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megxplryxb · 2 years

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Bite Me...

*Note* Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of posts lately, i've been really sick and feeling crap but started to write this on Halloween night and only finished it now. Also, Green with Envy pt. 2 is almost finished so bare with me. Anyway, enjoy your weekend beautiful people <3

Warnings: Smut at the end because we all love smutty Steve.

Pairings: Steve Harrington fem!reader

Disclaimer: I do not take any credit for gifs used.

The sound of children’s laughter and excitement echoed loudly through your usually quiet neighbourhood as Halloween night was finally upon the town of Hawkins, Indiana. You smiled, looking out your bedroom window to see an army of kids hyped up on sugar, running all over the leaf filled streets with their flashlights, knocking on doors, dressed up as monsters and superheroes trying to get as much loot as they could before darkness completely covered the skies and their parents ordered them to call it a night.

Halloween had been your personal favourite holiday ever since you were a little girl, running around trick or treating with your friends, collecting as much candy as you could in your costume of choice for that year, secretly watching horror movies with your older brothers’ to end the evening while your parents were out at some gathering. Now that you were older however, trick or treating had been traded for drinking and partying but the dressing up tradition had always remained firmly intact for you and your friends.

Music blared from the radio on your bedside locker as you added the finishing touches to the vampire outfit you were wearing to Steve Harrington’s Halloween bash at his parents house. Two fake puncture wounds on the side of your neck, eye make up dark and glittery as your mouth featured a pair of plastic fangs. Your usual straight hair now full of long loose curls, black tights matching the colour of your short skirt. Cleavage much fuller than normal as the purple corset top hugged your chest tightly making your boobs spill over the edge ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t intended on looking a tiny bit slutty tonight, thankful your parents had already long gone to their own Halloween activities to notice what you were wearing.

The beep outside signalled to you that Jonathan had arrived and was waiting patiently outside. The second and continuous beep, signalled to you that he had already picked up Eddie Munson who was not being so patient and wanted you out of the house immediately. You rolled your eyes at your friend’s immaturity, bending down to the mirror on your dressing table, applying the dark shade of lipstick before grabbing your purse and heading out the front door.

“Come on sweetheart, we should be drunk al—SWEET JESUS” Eddie cried, hanging out the car window, stunned as you walked towards your friends, finally getting in to the back seat beside the long haired boy.

“You look amazing!” Nancy squealed excitedly. “You guys do too, you’re really pulling off the blonde wig Nance!” You complimented as Nancy smiled sweetly. She had her and Jonathan’s costumes picked out since the middle of summer, deciding to go as Sandy and Danny from Grease as it was her favourite movie. Jonathan easily agreeing to it once she was happy.

“I know I’m not supposed to say things like this to one of my best friend’s but fuck you look smokin’ hot.” Eddie drooled, eyes glued to your cleavage. He was dressed as some up and coming musician called Slash and swore that this guy was going to be the next up and coming rockstar.

“Eddie can you not be a perv for five minutes?” Nancy pleaded.

“Eyes up here at all times Munson.” You ordered, pointing to your face as he shook his head to focus. “Yes, ma’am.” He joked as you shouldered him playfully.

“Wonder what Harrington is going as this year.” Jonathan quizzed as everyone else shrugged. You knew Steve was dressing as Joel Goodsen from Risky Business, he had showed you the costume two days ago while you lay naked in his bed after another round of mind blowing sex. But that was a secret you had both been keeping from your friends for the last couple of months, because tonight while pretending to be a bloodsucking creature of the night, you also had to pretend that you weren’t in a relationship with one, Steve Harrington.

You weren’t exactly sure when your feelings for Steve had changed from platonic to romantic, maybe those feelings had always been there deep down but you knew something had definitely shifted between you after getting trapped in that Russian elevator back at the Starcourt mall. The way he intertwined his fingers with yours as you sat on the cold floor trying to come up with a plan to get out of there, the way you rested yourself on his shoulder while his hand sat on your thigh, the fact that you had almost kissed while the others were sleeping until Dustin let one rip and pulled you back to reality again, both of you bursting in to quiet fits of laughter. You could see how much Steve had matured by the way he protected you from the Russian guards when they held you captive while Robin, Dustin and Erica had escaped to get help. It was he who took the beatings when they looked for information that neither of you could give, drugging you both in the hopes that someone would let something slip. The only thing Steve let slip in his drugged up state though, was his regret of not getting to kiss you back in the elevator, a regret you silently agreed with.

Neither of you brought it up again after the drugs had worn off and the mind flayer had been defeated. You decided to take Max under your wing after losing her brother and Steve was busy job hunting with Robin after the mall had all but burned to the ground. When you did find yourselves together however, either alone or with the others, you were certain there was a spark between you that neither had noticed before. Things stayed that way for several months, you and Steve being drawn to each other, finding reasons to touch or be near the other, it was something unspoken between you but you both knew it was there. Then, like clockwork, strange things started to occur in Hawkins once more with Chrissy Cunningham mysteriously dying, followed by Fred Benson days later. It didn’t take the group long to figure out another battle was on the horizon.

The battle with Vecna felt darker and more personal than it ever had before. The creature playing on people’s fears and weaknesses, taking pleasure in causing so much terror and pain and for the first time, you weren’t sure it was a fight that you and the others could win. You were fearful for the younger teens safety, hating that they were once again in danger but you all promised to see it through to the end one way or the other.

The night before the final fight, you found yourself at Steve’s house, both realising that if you were going to die, you wanted to spend your last night in the presence of the other. It had become a common theme, finding comfort in each other’s company every time your little town was on the brink of total destruction. Sharing a bottle of whiskey from his parents drinks cabinet, sitting on his living room floor, backs against the couch, listening to music as you talked about all the things you hadn’t gotten to do in life up to that moment. You weren’t sure how it happened or who had initiated it but suddenly your lips were on Steve’s, hands lost in hair, clothes torn off and desperate words being whispered in to each other’s ears. Something that had started out fast and frenzied became slow and passionate, as realisation set in that it might have been your first and last night together. Feelings that had been hidden away for the better part of a year, now out in the open, bodies aching to feel anything other than fear and the next morning you woke in Steve’s bed, laying across his chest as he held you close.

It had been the best night of your life.

Now months later, Vecna was dead and you and Steve were finally a proper couple, although no one else knew that yet. The two of you had been enjoying your time together in secret, getting to know one another better before telling everyone else about your relationship. You knew they’d all be ecstatic, especially Dustin and Max but neither of you were ready to answer any questions yet. So instead, you snuck around like naughty teenagers, trying to steal moments with each other whenever possible and you had to admit, it was pretty fun.

You knew Steve would both love and hate your Halloween costume. He had begged you to tell him what you were going as, pleading with you not to look too revealing as he’d spend all night trying to hide an awkward hard on, knowing he couldn’t touch you without blowing your cover. He should never have told you that because you had made it your job to find the most scandalous clothing possible, wanting to make him suffer.

Jonathan pulled up, parking on the side of the street as you all emptied out of the car. “m’lady” Eddie bowed, offering his hand to help you out, you gladly accepting. “Who said chivalry was dead?” You teased as he winked at you, walking towards the door. Nancy’s soft knock was met by a sneer from Eddie. “Nance, just walk in. No one’s gonna hear your knock with the music that loud.” Jonathan muttered.

“No, Jonathan it’s rude to just walk in to someone’s house!” She argued.

“It’s Steve, I don’t think he’ll be offended.” You laughed. “You’re all wasting valuable drinking time!”. Eddie groaned, finally shuffling by everyone to open the door. The house was already packed with people as you made your way in to find your boyfriend and Robin. Your best friend had also been roped in to help Steve for the better part of two days, cleaning, decorating and shopping for drinks and food for the party, both of you taking over the duties when Steve went to work at the video store. Eventually, you found them both in the kitchen, talking to a bunch of people over a couple of drinks and you couldn’t help but bite your lip seeing Steve in his sunglasses, something about it just made you weak, thoughts immediately turning dirty in your mind.

“You’re here!” Robin gasped, noticing you first as Steve’s attention was pulled from his current conversation to look at you, jaw almost hitting the floor when he saw you. You tried your best to keep your focus on Robin but you couldn’t help notice the lust in his eyes as you mentally undressed each other.

“I know, sorry we’re a bit late, we had to stop at the store for cigarettes for Eddie and then Jonathan forgot his jacket and—”

“I wanna say I’m hearing you but I’m way too distracted by your boobs.” Robin teased as you let out a laugh. “Robin!” You cried, blushing slightly at your friend who was dressed as Carrie, and weirdly pulling it off.

“I’m sorry! It’s just I’ve never seen them so on show before, I don’t know why you don’t show them more often, you have very nice boobies and I’m going to stop talking before Vickie gets here and I get in to trouble.”

“Buckley, stop perving on your best friend.” Steve joked as Robin shoved him playfully. “I’m just complimenting her boobies dingus, girls are allowed to do that sort of thing.” Robin defended.

“Well maybe you should go compliment your girlfriend’s boobies instead because she just walked in the front door.” Steve said encouraging Robin towards the hallway. “Oh, look how cute she looks! I’ll be back in a second.” Robin squealed, running to greet her girlfriend, leaving you and Steve alone as he handed you a red cup full of beer.

“So can I compliment your boobies too or is that weird?” He whispered in a teasing voice. “I’d be highly offended if you didn’t, Harrington.” You flirted back, taking a sip of your drink as he took in the view before him, removing his glasses, placing the temple in his mouth to inspect you further. “Jesus Christ, you’re too fucking hot in that outfit.” He groaned, practically drooling all over the place.

“You’re looking pretty hot yourself, Stevie.” You grinned as he stopped himself from moving closer.

“How am I gonna last the night with you looking like that huh?” He whispered desperately in your ear before the others joined you back in the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asked suspiciously as you and Steve both looked at each other…”Boobies.” You said in unison as Eddie laughed excitedly.

“My kind of conversation.”

An hour or so had past and you were back in the kitchen after having danced with Nancy, Robin and Vickie, sitting on the counter top with another drink in hand.

“I think Steve’s seeing someone.” Robin stated, stuffing her face with nachos as you tried not to spit your beer all over the floor.

“What makes you say that?” You asked nervously, looking over at Steve who was sat on the couch in deep conversation with Jonathan and Eddie.

“Well, besides the huge hickey he had on his neck in work last week, he’s not flirting with the customers which is totally unlike him and he hasn’t been on a date in like months. Haven’t you noticed?” Robin asked.

“I guess I haven’t.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Has he said anything to you?” She questioned as you shifted uncomfortably.

“No, why would he? You’re his best friend, you see him more than I do and I’m sure if he was seeing someone, he’d tell you first.” You assured, feeling slightly guilty for lying to her.

“I don’t know, I mean, I’d really love to meet her if she does exist because he’s been really happy lately, happier than I’ve ever seen him.” Robin revealed smiling at you as you smiled back, heart fluttering at her words about Steve. You weren’t quite sure if she was trying to hint at something but you were thankful when Vickie interrupted the conversation, dragging her girlfriend back to the dance floor again.

A couple of hours past and the party was still in full swing, drinks were flowing, music playing, people dancing and making out. You had just beaten Eddie in beer pong, the two of you deciding to take a couple of shots afterwards for good measure but now you were starting to feel a little light headed, deciding to sneak outside to Steve's back yard for some air.

"Boo." Your boyfriend whispered huskily, wrapping his strong arms around you, nuzzling in to your neck.

"Steve, someone could walk out here at any second!" You giggled, turning to face him.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you out here all alone huh? Lot's of creepy people out tonight just looking to take advantage of an innocent girl." He teased, as you let his hands roam your body, your arms sliding around his neck. "Is that so?"

"Mmhmm." He nodded, grinning at you.

"Oh Stevie, I think you're underestimating your girlfriend." You flirted, walking slowly to the side of Steve's house, curling your finger, signalling for him to follow you.

"And why is that princess?" He asked licking his lips, catching up to you as you grinned cheekily at him, lifting your skirt ever so slightly to slowly pull your black lace thong down around your ankles before removing them completely, throwing them at your boyfriend.

"Because I'm not very innocent at all."

"Holy shit...." He swallowed, putting a hand through his hair, unable to get any words out of his mouth.

"Steve Harrington lost for words...that's gotta be a first." You smirked, biting your lip as he stared lustfully at you.

Steve had never seen you like this before, usually it was he who would take control, initiate the flirting or the foreplay but here you stood, so bold, so brazen, full of confidence, absolutely radiating sex and fuck, it was turning him on.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" He groaned, closing the space between you, backing you in to the wall. Steve took your hand, placing it on his already hardened cock, priding yourself on your ability to arouse him that quick. "You see what you do to me huh? The way your fuckin' dressed, fuck i've been staring at you all night, just want to ruin you." He whispered.

"I want that too." You moaned, feeling his hand slide between your legs, sliding a finger achingly slow through your folds, letting out a pathetic whine. "So fuckin' wet, always ready for me. Think I could fuck you out here without anyone seeing, baby?" He questioned in your ear, making you shiver excitedly at the thoughts of him fucking you in his backyard. Deep down you knew it was a bad idea but it was hard to care when Steve was whispering dirty things in your ear, promising to make you come over and over again.

"Steve.." You whimpered as his lips met yours, tongue darting in to your mouth. "Wanna know a secret? I've got a thing for vampires and you're the hottest one I've ever seen." He confessed, a darkness in his eyes as the lust began to take over.

"Want me to bite you Stevie?" You teased, nipping lightly at him, leaving wet kisses down his collarbone.

"Oh shit, want you to bite me baby, fucking do it." He pleaded as you sunk your teeth in to his neck. Steve hissing in pleasure as you began to suck on the skin, leaving an instant bruise.

