He could't actually decide. He was pissed because Lila had managed to play a vital role in his escape. And because he was snow stuck with her. He was happy because he was finally out of that damn looney-bin.

Running from the police he and Lila managed to find some clothes handing outside to dry. Diego grabbed some clothes and threw them at Lila.

"I'm not gonna get far dressed like some lobotomy case.", Diego said.

"You mean we."

"Look, I appreciate your help but now we go. our separate ways.", Diego said turning around to not have to watch Lila change.

"Why?", she asked.

​​​​​​​"Because they're gonna be looking for us. Together. We stand a better chance on out own."

"You need me. We make a good team.", Lila insisted.

"Too dangerous."

"You didn't think so back at the funhouse when is saved your ass, remember?"

Before Diego could respond a police car came rolling towards them. Quickly, Diego grabbed Lila and they hit behind a pillar. Diego looked. down seeing how close Lila was to him. Their breaths were mingling and if he wanted he could. have kissed her. But he didn't, obviously. 

"Your fly's undone.", Lila whispered.

She smiled pulling the zipper up: "Gotcha."

​​​​​​​"What is wrong with you?", Diego asked but didn't expect and answer.

"Come on, we'll take my car.", Lila said as soon as the police car was out of sight.

Diego looked at her confused. Lila took a stone from the ground and just smashed the window of a nearby car in. She sat in the driver's seat and began playing with the cables until the car engine started.

"What? You don't like the color?", she asked sarcastically seeing Diego's disapproving expression. "Stop being a princess and get in."

Diego sighed but listened and sat in the passenger's seat.

Luther picked up the wallet the guy that's been bothering Mr. Rudy lost while being dragged out. 

Carl Cooper. 

Luther left the club to return the wallet to the guy he had left at the payphone but to his shock he spotted no one other than Vanya driving Carl Cooper away.

Their eyes locked for a second but absolutely nothing besides neutrality was seen in Vanya's gaze. Luther whispered her name in disbelief. Vanya drove away with Carl Cooper before Luther could do anything.

"Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?", Five asked in the morning. Nailah was still sprawled out on the couch, sleeping like a baby. They had stopped at her apartment before returning to Elliott's to grab Nailah's necessities such as clothes and a sleeping mask.

"Of course.", Elliott confirmed. "Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighbourhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere."

"I didn't see a darkroom."

​​​​​​​"Yeah, I converted a hallway closet."

Five handed Elliott the tape he had found in his jacket the night before: ​​​​​​​"Can you develop this?"

"Huh. Frankel Footage. Friend of yours?"

"Cousins on my robot mother's side. Can you do it or not?", Five smiled fakely. 

​​​​​​​"Sure I can."

"How long?", Five asked. Elliott began blabbering about all the limitations of the development.

Five lost his patience: "Elliott."

"Five, maybe six hours.", Elliott quickly answered seeing Five's annoyed expression.  

"Attention all units. We have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium.", the radio speaker boomed. Five's head snapped to the radio.

"The hell is a. code 3-15?", he asked.

​​​​​​​"Fugitives on the run."

"Oh, Diego.", Five sighed listening to where the fugitives were probably right now.

"Who's Diego?", Elliott asked.

"Imagine Batman, then aim lower.", Five answered. ​​​​​​​"You get started on that film. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Wait what about her?", Elliott asked motioning to a still. passed out Nailah.

​​​​​​​"What about her?"

"I mean, she's hella scary. What am I supposed to do with her?"

"Well, for starters I suggest you don't wake her up. Have coffee ready and bacon. A lot of bacon. Extra crispy.", Five smiled then blitzed away.

Five found Diego and Lila very quickly and scoffed at the predictability of his brother.

"I am not trying to be a hero, okay?", Diegos scoffed annoyed at Lila as Five blitzed onto the backseat.

"They why are you doing this?", Lila asked.

"Because he's an idiot.", Five said making Lila shriek in surprise.

​​​​​​​"Who the hell are you?", she asked disturbed. 

Five smiled sweetly: "Hi. I'm his loving brother."

​​​​​​​"Who left me to rot in the nuthouse.", Diego added.

