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myfictionaldreams · 6 months

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Day 26: Overstimulation - Steve Rogers

Summary: It's the 1940's, and you're a dancer on the infamous USO tour showcasing Captain America. You're due on stage in 5 minutes, but Steve's too busy with his face between your legs.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, exhaustion, innocent!Steve (kinda)

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“We’re on in 5 minutes! I repeat, 5 minutes. Did you hear Mr Rogers?”

“Hmm? Yeah, 5 minutes, I heard!” Steve’s head perked up from between your legs, wetness coating his lips and chin as he shouted through the door to the stage hand.

Your body collapsed onto the desk, completely worn out. Eyes heavy, struggling to stay open, and lungs burning with how out of breath you were. “Please, I need to go and get ready; the girls will wonder where I am”.

Steve licked his lips and began to spread your thighs again, his hold hard enough to leave bruises behind as you sighed heavily, head falling back against the mirror. “Just one more; I know you can do it, then you’ll feel much better when you’re dancing baby”. His face descended to your cunt, tongue lapping at your already sensitive hole, his nose pushing and stroking against your engorged clit.

Steve had been at it for what felt like hours. You were one of the dancers on his USO tour across America, dancing and singing every night in a new city to sold-out crowds. You watched as the infamous Steve Rogers sold the bonds and punched fake Adolf Hilter in the face for the crowd's entertainment.

The tour had been going on for weeks as the war ravaged worldwide. Steve had kept to himself, appearing to be scared of any female that walked past him, let alone any of the dancers or singers on stage, even though he had hundreds of women ready to throw themselves at him.

You felt bad for him, the big superstar who sat lonely in his room every night, so you worked up the nerve to speak to him one day. He was sweet, attentive, and very innocent, and you quickly drew him out of his comfort zone. A few kisses and cuddles turned into more risque. He was a virgin when you first met him, and you were completely respectful of that, but after a few awkward fumbling, you decided to take charge and show him how to move, touch and feel, pleasuring both him and you.

The first time Steve made you cum, it was like a light bulb switched in his brain. He was obsessed. The more you taught him about your body, the more he would want to hear your sweet melodic sighs of euphoria, to the point that it was starting to interfere with your work.

Which brings you to today. You’d visited him in his little dressing room at the back of the theatre, intending to get his lunch and ended with your panties on the floor and skirt bunched around the waist and legs over his shoulders as he ate you out to perfection. Every suck and lick had your back bowing and fingers trembling to cover your mouth to stop those outside the door from hearing your multiple orgasms.

Your entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out. You were stuck between being wholly exhausted and wanting the moment never to end. Due to past experiences, you knew that Steve’s stamina was devastatingly good due to the super serum. Once, you’d fucked all night, and you couldn’t walk the following day and had to call in sick to the show, which Steve was pink-cheeked and apologetic for, forgetting just how fragile you were compared to him.

You were getting close to that point again, attempting to push against his shoulders weakly, knowing you should stop but not wanting him to because you were so close to your next orgasm. You weren’t sure how many you’d had; all you were aware of was that your pussy was plump from all the stimulation, your clit was throbbing to the point that Steve could feel your heartbeat against his tongue, and your hole ached from the number of times it had clenched and tightened.

“Just one more”, Steve had repeated so many times that you could hear him saying it in your lucid mind. Slumping back against the mirror, the pleasure built, his tongue lapping your juices and stroking your clit, plunging and twitching in your pussy as he held you down on his desk.

The waves of the orgasms throbbed through your entire body, your hands pulling at his hair to move him away from your pussy as you sat up, losing control for a second as your body tried to process the euphoria.

“You’re so beautiful, Doll. You’ve done so well for me”, Steve encouraged, his hands massaging your aching thighs as you tried to catch your breath. As the pulses in your cunt calmed, you leaned forward until your head rested against his shoulder, his arms moving around your hips as he cradled you close.

“I might need to cancel the show”, you say, trying to wiggle your toes but finding your limbs were slow in response.

Steve moved back slightly to look at your flushed face, “You know you can’t do that, Baby. You’re on your last warning. Sorry, I’ll try to stop doing this before shows; sometimes I just can’t help myself.”. He pecks your lips softly, and you lean into the touch and try to slow your breathing to calm your body.

A knock at the door disrupts the embrace, “We need you at the stage door in 1 minute!” The stagehand shouts through the door, and you refrain from groaning.

“Could you help me get dressed, please?”

“Of course!” Steve was as sweet as ever, finding your panties and shorts for your costume and helping to pull them back onto your trembling legs. When you tried to stand and straighten your skirt and top, your knees buckled, but thankfully, he caught you, holding you for a couple of seconds until you found your strength.

Looking in the mirror, you tried not to cringe at the streaks you’d left behind on the surface, and then there was your appearance, completely glazed-over expression, and hair a mess, but you didn’t have time to sort either. Rushing to the door, you cringed internally and how sensitive you felt between your legs and how uncomfortable it was to walk with your pussy slightly swollen.

Steve was behind you, opening the door to allow you to step out and rush to the curtain. Making sure no one else was around, you turned and leaned up to kiss him sweetly, “Break a leg.” you wished him luck before running to join the others, who all gave you exacerbated looks for nearly being late.

The show was nearly a disaster; your legs became heavy halfway through from exhaustion, but thankfully, Steve caught you, somehow managing to play it off as part of the play, catching the damsel before continuing with the show.

Your entire body was warm to the touch, and the bright overhead lights only worsened it. As you danced across the stage, you became increasingly more aware that your panties were drenched, your pussy still flowing with juices, to the point that you were worried it had leaked through your shorts for the audience to see.

By the end, your cheeks ached from fake smiling, and the muscles in your legs were burning to the point that you collapsed on the stairs as you exited the stage. You were exhausted, eyes hardly open as one of the girls asked if you were okay.

“Sweetheart? Are you coming down with something?” the show manager asked, but you waved everyone away.

“I’m fine; I just need to sleep”, you explained whilst thanking one of the other girls who had returned with a glass of water.

“What’s going on? Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, pushing his way through the crowd. Your body heated even more as Steve’s eyes widened briefly before he tried to mask his reaction. It was evident in your contract that you were not allowed to form intimate relationships with the show's star, which of course was Steve, so whatever it was that you had with Steve had to stay hidden, even though you were sure everyone suspected it.

“Everything’s fine, Mr Rogers, she’s just cooling off”, the manager attempted to move his prize possession away, not wanting him to worry about any of the girls and push him back to his awaiting taxi.

“She doesn’t look fine; why don’t I take her to a doctor?” Steve suggested, lowering himself so that you were both eye to eye.

“She doesn’t need a doctor; she’s fine, aren’t you, sweetheart?” the manager tried to reassure, but you were too tired even to respond.

“Ok, let me rephrase this, I’m going to take her to a Doctor, now move out of my way”, Steve demanded, actually standing up to the manager for once as he slid one arm under your knee and the other supporting your back as he lifted you, your head rolling onto his shoulder.

You relaxed into the hold, the sway of it helping to lull you into a half-asleep state. Only when the two of you were alone in the taxi did you decide to speak finally. “I don’t need a doctor, I just need to sleep”.