“Oh, oh fuck you’re so hot right now.” He cried, grabbing your hair, holding you in place as you continued to suck and lick his neck.

“Taste good, baby?” He asked as you nodded, proud of the love bite you had left on him.

“Wanna suck on something else now….” You admitted, playing with his belt buckle as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Christ, you’re really trying to kill me.” He stated, throwing his head back as you began to unzip his pants.

“Harrington, where the fuck are you?” Eddie yelled from the house as you quickly pulled apart, knowing it was only a matter of time before your friend checked the yard.

“Shit.” Steve muttered, trying to fix himself before returning to the party, hiding his hickey with the collar of his shirt. “Typical Munson.” He sighed as you fixed your hair and outfit, trying to grab your panties back from your boyfriend.

“Not so fast sweetheart, I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long shot.” He grinned, dangling your lace thong in front of you.

“Steve!” You blushed, trying to grab your underwear again as he stuffed them in to his pants pocket. “I’m gonna keep these for now because what I have planned for you later, doesn’t involve panties.” He smirked as you huffed, folding your arms. Steve slyly smacking your ass as you both walked back in to the house, instantly being greeted by Eddie, wearing a shit eating grin on his face, realising exactly what you two had been up to.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things 4

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changingplumbob · 5 months

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Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 4

This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Bob: Costume time! Okay friends and fans, it’s time for our Halloween special, who wants to make a pumpkin pie with me?

From beside Bob the droid chirps to indicate that people are tuning in.

Bob: As you can see I have chosen to be a rebel pilot today. I’ll be keeping this on for the bake and my bake sale but something tells me the boss would not approve of me turning up to work in it. Okay let’s run through all our ingredients

The drone chirps while Bob begins preparations. Eliza’s suggestion to get the drone may have stemmed from a place of wanting the flashiest one but Bob appreciated having a set of eyes he could look at when he talked.

Bob: Ugh, kneading, not my favourite part after I’ve already done a workout but hey, that’s on me

He continues to narrate his baking, even getting the drone to read out a question or two that viewers have sent in about the recipe. In the end he pulls one excellent pumpkin pie out of the oven, a perfect Halloween treat.

Bob: Come one, come all to Bob’s Bars! We don’t just have our classic beloved lemon bars today, we have cake and cookies for the sweetness you want on Halloween. If you’re having all that sugar, may as well get full eating it!

The first few customers seem unimpressed with Bob’s selling today but when some new sims walk up to purchase suddenly decide maybe the baking isn’t so bad.

Fergus: Hey Onyx could you- woah! What are you

Onyx: A knight obviously. I see you’re going with the classic skeleton

Fergus: No point fixing what isn’t broke. But could you please help me with my bike? Dad’s busy with the sale and I don’t want to interrupt mother when she’s practicing her speech

Onyx: Sure, I can try. Hop on and I’ll try explain, remember I only just learnt how to ride before my birthday

Fergus: Oh yeah, that’s right

So Fergus wobbles his way around the yard with Onyx doing their best to provide guidance.

Bob: Alright folks, my shift will be starting soon. Who’s going to be customer of the day and buy the last lemon bar?

Harvey: Hello. Do you have bake sales often

Bob: Why yes I do sir

Harvey: How convenient! And do you get positive reviews

Bob: Indeed I do

Harvey: Well then person I’ve never met I would like to buy the last lemon bar

After Bob makes the sale Harvey tells everyone around him how good it is while Bob packs up. It’s good to have friends.

Eliza greets the first trick or treater and offers them some candy. The kid leaves happy and Ginger comes out of the house very confused.

Ginger: *whines* What’s going on

Eliza: Ginger sweetie it’s just me, it’s just mother. Here let me give you a brush

Ginger: *barks* you may not look like mother but you definitely smell the same

Then it’s dinner time for the Pancakes left at home.

Fergus: Dad left us roast! Awesome

Eliza: Onyx will you be able to eat in that helmet

Onyx: I could ask you the same question. But I won’t, because I’m a good kid who deserves a horse

Fergus: *laughs*

The trio chat and eat while Ginger looks on. Sure she has biscuits in her bowl but that looks like real meat on the table. Why won’t they feed her that?

Onyx takes care of the dishes and Fergus decides it’s time for Ginger to learn another trick, playing dead. Mustering his drama skills he does his best to show her what to do, but she remains skeptical of the exercise. Fergus keeps trying though and eventually Ginger catches on, rolling to the floor.

Fergus: You did it! Well done Ginger, we’re stars

*doorbell rings*

Eliza: Onyx could you get that one

Onyx: Sure mother

They open the door to the deck candy all prepared and are greeted by a teen girl dressed as a maid.

Zhafira: Trick or treat

Onyx: Uhh… what

Zhafira: *laughs* I mean for me

Onyx: Oh, right. Have some candy?

Zhafira: Why thank you

Onyx has just decided they should ask what high school the stranger attends when she turns and skips off down the drive.

Carson pops over to visit and become best friends with Onyx!

Onyx: Where’s your costume

Carson: I’m dressed as someone who doesn’t care about Halloween

Onyx: Your loss. Hey, have you seen a girl at school?

Carson: There are many girls at school

Onyx: I mean a specific one, she’s a brunette with a bob cut

Carson: You don’t know a name

Onyx: She left pretty quickly, but she was cute and I wondered why I hadn't noticed her before

Carson: People keep aging Onyx, so more teens. But sorry I don’t really find many people cute at our school so haven't noticed

Onyx: You said that last year. But if you know you’re bi you must have been attracted to someone once right

Carson: I mean, it’s going to sound stupid...

Onyx: You’re my best friend, sound as stupid as you like

Carson: I mean I’ll find a guy or girl pretty but my daydreams are usually romance filled instead of woohoo filled

Onyx: Huh. So are you like, anti-kissing

Carson: I don't know, growing up is confusing

Onyx: You’re telling me

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0904 #OnyxPancakes #FergusPancakes #BobPancakes #ElizaPancakes #HarveyFoster #CarsonFoster

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accirax · 2 months

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combining some of @sapphireroses282's asks into one post! (what they said is indented)

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2nd greet from the same person but I guess with a slightly more positive ending/reply. (Almost feels like a take two haha. 😅) Also, oooh~ I wonder what they said to him at the end to get that response~? 😏😉

Alec, with Derek threatening him at gunpoint behind the camera: haha yeah i guess my life isn't totally over asker hahahaha

given that it's for the same person and Alec somewhat retcons what he said, i do wonder if it was genuinely a re-do of a greeting that someone wasn't happy with. either way, i wonder what happened for Alec to go from 7th most favorite to most favorite in the interrim.

makes sense that he used to be a librarian, though, given his title of The Librarian. that also means he was probably making a slightly above average salary for the UK, given some baseline research. though, if he's competing to be Riya's sugar daddy, he's still losing to Connor. (/j)

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My two favourite Aiden greetings~ ^^ Viester's singing voice is ❤Godly❤ and Aiden was super cute in the 2nd one~! 😊

the Aiden singing greetings make me conceptually happy because i feel like Viester enjoys the chance to learn and perform new songs for everybody. you can hear the happiness in his voice... or he's just flexing his acting skills as well, lol.

and that staring contest cracked me up. i guess the asker really did only ask about Aiden's favorite color? funny, given how everyone else seems to be asking for like three answers minimum plus a song. speaking of alternate universes, though, Aiden has the same rationale behind his favorite color as an alternate universe version of Winnie the Pooh. not the canonical one, though.

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That lucky little... H-huh!? 😳 Jealous?? Who's jealous? Not me-! Who- Who said I was jealous!?!? Ok jokes aside, I'm kinda confused on why his fav dish is grilled asparagus now when he said it was spaghetti bolognese or smth in another greeting... Ah well, whatever.

i wonder how Alec's ex-wife would react to knowing that so many people are trying to rizz this dude up in her absence. then again, he's popular on the "we love pathetic men" website, so if she's not into failwives, maybe she just thinks everyone's insane.

as for the food thing, i'm guessing they might not have wanted to double up on the exact same content in greetings? like, especially if they were sent in at around the same time, i could see them not wanting the second person to feel like they were ripped off for getting the exact same info that someone else already happened to ask a little bit earlier. perhaps Alec's favorite meal is spaghetti bolognese with a side of grilled asparagus.

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Yep. This is it. This is the best one. No question. It's stuff like this that truly makes me thankful for the DC fandom! 😭❤ Why did that last meow sound so suave/flirty too?!?! 😂🙈 (I'd be surprised if Raitix didn't have to do multiple takes of this because he kept bursting out laughing during it. Sounded like he was close to it tho) I'd say it was definitely worth the $80~! 😁

y'know, if they were going to go this far, they should've added cat ears as a costume as well. (/j)

Oh hey, I've just seen some art you've done for DC and stuff, do you take (free) requests?

i've been looking at setting up a ko-fi recently, so hopefully i'll have an option for paid commissions open soon!

#ask tag?????#disventure camp #aiden disventure camp #alec disventure camp #cw gun mention #also thank you for inadvertently getting me to listen to enamorado tuyo that song is a bop

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daughter-of-melpomene · 4 months

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🐼 for Audrey, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💖✨

Thanks so much for the ask about my girl, Alexandra!! Also gonna tag the Glee gang @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @manyfandomocs, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs!! <3

Would they consider going onto a game/talent show on TV? If so, which one have they always had in mind?: Audrey could probably go on American Idol or The Voice and absolutely kill it, but I don’t think she would - she’s not the type of person to want that much attention.

Have they ever done something stupid to try and impress someone?: There was an instance, at the high school she went to before McKinley, where she composed an entire song and played it on her ukulele in the middle of a hallway to ask a boy she liked to the school’s Sadie Hawkins dance. Unfortunately, the boy made it very clear that he would never want to go to the dance with someone like her, and Audrey was laughed at by a bunch of her fellow students.

Something they collect: Guitar and ukulele picks - she has a whole box in her room full of them in various designs and sizes.

Their theme song: “Sugar Cloud” from the musical Ride the Cyclone.

If they get sick easily or not: She always does her best to eat healthy, which is pretty easy considering Coach Beiste’s profession and diet, and her aunt has always made sure she’s been caught up on her flu shots and vaccinations, so she gets sick pretty rarely.

Their go-to destination for a day trip: Preferably to the theatre or a movie, somewhere she can be entertained and hang out with anyone who comes on the trip with her.

If they've ever worked a summer job, what was it was: She takes a summer job working at Sheets ‘N Things the first summer after she and Coach Beiste move to Lima; it’s not exactly fun having Terri, who knows she’s a member of the New Directions, as her boss, but the money was pretty good.

Last year's Halloween costume: Belle from Beauty and the Beast, her favourite Disney princess.

Their go-to flavor for anything: Vanilla; she likes herself something classic and sweet.

Is there one thing they always manage to break no matter what? What is it?: Nothing, really - Audrey’s generally really careful with her possessions.

send me 🐼 + an oc!!

#ask about my ocs #oc: audrey beiste

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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ex affogato follower friend hcs ; pancake cookie

requested by ; anonymous (18/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; pancake cookie

outline ; “(Underrated Character Submission I think. Please ignore this but if they aren't actually underrated!) Heyo :D I haven't seen a lot of writing for Avocado or Pancake Cookie, so I'mma ask you for some! Can I have romantic Avocado Cookie and platonic Pancake Cookie , a former Pastry Order member or Affogato follower? Maybe they just left and are experiencing a lot of things for the first time, sorting through the trauma, yk? If you need more info, please ask!”

warning(s) ; references to past trauma

pancake cookie is, from the moment you meet, very insistent that you’re going to be his best friend — and there is no point of resisting because he is both very friendly and very stubborn

he’s an expert at having fun and is your tutor in the regard, slowly helping you let go of the inhibitions taught by your cult until you’re able to laugh and joke and play freely without internalised judgement or fear

shares his acorns with you and only you, wanting you to experience all of the good the world has to offer

gives you a matching onesie/costume to his as his first proper gift to you after you become friends

he doesn’t quite fully understand what you went though, being very young and all, but he does comprehend that you went through something bad and that’s why you’re new to the kingdom and having fun and stuff

makes it his personal mission to keep you smiling and happy

has frequent sleepovers with you and can happily chatter on about anything and everything

do not give this kid sugar it will be a nightmare — a funny nightmare, but a nightmare nightmare to clean up afterwards

if you need space then he’ll give it to you, leaving one of his favourite types of acorns behind and making you promise to come and get him once you feel better

pancake cookie gives the best hugs and is shockingly really good at helping to calm you down when you’re having a really bad trauma moment

if you ever explain (very simply) about what affogato cookie put you and your fellow cult members through then he’d both show disappointment in the leader and empathy for you — calling him a big meanie and promising to protect you from that kind of thing in the future

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #platonic hcs #platonic x reader #pancake cookie fluff #pancake cookie x reader #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run fluff #crk fluff #arcade anon

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glasshcvse · 2 years

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⸻⸻ ﹕ HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ⠀ › ⠀ THE GLASS CAFÉ.

when the month of october rolled around, GLASSHOUSE released a statement they will have their annual halloween special merged with KALEIDA and its own artists this year; the glass café, intended for the fans to take a closer look at both companies’ artists and have a chance to get served by them! the café looked like any other café – inspired by japanese host cafés, where you could meet your favourite artist and have a talk with them, while also grab a bite to eat! it was adorned with creepy dolls and skeletons, and drinks were named after the artists’ favourite horror movies. after six o’clock, the café would partly close and move to the building next door, where their escape horror house would officially begin! the company’s artists and professional teams would scare the guests and perform interesting acts for others. glasshouse inc. released an intriguing video two weeks before halloween explaining how to be the one to win a ticket to their café! you would pre-order a ticket like it’s a regular horror house, but the winners would be randomised so that everyone would get a chance to win! the customers would come in groups of fifteen to twenty people and stay there for approximately an hour. you would choose whether you want to be there during the day or at night. the people who didn’t win a ticket would then be sent an album of their choice from one of the company’s artists instead. a long video was released on their youtube page so that even international fans would enjoy halloween with their idols!