"To protect you from yourself.", Five bit back.

"That's quite sweet.", Lila commented earning a discerning look from Diego.

"Okay, both of you, out.", Diego ordered.

"Lose the crazy lady and come with me. We have important business", Five ordered back.

"I'm not going anywhere with you.", Diego announced.

Five spotted a police officer walking nearby. He leaned out the car window: "Officer!"

"Hey! What are you doing?", Diego pulled him back.

"I hear there's a reward out for you two."

"He's bluffing.", Lila dismissed him.

Diego and Five stared at each other for a while. "He's not. Fine. I'll go with you.", Diego said in defeat.

"What about me?", Lila asked smiling sweetly.

​​​​​​​"And I'm bringing the crazy lady.", Diego said as a way to annoy Five.

​​​​​​​"Fine. At least. Nailah will have someone to play with.", Five said sarcastically. 

"Where did you get the film? The Frankel Footage. The truth this time.", Elliott asked pointing a rifle at Five, Diego and Lila as soon as they entered his place.

"You know this lunatic?", Diego asked unimpressed.

Five sighed: "New acquaintance. He's harmless."

"Are you sure about that?", Lila asked.

​​​​​​​"Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?", Elliott shouted.

After a minute of silence Diego and Five started debating their answers.

"Such an open-ended question.", Diego commented.

​​​​​​​"Really depends on the people.", Five added.

"You move one muscle and I'll blow your brains out.", Elliott threatened.

"Wait, where's Nailah?", Five asked with a hint of concern ins voice.

"Went to get food. Now don't move!", Elliott trembled.

"You want to take this, or should I?", Diego asked.

​​​​​​​"No, I got this.", Five said.

"Hey, Lila...", Diego began. He was cut off by Five grabbing Elliott's rifle, making him shoot the ceiling. Diego grabbed the weapon and emptied it.

"What the hell just happened?", Lila asked.

"That was my idiot brothers and their chosen 'acquaintances'.", Nailah answered walking up the stairs with a piece of pizza in her hand.

She pulled her sunglasses up into her hair and eyed Diego: "Nice beard. Very caveman."

"Nice to see you too.", Diego hugged her with a half smile.

"They're so cute.", Lila commented at the couple bickering on the tape while painting Elliott's nails. "I love old couple. I'm always so proud of them for not murdering each other."

"Not everyone has murder instincts.", Nailah said sitting in the plush chair with a beer in one hand.

"Why are we watching this?", Diego asked in a tired voice but Five shushed him.

In the tape, Edna and Dan Frankel explained that they were about to see the president on the 22nd of November 1963. The only problem was that there was no possibility of this happening.

"That's six days from now.", Lila said.

​​​​​​​"Holy shit, this is it. The grassy knoll. Kennedy's about to get shot.", Diego suddenly regained his spirit. 

"How do you have this?", Nailah asked.

​​​​​​​"Hazel died to give me this footage. It must. be the key to stopping doomsday.", Five explained shortly.

"Hazel?", Diego. asked confused. 

"Long story."

"What's doomsday?", Lila asked.

"Longer story."

In the footage the gunshot was echoing through the park. Five seemed to have spotted something and began adjusting the settings until a tall figure with an umbrella was seen in the frame. Nailah, Five and Diego were left speechless for a moment.

"Dad.", all three of them whispered simultaneously. 

"Of course dad would be involved in the assassination. I should've known.", Diego murmured.

Five was pacing around the dark room and scratching his head: "No, you're jumping to collusions."

"Is he though?", Nailah asked.

​​​​​​​"What else was he doing on the grassy knoll, the exact second the president was shot?", Diego asked raising his voice.

​​​​​​​"It doesn't look good, I admit.", Five said agrily.

"Oh, really? Not good. Five, it looks fucking catastrophically.", Nailah said, burying her head in her arms. Five looked at her distressed figure for a couple of seconds.

"No, he's the signalman for the whole damn thing.", Diego said.

"Easy, Diego. Seriously."

"No, it makes sense. This is what Hazel was trying to tell you.", Nailah raised her head again.

"Exactly. We have to stop dad from killing the president.", Diego agreed.