“I know, baby. I just wanted to get you away from everyone. I’m sorry for going so hard earlier, and I’ll try and calm it down from now on”, Steve apologised, holding your body close to his as the taxi began to move towards the motel you were all staying at.

You grinned, tilting your face towards his, “I didn’t say you had to stop, Steve”.

His eyes flicked between your lips and eyes, a small smile forming on his handsome face. Giving you a quick kiss on your temple, the two of you relaxed into the embrace as you quietly fell asleep.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers one shot #marvel #marvel smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mine*

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judysxnd · 2 months

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Some cute moments with Lando

All those little moments could be separate stories and could be more elaborated. Let me know if you want me do fully write them!

Had this in my drafts for a while, I thought I would add more but I actually didn’t, I know it’s not much but.. yeah, I’m still putting it out 🤷🏻‍♀️

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number one:

Your both preparing dinner together. Neither of you are great cooks but sometimes you try. You put the tv on, on some music channels. “Gimme love” by Sia came on. You both started to sing and dance. You ended up pausing dinner and dancing in the kitchen.

At the end you said “I missed having you in the kitchen” he had a big smile, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

“me too, I don’t like being away from you” you blushed as you couldn’t help but smile. You were staring at the food you were preparing, too shy to look at Lando.

number two:

Lando travels a lot, and unfortunately you cannot always be with him. But he never stops thinking about you. He always brings you back little souvenirs. Even when he just wanders in Monaco without you, he always brings you something.

Like one time, you were coming back from work. You were staying at his place for the night. When you came back home, he gave you a small pocket. Inside there was a little scrunchie with little cherries on it. He knows you love scrunchies, and he also knows cherries are your favorite fruits. He always thinks about you, buy you little things because he knows you love it. He loves to spoil you.

number three:

It’s more a heated moment but you found it cute how Lando was desperate for you. You ordered some new set of underwear a week ago and finally received them. You unpacked them but didn’t try them on yet because you had to leave in a few.

So you left them there, totally innocently on the bed, for you once you’ll be back. But Lando came back before you, and he was very (pleased) surprised when he saw what you ordered. That’s when you started to receive a few texts, Lando asking where you were and when you would be back. Once the reason of his impatient texts was revealed, he kept begging you to come back quickly.

“I can pick you up” he even texted

“and what about my car?” you responded

“We’ll get it later” he answered

He was eager to have you back home so that you could try the undies before he took them off of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his behavior. After dating him for a while, nothing ever changed, he was still so obsessed with you, as much as you were with him. And let me tell you that once you were back, oh boy, it got very heated.

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a-hazbin-reader · 3 months

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Alastor's craziness

Description: Alastor having to deal with Child!Reader and what their relationship is like

Alastor is somehow the best with children while simultaneously being the fucking worst

Sure he can entertain them easily, knows all the right things to say and think of fun games to keep them occupied

He can make them good food to eat, supply them with the proper clothes and protection

He'll even play along with all your little antics, act as your partner in crime

Knows how to make you smile after something has upset you, giving small head pats and singing you a song

Lil song and dance number

"You're never fully dressed~ Without a smile~"

Let's you in on his super duper big plans but you can't tell anybody or else it'll ruin the surprise

But he has no idea what a child actually needs in order to thrive

His idea of games are often just tossing you somewhere dangerous or letting you play on a death trap while he lazily watches you

Often times he forgets to feed you and when you inevitably complain of being hungry he tries to feed you the nearest sucker around

Alastor kids do NOT eat ppl

Cannibal children do

Okay well ppl meat doesn't have enough nutrients for a child

Fine

Puts you in clothes that will embarrass you to tears with how old and dorky they are

"Well it was in style when I was a kid!"

And he more than likely will traumatize you with his idea of 'protection', as if his demon form wasn't terrifying to normal adults

To top it all off...Alastor can probably only handle you in short bursts then pawns you off on someone else

It's nothing personal

You're just needy and grabby and loud and you're prone to tears and-

Well, children are just that way by design

So it's nothing personal

But he does have a soft spot for you and spoils you a little more than he would the average child

Gives you anything you ask for no matter if it's bad for you or if someone else already told you no

"Alastor! Can I have a cookie?"

"Of course my dear~"

"Uh Al? Vaggie already told them no..."

"Two cookies then!"

Alastor finds qualities in you that could be nurtured and puts effort into helping you grow your gifts

If you get into trouble then he helps you skirt the rules of your punishment

And lands the both of you in a time out

"I can't believe you dragged me into your punishment!"

"Alastor, that was your idea!"

When you start trying to make deals with everyone around the hotel, he is so PROUD

Sniff "they grow up so fast"

Covers your ears whenever anybody curses around you but casually teaches you how to properly cook a finger

If you're dirty then he'll hold you away from him with his staff, sidestepping your grubby hands

"Oh dear~! Someone needs a bath~"

Leaves the hard work to everyone else but happily does all the funs parts of hanging out with a kid

You're probably his favorite kid in all of Hell tho

#alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #I strive to make every Alastor post #as chaotic and funny as possible #I want him giving headaches #dadastor #the worst papa #lucifer tho-#👀

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lvrhughes · 4 months

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You Are In Love | Q. Hughes

1989 tv masterlist

pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none?

summary: You and Quinn fall in love, and he realizes.

not my gif!

“Quinn!” His entrance had been welcomed quickly by the team, fellow cheers of ‘Captain’ and ‘Cap’ filled the space. His team surrounds his entrance, pushing you to the back of the crowd.

The lights in the room had been dimmed over the night, most of the light emitting from the TV playing whatever show Nils had picked. His eyes caught yours, seeing the way they lit up as he saw you. One look meant for you.

The night went too fast, missing the large crowd of rowdy Nhl players quickly as the number lessened. Nearly half the team had left before you even got the chance to get close to Quinn, three players passed out on the couch as you cut through Brock’s living room to reach.

“Hi Quinny.” Your voice was soft, walking into his open arms.

“Hi baby.” He returned, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. Baby. He had always called you that, no one knew why, no one cared enough to find out.

“I’m going, thought I’d say goodnight.” You mumbled, arms around his torso while his rested around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, baby, see you tomorrow?”

“Coffee at midnight?” The offer stood unanswered for a second before he nodded, a smile on his lips at the thought.

“Baby, baby wake up.” Quinn’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, peppering your face in kisses between his words.

“What?” Your voice was rough, filled with confusion, as you stared back at Quinn.

“It’s midnight coffee time.” He urged, his arms reaching around you to pull you up, pressing you against his chest.

“It’s midnight? I fell asleep, oh no.” The sadness that covered your face at the thought that you weren’t waiting and ready for Quinn broke him, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Baby it’s okay, you’re up now and we’ll go.”

You nodded at his words, stretching your arms before getting up, moving from your spot on your couch while Quinn followed. Slipping your shoes on before grabbing your keys, letting Quinn lead the way out to his car before you slid into the passenger seat.

“You want aux?” The question was almost rhetorical, you always took aux, simply nodding at him before taking it.

Your music playing, allowing the two of you to sing along quietly, often interrupted with small talk. He drives slow, carefully, his eyes drifting from the road every so often to caught a glimpse of you.

The 24 hour diner was your favorite place, Quinn having introduced you to it when he first moved to Vancouver, showing up at your place once offering midnight coffee, which would soon become a tradition.