⸻⸻ ﹕ ARTIST ONE ⠀ › ⠀ STUPID CUPID.

CHESKA as EMILY THE CORPSE BRIDE

AIMEE as BLACK SWAN

JEANNE as SAOTOME MEARI

TOMIE as KAWAKAMI TOMIE

VIVA as SUGAR ( matching with @sourcnvdy‘s GRAY )

⸻⸻ ﹕ ARTIST TWO ⠀ › ⠀ PRDX.

YOHAN as JEAN KIRSTEIN

LIGHT as DEATH THE KID

ADRIEN as LEGOLAS THRANDUILION

DASHI as LOKI LAUFEYSON

MIKEY as EDWARD SCRISSORHANDS

CHASE as BENNETT

KOI as DEADPOOL

⸻⸻ ﹕ ARTIST THREE ⠀ › ⠀ RAEVIL.

MARIE as PRINCESS AHMANET

MILA as GRACE LE DOMAS

JUNKO as MILEENA

FRENI as DRACULAURA

DEE as RUBY LANE

YAOYAO as LING XIAOYU

SOONYI as YAMAMURA SADAKO

⸻⸻ ﹕ ARTIST FOUR ⠀ › ⠀ JADED.

MAY as CHRISTINA AGUILERA

CLEM as SAIKI KUSUO

YUKYUNG as MARCELINE ABADEER

LILAC as PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM

SAGE as MARIE ANTOINETTE

RUOMEI as VIOLET BEAUREGARDE

⸻⸻ ﹕ ARTIST FIVE ⠀ › ⠀ SOLOISTS.

MEW as HARLEY QUINN

JUPITER’S COMEDY as NANAMI KENTO

SOUR GRAPES as YUBARI GOGO

HERO as SUZUYA JŪZŌ

ROSARIO as WONDER WOMAN

⸻⸻ ﹕ EXTRA INFO ⠀ › ⠀ COLLABORATION.

GLASSHOUSE and KALEIDA came together to celebrate halloween by mixing their artists and preparing a huge party after closing the glass café at eleven o’clock. the artists of the both companies mingled together, exchanging contacts and simply having the best time of their lives. the partying continued late in the night, and didn’t stop until every person was too tired to stay up and socialize. fans got a lot of content from every single artist that was at the party, accompanied with random instagram and vlive videos! multiple idols have made headlines for their stunning costumes and for being able to enjoy the halloween party with their newly made friends and labelmates!

i want to thank my loves ; bella, lia, jasmine & maki for letting me feature their lovely ocs in glasshouse’s halloween post! it was really fun exchanging ideas and connecting every single ocs together! love you lots, xoxo ! mew can be found at : @mimcw !

#aes!ocnet #kpop au #fictional oc community #fake kpop group #fake soloist #fictional idol group #idol oc #idolverse #ignore the fact my ocs are not released yet; think of this as a teaser or smth gkdkf #they'll be out soon tho <3 #˚✿⸼ . . ⠀⠀ glasshouse.#˚✿⸼ . . ⠀⠀ extra.

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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god, I've been in and out of this fandom for a while but I got the email and was being way too expressive reading Shades Of Gray and thought oh I haven't liveblogged anything in a bit so here we are!

girl your one shots are genuinely a blessing for all of us! I have read till the "wear your favourite colour" day part so we gotta recap first

The last time I laughed so much reading a fic was your malec fake dating au. It is getting harder to see the screen because of how much I am laughing. Not Clary with the sage 😭😭. I gotta agree with Alec here though. Working at Edom sounds like a headache, literally a headache. But also fun? Idk I think this place would make me want to kill myself but also have the best time of my life. Yes, I make so much sense! What is this voice app thing though...sounds creepy...

Not Alec saying he wants to eat Magnus' voice WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT but also yes same me too.

SLAMMED MY LAPTOP'S LID DOWN AT THE "baby" SIR WE JUST STARTED WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN-

what...what concerning shit have you said...?

ALEC IS SO DONE WITH ALL HIS COLLEAGUES I LOVE HIS ENERGY

HJFHDJKIF MAGNUS TELLING ALEC ABOUT THE WORK EVENT THEY ARE ABOUT TO MEET STOP I'M LOSING IT. Or maybe not meet idk but this work event is definitely the Christmas party because y'know "Edom" and the Asmodeus tag

dear god this entire fic is just gonna be Alec thirsting, isn't it? I love it. Oh, I read a fic like that for another fandom recently!! painting on the other person's back. You should definitely do it

It makes him want to punch Magnus’ dad in the face.

Me too dude...me too

I think I'm gonna put on music. Okay found a playlist!

Seriously. What’s with this need to eat and drink all things related to Magnus? Is Alec not eating well? Should he just drink more water?

DUDE I CAN'T-

Okay their voice messages to each other are now the highlight of my night this is so cute actually

ayyy Halloween time!

my god these people really go all out-

Noo Magnus didn't message him :( I wonder if everything's okay on that end

Clary would look nice as Scarlet Witch

I'll take the Batman costume!

Why can’t they just accept him for the cunt he is, huh?

Okay, this made me snort. I like his energy

THE WHOLE PARTY AND JACE SITUATION JUST MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD HE'S SUCH A MESS

I'm the same with a cute girl so understandable

wait no come back I wanna see the slutty satan

Okay Magnus do I need to kill your father? Because I will if you want me to

Alec screams into a pillow.

Mood.

THE MESSAGE HE JUST SENT??? ALEC??? I have never seen a more chaotic gay

“Hello, Alexander. If you don’t stop being cute, I swear I’m going to fall in love with you.” Alec listens to it only 87 times.

OH OKAY THEN I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING

GREAT JACE IS JUST AS CHAOTIC ABOUT THE PERSON HE LIKES. Izzy has all the brain cells in the fic and she does not share

I am listening to a character playlist so I am absolutely losing my shit while You're On Your Own Kid plays in the background 😭😭

so...lesson learned...don't drink water while reading this fic because now my comforter is wet...

LMAO CLARY IS GONNA JOIN THEM FOR BRUNCH THIS KEEPS ON GETTING BETTER

Alec swallows. “I like talking to you, Magnus.” “Alexander,” Magnus says when he replies not a minute later. “I like talking to you too.”

JUST GET MARRIED

"summoning spirits" BYEE-

oh this is actually really nice

okay, I understand he wouldn't want to talk about his brother with a bunch of people who are practically strangers to him but like...that was rude. I am with Maia on this one

bestie we cannot only be with the people in our phones!

god I need tea it is 2am I should most definitely not make tea

OH IT'S THAT KIND OF MESSAGE ALRIGHT THEN-

bitch how much are they paying you and how do I get the job?

no no he has a point. HOW is she so optimistic in the corporate environment??

Alec wouldn’t mind being a sugar baby and forsaking his career. He likes working. But not that much.

HDFUHIDFUI YES YOU SHOULD DO IT-

HE'S PAINTING ALEC???????????

He wonders if he should ask Magnus whether he’d like for Alec to do his taxes for him.

I- 😭😭

BLUE AND GOLD SOMEONE HOLD ME

I... they're falling in love I am gonna go cry now

HIS ALARM??? He's GONE

Where the hell did Jace get the "four arms" from???

Realistically, Clary has a point

MAGNUS IS GONNA BE COMING TO NEW YORK FOR THE HOLIDAYS LET'S GO FUCKERS

I wanna hug Magnus YOU'RE NOT TOO MUCH!

“Baby, if we meet in person, there ain’t gonna be any talking.”

True dat

honey you ARE very pretty and I am certain Magnus will feel that too

It’s not like he can kidnap Magnus and force him to like Alec. He really hopes it won’t come to that.

Uh- let's just start with a date :D

We can just like throw Asmodeus off a cliff?

WAIT SHIT MAGNUS IS GONNA BE AT THE PARTY WON'T HE?? but there is still half the fic left...

wait omg is Magnus the one coming up with these themes?? Jace said that they maybe come from the boss' children or smth

“We’re not circus monkeys!” Alec grumbles. “Honestly. Light Up the World. What the actual fuck? I’m gonna buy a tube light and shove it up this person’s ass. That’ll light up their world.”

DUDE, I CAN'T BREATHE I-

damn that is...very bright

HE'S STARING AT MAGNUS ISN'T HE????

IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WAS RIGHT THE IDEAS WERE, IN FACT, COMING FROM MAGNUS

my Spotify won't work this is very annoying let me listen to the taylor swift carlos reyes playlist the nice person on Twitter made!

ALEC RECOGNISES HIMMMMM

this is why there's still half the fic left, isn't it?

I am gonna start crying now wtf. we fucked up Alec...

my Spotify is still being shit okay gimme a sec

Okay I'm back

my god how are we fixing this

you know plastic surgery may not be that bad of an option...

THE BRITISH ACCENT NO ALEC NO I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

MY STOMACH HURTS FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH OH MY GOD HE'S SUCH A MESS

NO, HE THREW MAGNUS' PHONE

I haven't laughed so hard in a while. Thank you.

ALEC FIX YOUR MESS THIS IS BREAKING MY HEART

is it too late for plastic surgery?

oh ouch.

okay the break room is fucking amazing where do I sign up-

this is making me cry while Fearless plays in the background so not ideal

Ugh, it's that bitch again. Can I punch him instead of Alec?

wait before I scroll further I need water

okay I got water

ALEC PUNCH HIM DO IT

OMG ALEC PUNCHED HIM LET'S GOOOO

and thus begins the fall of Edom! Because Magnus is right, Edom is nothing without creativity

yes bitch you are awesome!!

I am gonna stab Asmodeus to death :)

Magnus is so SO good

Y'all good for each other. Now get married

We're painting together!!

okay I like where this is going

“You are neither boring nor empty,” Magnus whispers to him. “You have so much inside you. You feel so much, Alexander. When people have a lot of feelings, this is what it looks like. Not like a rainbow but like a storm cloud.”

CRYING AND SOBBING WTF

Magnus laughs at that. Alec falls in love all over again. “I’m saying, sometimes you don’t have to participate to enjoy something. You can just watch. It’s still fun.” “Like porn,” Alec says.

VERY NEARLY SPIT OUT MY WATER AGAIN. I will never learn

YES THEY KISSED!!

Alec took the puppy with him??? I LOVE HIM

"say fuck in every sentence day" is actually the greatest thing ever yes I love it where do I join?

FIANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Alec, for the hundredth time, we can’t use the home theatre at the office just so you can watch Magnus’ insta reels on a big screen.”

And why the hell not?

AWW PURPLE PAW PRINTS!!!

LMAO ASMODEUS ISN'T COMING TO THE WEDDING!! his loss!

okay wow yes that was fucking amazing. and chaotic. and the funniest thing I have read in a long time. Dani this was seriously so good and I loved reading it SO MUCH!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME LAUGH SO MUCH

Okay it i past 3am I need to sleep. Byee <33 Also I am not proof reading this I am too tired so if this is like some fucked up mess I apologize. Okay good night

EVIE OMG I MISSED YOUR LIVE REACTIONS SO MUCH.

I was laughing the entire time lmaooooo.

God bless you, good human ♥️

#shades of gray

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rove-bogge · 2 years

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Happy Birthday to the Ignihyde Gremlin!

Happy Birthday Rove!

"Huh people actually have time to remember this year?"

Do you normally not get your birthday celebrated?

"Not really…my family runs a tailors and Halloween is like the busiest time of year for orders especially after Reda has expanded the business…If I'm lucky the simp might make my favourite dinner but normally it's kinder overshadowed…"

How about this year?

"Well my main want is to have a great halloween with the rest of Ignihyde I guess if we get that I'm happy….not that I am a sappy person uuurgghh..."

Any birthday memories?

"Ehhh its always been full of busy work making last minute adjustments or dealing with fussy karens….though one year we had this magician come in when i was still a little tot…apparently he needed some adjustments to his big show costume so I was helping with the hem and he asked me what day it was and when I told him it was my birthday he gave me my first set of dice and taught me some dice tricks he was a fun guy though I forgot to get his name and sadly never had time to check out his shows… shame but I still have those dice there my super super lucky ones!" Any plans for the future? “Not really…I have to go help out in the family store after all. Got to love being shut in the basement and forced to work my life away in boredom…” You're joking right? Well what would you like to do?” “Umm…well if I could pick…I like to be a bug tester both in spells and technology. People hire hackers and virus makers to see if they can break their security on their systems and test the weaknesses. It’s doing what I do best but legally. Then I could use the money to expand and improve my bug habitats and maybe even do breeding for endangered species to help them recover.”

Ok some favourite food?

"Sour gummy worms totally are the best. It always makes people do a double take if they look more realistic too hahaha. I guess there's also the simps stew too that always hits right especially during the rainy season. I have a slow cooker in my room to make it every now and then. I sometimes will make a huge batch for the dorm when people need a bit of a pick me up!"

Least favourite food?

"Urgh coffee it's so bitter….how can people drink it? I added like fifthteen sugars and milk and it still tasted nasty…I'll pass thanks there's other ways to get caffeine!"

Who would you bring to a deserted island? And the person can not be someone from your dorm!