"Alright you two. Dad was no Boy Scout but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing.", Five massaged the bridge of his nose.

"How would you know?", Diego asked.

"Diego, stop.", Nailah tried to intervene.

"No, you skipped out on his golden years.", Diego said in accusing tone.

​​​​​​​"Skipped out? You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for 45 years.", Five said bitterly.

"​​​​​​​Guys, we really don't have time for the 'who had it worse' - game. Dad's in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him. Elliott, you've got a phone book, right?", Nailah stood up, ready to separate the brothers if they didn't listen to her.

After finding the address, Five decided to leave Elliott with Lila. Only that Lila was nowhere to be found. Diego cursed and before they left, he went to assure Lila everything was fine.

Nailah, Diego and Five arrived at the old version of the umbrella academy late into the night.

Five stared at the symbol engraved into the wall. "You okay?", Diego asked and Nailah scanned Five's face carefully. 

"Yeah, fine. Just...", Five's thought trialed off again.

"How long has it been since you've seen him last?", Nailah asked while Diego began working on the lock.

​​​​​​​"45 years."

"That's a trip.", Diego commented.

"No kidding."

​​​​​​​"You more excited or stressed?", Nailah asked.

Five shot her a confused glance: "Neither? It just feels... weird."

"Stressed it is, then.", Nailah shrugged and Five's lips jerked slightly upwards.

​​​​​​​"You know, when I was stuck there in the apocalypse, there was a day that went by where I didn't hear his voice in my head.", Five confessed leaning against the glass door.

"What was he saying?", Diego asked. 

"I told you so."

Diego scoffed: "Well if dad's here, he's never met you before, so he can't say 'I told you so'."

"I'm sure he'll find a way.", Five said and blitzed inside, opening the door for his siblings.

​​​​​​​"Gotta remember that."​​​​​​​, Diego muttered before heading inside.

Splitting up, the three siblings began searching the house. Whenever one of them tried to turn on a light it immediately went off seconds later.

"That doesn't seem like a great sign.", Nailah muttered, letting small flames light on her fingernails.

Five punched a couch cushion lightly, sending a cloud of dust into the air. ​​​​​​​"Feels more like a front.", he said.

​​​​​​​"A front for what?", Diego asked.

"I don't know.", Five sighed.

​​​​​​​"Well, I'll take the left. Yell if you... uh, get in trouble.", Diego send Nailah and Five a strained smile and disappeared behind a door.

Five opened the other door and bowed playfully: "After you."

"If you're scared just say so.", Nailah said walking through and sending a small spark to burn a little hole into Five's jacket.

Five and Nailah walked silently through a narrow hallway with doors on each side.

"This is how horror movies begin.", Nailah whispered.

"Then let's not attract any unnecessary attention. Put your fingers out.", Five hissed back just as much uncomfortable as Nailah.

Nailah flicked her wrist and the flames went out immediately. Both her and Five began trying to open the doors but all of them were locked.

Nailah slowly opened a door that wasn't locked while Five discovered that the one next to it wasn't locked either. 

Quietly Nailah crept into the cold stone walls searching for a light switch. When she didn't find one she just let her nails serve as candles once again. A room full of hay and scratches on the wall emerged. 

"What the hell are you up to, dad?", Nailah whispered to herself, letting the flame consume her whole hand. 

Careful to not light any hay on fire, Nailah illuminated the whole room. From a corner a low, scared hooting sounded.

Nailah walked towards it and saw a small chimpanzee in hospital pants hiding behind a bed.

"Pogo?", Nailah asked.

The animal chittered lightly, looking at her with big, scared eyes.

"Oh, my God, Pogo.", Nailah choked out through tears.

At the same time, Five discovered another door from the room he was exploring to the room where Nailah and sunken down to her knees in front of Pogo.

"Nai, what are you doing?", Five asked carefully at the sight of his sister kneeling and sobbing with a rather big flame in her hands.

Nailah turned around. The tear streaks on her face were gleaming golden in the fire light. 

"It's Pogo.", she whispered. ​​​​​​​"Pogo, I've missed you so much.", she confessed to the monkey.

Five squatted down next t her: "Hey, there, little buddy. Pogo, it's so good to see you."