The light reflected on the chain you wore, shining onto the roof of the diner in gorgeous patterns, catching Quinn’s attention. His view left his coffee, staring at the roof now while you stirred yours.

“Look up.” He urged, making you look up to see the patterns.

“It’s so amazing, something so little can make something so big and pretty.” Your voice was quiet simply admiring the dancing shapes, Quinn’s gaze drifting to you instead now.

The ride home was quiet, drifting in and out of sleep in Quinn’s passenger seat, him making the choice to take you to his instead. Carefully carrying you in, placing you on his bed before you woke.

“Quinny? I can’t sleep in this.” Your voice was filled with sleep, his heart melting at the sound.

“Here, put these on baby.” He encouraged, placing one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts you had left once in front of you. “I’ll be waiting outside, call me in when you’re done.”

You were quick to change, discarding your current clothes in a corner of his room before curling back into his bed, calling out for him.

“Well don’t you look comfy?” He joked, climbing into his spot beside you, letting your curl into him.

“Shit.” Quinn’s cursing was heard from the bedroom, making you giggle as you woke, smelling the cause of his fit.

The burnt toast that lay on the counter, Quinn’s messy handwritten note beside saying he was running out to get breakfast, leaving you to return into your clothes from before yet keeping his shirt.

The view of him walking back catching your attention, running out to the sidewalk to greet him, wrapping your arms around him quickly. The quickly movements leaving him to barely grasp the food, almost dropping it before catching it again, your body shaking with laughter as you saw.

“Smooth Quinn. You giggled, watching him roll his eyes.

“I wouldn't have almost dropped them if you didn’t run into me!” he argued, his eyes gleaming proving his false anger.

His movements were so fast you barely knew what was happening as his lips met with yours, melting into his as he dropped the food to the sidewalk. His arms wrapping your waist, your hands trailing through his hair.

“We should go in.” The words were muffled against your lips, his fingers rubbing circles on your hips as he spoke, pressing against your lips after.

“Mhm.” nodding, pulling away from his kiss for him to chase, his hands pulling you close again.

“Quinn!” The shout of his name coursed through laughter, seeing the smile raise on his face.

“Fine, fine, we’ll go.” He spoke, reaching for the food that laid on the ground before taking your hand to drag you inside.

“Quinn you know I can’t.” the sigh that came out urging Quinn to roll his eyes, shaking his head.

“I knew you’d say that, I just need you and you can’t.”

“Quinn-”

“No, I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave.” His movements halted, his body that had been turned towards the door, carrying his bag to leave with, stopped. The tears the covered your waterline threatened to spill over, the sight alone when Quin turned was enough to drop him to his knees.

His knees hit the ground before he knew what he was doing, your body following in suite to sit with him, wrapped in his arms.

“I’m so sorry Baby, it’s stupid I was overreacting.” The words flowed from his mouth without stop, his constant apologies slipping into your hair as he pressed his face into the top of your head.

“Quinny it’s okay.”

His rambles continued, the various attempts to stop his speech failing. Pressing a kiss to his lips instead, his words dying as he melted into the kiss.

“Let’s go to bed now.” You encouraged, threading your hands through his hair once more before moving. He followed quickly, his bag discarded by the door while he followed you to his bedroom.

His body was quick to follow yours falling into the bed, pulling you into his arms in an instant. Peppering kisses along your face as you giggled, the smile on his face only growing as you leaned in to kiss him.

Sleep overcame you both in minutes, Quinn holding you against him throughout the night. It wasn’t until three am when Quinn woke, his movements waking you.

A strange look on his face, his grip reaching out for you again, holding you against him still. He paused, staring at you.

“You’re my best friend.”

You know what it was, he is in love.

You can hear it in the silence.

You can feel it on the way home.

You can see it with the light out.

You are in love.

#mads writings!#quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks imagine

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temptingfatetakingnames · 6 months

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Dancing in the Dark Part 2

Part 1

Time was moving slowly and Eddie wanted to smash his head on the table. Women kept coming over to talk to Steve. They brought him drinks (that he politely refused), they eyed him up and down, they complimented him, they touched him. On the shoulder, shyly on his knees, they leaned into his space and smiled brightly at him. They all asked him to sing again. Please, please sing again. You were amazing, they said with their breathy, feminine voices. Eddie wanted to scratch their pretty smiles off their stupid pretty faces. Steve shook them all off with a smile and Eddie was honestly a little surprised that he wasn’t soaking up the attention more.

Nancy and Johnathan were on stage singing a Sonny and Cher duet that probably would have sounded a lot better a few beers ago. It was late though, and most of the crowd was drunk and having a good time, singing along with them. The latest woman to strike out with Steve slinked away after leaving a napkin with her phone number on it.

“I’m gunna get some air,” Steve said, getting up from the table. Eddie watched him make his way through the crowd until he couldn’t see him anymore. When he turned back around, he saw Robin staring at him, her eyes wide and slightly unfocused.

She jerked her head in the direction Steve went. “You should go after him.”

“Should I?” Eddie asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, go see if he’s okay,” she said slurring her words a little.

“Shouldn’t you go see if he’s okay? Miss Best Friend?”

Robin pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Miss Best Friend says you need to go,” she said and then gave him the most uncoordinated wink Eddie had ever seen his life. He looked through the crowd towards the door that Steve had disappeared out of. He knocked his knuckles on the table and stood. Robin gave him two thumbs up and a huge grin that he couldn’t help but snort at.

He made his way through the room, gently nudging people out of his way. When he got to the door he took a deep breath, pushed it open and stepped outside. Steve was leaning up against the side of the bar with a cigarette hanging loosely in his fingers. He was looking up at the sky, deep in thought, a small frown hovering on his lips. He looked beautiful and sad and Eddie felt his heart clench painfully in his chest.

How had he missed it?

How fucking sad he looked sometimes?

“Hey man,” Eddie said as he walked over.

Steve looked at him and Eddie watched in real time as a mask came down over his face. He tilted his head to the side and a little half smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It almost reached his eyes.

Almost.

If Eddie wasn’t looking closer now, he would have been fooled by it. It was well practiced, automatic, near perfect…and Eddie’s heart clenched again.

“Munson,” Steve said with a warm affectionate voice that Eddie didn’t feel he deserved. He held out his cigarette between two fingers and Eddie took it.

They traded it back and forth, quietly smoking.

“You should sing more often, you’re not as terrible as I was expecting you to be.”

“High praise coming from you,” Steve said and nudged Eddie’s shoulder playfully.

“Why don’t you?”

Steve shrugged and took another drag of the cigarette before answering. “I used to… with my mom. She loves Springsteen.”

It both was and wasn’t an answer. No parents. Big house. Eddie wondered when they stopped singing together. The silence stretched between them. Eddie fiddled with his rings, turning them around and around his fingers. He didn’t know how to talk about things like this – the big things. How do you ask your friend why he doesn’t sing with his mother anymore? How do you ask him why he sang Springsteen tonight if it hurt him?

“I was wondering what Robin was going to say earlier – what else you’ve been up to?” Eddie asked, choosing an easier question.