"You knew Ortho would have been the easiest pick…well I guess it's still not a hard question to answer. Kalen. With his unique magic I'm sure he will do all the heavy lifting while I sit back and wait for rescue..maybe even see what insects live on this island. And Kalen is at least tolerable to be stuck with and worse case there's plenty of muscle if food sources become short kek /jk!"

Who would you pick for a sibling-

"Orth-"

But it can't be someone from your own dorm!?!

" ….."

"……"

*turning bashful*

"…..Lilia or Vil..."

And why??

"Well…Lilia seems to see my bugs as cute too and wouldn't it be funny to be taller than the older brother so there's that too and I could only imagine the cool prank team ups we could have!"

"As for Vil Jinx is always saying good things about Vil and it…sounds nice to have a sibling who would look out for you and care about your well being…Reda never really cared about looking out for me growing up…there was many times I needed him and he wasn't interested in being there….oi forget I said that!!"

Jeez alright…

A dorm other than Ignihyde?

"Hmm can I pick Ramshackle? Hehe the ran down house is perfect for wild certain wild bugs I would love to have a even bigger room to house my collection in and it's quiet not filled with many people so peaceful…though…would the internet be decent…might need to speak to Idia about installing fibre optic if I was to move though I guess if Ramshakle doesn't count Diasomnia seems alright. It is not lively like the other dorms or stuffy so I could keep to myself easily there…and Ember is there too so we can play games in the evenings. I guess green is also more my colour then blue...." Ready for your gift of good fortune? "I wouldn't call it good fortune.....How about we just give it to the bugs....a little treat." Hold still! [Whoosh!]

#Did I just hit the jackpot?#Hey do you wanna talk bug facts?#Happy birthday my little gremlin son <3 #it's the 31st here so im posting it now >:T

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hectormcfilm · 11 months

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Wes Anderson/ Roald Dahl short film reviews- The Rat Catcher, Poison, The Swan and The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

Recently Wes Anderson released 4 short films on Netflix all based off Roald Dahl short stories. I have been planning on doing a series of reviews on my blog for one filmmakers and these short films have given me the perfect excuse to catch up on all the Wes Anderson films I haven't seen- which includes 5 films, nearly half his filmography: Bottle Rocket, The French Dispatch, Life aquatic, Darjeeling limited and Asteroid city. I will review all 5 of these films on my blog over the next few weeks. From the Wes Anderson films I have seen however I can say I am mixed on his filmography, I think he has one masterpiece with Fantastic Mr Fox, something I am very nostalgic for and think is gorgeous from an animation and directing standpoint with by far his best characters. But besides this masterclass I find most of his films just decent, I find his fun colourful style is visually pleasing but wares off after a while and can be overdone, taking away from the story or limiting what eh could do technically. I will see though if my binge of his filmography changes my mind and gives me a greater appreciation for his style.

THE RAT CATCHER

The Rat Catcher was fun with some issues. My favourite part of this whole short film was the skyline being a beautiful painting and the overall yellow and orange colour palette quite reminiscent of Fantastic Mr Fox. I thought Ralph Fiennes was great in this, his costume and prosthetics make him nearly unrecognisable and I enjoy the parallels between the rat catchers and the rats themselves but wish the narration didn't so obviously point this out and discuss it. I am mixed on Richard Ayoade, I love him as a comic and I always enjoy his deadpan almost emotionless delivery but in this his narration became almost overwhelming to me and unnecessary in certain moments, I understand it is a short story and Wes wants to keep the idea of this being a story book but it felt like too much dialogue distracting from the visuals at times. I really enjoyed the use of stop motion for the rat and having the rat catchers voice come out of it as a neat detail. The directing is stellar, keeping Wes' usual style but having some more interesting moments like the dramatic lighting towards the end in the final confrontation, having extreme close ups and Dutch angles to heighten the tension as well was unique for his style which I appreciate. I wasn't a fan however of the use of imagination as it seemed like it was used randomly and for no good reason, relying too much on the constant narration and I am not a huge fan of the cut away to Ralph Fiennes looking normal, it is only for two lines and very unexplained. Overall a fun little short film.

THE SWAN

The second short film I watched was the Swan and this was definitely my least favourite. I will start off by saying the use of theatre elements like the set being shown and having characters open doors onto set, having stage hands walk on to help adjust things was all genius and definitely the best part of this film, adding a distinct feel. I thought the camera work was technically impressive, usually tracking the character or moving from left to right in long shots, very well done. However my main issues are with the narrative, I didn't find myself that invested as with the little time and use of narration no character was memorable or had much personality besides the two antagonists being evil and mean. There isn't the charm and fun of rat catcher and I thought the subject matter and ending was maybe too serious and dark for the more fun tone the rest of the film attempted, felt quite muddled tonally. The lead performance had a good use of voices, playing all the characters but his body language and facial expressions were limited. However, I did really enjoy the use of stop motion again and the shot looking through binoculars and between his feet. Still technically impressive but personally I found this quite unengaging and dull.

POISON

I thought this one was a lot of fun with only a few issues. Similar to The Rat Catcher this one had a distinct colour palette of mainly green with some yellow, reflecting usual symbolism of green being poisonous. I thought the acting in this was the best yet, Dev Patel bringing the most charismatic and entertaining narration so far, keeping it engaging and not making it feel overwhelming but more like natural dialogue. Ben Kingsley appearing was a big shock, as such a highly acclaimed job he had a great performance even in his little screentime. I loved the self awareness this was on a set, the camera moving from room to room where walls should be and having more stage hands appear to hand out props. One small detail heightened by watching this with headphones was the audio in the telephone scene between Patel and Kingsley, when Patel spoke the audio only worked in the left ear whilst when Kingsley spoke it was in the right, a neat little detail. I liked the use of split screen, extreme close ups on Benedict Cumberbatch and split screen, all added a lot of personality. My few problems are the lack of proper characterisation and the ending being in my opinion very random and too ambiguous, making everything feel pointless. Pretty good overall but I do think the lack of depth or personality to characters in all of these is a hinderance and shows like Love death and Robots have proved you can have great in depth interesting characters within a short runtime.

THE WONDERFUL STORY OF HENRY SUGAR

The final short film I watched was the longest and arguably my favourite, this and Poison sit around the same level. I enjoyed how this one opened with Roald Dahl and had the most natural use of him compared to the randomness of the Rat Catcher. I thought this one as usual excelled with the more meta elements like showing the audience clearly everything is a set, having stagehands helping and even having a mistake of a character wearing the wrong moustache and having to change it. These small details add so much personality to all of them besides the Rat catcher which avoided this technique strangely. This definitely had the best story and a bigger focus on character, including a full character arc. Dev Patel proved himself again as a charismatic narrator and needs to be in more of Wes Anderson's work, fitting his style perfectly. I really enjoyed the ending of this, a fun montage of Benedict's different allies he dawned and it ends on a great message about helping others and learning his own selfish ways. My main problem with this arc he goes on is I don’t think the short made Henry Sugar selfish enough in the beginning, he never felt evil or mean.

Overall I think these short stories are all fun and well made, I believe The Swan is the weakest and has a very messy tone with uninteresting narration but besides that they are all quite entertaining and pretty good.

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chill-that-ur-inmyhead · 2 years

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lavender haaaaze

If I could choose what decade I was born in, I’d choose… I just want to experience the regency era, Bridgerton, Jane Austen vibes.... but I know I wouldn't want to be actually born then.

The first thing I’d do after winning the lottery is… Contact my family for sure! Hire a lawyer depending if the amount is crazy high and buy myself a classic London townhouse.

The videos that always make me laugh are… Old cody and noel videos, especially the sugar gay one omg

A trend I really love is… the Scandinavian girl aesthetic is just so in and I love it

One of my most original costumes was… Naur, I'm not a costume girl, never had the resources or energy to commit.

Between sunrises and sunsets, I prefer…. Sunrises.

If for one day I could be invisible or fly, I’d choose to… Fly

My perfect pizza looks like… An unusual combination of dominos' chicken tandoori and hot dog slices!!! Now I am hungry argh!

I wish I had hair like… Matilda Djerf ofc - gerogous but I know that I wouldn't be able to put in the effort to maintain the mane!

If I could be feared by all or loved by all, I’d choose to be… I want people to be afraid by how much they love me.... ;)

Once in my life, I’d like to cut my hair like… Matilda Djerf and I already did haha.

My feelings about coconut flavour are… Pass

One of my favourite writers is… I mean Rick Riordan killed it with the Percy Jackson series!

My favourite mode of transportation is… Horse hehe

One of my favourite singers is… Taylor Swift

When I go to a new restaurant and have no idea what to order I… Ask whomever I am with what they are ordering and consider if I want to try that too

What’s a favourite hobby of yours? Going on rightmoves to gawk at houses which are selling for millions and deciding if I had that money would I buy haha

I think a good source of therapy is… Music

A friend who always makes me laugh is… Yao

Something helpful to lose weight is… It's all about balance - eat well and exercise

In the shower, I like to sing… Ofc anything Taylor

The furthest I’ve ever travelled is… I suppose Italy is the furthest, 4 hour flight ish.

The best car I’ve ever owned is… Just drive my mum's ford fiesta and it does the job beautifully.

A fear of mine is… Acid attack

My favourite season is… Autumn

If you knew me well, you’d gift me… Taylor Swift concert tickets

Between movies and TV, which would you prefer? Hardest question ever!! Right now tv shows but it defo changes

A new year’s resolution I haven’t been able to accomplish yet is… Save money for a trip abroad. I just love spending for the now.

The image that best reflects my personality is…

#i miss you #but I miss sparkling #spicynightlife #23/10/22 #survey

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Thrill Me, Chill Me

Summary: Your best friend invites you to a The Rocky Horror Picture Show Halloween party. Dressed as Janet you feel a little vulnerable, until you meet the guy dressed as Rocky and then the evening takes an exciting turn.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 5.4k (this was supposed to be a fucking drabble!)

Warnings: fluff, very mild angst, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), mild dirty talk, a bit of silliness, Sy being a cheeky bastard.

Authors Note: Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for Beta reading.

This fic is a duel request sort of. @cavillsthighs (why can't I tag you) requested a birthday drabble HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (I know I’m posting it early) and we decided on pumpkin carving with smut (she said she didn’t think I could make it smutty!) and on a conversation I had a long time ago with @nashibirne about one of our favourite movies and would Sy dress up as Rocky. So here we are. I hope you enjoy.

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Title comes from the song Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

For those who haven't seen the film I have added a picture in the story of Janet and Rocky.

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Thrill Me, Chill Me

As you ring the doorbell, you pull your coat closer. Despite being late October, the night isn’t too cold, and the coat is unnecessary. However, it is necessary to hide your revealing costume. You like dressing up at Halloween, but you aren’t one of those girls who uses it as an excuse to wear something a little revealing. You are more like Cady in Mean Girls, the kind of person who dresses as a zombie or a witch for Halloween instead of a Playboy Bunny.

Tonight, your costume was assigned so you have no choice.

Your best friend’s new boyfriend, Joel, has a themed Halloween party each year. This year he let Carmen decide the theme and of course she chose The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It had been her favourite movie for years. When she told you which costume you had to wear, you were cool with it at first.

“Janet, yeah, I can do that.”

“Well…” Carmen says. “Don’t kill me, but your costume is specifically Janet during the scene she hooks up with Rocky.”

“What? Just the bra and tiny slip?”

“Yeah. But it could be worse! You could have gotten the finale where they all wear corsets and stuff.”

You roll your eyes. “That would only be slightly worse. Who are you going as?”

Carmen grins, “Janet in the finale.”

Giving yourself a shake, you try and wait patiently but your foot taps with nervousness. It’s loud inside and you think they don’t hear you until you hear a booming voice call out, “Want me to get the door?”

Moments later the door opens to one of the largest men you have ever seen in real life. He is dressed as Rocky, only wearing little gold shorts, his whole strong and fit body is on display. You swallow hard, trying not to look at his broad chest, flat stomach with the faintest hint of abs, and most alluring of all is the perfectly placed woolly hair across his pecs and the thicker, darker hair that trails beneath those tiny shorts.

Forcing yourself to look at his face you realise you can’t look there either. Beneath the obvious and tacky blonde wig he wears, he has a thick and a bit unkept beard that can’t hide his handsomeness. And his eyes, bright, blue, and full of roguish intent seem to know exactly what you are thinking. He smiles, you nearly gasp and forget to breathe, you have never felt such an instant lust.

“Hi,” he says. “Come in, let me take your coat.” You are not going to get over this guy, not only was he as attractive as sin, but he also has an accent, a southern drawl that seeps like honey into your brain.

Struggling to find your voice, you clear your throat. “Nah, that’s ok. I’ll leave it on.”

The man crosses his arms and nods seriously. “Well, that means we’ve got a problem here, Sugar.” You barely hold barely supress a moan. He called you Sugar, no one but old ladies at the store have ever called you that, and it never hit you deep in the guts like when he says it. “I’m under strict orders not to let anyone in if they ain’t wearin’ a costume. So, it’s gotta come off.”

Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, you take your coat off and hand it to him, deliberately avoiding his eyes.

“There ya go, Sugar. I’m…” the guy gets interrupted by your screaming friend who quickly envelops you in a hug. She looks amazing with her hair all slicked back, overdone make up, and sexy lingerie.

Carmen tells you you look great and you return the compliment while she drags you down the hall to where all the noise is coming from. As she pulls you away, you turn back to look at the guy. He’s looking at you too. His arms are crossed over his chest again, and his legs are slightly apart. The raw dominance in his stance makes your eyes widen as he smirks at you. You quickly turn away before you are hauled around a corner, your cheeks burning. He’s so hot.