Nailah let the fire vanish from one hand raised it to stroke Pogo's head. Five immediately recognised Pogo's fear it the hand again being full of fire and realised Pogo wasn't about to let Nailah touch him.

Without warning Five shoved Nailah aside, losing balance in the process and instead of the girl, he fell victim to Pogo's vicious scratch in an attempt at defence.

Five grunted in pain, grabbing his neck while Nailah's fire got caught up in the hay.

Pogo ran away swiftly.

Nailah cursed seeing the room quickly catching fire.

"Shit, we need to put it out!", Five stood up panicking and looked around for any water nearby.

"Calm down, I've got this.", Nailah stood up as well.

Spreading out her hands she closed her eyes and slowly the fire started to elevate from the floor and formed a liquid wave that washed back into Nailah through her fingertips.

As soon as no heat was left in the room, Nailah gasped for air and stumbled slightly. Five took a step froward ready to catch her but she only raised a hand signalling that it wasn't necessary.

"You okay?", Five asked as both of them left the room through Five's door.

"Yeah."

"Where'd you learn that anyways?"

"You were gone a long time, Five. I've learned some new things. Come on, let's go find Diego."

Five and Nailah found their brother unconscious on the ground under the pillars that were holding the building up.

"Shit, he's bleeding.", Five cursed seeing the dark pool of blood forming under Diego.

​​​​​​​"Can you burn that?", Five asked.

Nailah examined the wound: "I don't think so. Dirt's already in there, it would only cause an infection. Come on, let's get him to the car."

Grunting and panting somehow Nailah and Five managed to drag Diego into the backseat of the car. Absolutely ignoring the speed limit, Nailah raced back to Elliott's house.

"Can you go faster?", Five urged.

​​​​​​​"If you want us to die, I can."

Tense silence spread around them.

"You okay?", Nailah asked seeing the scratches on Five's neck.

​​​​​​​"Yeah, I'm fine. Not that deep."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Push me away from Pogo."

Five stilled for a second as if contemplating what to answer. In truth, he didn't know why himself. It had been an impulse, a split second without judgement or thought.

"'Cause you were weeping like a child without its favourite toy and you had obviously no control over yourself.", Five answered.

​​​​​​​"Well, thanks to you we almost burned down the academy."

"Thanks to me? You're the one with the fire in a room full off flammable stuff."

"That's because I can control myself. Do you remember the last time you couldn't. control yourself? 'Cause I do. You blitzed away and got stuck in the future for 45 years and had most definitely lost your mind. So don't lecture me on self-control, because I have plenty, thank you very much.", Nailah snapped backing anger. Her eyes blinked dangerously.

Five looked at her shocked and disappointed: "You really think that by playing dirty and hitting sore spots you're making a point?"

Nailah shrugged: "Works for you, doesn't it?"

For the rest of the ride Five and Nailah didn't say a word to each other.