“Oh.” Steve seemed surprised. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Well, I figured out that I really want to work with kids. For my job? But I really screwed myself over with my grades so I’ve been talking to Hop about what I can do. He’s going to write me a reference letter and see if he can help get me into college next year. In the meantime, I’ve been volunteering at the public school. Basically, a camp counselor for an after-school program. I – I really like it. The kids are great. I’ve been teaching them basketball and swimming. There’s this one girl, Ashley – she’s so shy, but so sweet! Took me weeks just to get a smile out of her, but a couple days ago she hugged me and gave me cookies that she made with her mom –” Steve cut himself off before muttering, “sorry, I’m rambling…”

Another adorable blush started creeping over his cheekbones. Eddie couldn’t think of a time that Steve had talked so much at once. He usually just listened when they all got together, chiming in every now and then with a comment but never talking a whole lot. But then he tried to think about the last time he or the kids had asked him a question about what he was doing or thinking and – he couldn’t.

“It sounds great, man!” Eddie said around the lump in his throat. “Tell me more.”

Steve smiled. A real one this time, small and shy.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Eddie nodded… and Steve talked.

He had been volunteering since the spring. It was mostly younger kids whose parents weren’t home when school got out. Steve said that the program was pretty bare-bones and that the other counselors just let the kids do whatever they wanted in the school playground or gym but didn’t really plan any activities. Steve changed that by introducing sports and trips to the pool and lake as the weather warmed up.

The kids genuinely seemed to like him which surprised him but didn’t surprise Eddie at all. He told him more about Ashley. Her mom was on her own; her husband had passed away a few years ago. Steve didn’t say she was his favourite but Eddie could tell that she was. Something about how shy she was at the start and how she was slowly opening up to him really affected him. As he spoke, his smile got wider and he talked with his hands more and Eddie was captivated. He nodded along and let Steve talk for as long as he wanted, only asking the occasional follow-up question.

“I’m going to see if there’s a program I can volunteer with in the summer, too.”

“I’m sure there is,” Eddie said with a smile.

Steve ducked his head to hide his face. After a moment, he looked up through his hair and said, “thanks.”

“Thanks for what?”

“For asking,” Steve said. “For listening.”

“I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

“How could you ask about something you didn’t know about?”

“I should have asked about you,” Eddie said quietly.

For a moment the mask slipped off Steve’s face and Eddie saw the same dark emotion in his eyes that he had seen earlier. But just as quickly it was gone – hidden behind his confident self-assured attitude and a smirk on his lips. Eddie was starting to see it for the armor it was.

“I’m not that interesting,” Steve said and leaned back against the wall of the bar, lifting his face up to the night sky. The words were regurgitated – someone had said them to him enough times that he had internalized them, consumed them until he thought they came from his own mind. Eddie had a lot of experience with that. There was a lot that they had in common, Eddie was realizing.

“I don’t want this to sound condescending or weird… or whatever, but –” Eddie paused and cleared his throat before continuing, “can I give you a hug?”

Steve looked over at him with surprise and opened his mouth, probably to say ‘no’ or ‘what the hell, Munson?’ but Eddie turned to him, arms spread wide and he closed it. The moment stretched and Eddie didn’t think he was going to hug him. He was just standing there, staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face – probably trying to determine Eddie’s sincerity so he held his eyes, stepped a little closer and opened his arms wider.

Hug me, Big Boy.

Steve closed the distance between them slowly, like he thought Eddie might change his mind if he moved too quickly. He smiled at him gently and Steve sagged forward, resting his head on his shoulder. He let out a sigh when Eddie brought his arms up and held him tightly. After a moment, Steve gripped him back just as hard.

Now that the hug was initiated, Eddie had no idea what to do. Rub his back? Try to get him to talk? He had never been good with his own feelings, let alone someone else’s. But Steve was his friend… and he was hurting.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked as gently as he could.

Steve immediately tensed up but didn’t pull away. Eddie rubbed small circles into his back and looked at the sky. The stars shone brilliantly in the night; he could see why Steve kept looking up at them. They held on to each other silently. Steve was still tense in his arms, despite the circles, and Eddie was convinced that he wasn’t going to answer. Which was fine, maybe a quiet hug was what he needed. The circles didn’t seem to be helping so he stopped. He brought one of his hands up to Steve’s neck and slipped his fingers into the hair at his nape. It was soft. Steve shuddered at the motion and went limp in his arms.

“No,” he whispered.

“No,” he forced out and Eddie could tell from his voice that he was fighting back tears.

“No,” he sobbed and clutched at Eddie with desperation. His body shaking as the tears overwhelmed him.

Eddie made soft shushing noises and rocked them gently, his fingers still tangled in his hair. Tears pricked at his own eyes in the face of Steve’s turmoil. He wished they were somewhere else; somewhere warm and quiet where he could bundle Steve up and keep the world from hurting him… keep the world from hurting him more.

He felt small in his arms… fragile. Which was crazy because Steve was a protector. He had saved the world. He had saved Eddie – had dragged him out of hell despite his own injuries. But who protected him? Who asked him how he was doing? What he was feeling? Eddie was desperate to know why he sang Dancing in the Dark. When Robin forced him up on stage with whatever secret he didn’t want the rest of them to know he could have done any song he wanted. He chose Dancing in the Dark – and then sang the most heartbreaking version Edde had ever heard. Steve had put everything he was feeling into it; had practically screamed at them to see him.

“Talk to me, Steve,” he prodded softly. “Tell me anything, everything. I want to hear it. Talk to me, please.”

Sniffles and shaky breaths, but strong arms still clutched Eddie tightly.

“I – I don’t sleep…” Steve said so quietly Eddie had to strain to hear the words. “Everyone keeps saying it’s over but it doesn’t feel over. It’s been over before…and even when I do manage it, I have these awful dreams. Robin stays over when she can, and it helps… but she’s leaving and I don’t know what I’m going to do without her. And the kids are getting older and they don’t need me anymore. And I finally have a goal, something I want to do but what if I fucked myself over in high school and I end up stuck at Family Video forever? I don’t know what I’m doing Eddie, and I can’t sleep.”

Eddie was once again struck by how much they had in common. Nightmares and the fear that the Upside Down could come back at any moment? Check. Unfulfilled dreams and the fear of falling into an average boring life? Check. He didn’t know how to tell Steve that he understood, that he saw him. There was a song that came to mind, one of his favourites by Dio that always helped him when he felt lost and alone. Talking about feelings was hard, but singing? Eddie could do that. He could do that for Steve.

He started singing Rainbow in the Dark quietly, giving Steve something to lean into, to listen for. He softened it, like Steve had with Dancing in the Dark, turning it into a companion piece – a continuation, a parallel.

When there's lightning You know it always brings me down 'Cause it's free and I see that it's me Who's lost and never found

I cry out for magic I feel it dancing in the light It was cold, lost my hold To the shadows of the night

No sign of the morning coming You've been left on your own Like a rainbow in the dark A rainbow in the dark

Do your demons, do they ever let you go? When you try to do they hide deep inside? Is it someone that you know?

There's no sign of the morning coming You've been left on your own Like a rainbow in the dark Just a rainbow in the dark

Steve’s tears had stopped as Eddie sang. They were holding each other lighter now, softly standing close. Steve had leaned back so he could see Eddie’s face as he sang.