The party is in full swing, and you are introduced around to all the new people. You feel slightly less naked as you see the vast array of costumes and when you see Joel, completely at ease as Frank-n-Furter, you really start to relax.

Carmen knows you well and sticks by your side. She knows you need a bit of time when you meet new people and so she takes you off to the side, handing you a premix drink and you settle together in some chairs.

“So, what did you think of Sy?” Carmen asks.

“I don’t remember you introducing me to a Sy,” you reply, a bit confused.

“I didn’t. He’s the guy who answered the door.”

“Oh,” you say. Feeling heat return to your cheeks. “He seems nice.”

Bursting out laughing she says, “He’s hot right?”

Relieved, you giggle and admit with a tiny squeal, “I know, right?”

Carmen laughs. “He’s single too. Recently retired from the military,” You nod, trying to take it all in as she spills everything she knows. She tells you he’s Joel’s roommate, they’ve known each other since high school, and he seems like a great guy. “Well, except for last night when the two of them got drunk and didn’t finish carving the pumpkins. That’s where he is now, all alone in the kitchen, carving pumpkins. Alone. Single. Hot as fuck.” She wriggles her eyebrows at you.

“So, what you’re trying to say, is that I should go and offer to help?”

“Yeah. Or a hand,” Carmen chortled. “Or a warm, wet…”

“Stop!” You say covering your eyes. “Oh my God! Now that’s all I’m going to think about.”

Sighing you put your head on your knees. What are you thinking? Are you really going to go in there and talk to him? You can’t. What would you talk about?

“Go on. Don’t be chickenshit,” Carmen encourages.

“He’s too hot.”

“I saw the way he was looking at you. He thinks you’re hot too.” Carmen laughs when you turn your head to look at her and she sees the disbelieving look on your face. “Trust me, his eyes…” she waves a hand over her breasts, “he liked, he liked a lot.”

“Oh God.” You cover your face again. “You did this on purpose didn’t you.”

“Yup,” Carmen says brazenly. Then her voice softens as she says, “Just go talk to him. Tell him I told you to see if he needs help. If it’s weird or you don’t like him, just leave.”

Sitting up you look at her, she’s giving you an encouraging smile. Taking a deep breath, you stand. “Ok. I’ll try. Don’t laugh at me if I come running back out here.”

Carmen squeals and claps her hands. “Ooh, I’m excited!” She pats your ass as you walk away. “Go get ‘em tiger.”

“Oh my God,” you shake your head at her. But she’s already bounding away to see Joel.

You have met Joel several times and he seems like a good guy. Surely that’s a good sign, he doesn’t seem the type to be friends with assholes. Maybe this Sy guy will be like him. You square your shoulders, stand up tall and take a deep breath. You can do this, you tell yourself and you step into the kitchen.

Sy looks up when you walk in. You see the tiniest twitch of his brows before he drops his head back to his work. He’s scooping the insides of a pumpkin, the juicy slop going into a large bowl next to him on the island counter in the centre of the kitchen. His bare arms leave nothing to the imagination as his biceps curl and his forearms strain as he scrapes the inside thinning the walls.

“Can I getcha anything, Sugar?” he asks. “Most of the drinks are outside, there’s only beer here.”

“No thanks,” you say, proud of yourself that your voice comes out steady. Sy looks at you again as you hold up your half empty drink. “Carmen sent me to see if you need any help.”

“Did she now?” Sy smirks. Dammit, was it that obvious? “Takin’ pity on me or is she just impatient?”

“She’s impatient,” you reply with a smile.

Sy puts the pumpkin down and reaches for a bottle of beer and brings it slowly to his lips. His eyes rake you shamelessly while he takes a swig. He licks his lips when he’s done and lets out a soft “ah” sound.

“I’m on my last one,” he says, picking up his scoop again. He uses it to point to the stools on the other side of the island bench and gives you his full 1000 watt smile. “Why dontcha take a seat and keep me company while I finish up. Might make this last one a little more bearable.”

Forcing yourself to smile back you take the few steps to the tall stools that sit below the countertop, praying that your knees don’t buckle. The force of his grin is like a sledgehammer, and the worst part is he knows it. You normally feel repulsed by men who know how attractive they are, but something about Sy’s easy nature makes you feel comfortable, like he’s not arrogant or creepy, just a little cocky and secure in himself.

He doesn’t talk straight away, instead works the tool inside the pumpkin for a while. You try and avoid staring at him, but you can’t help it. His brows are low and drawn together as he looks down and you watch as his stomach clenches, shoulders tighten, and his arm flexes as he scrapes. The longer you watch him, the more you can’t stop thinking of the scene in Rocky Horror where Janet and Rocky get together. You want to get up and scream, just like in the song, “Touch me! I want to be dirty!” The thought makes your cheeks feel hot again and you stifle a giggle.

Sy looks up at the noise, and you look away, hoping he doesn’t see the embarrassed look on your face. You can feel his eyes on you as you become very interested in the bowl of fruit at the edge of the counter and you pick up an apple to keep your hands busy. When you think he’s looked away you glance back at him. His eyes are back on his work, and they stay there until he gives a small grunt and starts scooping out more pulp.

“What’s your name?” Sy asks, taking another sip of his beer. You tell him yours and he puts his hand out to shake. “My name’s Sy,” he says as his hand encloses over yours across the table. You notice his gaze quickly drops to your chest before he corrects himself. His lips jerk as his he tries to hold back a smirk when he realises he was caught looking. He doesn’t say anything about it though and goes back to scooping.

“Yeah, I know,” you say, and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Carmen told me.”

“You two been friends long?”

“Nearly all my life. Like you and Joel I suppose.”

Sy nods and grabs the bowl of pulp and takes it to the trash. His back is to you, and you lick your lips as your eyes wander down his broad tanned back to his shorts, the tiny tight cloth hiding almost nothing as you can see how thick and tight his ass is. You tear your eyes away and roll the apple over the counter between your hands, so you don’t get caught looking.

“So, have you seen Rocky Horror or will tonight be your first time?” you ask as Sy comes back.

Sy grins and wets the stencil before laying it on the pumpkin. “My older sister loved it. She used to watch it all the damn time.”

Knowing Sy had not only seen the movie but must know it pretty well made you a little jittery. He would know the scene between Rocky and Janet, and the song too. “Really?” you ask, softly.

Standing back from the counter he gestures at his costume, your eyes follow the movements of his arms. Your eyes widen as you notice the not so small bulge in his pants. Jesus Christ, he’s big everywhere.

“You think I just had this lyin’ around. This ain’t my first rodeo, Sugar,” he says laughing.

“You’ve dressed as Rocky before?” you ask, incredulous.

“For some reason my sister’s friends always wanted to drag me to those midnight screenings they do where everyone dresses up and yells shit at the screen.” For a moment you think he’s too arrogant, too full of himself. Then he winks at you, his failed attempt is endearing, and you giggle.

“You’re the hairiest Rocky I’ve ever seen.”

Sy looks a little offended and peers down again. “Do ya think I shoulda shaved my legs?” He looks up at you smirking.

You laugh openly, despite feeling a little embarrassed. “You know what I mean, Sy,” you whine.

Rubbing his beard he says, “No way I’m getting’ rid of this bad boy.”

“It does suit you.”

He looks at you, his expression is one you can’t read. “You like it, huh?” his rumbling tone gives you a clue as to what the look on his face might mean.

“It suits you,” you repeat. You start to roll the apple over the table again. You hear Sy chuff, then he starts to carve the pumpkin, his fast sawing motions make his muscles ripple again. You roll the apple faster.

“Shit,” Sy says. His bottom lip is pulled into his mouth, and he sticks his hand into the pumpkin, trying to poke out the part he just carved. “I hate when it gets stuck, don’t you?”

“I’ve never carved a pumpkin before,” you tell Sy.

“Never?” You shake your head. Sy does too, “Unbelievable. Come ‘ere and have a turn.”

“Ok.” You go around and stand in front of the pumpkin and Sy stands behind you. His arms cover yours. “Now, whatcha wanna do is grab that little saw blade,” you take it and Sy wraps his hand around yours, “and gently push in ‘n out in a sawing motion. No need to hack at it or use much force.” You feel his breath on your ear and his voice drops lower and he seems to emphasise his drawling, seductive tone. “Just smooth rockin’ motions, in ‘n out.”

“Does this normally work?” you ask, turning your head to look at him. You assume it does, it is definitely working for you, but you aren’t going to let him know that.

“What do you mean?”

“Do girls really fall for this bullshit?”

Sy chuckles softly. “What? You tellin’ me this ain’t workin’ for ya?” You shake your head grinning. Sy frowns slightly to cover his amusement and raises his eyebrows. “Ok. Ok. How ‘bout I try somethin’ else, and you tell me if it’s workin’ for ya?”

“Ok,” you reply, trying to hold back your excitement.

Lifting his fingers to your chin he guides your face so it’s looking forward again. “Close your eyes,” he murmurs. You bite your lip, you feel like you’re trembling, wondering what he’s going to do. You grab hold of the counter, the anticipation is killing you.

You gasp as you feel the rough pads of his fingers on the side of your hip, his touch is as light as a feather as they slowly ascend. Goosebumps break out over your belly and arms as he glides up your waist and over your ribs, while this other hand leaves your chin and rests gently on your throat.

“How’s that workin’ for ya baby?”

Dropping your head against his shoulder you smile. “No good,” you murmur, teasingly.

Sy grumbles, but you can hear his laughter. His hand tightens on your waist, squeezing as he pulls your hair back and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his breath is hot as he asks, “How’s this?”

“Still nothing,” you say.

“You’re such a liar,” Sy accuses playfully as his teeth sink gently into your neck. Your hips move slightly, you can’t stop them, and you feel Sy press his body closer to yours. “Anything, baby?”

“Maybe a slight tingle,” you concede.

“Hmm,” Sy hums. His teeth sink deeper, his hips press against you until your forced against the counter and you can feel him rutting his hardening cock against your ass. He feels so big, you wonder if those little shorts can contain him. You push your hips back into him, and you hear him groan into your neck.

Sy’s hand leaves your waist, and his fingertips trace the curve of your breasts. You let out a ragged sigh and he turns your head to his. “Open your eyes,” he demands. You do, and you stare straight into his. They are narrow, dark, and full of fire. You bite your lip to hold back a moan, and his eyes are drawn to the movement. He licks his lips, you let yours go, he leans closer, and you close your eyes.

Sy’s kiss is strong, confident, there’s no hesitation as his lips move over yours. You let yourself be drawn into his kiss, going with him, meeting his movements with your own. His hand covers your breast, softly palming you and you feel him press himself harder against you. Aware that you weren’t exactly in a private place, you pull away and Sy removes his hands and rests them softly on your upper arms.

“Too much?” Sy asks, gently rubbing his hands over you. The feeling of the hardened skin of his palms is nice and you sigh.

“No,” you say and Sy grins leaning in to kiss you again. As much as you don’t want to, you pull back and his brows furrow in confusion. “Anyone could walk in Sy.”

Sy’s face relaxes as he understands. He grins wolfishly. “My room has a lock on it.”

“Oh my God,” you laugh. “This escalated quickly.”

Shrugging, Sy kisses your neck, trailing wet kisses up until his teeth nibble on your earlobe. You giggle as his beard and warm breath tickles. “I’m just offerin’ a solution to your problem,” he whispers in your ear.

“What would we do in your room, Sy?” you ask feeling breathless. God, he kisses so well, and he is so seductive, you don’t plan on saying no but you don’t want to appear too eager.

“Whatever you want to do, baby,” he says simply. “We could keep doin’ this, or we could do somethin’ more, or we could just hang out and talk. I don’t mind.”

“You don’t have a preference?” you ask.

Sy growls and rubs against you. “Oh, I have a preference, sugar,” he says, his voice is full of cheek.

“I can tell,” you grin. You turn and face him putting your arms around his neck. He looks you up and down, his hungry look makes you feel hot, desirable, and electric. “Where’s your room.”

“I’ll take you there,” Sy smirks. He pulls your little shift up and wraps his hands around your thighs and lifts you onto his waist. You yelp in surprise, then giggle as he starts walking you to his room, already burying his face into your cleavage. “Fuck, you’ve got nice tits,” he groans.

Still laughing you lift his head off your breasts. He looks up at you with a big grin. “Sy that tickles!” you whine.

With a growl he bounces you in his arms then squeezes your thighs, his strong fingers dig into your flesh. “You’re fuckin’ cute when you giggle, baby.” You must be in his room because he closes the door with his foot then turns pushing you against it. He presses his chest into you, holding you there and you hear a lock click.

Your laughter made you breathless and now you can feel adrenaline pumping through your veins. You see his chest puffing too as you look at each other. You’re alone, you can’t be disturbed, but Sy holds you against the door. His hands are still on your thighs, his fingers now softly caress the sensitive skin just below your ass, but other than that he doesn’t move. For a moment you’re confused, then you realise from his open and undemanding smile, he’s waiting for a sign from you.

With fingers trembling with hot blood, you put your hand on the back of his neck and bringing him closer you kiss him. He kisses you back instantly but does nothing to deepen the kiss, as if for the moment he’s seems content to let you take the lead. You want more though, and you let your tongue lap at his lips and with a rumble from his chest he parts them for you.

Without breaking your kiss, Sy carries you to his bed, laying you on top of the blanket. He covers you with his body, and you let your hands roam, moving over his back, and down his sides to his shorts. With your heart thundering in your chest, your grab his ass pulling him closer and you feel him hard as he presses himself against your core. Your centre throbs as he moves against it, clenching, aching, feeling so maddeningly empty.

“I’m thinkin’ about all the things I want to do you, baby.” You look between you, and you can see the tip of his cock poking out the top of his shorts. You swallow hard, he’s bigger than you thought, thicker, and you wonder what he would feel like inside you.