-> Umbrella Academy Masterlist

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About Reaching for Forever: Steam Level: erotic romance For him, it was lust at first sight…For her, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him… CAUTION: Sexy page-turning read, totally unputdownable. #LoveAtFirstSight #SecretBaby #HappyEverAfter Flora Hargrove is a school teacher, a normal kind of gal who is all about family and friends. So when her best friend needs undercover help to save a teen that’s gone missing, she’s all in — stripper pole and all. Of course Mandy wasn’t totally straight with Flora, so when she donned her outfit, or should we say ‘took off her clothes’, she was more than a little embarrassed until it let loose something inside of her she never knew she had. Then one thing led to another and now she’s pregnant (yes, it happened that fast). Rex Reddington is struggling with his new life. He’s literally a jack-of-all-trades and now finds himself helping his PI friend moonlight on a kidnapping case that’s about to come down. Problem? The criminals were onto them and they needed to take cover — so they each took one of the dancers for a lap dance in one of the private rooms. And it should have stopped there. But it didn’t…it went too far. But no regrets. Even when they met months later and he found out he was a soon-to-be dad. You don’t have to be married to be a parent, but there was no way in hell he was letting this one get away. “— an amazing read. This book has it all, intrigue, humor, action, and of course steamy romance. I am going to read more of her books” ~ 5 stars, Amazon Reviewer (Making the Switch) The steamy standalone novels in Tara Eldana’s Kinklink series are best read in order: TAKING THE LEAD MAKING A SWITCH GETTING TO FOREVER REACHING FOR FOREVER Buy the ebook: Buy the Book On Amazon Buy the Book On Barnes & Noble/Nook Buy the Book On Smashwords Buy the Book On iBooks/iTunes Buy the Book On Kobo Link to Series Buy the Print book: Buy the Book On Amazon Buy the Book On Barnes & Noble/Nook Author Bio: I am a very recently retired, multi-award-winning staff writer for a weekly community newspaper chain in metro Detroit. I became hooked on romance fiction when my 11th grade English teacher rejected the book report I wrote, saying the book was much too easy for me, and insisted I read and report on Daphne du Maurier's "Rebecca. After some life-changing health issues, and covering over a dozen murder and criminal trials, I decided to write the kind of stories I like to read, stories with happy endings. I love the romance genre and love letting my characters take control of their stories. I write under the pen name of Tara Eldana. Follow the author on social media: Learn more about the writer. Visit the Author's Website Facebook Fan Page Twitter Instagram Read the full article

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Every Single Song I've Posted Here Since 2013

Under the cut - I'll make a Spotify playlist to pin soon <3

2013:

The Space of Your Mind - Black Mountain

Annabel Lee - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Skinny Love - Birdy

Femme Fatale - The Velvet Underground

Crystal Ship - The Doors

Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground

Fault Line - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Our Brave New World - The Dolly Rocker Movement

When You're Evil - Aurelio Voltaire

The Power of Love - Huey Lewis & The News

In The Aeroplane Over The Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel

So Sister - The Verve

Burn The Witch - Queens of The Stone Age

We Rise Again - Gogol Bordello

Dragula - Rob Zombie

Burnin' For You - Blue Oyster Cult

Sundrenched World - Joshua Radin

Like A Bad Girl Should - The Cramps

Beat The Devil's Tattoo - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Lasagna - The Knife

Am I Only - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Walk On The Wild Side - Lou Reed

Gobbledigook - Sigur Ros

This Is Halloween (Music Box Version)

Death Is The Road To Awe - Clint Mansell

Video Games - Kasabian

See My Vest - Mr. C.M. Burns

Heroes - David Bowie

2014:

Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel

Abattoir Blues - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

One Way To Go - The Verve

Heat Of The Moment - Asia

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Strange And Beautiful - Aqualung

Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me - The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

Lux Aeterna - Clint Mansell

West Coast - Coconut Records

Something To Do With My Hands - Her Space Holiday

Super-Sonic - The Brian Jonestown Massacre

Teardrop - Massive Attack

Institutionalized - Suicidal Tendencies

She Did A Lot Of Acid - Neutral Milk Hotel

Stagger Lee - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde

Cell Block Tango (He Had It Coming) - Chicago

U Angel U - Elvis Depressedly

Sweet Come Down - The Black Ryder

Outside - The Black Ryder

Stranger Than Kindness - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Nick The Stripper - The Birthday Party

The Killing Type - Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra

Exile Vilify - The National

This Mess We're In - PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke

It Girl - The Brian Jonestown Massacre

Bad Wine And Lemon Cake - The Jane Austen Argument

Champagne Supernova - Oasis

Criminal - Fiona Apple

Pepper - Butthole Surfers

Club Foot - Kasabian

Your Funeral, My Trial - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Blackberry Stone - Laura Marling

2015:

All Flowers In Time Bend Towards The Sun - Jeff Buckley and Elizabeth Fraser

When Doves Cry - Prince

Love Cats - The Cure

Avalanche - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Silver Coin - Angus & Julia Stone

Dickhead - Kate Nash

Fable Theme - Danny Elfman & Russell Shaw

Bigger On The Inside - Amanda Palmer

The Sweetest Embrace - Barry Adamson (featuring Nick Cave)