“It is over, Steve… truly over. We won and Vecna is dead. I know that won’t stop the nightmares – it hasn’t for me. Not yet. But it will eventually, when it keeps being over. I’ll come over when Robin is gone. We can help each other sleep, yeah? And the kids are always going to need you – maybe not in the ‘demon slaying, use my body as a shield’ way – but in the older brother who loves them way. I think you’re interesting, Steve. I think…” Eddie paused, trying to get his thoughts together. “I think you’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. I want to know everything about you. I want to know why your mother stopped singing with you and why your house is always empty. I want to know why you sang Springsteen tonight. I want to know why you got so good at hiding what you’re really thinking and feeling. I want to know your favourite colour and your favourite food. I want to know about your dreams and your nightmares…I want to know it all.”

“Why?” Steve whispered.

He was close enough that Eddie could see the green flecks in his eyes. His face was blotchy and red from crying and his hair was a mess from Eddie’s fingers, and he had never looked more beautiful. They still had their arms around each other but they weren’t hugging anymore – it was more a loose embrace, and Eddie was viscerally aware of the difference. Steve wasn’t pulling away though, was holding his eyes like they held the secrets to the universe. It made him feel brave.

“Because I like you and I want to know you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve smiled brightly, warming Eddie with the glow. He looked down at the hand that Eddie had on his waist and grabbed it. And just like that Steve was holding his hand, and smiling at him and Eddie didn’t know what to do with the feelings fluttering in his chest. He thought he might be having a heart attack.

“I like you too, Eddie Munson.”

He was definitely having a heart attack. Eddie squeezed his hand and then moved forward a bit so he could rest his forehead on Steve’s. He huffed out a small laugh, unable to comprehend how they had got here.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to get our friends and take them home, then I’m going to come over and we’re going to sleep and in the morning we’ll talk more. Sound good, sweetheart?” The term of endearment popped out of his mouth and Eddie blushed furiously.

But Steve smiled and said, “Sounds good, Eddie.”

Final Part

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I really wasn't planning on writing a part two of this ficlet so I didn't have a plan when I started. I hope you like it as much as the first part, it turned out much sadder than I thought it was going to. It's funny to me that even though Steve sang Dancing and Eddie sang Rainbow I think the songs work better the other way? Steve is the Rainbow and Eddie is Dancing - I guess that's why they sang them to each other <3

@newtstabber @warlordess @tillystealeaves @imfinereallyy @heartsong18 @saltyseagoat83 @aceofwands @djohawke @th30ra3k3n @lazy-duck @surreal-honeypot @awkwardgravity1 @yoriposts @alycatavatar @tearsonthemoon222 @roastingdragon @mightbeasleep @helpimstuckposting @goblintendencies

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #Steve Harrington can sing #Dancing in the dark #Open mic night #steve x eddie

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dahfloofysmol · 1 month

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HELLO. This is the official post for YouTube kids’ surprise party on the 27th of March. Any and all gimmick blogs welcomed!

Some roles we need are:

-DJ [real-pollo-campero]

-great DJ (as per requested 🤨) [spotify-kids-real]

-video jockey [buildabearfr]

-Someone to make the cake [forever21-official]

-Puncher server [big-mayo-official]

-Decorator [barns-and-noble-official]

-Party crasher(s) [officialtinder and youtubefr and actually-kroger]

-Corner Person [Pinterest, yahooo-official, reallytimhortons]

-Person who’s dealing with a crazy sugar high [firewaysubs and zotap]

-Emotional support [walmart and def-bjs-guys]

-Mom [Krista the art program and Canadian tire] AND dad friend

-Birthday person IS taken (obviously lol)

-Someone to bring snacks [incognito-mode-official]

-Ring Leader (person in charge of the games) [totally-official-yahoo]

-person who performs a special but confusing (and overly translated) version of happy birthday [google translate ]

-piñata [firehouse-subs-fr]

-setting off fireworks [google-news-official]

-here for the food and bringing tWO DOGS!!! OMG DOGS!!!!! [swearification-and-cursing]

-person currently trying tO EAT THE CAKE!! STOP THAT!!! [shakespeare-official-account]

- stopping the Cake Eater [wow-google-maps]

- putting spiders (?????) under the cake [true-blue-straya]

- the person that is every bisexuals awakening [it’s-target-official]

-pops in for the last 5 minutes with a card + a store bought cake [the-real-google]

- gay wine uncle [the-McDonald’s]

- creepy uncle (???) [rick-e-chedder-official]

-single rich aunt who disappears every night at specifically 8:00 pm [totally-not-kraft-mac-and-cheese]

-shapeshifts between wine aunt and vodka uncle, and the comic relief [the-one-and-only-duckduckgo]

- bringing lights so we aren’t all dancing in the dark [real-vivaldi-browser]

- summoning Satan under the table with a bottle of whiskey and pancakes (??????????) [definitely-canada]

-person asking weirdly specific and absurd questions [actual-aspec-military]

-the COOLEST cousin [support-speaks]

-cousin who hangs out in the corner and looks like they know something you dont [the-official-publix]

-person who hits on everyone at the party even though they’re already dating 2 ppl [fr-winn-dixie]

-contributes Ziploc® bags [totally-scjohnson]

-bringing burritos [the-real-chipotle]

-YouTube's kids southern aunt who blesses everyone's hearts bc they think theyre dumb most of the time [i-bless-your-heart]

-middle school cousin who argues with anyone and everyone to look cool [wallyworld-the-unofficial]

-gives oil (?????????????) and branded pens as party favors [truly-jcjenson]

-the strange neighbor kid who talks to no one but sings the loudest and brings a weird yet tasteful gift [the-real-aperture-science]

-bringing Walmart sugar cookies [not-really-discord]

-guy bringing the Knives [wheatley-labs-official]

-joining in on the games [totally-official-yahoo]

-the disco ball [jollibee-real]

-that one uncle with lore of untold numbers of deaths involved, and that includes guns [partycityistotallyofficailguy]

And any other role I haven’t stated!! I’ll accept pretty much anything

In case what you pick is already chosen, tag your second option ;p

—>The biggest part of the surprise party is wishing YouTube kids a happy birthday, but in the most creative way possible. In the “ask me” works, but literally anywhere; on your blog or on a post from anywhere (that you know they’d be okay with a little shenanigans) works wonderfully.

->Also, saying happy birthday is awesome, but spicing it up would be more fun!!! Day Of Birth, One of Awakening, Oh Child of the 27th, and any other batshit way to say “happy birthday” would both be awesome and absolutely hilarious.

Again, invite any and all gimmick blogs, and feel free to let me know what you’d want to do! We attack on the 27th >:DD

ADDITIONAL NOTE: sometimes there will be more than one person in each role! I do actively encourage for people to come up with silly and niche roles if you think of one ;D

ON THE 24th I WILL NO LONGER TAKE ROLLS!!!! Spread the word please!