“What do you want to do to me, Sy?” you ask.

Lips twisting into a near snarl, he leans over you again, and growls into your ear. “I want to touch you here.” You gasp as you feel his hand cup your pussy, the thin silky material of your panties doesn’t stop the heat from his palm reaching your drenched core. “I want to taste you,” he says, and you feel him pull your panties to the side.

“Oh God…” you murmur as the pads of his fingers part you and slide over your hidden skin.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice is almost shuddering. You feel a slight pressure as one of his fingers slips into you. “Oh hell,” he says, his voice half a laugh, half a groan. “Fuck, your cunt is so warm and tight. Then I want to put my cock here,” his free hand comes up to your mouth and his thumb brushes over your lips. You take it in your mouth, your eyes on his and you watch his nostrils flare as you suck on his thumb. “Shit baby, yeah. Just like that. Then, I want to fuck you.”

Your eyes flutter shut, Jesus, just his words take you close to your peak. Your body feels like its trembling, your heart pumping so hard you can feel it’s rapid tattoo everywhere, but your brain feels like mush, weak, stupid and lust crazed.

The heels of your feet dig into the mattress as he moves down your body leaving wet kisses over your breasts and belly. He takes his time, keeping you writhing by slipping a second finger inside you and slowly pumping them. Nestling between your legs, he uses his free hand to pull your panties away more, allowing him to see more of you.

You feel his breath roll over your clit and a tremor ripples up your spine. You hear Sy chuckle, and you look down at him alarmed pulling your legs together. He uses his shoulders to keep your legs open. “Don’t do that baby. I ain’t laughin’ at you. You’re perfect. I just like seein’ you shiver with antici…”

Your eyes go wide, he’s not going to say it is he? He pauses, smirking and you start to smile.

“… pation.”

You laugh and so does he. “Oh my God!” you giggle.

Chuckling, Sy says, “Keep those legs open for me, baby.” Closing his eyes, he drops his head, and you feel him remove his fingers before quickly replacing them with his tongue. He groans, you can barely hear his mumbled curses. “Fuck me, you taste so fucking sweet.”

Throwing an arm over your eyes you lean back and let Sy take his fill. He is good, so good, you know you aren’t going to last long. He seems to know it and teases you, licking and sucking on your folds inching far too slowly to where you need him.

“Please,” you cry. “Please, Sy.”

“Hmm,” Sy hums. “No need to beg baby, I’ve got you.” And his mouth latches over your clit, putting you out of your misery. He gently sucks you into his mouth, his tongue rolling over you, bring you closer to the edge with every soft flick.

Sy’s fingers slide easily inside you, you’re so wet with your arousal and his saliva, there is nearly no resistance. He hums against you as he fucks you, hitting your spot over and over. Your feel your body tighten, every part of you screams for a release of tension and when you come undone the blissful wave of euphoric heat makes you sink low into the mattress panting. You jerk your hips and push Sy away, too sensitive even for his soft kisses on your still shaking thighs.

Sy stops, realising you need a few moments and undresses you, pulling your wet panties off, then your slip, before rolling you to your side, unclipping your bra and sliding it down your shoulders. You feel a little exposed, but as soon as you are undressed, he gets to his knees and takes his shorts off too, leaving you feeling less vulnerable. You bite your lip as Sy reveals himself, relighting the fire in you that you thought your orgasm had doused.

Like a moth to a flame, you crawl to him, your gaze flicking from his cock to his face. You feel a wave of power rush over as his eyes widen. You look at him while you lick your lips, and he sucks in a breath, uttering a curse as your hand wraps around him.

You smirk as you lay a soft kiss on him, your lips barely brushing the throbbing head of his cock. Sy’s eyes don’t move from yours as your tongue flicks out, giving him a playful little lick. He growls, his eyes narrow as he pushes your hair from your face, gathering it in his hand. He pulls your hair gently, stretching your neck until you’re straining, looking up at him.

“Open your mouth,” his voice is rough, gravelly, and harsh as he commands you. You feel your core clench as his fingers glide over your cheek, an unexpectedly tender touch. You open your mouth slowly, and his hand leaves your cheek and covers your hand that’s holding him. You feel the silky skin of his cock against your lips, and he slips himself into you and you wrap your lips around his thick velvety shaft. He seems to know how big he is and doesn’t force himself too deep as he starts to guide your head up and down.

You watch as Sy’s brows draw together, his jaw tightens, and he starts to grunt with each breath. “Fuck, you look so fuckin’ hot.” He’s getting close, his eyes shut, and he groans, “And your mouth is so fuckin’ good.” With a growl he pulls you off him. His lips crush into yours, and he uses his kiss to force you back onto the bed. He hooks his arms under your knees and with a jerk pulls you close to him.

Sy pulls away and you see him quickly fit a condom over himself before he lays back over you. He slides his cock over your slit, lining himself up, holding a hand around the base of his cock, keeping his position. His eyes find yours and you see the question in them. You don’t give him the chance to ask if you’re ready, you nod desperately, pulling his mouth back to yours with a moan. You hear his soft rumble as he pushes inside you. He’s hardly past the head and you feel stretched nearly to your limit. You can tell he’s trying to go slowly, let you get used to his size and you’re grateful, but you’re also impatient. You want him now, you want to feel full, and you want him to ruin you.

Mewling as he kisses you, his hips rock slowly until you feel his body meet yours. He fills you just shy of the point of pain, and it feels electric. His kisses move to your neck as he starts to move within you and your hands wrap around his chest, feeling his surging back as his thrusts get harder and faster. “Fuck sugar, you’re takin’ me so well.”

Your hands paw at him, holding him tighter and as you catch his rhythm, you move with him. The sensation of his powerful body moving beneath your hands is so erotic, you can’t stop touching him. His back, his ass, his shoulders, his arms, the muscles rippling under his skin feels so good.

Sy hovers his face over yours, and he grins as you smile at him. He leans his forehead against yours and says, “You feel so good, baby.” You put your hand on his neck and bring your mouth to his.

“So do you,” you mumble before you press your lips to his. He groans into your mouth as you feel his rhythm start to increase, his strokes become shorter.

Suddenly he lifts his head and his hand goes to your hip, holding you still as you feel him push deep within you. His eyes close and his mouth opens. “Fuck!” he shouts. You watch as his body tightens, and he lets out a guttural groan. He pulls back and slams into you again, and again until his head drops back onto yours. He lays there a moment, breathing deeply, his eyes slowly open and meet yours.

His hand leaves your hip and rests on the side of your neck. He looks at you for so long you start to feel embarrassed and look away. He chuckles when you do and kisses your cheek. “You’re real cute, you know that?”

You don’t know if he expects an answer, so you hum noncommittally. He chuckles again and rolls of you before getting up and pulling a pair of sweats on. He goes to the door opens it a little, peeking through. He turns to you and grins.

“Stay there, I’ll be back in a minute.” And then he disappears.

Alone in his room, you look around for the first time. The first word that comes to mind is spartan. There is a tv with a playstation and a small laptop, but the only real decoration was a signed poster of Pantera and a full bookshelf. You go to the shelves and have a look. You smile as you run your finger over the spines of the fantasy books, you had read most of them, you had not expected that. The rest of the books were non-fiction, history books mainly, some biographies. You bite your lip, suddenly feeling like an intruder alone in his space and start to gather your clothes, getting dressed as you go.

When you’re dressed, you pace the room. He’s been gone a long time and you start to worry. Maybe you shouldn’t be here when he gets back. Maybe, he’s waiting for you to leave. You slip on your shoes and are about to leave when you hear him at the door.

“Can ya open the door for me Sugar, my hands are full.”

Opening the door, he slides past you, kissing your cheek as he goes. Your eyes widen when you see the bottles of beer, the bottles of the same premix you were drinking earlier and a bag of chips and dip. He puts the bottles on the bedside table and sits on the bed, resting his back against the headboard.

“What…” you start.

He shrugs. “I thought we might hang out here for a while. Maybe have that chat I offered earlier.”

You blink, you hadn’t expected this. A little stunned, you don’t answer for a moment and then you see he notices that you’re dressed.

“Or we can go back to the party, if that’s what you want.”

Slowly you smile and shake your head before climbing onto the bed sitting cross legged next to him. He hands you a drink returning your smile and clinking his bottle against yours. “Cheers,” he says.

“Cheers,” you reply.

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staryuee · 3 years

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becoming their sugar mommy — genshin hcs ⸝⸝

꩜ warning[s]: mentions of gambling / casinos , slightly nsfw ?? , reader is still gender neutral :)

𖥻 synopsis: they lose a gambling bet to you and now you can’t help but spoil them <3 (modern au!)

ᜊ characters: childe , zhongli , lisa , diluc

childe / tartaglia

power couple except you’re the only one who holds power and he’s just there to look pretty

i feel like he’d want to be coddled when in a relationship so having someone who constantly spends money on him instead of vice versa makes him feel warm

definitely teases you !!! especially if you send him a gift with a note attached saying “reminded me of you <3” but in reality he loves it sm he doesn’t know what to say

felt very flustered the first time you sent him some expensive champagne — since yk after that tragic loss in the casino he was sure you’d ridicule him

not that he’d complain tbh, being humiliated by you is the best way to go down in his opinion-

one of the gifts had a note attached with your number and boy was he ecstatic ! he could finally talk to his not so secret sugar mommy (i want to use the term glucose parent so bad)

the convo started off slow but as each day progressed you both became more friendly with each other and longer conversations were common

managed to turn gift-giving into a competition :]

it got out of hand, there were literal stockpiles of different luxurious brands from all around the globe and as much as you both appreciated it you would rather have places to walk in your own house

when you sent him a bunny boy costume with some of his favourite flowers though, you didn’t hear from him for a while - dw he loved it

from that point forward the gifts got more,, risqué

most likely had a one night stand with you and caught feelings lol

he will be your malewife if you asked btw , say the word and he will be in the kitchen cooking up some pierogis , rosł and katsudon , to spice it up a bit , all the while you’re doing your own thing

zhongli

unfortunately lady luck wasn’t on zhongli’s side , but maybe she had a change of heart since he managed to meet you

losing to you must’ve been the biggest blessing on zhongli’s part as when he woke up the next morning with a massive headache, he found a gift basket at his door

a pastel yellow note that was attached to the flowers within said basket explained that after his massive loss at the casino you drove him home to help him clear his head a bit <33

that explains how you got his address - but doesn’t explain why you decided to show such kindness

very appreciative about each gift that you give him no matter what it is , in his eyes if it’s from you it holds more value than any precious gem

though his elegant and assertive demeanour can fool the public eye , he will most definitely use you to get things he wants while being bratty

you’re happy to satisfy his needs of course , just as long as he satisfies yours in return ;>

he’s your personal play toy with each expensive item that you so graciously provide him with

the luxuries he receives from you can’t compare to the nights of repayment which you can imagine as you wish

however he does truly worry for your well-being at times , last week you gave him a cute beige coloured dragon plushie, but then yesterday you bought him cow print lingerie ??

he still never questions you no matter the obscurity of your gift

occasionally , he will drop by and gift you something of his own , it’s very sweet he especially loves just making you different beverages whilst your working

your personal malewife !! <3

lisa

her ? losing ? no ones ever heard of that like ever !!

her good looks are an easy way to appeal to the side of good fortune , yet it also allows her to use deception

by that i mean, you managed to call out the fact she was cheating from the get-go - unlike the previous people - but you let her have her fun for some entertainment

a pretty and sophisticated lady like her shouldn’t be hanging around in a place with lowlife drunkards is what you told her, by the second she drew in closer and closer almost to where your lips were touching

honestly the sexual tension between the two of you was making everyone else uncomfortable but in a good way [ if ykyk ]

the first gift you gave her was a golden necklace with a detailed rose at the end , in return she took you on a date to a high end restaurant

she asked you if you decided to take pity on her due to her losing or if it was just her looks that drew your attention — and if you’re being honest it’s more the fact she scammed so many men without getting caught

it was impressive and hilarious that people were so easy to manipulate with good looks , men are truly naïve creatures /hj

who doesn’t want to spoil an irresistible lady ??

she would definitely give you something in return for the luxuries you give her , whether it be a unique and ancient book , a kiss , hug etc etc.

falls in love with you 100% <3 it’s not just bc of the things you gift her tho ! she loves your company and the fact you don’t really want anything in return

diluc

the news of this happening spread like literal wildfire , it was on every news station possible that a CEO of the biggest company in germany, mondstadt (let’s just say mondstadt is the city and not the actual nation) lost to a rival CEO

the smug aura that you radiated pissed diluc off , he stormed out yet still managed to look professional and calm

wasn’t very pleased to find an unlabelled gift sitting on his work desk with no prior knowledge and was even less happy to find out it was specially delivered by you

honestly the gifts started off as taunts to make fun of him , trying to get that precious reaction out of the ever so stoic diluc

the final straw was when you asked him on a dinner date to talk things through - he accepted just so he could scold you about your childish behavior

the date didn’t go according to his plan , you managed to fluster him with a few lingering glances and a batch of roses that matched the CEO’s fiery hair <3 he didn’t appreciate that .. only to some extent

hates to admit it but he genuinely enjoyed the date with you as he got to know more about you outside of a work setting

let the obvious romance between two CEO’s commence !!

both yours and diluc’s employees started to get irritated by the vast amount of presents that laid around carelessly around the departments

the number of letters from you respectively made his workplace look absolutely different from what it was months ago (why cant you just send an email like a normal person,,,)

the media caught on faster than u did tbh

oh yh, you 100% have fights over who pays for the dinner but you always manage to win since you’re you

you hold the power over diluc , you can decide what to do with that <3

notes: ahhh tysm for 180+ followers <33 mwah mwah ily lot !!