Harder To Breathe - Maroon 5

Be My Baby - The Ronettes

Strength Through Music - Amanda Palmer

Strawberry Gashes - Jack Off Jill

Bullet Proof... I Wish I Was - Radiohead

Across The Stars - Richard Jones

Pavlov's Daughter - Regina Spektor

Briony - Dario Marianelli

Clone High Theme - Abandoned Pools

Phoenix - The Jane Austen Argument

Babe, You Turn Me On - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Lost Elf Theme - Trevor Morris

Hero - Regina Spektor

Crimson And Clover - Teho Teardro, Blixa Bargeld

2016:

Necessary Evil - The Dresden Dolls

Charmless Man - Blur

Enchanting Ghost - Sufjan Stevens

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

The Show Must Go On - Queen

Magneto - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Skeleton Tree - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Another Year: A Short History Of Nearly Something - Amanda Palmer

Samson - Regina Spektor

Princess Leia's Theme - John Williams

2017:

Take A Look At My Girlfriend - Supertramp

IDFC (Acoustic) - Blackbear

Age Of Consent - New Order

I'll Make A Man Out Of You - Mulan

House Of Cards - Radiohead

In My Time Of Dying - Led Zeppelin

Work Song - Hozier

Blake Says - Amanda Palmer

I Found A Reason - Cat Power

Satisfied Mind - Jeff Buckley

The Beauty's Wicked Wiles - Masayoshi Soken

Holes - The Jane Austen Argument

Shiola - Murder By Death

Love Me Dead - Ludo

2018: Nothing - I abandoned tumblr and did a lot of healing lol

2019:

My Sweet Lord - George Harrison

Vacation - Vitamin C

2020:

The Man Who Sold The World - David Bowie

2021: Nothing - still not feeling tumblr

2022: Nothing - still getting my shit together

2023: Nothing - it's a process, okay?

2024:

Wild God - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Angel Of The Morning - Juice Newton

Let Me Teach You How To Eat - Reverend Horton Heat

Whatever (I Had A Dream) - Butthole Surfers

Black Me Out - Against Me!

Junkyard - The Birthday Party

Body Like A Back Road - JVZEL

Sleeping Late - Doctor Hook & The Medicine Show

Rabbit Will Run - Iron & Wine

Josh - Peach PRC

Spine - Myrkur

Lazy Bones - Joel Plaskett

John Finn's Wife (Live) - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Radicals - Matthew Good

Psycho - Eddie Noack

KD and Lunch Meat - Boy Golden

Be Gay, Do Drugs, Hail Satan - Super Cassette

Tempel - Colour Haze

When The Trickster Starts A-Poking - Gogol Bordello

My Backwards Walk - Frightened Rabbit

Let's Roll Just Like We Used To - Kasabian

Haunted Cathouse - Nekromantix

Alice's Restaurant Massacre - Arlo Guthrie

Welcome To: - Ani Difranco

Lost River - Murder By Death

I Found A Reason - The Velvet Underground

Son Of Yule - Jex Thoth

Dark Solas Theme - Trevor Morris

A Million Deaths - Fleshgod Apocalypse

Places We Won't Walk - Bruno Major

Let The Day Begin - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

My Friends - Laura Marling

Walk Like A Zombie - Horrorpops

For Whom The Bell Tolls - Metallica

Death Death (Devil, Devil, Evil, Evil Song) - Aurelio Voltaire

We Call Upon The Author - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

I'm Blue - The 5.6.7.8's

Delicate Petite & Other Things I'll Never Be - Against Me!

Frogs - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Tower Of Song - Leonard Cohen

I Am The Antichrist To You - Kishi Bashi

Desire 126 - Hollerado

My Boy Builds Coffins - Florence & The Machine

Maniac - Carpenter Brut

Black Water - Timber Timbre

Slow It Down (Live) - The Lumineers

4 Minute Warning - Radiohead

The Ballad of Lucy Jordan - Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

Devil Like Me - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft - Klaatu

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo - -Bloodhound Gang

Clap Hands - Tom Waits

The Lyre of Orpheus - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Two Little Girls - Ani Difranco

Mediocrity Rules - Le Tigre

A Bar Song (Tipsy) - Shaboozey

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

Where The Wild Roses Grow (Blixa Version) - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Nita - Pezz