@barnes-and-noble-official @basically-bumble @totallyofficialtacobell @totally-official-yahoo @totally-bing @officialtinder @officially-google-translate @officially-ikea @official-fedex @incognito-mode-official @forever21-offical @officialkfc @kfc-official @k-f-c-official @life360-i-swear @xgames-blog @cars-official @big-mayo-official @bingle-official @the-real-google @the-real-firefox @nasa @wow-google-maps @wallyworld-the-unofficial @walmart-the-official @realgoogleslides @realgoogledocs @yahooo-official @unfortunate-wattpad @firewaysubs @firefox-official @pinterest-real @spotify-kids-real @duothelingo @definitely-wikipedia @firehouse-subs-fr @google-2point0 @gimmick-thief

#BIRTHDAY PARTY #birth of party #party birth #YouTube kids is in for a treat #I’m not gonna like #IF I have time #IF #I will make a collaborative drawing of everyone and their roles #I think I will #but for now gotta focus on people claiming roles 👍👍#March 27th #we have a good amount of time to do this >:D #LETS GO #//cackles in delight//

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leieatsmen · 2 months

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GOLDEN MIND, GOLDEN LIFE

✷ when it comes to manifesting self concept is the number one thing, would you go to the cinema without popcorn…? exactly self concept is what makes loa, loa.

✷ i could make countless posts, help people through anon, reblog, share success stories ect. but it all comes down to your sc.

✷ your manifestations feed off your mindset and what you tell yourself. if you’re telling yourself i’m so untalented, ugly ect. that is what’s going to solidify, whatever you say comes true even neville says it!

“the world is a mirror, forever reflecting what you are doing, within yourself.”

- you’re literally just self sabotaging if you look at yourself all day and bring yourself down

“an assumption, though false, if persisted in, will harden into fact.”

- question : do you think artists like beyoncé talk about how she can’t sing, dance, she’s untalented, she’s scared about how she might mess something up?

- no why would she be hyperfixating over something like that. take that advice and apply it to your own life, if you look in the mirror and find a pimple on your forehead talk about how clear your forehead is and how your pimple is gone and not how big and noticeable it is.

⤹

also no matter how far you are in your loa journey it’s okay to go back to the basics!!

- ASSUME - LIVE IN THE END - THE 3D CONFORMS

happy manifesting - lei

#ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⪩ ⪨ manifestingbymoi ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⪩ ⪨#law of assumption #neville goddard #manifestation #loa #affirmations #dream girl #dream life #self concept #void state #it girl energy #it girl #living in the end #manfiest

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 24 days

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In Concert

masterlist

note: i just like writing nonsense outros

warnings: suggestive (sex jokes ig)

word count: 1.2 k

♡ summary: Luke brings Jack and a few teammates to his girlfriend's concert

♡ Luke Hughes x popstar!reader

request ✗

Y/n had performed on stages just as big as this one, some bigger, with just as many fans with as big of an audience. But it wasn’t every concert that her boyfriend and some of his teammates, including his brother, were in said audience. To watch her perform. Songs about her boyfriend. Not all were about him but… a couple were and that was bad enough.

All while she was singing, Luke felt as though he was the only other person in the room. It brought him back to when she first played it for him. Sitting in bed, with her guitar in her lap, her back to his bare chest. And when she lent her head back when the song was over, he pressed a loving and passionate kiss to her lips, their lips touching the other's chins. Whispering soft ‘I love you’s and sweet nothings against their lips.

Seeing her smile at the lyrics, listening to the fans echo her words, all about him made him feel more special than he has ever felt in his life. He has the perfect girl, the kind of girl men would kill each other for, and she chooses him. Him. Not only did she choose him, she was singing to thousands of people right now about how she chose him.

“You two are dancing in a snow globe ‘round and ‘round. And he keeps a picture of you in his locker downtown.”

He did, and he had gotten teased relentlessly when he put it there. He didn’t care. He put her picture there to motivate him, she motivates him. Not only to be a better player, but a better person.

“You are in love.”

As she hit the last note, he felt a pat on his shoulder, turning his head to his left he saw the owner of the hand to be his brother, “I don’t think I’ve actually told you this. Me and Quinn say it all the time, but I’m really happy for you.” Just when he thinks it's going to be a nice moment, Jack ruins it by saying, “And you’re so damn lucky, ‘cause if she had more sense she’d see she can do so much better.”

Shuffling Jack hand of his shoulder, the younger boy mutters a small, “Shut up.” that causes Jack to laugh more than he already was from his own comment. Stepping back to let it all out, he comes back forcefully bringing his younger, yet taller, brother into a hug while saying again, “I serious though. I am happy for you, Lukey.” “Thanks, Jack.”

To break up the soft brotherly moment is the tune to the song that Y/n was most nervous to play with her boyfriend’s brother and friends being here. The fans cheered louder than ever, knowing what came next.

“Think I only want one number in my phone,”

This is the song she interacted with the fans most during, pointing the microphone towards them, bending down to sing closer to the fans. She even took a phone at one point. Luke however did not care about this, his eyes focussed on his girl’s body while she did the famous dance to the music, and his mind focussed on the explicit words coming from her mouth.

His mind coming down from its haze when it came to the most shared part of the show, the nonsense outro, Y/n had said something earlier about tonight's outro. Leading Luke to believe it was about him. Most of the outros were sexual, but not necessarily about him, it was more about what rhymed. So the fact Y/n said anything, basically confirmed his suspicion.

“How quickly can you take your clothes off?” “POP QUIZ!” “He told me ‘come here to Jersey’, y'know I did ‘cause that ‘D’ is worthy, I might even leave to get it early..”

Getting a couple pats on the back, it wasn’t only the fans that were yelling and cheering, the guys were having a heyday with the girl’s words. All were yelling their own things to tease the rookie.

During the last song Luke made his way backstage so he could see his girl as soon as she got off stage. The guys stayed at their seats to finish watching the concert and would make their way to the greenroom after.

After yelling her ‘goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s to her fans, Y/n made her way off stage, running to the boy when she spotted him. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she couldn’t reach his shoulders, the girl buried her head in Luke’s sweater. She feels his forearms resetting on her shoulders and can feel his body lean forward to leave a kiss on the crown of her head.

“The guy’s are gonna come say bye, then they wanna head to a bar. But I thought we could go back to your hotel.”

“Hmm, I’d love that.”

“Good.” He said, bringing his hands to the back of the girl’s thighs and lifting her up, her hands unwrapping from around his torso to land around his neck. They stayed like that in a tight embrace, before Luke lowered the girl and they walked toward her dressing room, they still had time to have a little fun till the guy’s came backstage.

#luke hughes #luke hughes x fem!reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x fem reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes fic #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes x famous!reader #luke hughes x you #hughes brothers #hughes brothers fic

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mntalbrakdown · 1 year

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I like love you - P. Hynes White

masterlist!

mentions of: fluff, cussing

synopsis: you love him and all the things you used to like abt him turned to love.

a/n: i’m no longer writing for him so plz no hate!!!!

The “it girl” was dating the new golden boy. Percy was the new boy in town, being in Wednesday, even though he had other shows and movies out, but now it was different. People now have their eyes on him. You knew Percy thanks to Jenna. You and Jenna have been friends since you were younger. You both met during auditions so you constantly bumped into one another. The difference was you were from LA you knew your way around it. You knew it was full of people who wanted attention and you knew who to sort out. So when Jenna invited you to the Wednesday premiere you went, it was second nature. When you arrived you met with Jenna she was next to a tall boy, taller than you, and had long hair. He had very light eyes, you couldn’t sort out if it was green or hazel. Something that bothered you the whole night.