#i start school soon and i’m so nervous-#whoever made that baal trailer needs their ass ate #the transitions were so smooth-??!#genshin x gnreader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn!reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #lisa minci x reader #lisa x reader #diluc x reader #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff

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Quiet Music: Poco a poco forte

In collaboration with @bethanysnow (whose askbox is always open!)

Jealousy was never a good look with stardust in the other’s eyes. Boundaries are tested. Fantasies are made hot and heavy with some alcohol. Will they make it back to the hotel all in one piece?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 5845

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***

Copenhagen was a whirlwind that barely left any time to breathe. Even the short break Y/n was granted in between was promptly used to make a dash for the nearest tourist shop. Adding a fridge magnet to her growing collection. No misses so far. She’d be lying if she wasn’t proud of it. Victoria gave a little tour through the city, giving ample opportunity to provide the fans with content via various social media platforms. A mad scramble back to the venue, soundcheck, dinner. A gig full of little mishaps, including Ethan losing a drumstick halfway through and Damiano almost tumbling off stage. At least the crew had gotten into a groove, ‘new tour’ jitters finally forgotten. That night, at the hotel, Y/n had found herself standing outside her door, empty ice bucket in hand. Somewhat wondering, hoping, someone would join her. Not just anyone. Him. But she wouldn’t knock on his door and he didn’t come to hers. It wasn’t to be. At least not that night.

The morning had brought the band another wake-up call from Y/n. Everyone was starting to settle into their routine. Get ready, get on the bus, get handed coffee by Y/n. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying this little comfort of domestic bliss, taking care of the people she was starting to consider friends. It felt right.

***

Damiano’s morning wasn’t quite as peaceful. His thoughts were plagued by images of Y/n. His decision to ‘cool it’ and back off a little seemed to be biting him in the arse. When she had come around to wake him up, she had been in a partially sheer blouse, black jeans and boots and he thought she looked like the perfect little alternative housewife. Luring him out of bed with the promise of coffee and breakfast. Now he was sitting on the couch on the bus, watching Y/n fly around the little kitchenette and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her bum in those jeans.

Nope, he wasn’t going to do anything about it. Not now. The conversation with Victoria two nights ago was still ringing in his head. He had decided she was right - no use in pursuing anything unless he was certain what he was feeling and what he wanted out of it. He would still have enough time to make his move once he figured it out. Right? He didn’t know what Y/n was thinking. Or what she thought of him, so no use dwelling on it. Still the thought struck him, he barely knew anything about her. He should probably talk to her more. Infallible logic, he thought to himself. Backing off and talking to her at the same time. Great.

“Y/n… how do you usually take your coffee, by the way?”

“Lots of creamer, usually. Sometimes a bit of sugar, if I’m feeling fancy. Or if I’m feeling really fancy at a café, I might get a caramel macchiato.”

“Caramel is always nice.” Of course, she would like caramel, he thought to himself. “Do you normally drink coffee or are you more or stereotypical British tea drinker?”

“I enjoy a cuppa when I’m home, definitely. Italians aren’t exactly known for their tea now, are they?” A smirk appeared on her face, maybe a little baffled by the conversation, but happy to humour him. “Lady Gray is a particular favourite. Followed by breakfast tea with some sugar and milk. Before coffee. I can make you some tea sometime if you fancy?”

“That’d be great. You know, I just had an amazing idea actually,” Damiano grinned. “When we first went to Berlin, there was this amazing tea shop - would you want to go when we have the gig there?”

“That sounds lovely,” Y/n replied. “Of course.”

Another step closer to getting to know her.

***

“Right, we’ve all got an hour until soundcheck and some press things, I’m gonna go take Chili on her walk, you lot do whatever you want until then.”

Y/n had expected a few non-committal grunts, a wave, maybe a “see you later, I’ll go have a nap”, but instead, the whole band seemed to be on their highest energy levels. All of them immediately scrambled to their feet, looking for shoes and jackets, proclaiming they wanted to see the city, maybe take some pictures for Instagram along the way. Y/n wouldn’t dare complain about the company.

It didn’t take them long to reach the harbour, walking along the river as they enjoyed the bustle of town and the view. Y/n found herself pulling out her phone, telling everyone to gather around her.

“I’m no photographer, but I do need some memories of all of this. Thomas, stop pulling that face!” Thomas quickly dropped the grimace as she took the picture, the historic old town in the background. Chili was busy running around between the five of them, loving whoever gave her the attention the most. Y/n thought Victoria was reaching for the leash, already preparing to hand it over, but instead the bassist grabbed her hand. Obviously in a giddy mood, she began swinging their intertwined hands between them as they walked. Y/n couldn’t bite back a smile. She had missed having a close friend ever since she had moved to Italy leaving her best friend behind in the UK and she felt like this blossoming friendship with Victoria could truly begin to fill the void in her heart.

The blonde girl pulled her into a deep hug as Chili decided to go bother Ethan instead.

“I want a photo with just you,” Vic explained, pulling out her own phone for a snapshot. Y/n complied with a sigh but wrapped her arms around her, ready to take the picture. Right as the click went off, Victoria pressed a kiss to her cheek, taking her by surprise. Neither of them could hold back a giggle at her face in the photo.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, by the way,” Y/n spoke up as a little break in the conversation offered itself. If only to distract from the affection and it worked perfectly. All eyes and ears on her. “I’ve booked a little dinner for tonight. But not just any dinner. A burlesque one!”

The group let out various cheers. Thomas immediately ran ahead of the group, shamelessly faking a striptease as they kept walking. Damiano made sure to record the performance, already giggling to himself. Thomas was in the middle of shrugging off his jacket, walking backwards, when - ouch! - he bumped into a pole, heavily bonking his head. Everyone erupted into hysterical laughter, and after rubbing the back of his head with a pour for a moment, even the guitarist joined in.

“You alright?” Y/n asked breathlessly, trying to hide the giggles in her voice, genuinely concerned about him still.

“Besides the fact that I just got all of you to drop your panties for me? I’m great!” The blond grinned at his own joke, as everyone else rolled their eyes.

“Yes! Oh my god, take me Thomas!” Damiano gasped dramatically, pushing himself up against Thomas, who grabbed onto his leg to dip him.

“Wait! Hold on!” Y/n shouted, once again grabbing her phone as the captured the moment. “Now that’s one for the fridge.”

***

Backstage was business as usual. Y/n once again took the time to watch the band soundcheck, always feeling soft looking at the way they played without having to be ‘on’, without putting on a big performance. Yet, she was still in work mode, phone displaying the name of a reporter she was waiting on, along with the name of the magazine she was working for. It didn’t take long for her to appear.

The woman was undeniably beautiful. Thin figure, long, red hair, picture perfect makeup. Even her clothes were pressed, luxury brands decorating her, adding to the pristine image. A press pass hung around her neck, acrylic nails tapping something into her phone. Leaning back, Y/n noticed the particular red leather on the bottom of the woman’s heels.

It was only after putting her phone away that she acknowledged Y/n at all.

“Anywhere I can sit down with the band?” Her eyes barely even met Y/n’s.

“Uh, yeah, once they’re done with soundcheck, they will be in the greenroom,” Y/n said, mustering the woman. “You the reporter?”

“Sure, sure. Can I go there now, sit down, get ready?”

Y/n studied the press pass on the woman’s neck, making sure she was actually the person they were looking for and shrugged. “Alright, follow me.”

She led the reporter further backstage. The greenroom was fitted with a couch and a couple of chairs, a vanity in front of the mirror and makeup already carelessly thrown around. A costume rack in the back.

“Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks,” the woman muttered, looking around the room, obviously dissatisfied with it’s slightly chaotic state and - probably - lack of style. “That’s all I need you for, then.”

Y/n’s eye twitched, busying herself with the clothes, reorganising them to distract herself.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but rules are rules. Can’t be in a room alone, privacy reasons and all that. I’m sure you understand.”

“Well then.” She carefully placed herself on one of the chairs, highly aware of her posture, her face, and the fact that she’d be right in view of everybody entering the room. “Maybe you can be a bit of help, then. You know, a little insider information between us girls… How into the whole, you know, rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle are they really? I’m talking, drugs, alcohol… groupies?”

It was no question as to what she was hinting at.

“Well, Damiano has a whole tattoo verifying that he hates parties. Plus, they’re not really known for that kind of stuff. And for the interview, I’d rather you stick to the approved questions that your magazine has discussed with our management. There’s no ‘insider information’ here -” Y/n was about to talk herself into a whole rant, when the door opened and the band moved into the room, joyous and hyped for the show that evening.

Victoria was the first to bounce over to Y/n, kissing her cheek, before collapsing on the couch next to her. Ethan, Thomas and Damiano followed suit. Chili had followed the band, now hopping onto the couch and making herself comfortable on Y/n’s lap. Ethan looked over at the reporter, brow raised. “You here to do the interview?”

“Oh you know it,” she winked. Y/n didn’t miss how her whole demeanour had changed and she couldn’t have been more annoyed. “Lovely to meet you all.”

She held out her hand to Ethan, the smirk never leaving her face, before greeting the others in a similar fashion. She held onto Damiano’s hand much longer than the others.

“Nice to meet you,” Damiano said, politely, sitting down as well.

“Oh, that’s no trouble at all,” she beamed at the singer. “Now, you’re here in Hamburg today, and in the part of town most notorious for having Europe’s largest red light district. Do you feel like that’s the perfect background for your gig tonight? You know, with the music you play and the way you dress - it’s not like you’ve been shy about sex in your career so far.”

They all chuckled slightly.

“Well, sexuality isn’t something to be ashamed about, at least we don’t think so. It’s part of everyday life and part of our own experiences so we put that into music,” Victoria eloquently explained. “And what we’ve seen of the city so far has been very beautiful.”

“Well, maybe I should give you a little tour then, show you the naughty parts of town,” she laughed. “Back on topic though, I imagine touring can be hard, being away from everyone. Do you ever get lonely on tour? For friends or… something else?”

Damiano coughed. “Sure, we get lonely, like anyone else would. But we make a family out of the crew. Everyone on our team is very close to us.” Y/n could clearly see in his eyes that he knew full well what the woman was hinting at. “We love touring, so when you love something, it doesn’t feel like work.”

Ethan nodded in agreement. Y/n could see through all of them easily - none of them wanted to be there.

“Yes, of course, touring can be difficult, but we have fun, so not that bad,” Thomas added.

Y/n didn’t miss the way the reporter briefly looked over her shoulder to muster a reaction from her. “Well I’m sure you’re easily able to find some fun away from your… crew. Lots of parties on tour so far?”

At that point, Y/n was ready to rip the reporter to shreds. But she knew she had to stay professional, and the band was more than able to hold their own, so she stayed quiet. Ethan next to her sat up a little, obviously uncomfortable.

“No, we don’t party. No time.” His vision went dark as he looked at the woman in front of them. As kind and mindful as he usually was, he didn’t shy down when it came to showing his scarier side when he needed to.

“Yeah. We sometimes go to a bar on a day off, but that’s about it. Work is more important,” Victoria threw in as she put an arm around Ethan on the back of the couch.

Y/n felt a wave of pride at the way the band was holding up. It was absolutely no secret to her that they were desperately waiting for this interview to end, annoyed with the reporter and the lines she kept trying to cross, but they stayed polite and professional. She thought that this was what made them real rockstars in that moment.

“Okay, one more question, then. You entered this business really young, you still are, yet you write quite mature music, how do you manage that?”

“We write what we want to write. Perform how we want to perform. I don’t think that has an age limit,” Damiano spoke curtly. His eyes flickered over to their assistant. Y/n was sure he didn’t miss the way she was staring daggers into the back of the reporter’s skull. “And music has always been a passion of ours. We just got lucky really early in life, I guess.”

“Well thank you very much for your time,” the reporter said, standing up, and once again reaching out her hand to say her goodbyes. “Hope to see you around…” As she came to Damiano, Y/n didn’t miss how she stuffed a little note in his hand. “...hopefully.”

“Can I go kick her face now?” Y/n stood up, seething, as soon as the reporter had left the room. “Sorry, no, that’s actually rude. But I’m going to call management and report that woman.”

“Yeah, that… wasn’t cool,” Ethan contemplated. “How about you make that call and then we take your mind off it with the dinner show you booked for us, yeah?”

Y/n took a deep breath, looking at Ethan, whose eyes had turned back to show nothing but kindness. She couldn’t wait to forget about this disaster for the rest of the evening and enjoy herself. With the band in tow, she was sure she would.

***

Damiano hadn’t been quite sure what to expect from dinner that evening - but it wasn’t a table smack in the middle of the first row right in front of the stage. He should have seen it coming, really. When Y/n planned and schemed, she always made sure to get them the best of the best. Determined to make sure everyone was having fun. She truly took care of them like no other.

A waiter was at their table in no time, taking orders for drinks and food, and the openers started before Damiano even had a chance to take a sip of his wine. As soon as it became obvious that the first act of the evening would be pole dancing. The rest of the band started snickering, nudging Damiano’s side. Still, they all watched in amazement as the dancer started their performance, music filling the room.

“You know, I could do that,” Damiano whispered in Y/n’s ear as he leaned in close. She looked over at him - at the performer - back to him.

“Sure you can,” she giggled.

“Oh I can,” Damiano insisted, leaning in closer than necessary now. “And in heels.”

Y/n couldn’t stop herself from coughing, choking ever so slightly on her drink, as her eyes widened and a slight shade of pink appeared on her face.