“Percy, this is my friend y/n” Jenna introduces "y/n this is Percy"

You both say hello and act like middle schoolers on their first date. You would watch him the whole night from afar. He was pretty and funny. You liked the way he spoke and how kind he was. You would take photos on the black carpet and would sneak a peek to look at him. You really wanted to take a picture with him but decided not to.

You were about to leave and say goodbye to Jenna and Emma when you felt a hand grab your arm. You turned back and saw Percy.

“So I thought we could go out, and actually get to know one another” he asks scratching his head

“yeah that would be nice” you smile, giving him a napkin with your phone number already written on it because you wanted him to ask for it all night.

Now after six months passed you guys were going to go to celebrate your anniversary.

“Here I got you this shirt you could wear,” Percy says pulling out a pink bag with some tissues. You opened it and found a cute white baby tee saying Percy H. White's GF in red letters.

“Do I have to wear this,” you ask laughing

“it’s only true love if you do,” he says in a sing-song voice

“did you get one for yourself?” trying to scrummage through the bag

“no, only you” he says smiling ear to ear

“fuck you, is this like occasion worthy?”

“get ready we’re going out,” he says completely ignoring the question

“like causal fit?” you try to imagine dressing this up and all you thought abt was big grey sweats and a slick back bun with sunglasses

“yes, we’re getting coffee first” he knew you liked coffee and how you liked just being with him not anyone else on a special day like this.

“so you plan on telling the world we’re dating this way” you look at him on the way to his car. he liked that you would have to look up to him when you wanted to talk, he found it cute

“i think it’s hot” he says unlocking his car

“i mean having a property kink is definitely something else” you say sitting in the car

“I mean aren’t you tired of people thinking Jenna and I are dating,” he asks looking at you for a sign of jealousy

“no-“

“-no?” he cuts you off

“no, because I know we’re dating and if people want to make you two date that’s cute but it won’t happen,” you say looking at him and how focused he is on trying to exit the parking lot

“God, I like you,” he says grabbing your hand and putting it on his lap as he drives

“like you too” you squeeze his lap once

the rest of the car ride is silent. you would mind your business. but constantly look at Percy. how he focused on driving. how his hair would blow when the right amount of air would blow.

“is something wrong,” he asks tearing his sight from the road onto you

“no, you’re just pretty to look at” you smile at him

“shouldn’t I be saying that to you” he jokes around

“not necessarily, I always like to call you pretty and see how flustered you get” you make your fingers dance around his lap

you liked the way he smelled. you liked the way he would be comfortable with you. you liked that he could be himself wherever he went and not feel bad. you liked that he was him. him being the person you find yourself loving for the rest of your life. that being from a distance or in person.

“what’s going on in the pea-sized brain of yours” Percy looks at you now that he is parking

“nothing” you smile to yourself

“well we’re here” he looks at you as he turns his car off

“where are we” you look around and just see houses and a small building

“we’re going to hang out with some friends” you weren’t planing on being with friends. if you did than you would’ve chosen a different outfit

“in there” the building looked old, not a historian but old to the point it needs to repaint and a power wash

"so no coffee?" you slightly pout and dry the 'tears' that were rolling down your face

"fear not," Percy says smiling as if it was a 'you problem'

you both get out of the car and walk hand in hand to the building. you liked the way he towered to you. you liked the way he would look down at you and make sure you were ok. you like the way he would block the sun out for you. you liked the way he let you walk in the sidewalk instead of out, exposed to the cars.

as you walked in you were greeted by some friends. friends from Wednesday, Percy’s friends, and yours.

“hey sweets,” Jenna says hugging you

“Hey, what’s going on,” you ask, there were so many people to just a six-month anniversary

“I don’t know Percy just asked us to come” Jenna smiled and sat back down on the couch.

Percy was behind you. his hand laid on your waist. his head resting on the top of yours. he saw an open spot on the couch and dove for it.

“I’m gonna go get a drink, want any perc,” you ask almost turning your body fully away

“just a water, please” he said with a gentle smile laying in his face

you liked the way he was polite. you liked the way he was gentle. you liked the way he looked at you. it was never lust or hatred…no never it was care and something else you couldn't put your finger on.

“you’re doing a lot of thinking,” Emma says looking at you. you were trying to get the water and a sparkling water

“yeah, just trying to figure out why Percy made this party,” you say scourging the ice for the beverages

“Maybe he loves you,” she says with a wide smile ear to ear

“yeah maybe,” you say with a delicate smile, mimicking Percy's from earlier

“wait he hasn’t said it yet” Emma furrows her eyebrows

“no, neither have I,” you say ready to walk away

“I know you guys do” she follows you like a lost puppy

“I wanted to say it when I felt comfortable, and I feel it I just don’t know if today with all these people will be the day,” you say weakly, "and it's not that I don't love him, because I do, but I dont want him to feel the need to say it because everyone we know is here"

you both start heading back to the couch. it was surrounded by a dark ambient light that was warm and surrounded by paintings. it was really beautiful. it was something you’ve seen before but can’t put your finger on it.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Percy says and you hand him his water. it looks like all the seats are taken so you decide on standing behind him. but he grabs onto your arm and makes you spin around and pull you down to sit down on his lap

“oh” you felt awkward on his lap. felt like you needed to get up and find your own seat, but he made sure you were fine. rubbing your knee knowing ur overthinking

you liked the way he was compassionate. you liked the way he cared for you. you liked the way he would smile at you and reassure you everything will be alright.

you opened your sparkling water and started drinking it. everyone was talking about how they haven’t watched Wednesday. they were all either saying they should watch it or others saying they shouldn’t.

“so y/n what films are you working on,” Joy asks, moving around in her seat

“I finished the barbie movie, I don’t think I can say much more,” you say almost in a whisper. you didn’t like to talk about your work. it was the same as how you didn’t want to talk about school and grades when you were younger.

“she’s humble” Percy shakes you around as he screams making everyone laugh

“we’re not the public y/n say more” Jenna pushes and pries.

“she doesn’t even tell me,” Percy says almost hurt, moving you back so his chest hits your back and laying back

“what why,” Emma says in awe

“I'm superstitious, I feel like I would jinx myself” taking another swig of your drink

“what does your shirt say,” hunter asks out of the blue, squinting and moving his head around to figure out what the letters make out

“no, let’s not talk about it,” you say trying to hide your chest

“no, let’s talk abt it,” Percy says from behind you sitting up for this conversation and trying to move your hands to your side to show the work of art that is your shirt.

“It's something alright,” Jenna says, with a face of disgust and amusement.

“I would never purchase this,” you say laughing looking down at Percy with a shit-eating grin

“I would it’s hot,” Percy says with a challenging laugh

“yeah only you” you laugh into his neck. he liked the way it was a smooth breeze and how your loose hair tickled him. he started to move around because of your hair making you move around.

“get a room,” Georgie says jokingly

“which one? yours” Percy says looking at him while you move your head and trying not to laugh

"This is so middle school, it makes me want to throw up," you say trying to get up

"no" Percy yelped, making you want to start laughing all over again

"I feel like shouldn't be here," Hunter says making everyone laugh

you liked the way he got flustered. you liked the way he needed to hide his face from people when he grew embarresed.