Damiano simply couldn’t help himself. He knew he had meant to back off, give her a little space, give himself some time to think, but the words simply slipped out. “I can always offer you a private show, you know?”

This time, she only paused for a moment before whispering back, “You teach me pole dancing, I’ll teach you rumba, yeah?”

Fuck, he hadn’t expected her to get the upper hand so quickly. Still, he never once lost his smirk, murmuring a “sure” back at her. She had gotten back her cool, focusing back on her meal now, only looking up to watch the performance every now and then in between bites. She was making it way too hard for him to back off. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him.

Leaning back into his chair, Damiano watched the performer on stage. They were beautiful, no question about that. Amazing at what they did. It was impossible to keep your eyes off them, even Y/n kept getting distracted. He wondered if she’d look at him the same way if it was him up there. Or if he did a little show himself that night, on stage at their own gig. Catching her attention like the dancer was doing now. Maybe making her lose her mind a little bit. It was worth a try…

The performance was over much too quickly for his liking and only shortly after, the main dancer of the evening was announced to go on stage soon. It didn’t take long for the lights dimming, before fading to black completely. A hush falling over the crowd. A spotlight found a petite, blonde bombshell in the middle of the stage. Perfectly sculpted hair, blue boa feather skirt, a glitter corset that dripped with silver and gold accents. She seemed to be glistening under the stage light, body glitter accenting all the right curves and features. Then she turned around.

Damiano’s jaw dropped - along with just about everyone else’s. She was così bella, un angelo. She walked to the front of the stage as the crowd cheered and whistled. Damiano was enraptured by her. She was mystifyingly beautiful. Each move was carefully planned out, knowing exactly what she was doing and how to do it. She was feeding off the crowd, spurred on by the shouts and comments, as she moved across the stage.

Damiano’s eyes followed her closely. He felt hypnotised by her performance. He had never given burlesque much thought, but this show was changing his mind rapidly. The only thing to pull him out of his was a sigh - a disgruntled noise maybe - coming from his left. It was hard to make out Y/n’s face in the dark, he realised as he turned towards her. But if he’d learned anything about her body language in the past days, he was certain that she wasn’t happy. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she was leaned back in her chair in a way that tried to suggest she wasn’t bothered. But she was. He just couldn’t figure out why.

He was distracted when the dancer was back in front of their table, looking down at them from the stage. She sent all of them a wink, before pulling the elbow-length gloves off one by one and throwing them to the side with a smile. She mesmerised him, even as she moved away from them to give another table some attention. Yet, Y/n was playing at the back of his mind.

Why did she seem so mad? She was the one who had booked this dinner, why wasn’t she having fun? Was she still preoccupied with the reporter from before? Sure, that one had definitely stepped over lines, but he thought they’d all gotten out of there pretty unscathed. And the reporter's number had wandered into the bin immediately. He considered the matter closed.

The woman on stage slowly lowered herself into a split, causing pretty much the whole audience to lose their minds. This was too good. More cheers and applause from everywhere. Damiano heard Vic shouting vague words of encouragement as the woman lost her bra, only pasties covering her nipples now. Y/n let out a little groan and from the corner of his eye, he could see her rolling hers. This time, Damiano wasn’t the only one who noticed. He watched as Victoria and Ethan exchanged looks, then nods, and finally shrugs.

Finally the performance ended, the dancer leaving the stage with another wink and kiss blown towards them. Damiano wished it could’ve gone on for longer. These people knew how to turn sex into art, and he’d by lying if he said it didn’t inspire him.

“Okay, gather up, no time to waste,” Y/n order, getting up from her seat the second the lights were turned back on. “You have a show to play and I don’t want you to be late.”

Damiano threw another look around. Even Thomas, who had been too preoccupied drooling over the dancer to notice anything else, was now staring at Y/n questioningly.

“What’s going on with her?” The guitarist asked as they all gathered their stuff and followed their assistant outside.

“Fuck if I know,” Damiano mumbled. “But I wanna find out, sooner or later.”

***

It wasn’t like her to be jealous. She didn’t care much about what other people found enthralling. But Damiano had looked at the dancer as if she was god’s gift to humanity. Yes, she was pretty, yes, she knew how to shake her arse. Was it all that special? The dancer was petite, a perfect fit for Damiano’s arms. A perfect figure to match his. Y/n was confident, she knew she was beautiful, but unfortunately the rest of the world didn’t always think the same. Unlike the dancer on stage. That woman was more than beautiful… She was palatable, sexy, perfect in all the ways a woman should be. Qualities that Y/n was currently convinced she didn’t possess any of.

Okay, maybe she was jealous. But she didn’t have any right to be. The dancer was simply doing her job. And so what, if Damiano had fancied her? It wasn’t like they were together. She worked for him, that was all. She didn’t have any right to want anything from him beyond that.

The fresh air hit her face as she left the venue, forcing some clarity onto her. She’d have to get a grip and get back to focusing on her job. It’s what she was there for, after all.

***

Victoria bounced over the Y/n as she left the venue, full of adrenaline and happiness from the show she had just watched.

“That was amazing, Y/n! Where did you get the idea for this being today’s dinner?” She asked, hooking onto the assistant’s arm.

“Looked up places we could go online, found this one in a travel blog. Said it had amazing wine so I thought we could check it out,” she explained without looking up from her hands, which were toying with the receipt.

“Well, you sure do have impeccable taste,” Victoria grinned and kissed her cheek. It seemed to pull Y/n out of her head enough to look up at the bassist. But Vic’s smile vanished quickly when she saw the look in her eyes. It was cloudy, gloomy, enough to make Victoria freeze up. Thomas was excitedly chattering about the show in the performance in the background, how hot he thought the performers were, especially the last dancer. Damiano eagerly agreed. Y/n’s seemed to have a flash of venom on her face, and suddenly it clicked in Vic’s mind. Oh, she knew that look well, had carried it herself a couple of times in her life.. She was jealous. Y/n was jealous of the way they all - or maybe, someone in particular - had reacted to the woman on stage. And she was doing a bad job hiding it.

As soon as the car pulled up, everyone scrambled to get it. Y/n immediately started bouncing her leg, still a stormy look in her eyes. If it didn’t seem so serious, Victoria would be amused at the state their assistant was in. Yet, with the expression on her face right then and there, the bassist didn’t dare make a joke.

Damiano was sitting next to Y/n, and Victoria desperately tried to catch his eye. It took a slight kick against his shin to get him to look at her. She flickered eyes back and forth between Damiano and Y/n, motioning him towards the woman. Hoping he would understand. Luckily, they’d long gotten used to reading the other’s face, no need for a verbal conversation. Damiano looked down at Y/n’s hands, still picking at the receipt, and he quickly grabbed one of them. Interlacing their fingers and offering her a smile when she looked up. Her leg stopped bouncing immediately.

“You alright?” He whispered.

“Yeah. Am now.”

Victoria couldn’t bite back the smile on her face, quickly turning towards her phone to be less oblivious. Those two would do just fine, sooner or later, she was sure of it.

***

The concert venue was smaller than some of the others they’d been playing on this tour, but if anything, it had caused the crowd to be even more rowdy. Y/n once again sat to the side of the stage, engrossed in her phone. Damiano snuck a peek through the curtain, before retreating and watching Y/n instead. She didn’t seem half as gloomy as she did at the dinner show. But a certain forlorn quality was still obvious. She had never been this type of obviously sad or upset before. At least not to his attention. Well, he was determined to get her to laugh tonight. Whatever had ruined her mood, he was going to fix it.

The band was getting hyped up, gathering around, some last minute fixes to their instruments among excited chatter. Yet, apparently, it hadn’t been only him who noticed Y/n’s mood. Once again sharing a look with Ethan, Victoria motioned her head over to their assistant. He nodded, before walking over to Y/n, taking her by the hand to get her to stand up, and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Victoria quickly followed suit, then Thomas, who had caught on. Damiano quickly gave a wink before kissing her forehead instead.

“For luck!” He shouted, as he ran on stage, welcoming the crowd. A quick look back confirmed a bashful smile on her face.

Everyone was on fire that night, even Y/n seemed to let go of her bad mood more and more. Damiano didn’t miss the way she sang along to their cover of ‘Take Me Out’, obviously getting into the show more than previous nights. Knowing all the lyrics, dancing ever so slightly… Damiano realised he really had it bad for her.

He decided to go for it during “For your love”. With a pointed look towards her, he slowly started rolling off one arm of his jacket. Then the other. A little mock burlesque show of his own, dramatically shimmying his shoulders as he got rid of the jacket completely. The crowd more than appreciated his little performance, judging by their screams. The rest of the band was eating his energy up, playing harder, going crazier. As Damiano jogged over to grab some water, he didn’t miss the opportunity to turn his back towards Y/n, shaking his arse in a bad attempt at twerking. Turning back, he could see that she was desperately trying to bite back a smile. But he wasn’t done yet.

Making sure she was still looking at him, he began playing with his microphone. Giving it a teasing lick and sending her a wink at the same time. Watching her as he let his hand rest on his chest, slowly wandering lower with a teasing touch, until it rested in his lap. He only managed to keep it up for a second, before he couldn’t hold back the laugh at her expression anymore and turned back towards the audience.

But apparently, Y/n had some trick of her own. Well, it seemed like she wasn’t even aware of them, but they worked on Damiano all the same. She was taking her hair out of the pony tail for the night and he thought the way it cascaded around her face was beautiful. He felt like a movie cliche, watching as the main character let her hair down and everything suddenly happened in slow motion. Yet, here she was, trying to shove a bobby pin back into place, and he was losing his shit. He thought it was ridiculous though. The crazier her hair went, the crazier he went about her. She swayed to the music and for a second Damiano could swear time stood still.

I wonder if she likes her hair pulled… The thought distracted him to the point that he forgot what he was singing, quickly covering it up by animating the audience to sing it instead. He was glad to be nearing the end of the set. He’d never wish to go off stage, per se, but Y/n was once again occupying his thoughts and the way she was moving to the music now didn’t help.

Another song, another bow towards the audience, another well-practised “Danke!”, and they were off stage. Damiano briefly considered going over to Y/n, only to see Thomas basically chasing her away, threatening her with a sweaty hug. Her slightly panicked squeals proved she wasn’t a fan of the idea. He didn’t mind. He’d make sure there’d be more time to catch up with her later.

Briefly dropping into the dressing room, Damiano grabbed his cigarettes and a hoodie, before heading outside for a smoke. The backstage door led to a quieter alley than the famously busy Reeperbahn on the other end. But there were still more than a handful of people walking past, singing, dancing, shouting into the night, beer bottles in hand. It didn’t take long for everyone else to join him. Ethan headed outside first, bumming a cigarette off the singer, before Thomas and Victoria followed. They were once again involved in some sort of mock argument. Y/n stepped outside a minute later, phone in her hand, already back to work-mode and probably checking the plan for the next few days. Everyone was still on a high from the gig, chatting and giggling, but Damiano felt himself taking a step back. He loved watching his friends, loved what they did, loved that he got to do it with them. And now Y/n too, in a way. Not even a full week in and he knew that this tour wouldn’t have been the same without her.

He was rapidly pulled out of his thoughts as a group of men came towards them, obviously way past drunk. Yelling and hollering for no reason but to be annoying and get everyone’s attention. Damiano hated those kinds of drunks. In his experience they were nothing but trouble. He had half a mind to retreat back inside before they reached the group, but even in their inebriated stupor; they were quicker than expected.

“Now, who are these beautiful girls?” One of them slurred, stepping forward.

“Yeah! Bet you give a man a good time,” another one laughed loudly. “And a cheap one too.”

One of them was moving closer now, almost touching Victoria - but without even a moment to process what was happening, Y/n acted. Damiano watched, fascinated, as she grabbed the man’s extended hand, twisting it around his back and shoulder checking him into the brick wall of the alley. No second thought, no hesitation. Shouldn’t the men have been the one to react and take care of their girls? Well, it didn’t seem like Y/n was one to wait to be saved.

In a tone that he had never heard before - and neither had the rest of the band judging by their reactions - Y/n spoke, “You couldn’t afford me, mate. Or my friends. So I’d take your piss drunk self elsewhere, m’kay?”

The men were gone faster than lightning, stumbling to find their footing as they ran, only starting to comment on how she was a “fat fucking bitch” and how they “wouldn’t have wanted her anyway” when they were far enough away. Y/n wordlessly rejoined the group.

Damiano found himself releasing a breath. The whole scene had been over so quickly, he barely registered it. He wasn’t the only one either, he realised. As the other three kept staring at her, amazed and maybe slightly intimidated, while Y/n didn’t even react.

However, Damiano wasn’t just mesmerised by her behaviour. He was thrilled by her - in more ways than one. The way she had handled herself was downright hot. She was fierce, self-confident, and strong. He couldn’t keep himself from contemplating whether this was a side she would let out in the bedroom as well. Was she the type to take control? Order him around? Push him to a wall like she’d done that guy, only with very different intentions? He would be 100% okay with taking orders from her, he decided.

Y/n finally looked up from her phone, apparently feeling everyone’s stares on her.

“...What. I told you I worked security before.” She looked at Victoria, quietly asking her if she was alright. She simply nodded. Damiano still couldn’t keep his eyes off of their assistant. Damn, that woman had more to herself than she let on.

***

Damiano was still thinking about it an hour later. After everyone had gathered their stuff and gotten back to the hotel and split up into their rooms. After he’d gotten in the shower. His mind was still running wild. He quickly turned the water to cold, letting out a hiss at the change in temperature, but he knew he didn’t have the time or the privacy to do anything about his thoughts. Neither would he be knocking on Y/n’s door, desperate for some kind of attention.

Not tonight.

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