"I need to leave and-"

"-no you don't" he cuts you off yet again gripping you even tighter than ever before

“Is that a photo booth?” You point to the culprit as Percy follows your gaze

“let’s go take some photos,” he says wanting to get up. you follow close behind and get in the booth. Percy goes in first but sits in the middle.

“scooch” there was enough space for the both of you. but Percy just brings you down to his lap. you didn't know what his fetish was of you sitting on his lap

“what should be the first pose,” you ask but Percy beat you to it. He had a shit-eating grin, and the next thing you knew was him tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you into a kiss, you heard the first shutter as you try to pull away Percy groaned not wanting to move

“We have to take other photos,” you say smiling, looking down at him, his eyes still hyper-fated on your lips

“I think I love you,” Percy says almost in a hushed whisper

“What?” you tried to make sure what he just said was what you heard and not make a full of yourself

“I love you” and another click rang out

you tried to react and say it back. but your brain made your eyes react first. making Percy think he misspoke. You wanted your brain to send a message to your mouth to move and say it back fast before it was too late.

“I love you too,” you say making him go into shock, and another shutter sounds. his mouth started to draw a curve as his eyes sparkled, which you thought was impossible because of how dim the light was

you intertwine your fingers in his hair bringing him into another kiss and him moving his hand to your jaw to deepen this kiss. you smiling into the kiss, and him following suit and the last photo was captured.

you try to get out, but Percy groans, wanting to stay in this position for the rest of the night. You slowly tug away so you could get out of the curtained wall. you hold a hand for him to come out. he holds onto your hand as you both walk to the other side of the booth and find the photos. you look through them as Percy now has both his hands wrapped around your waist with his head resting on top of yours

the first photo was you both kissing, the next was him saying 'i love you' with your eyes wide, the third was you saying I love you and him smiling wider than ever, and the last was both of you kissing, this time it was different than the first. you think he also saw that photo at the same as you because he kissed the top of your head.

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ememyers that’s MY girl

percy her shirt says otherwise

y/n.com love you pretty boy

percy love you too doll

georgieebleu percy she doesn’t even know your eye color

y/n.com you fucking snitch!!!

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starlightervarda · 9 months

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Favourites of the Musical Episode

Uhura starting all this by beaming Anything Goes at the zipper fold. Nyota, you fucking NERD

Spock straight up not having a good time

Number One and Kirk dancing through the hallways

La’An trying very hard not to sing and running to her room to sing her gut-wrenching ballad in private 😭

Pike’s general ????? reaction every time the singing happens

The acapella rendition of the opening credits theme

Chapel getting a sexy club number to say ‘lol sorry this proved much more than I can handle I’m gonna go dig up proto-surgical tools byeeeee’ I mean, it’s horrible, and it’s definitely going to fuck with his head that he took this risk and gave T’Pring very good reason to kal-i-fee him now but it’s also...relatable? Girl has serious wartime PTSD and attachment issues and was fine letting this crush just expire in its own time but got too impulsive and shit got too serious because, Vulcan, and she couldn’t ghost him while they were on the same ship.

Spock’s dark, emo pop-rock realization that he should go kolinahr now

Number One’s comforting confession song to La’An and it lifting them off their feet 🥺

Uhura getting her own ballad in Engineering and that bit at the end where she belts and we get the full-view of the section with the lights was 😩👌 babygirl still needs therapy and an emotional support dog tho

The solution to the singing problem being just more singing but a big cast number that overwhelms the zipper fold into combusting like New Years fireworks

The fucking Klingons’ getting roped in at the last second to add their aggro rap-pop boyband tantrum to the cause!!!!

this episode was a 1701 out of 10 great job everyone

#star trek #Star Trek snw #star trek strange new worlds #spock #Christopher pike #una chin riley #la'an noonien singh #christine chapel #James t kirk #nyota uhura

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weebsinstash · 4 months

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the brand new Angel Dust song that just came out has me thinking how absolutely fucked a Reader who is a dancer/musician/singer/producer would be with a yandere Valentino because it really does seem like, coming off of just the general materials and vibes I'm getting, that Valentino also turns his pornstars into sort of miniature celebrities, dare I say, idols even, which would maybe inherently fit the theme of Hazbin Hotel being a musical sort of show at heart. People break out into song, Asmodeus runs a club where music is performed, Angel sings as he strips, Alastor just... as is like just his entire aesthetic and musical number was 🤌, sing about being horny, sing about being addicted, sing about being sad, I dunno there's just an inherent love of music in all of it

I've never really posted about it in detail but I've thought of the ever so elusive MALE READER x Valentino (or transdude/intersex Reader because like, I guess i would, have to, accurately research what having a dick would feel like for smut of that and, I don't know, it's my turn on the gender power fantasy and I say--)

Male Reader who just keeps to himself and waits on Val's table "because you're too stiff, you'll scare off other customers" and one night the Overlord just catches you seemingly alone sweeping floors/cleaning while dancing/singing something, that whole trope where you just don't see him or have your eyes closed and practically do a full musical number until you notice him, just like seating himself in a chair, smoking a cigar, looking at you all smug and horny and thinking of all the different things he could use you (and your holes) for

Absolutely does he exploit weakness and if you don't have a prior addiction, he'll get you one. He'll shotgun something straight into your mouth, mix something into your weed, put a pill in your drink, nudge you towards that alcohol you're trying to stay away from, he'll do it all. He'll get you so fucked up your entire body is buzzing and you're stumbling and you can barely even move and that's when he pounces on you, doing whatever he wants, looking at whatever he wants, touching wherever he wants, and you might not even remember it afterwards and you'll only find out when he shoves his phone full of pictures in your face to mock you

You can't stay closeted/hiding an interest for men around this creep because he'd be secretly feeding you like ecstacy or something that loosens your lips and has you blabbing all your secrets and feelings to him in a horny fucked up haze. The blackmail potential with this dude is IMMENSE. He'd get you fucked up and delirious and film a cell phone shot of you taking his dick and threaten to show it to everyone he wants to unless you do whatever he says (and he's already showing it to people behind your back anyways, but, it's to be gross and coo over how cute and sexy you look taking his loads, stuff like that)

Valentino would take that passion and talent for music that you have and do something gross with it. Oh you're an actor, huh? Good, good, so your reaction will be experienced and authentic when he asks you to bring him a coffee on set and suddenly you're being literally dog-piled on by like 5 ripped hung hellhounds while cameras are rolling :) he thinks he might have an interest in your body, oh, suddenly there's a mandatory employee calendar photoshoot where you he to wear a thong or something skimpy and he can see everything but your genitals (and can tell whatever the situation down there is if you were trying to hide it. Fat ass? Exposed. Secretly a grower/hung? Exposed.)

At the end of the day you're his bottom bitch no matter how big or tough or maybe not even gay you are, because he even has lesbians cuddle up to him for Hot Girl Clout and that shit was on his Instagram. Everything's about him having pretty trophies and nice things and pampering himself while treating others like shit. Yeah, you'll be his little caged pet he obsesses over, but you'll be a very decorated, very well-fed, very financially spoiled little caged pet. If you're gonna get regularly railed by some nasty huge egotistical demon, it might as well come with some sweet perks like a deep bank account and all the luxuries his self-absorbed ass can afford, right?

#yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere stuff #valentino x reader #sinprompts

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