#i mean i'll always love the wicked musical

[buckgasms]

Bunny and Clyde reader who ties bucky to the bed after he did soemthing she didn't like and decides to edge him for however long she can... lets just say when he finally gets out he will be using her to cum which means there's no reason for her to cum as she'll just be his toy. I'm fact, maybe there's no reason for her to cum ever again...

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So let's get started with this beauty....

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I love the idea that Bucky wakes up with his Bunny sitting on his lap, his hands tied to the bed and you have the most wicked grin on your face.

And he's sooooo annoyed because somehow you have managed to do quite a good job at tying him up and he can't get to you. Can't grab you and show you whose boss. And you know it.

And he's so fucking hard about it too.

And you know it.

"What's going on Bunny?" He growls, trying to keep his voice calm, he's still in control...surely?

You pout and rake your nails gently down his chest, wiggling your heat against his cock as you do.

"You made bunny sad..." He lets out a sound somewhere between a huff and a gasp as your nails sink in a little harder. "You made fun of me in front of the other girls at the club and I don't like that..." You rolled your hips to emphasise your point making him groan again.

"Bunny...I...I'm sorry. Just untie me baby and I can make it up to you..."

You giggle and climb off him shaking your head. "Umm no, I want to feel better Bucky, I want you to feel how I felt. I think that's fair..."

When Bucky would cast his mind back to the moment in question, he thinks he may have made some lame joke about your taste in music that made two girls slightly chuckle. But that was life with his crazy bunny....

His crazy bunny who was busy plugging in a vibrator and has a very wicked look on her face.

"Now Bucky, when I'm naughty you tell me I can't come, even when I really, really want to. So guess what?"

You wiggle the vibrator and turn it on, it's humming filling the room as you climb back onto the bed.

"Bunny I swear to god...."

But he's words die in his throat as you gently press the buzzing device to his cock. He does his best to wriggle away but you know his moves and settle yourself on his leg.

"That feel good Bucky?"

You smile at him, his face a picture of anger and frustration. You know when he gets out you are in for it, but you figure you may as well enjoy yourself beforehand.

You lean down and press some kisses to his leaking tip, licking and sucking gently as the device presses into his balls.

"Fuck Bunny..." He lets out a delicious groan as his hips thrust forward into nothing. You suck a little harder, letting his tip hit the back of your throat before pulling away and letting the device take over.

"You gonna come Bucky? You sure look like you might..."

He growls and shakes, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His breath catches in his throat so you pull the vibrator off and giggle. "Uh uh! Not yet..."

He curses and tries to grab at you, but the binds are too tight. He exhales deeply and you feel his body relax a little. Well most of it.

"Look at your cock... It's so perfect" you muse as you run a finger over it, spreading his precum and making him cry out.

"Ooh too sensitive?? Poor Bucky, you need to try a lot harder if you want to make it up to me..."

He pants and tries to make his features more pleasant as he looks at you. "Told you bunny... Untie me... I'll make it up to you..."

You cackle and crawl over him, pressing a kiss to his face before pulling back.

"Nope"

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Not to waste an opportunity you spend a little time grinding on him, letting yourself come as you ride his thigh and his stomach. You make a real mess of him, pressing kisses to his face as you deny him any pleasure.

His cock is throbbing and red but you are as good as your word and have refused to give him any release. You've teased, sucked, licked and vibed him to the edge many times, but nothing.

He must be delirious by now, you think as you consider finally letting him loose. Maybe too tired to punish you, and by the morning he will have forgotten all about it....?

What you didn't realise was that despite your hard work Bucky had been secretly working at releasing himself from your trap. Every moment of fury, focused on his escape.

To be honest he was actually very proud and he was as hot for you as he was cross. He should know better than to tease you, because you were his crazy Bun Bun.

But you had had your fun. It was his turn now.

You were standing in the middle of the room staring at the vibrator in your hand, deciding what to do next when you felt a strong pair of arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as Bucky squeezed you tight and practically lifted you off the floor. "Buckyyy no!! Was gonna untie you just now!!" You wailed out as he threw you on the bed and squashed your body with his.

"Too late pretty girl, it's payback time..."

With a swift move he tied your hands together behind your back and pushed your face into the mattress, ass up in the air. Your feet kicked uselessly as he used the other rope to tie your ankles together.

"Now that's more like it. Just how a bunny should be." He said and you can imagine the smirk on his face as he admires his handiwork. You whine his name again but he just lands some broad spanks to your ass cheeks making your squeal.

You feel your face flush as his fingers spread your pussy lips apart and you feel his spit land on your soaked holes. His fingers delve in and out of you taking his time, prolonging the torture.

"Now bunny...I'm not cruel like you. You can come as much as you need. I don't mind one bit. In fact if you keep coming all night long that's fine with me. But I'm gonna keep using these holes until I'm satisfied... Ok? Don't care if you come so much you cry, dont care if you get all sore and puffy.... You made me wait, over and over and over. So I'm gonna keep going until I feel better. Got that?"

He took your moan as agreement before sinking into the hilt, a satisfied groan escaping from his lips. The room was filled with the slapping of skin at a steady pace, his filthy talk and your moans.

His hands gripped the cord around your wrists for purchase as he bounced you harder and faster chasing his long delayed release until his hips stuttered and he groaned, leaning down on your body for support as he emptied himself inside you.

He took a moment to recover before pulling out. Rolling you over and taking the sight of you in. Giddy smile on a tear stained face as you rolled a little more to look at him.

He sits himself down and pulls you into his lap and pushes his cock into you, enjoying your face of delight and the sound of his fat cock filling your already full hole. He gives you both a moment before bouncing you up and down as you can do nothing but take it, a glassy look drifting across your face.

"atta girl..."

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It was early morning by the time he finally relented.

He'd fucked you every way he could think of, making up for all the orgasms you stole from him and then some. You had gone beyond the path of pleasure into another realm. Everytime you thought you couldn't come again, he dragged another from you. You were lucky you lived in his private mansion because you were sure the neighbours would have raised hell by now.

Now you were sitting in the bath, still trapped on his cock as he gently cleaned you all over, pressing kisses to your soft skin and whispering praises and filth in your ear.

"You like this don't you bunny? You like when we get a little feisty hmm? Like riling me up huh?"

You hiccup out a giggle when he drags a finger over your sensitive folds, reminding you he's still very much seated inside you with a gentle roll of his hips.

"Buckkyy I love it but please... I can't come again...please..."

He presses soothing kisses to your cheek and lays back pulling you with him, making his cock sink deeper somehow.

"Told ya bunny, I don't care... Your gonna come, just come baby, don't care how much it hurts, I want, what I want..."

He swipes and flicks at your puffy clit and gently thrusts upwards making the water slosh around you. You emit a long high pitched moan as your peak slowly but forcefully knocks the wind from your lungs.

He presses soft kisses to your face and shoulders, gently stroking your worn out limbs as you shudder to a halt, utterly exhausted.

"Good girl, that was a really good one Bunny..."

Eventually he is drying you off and bringing you back to bed, which he seems to have remade in your absence.

Your tired body slides into the middle of the bed and you sink into the pillows, limbs heavy and achey but you still feel on cloud nine. Strong arms wrap around you again, this time a lot less tight than the time before.

"Oh Bunny, such a silly girl hmm?"

You laugh softly, your voice feeling a little croaky as he presses kisses to your neck, making your tingle all over.

"Msorry Bucky. I just don't like it when you tease me in front of people..."

He chuckles as you yawn, hugging you closer and slotting his body closer behind yours. "I should know better shouldn't I baby girl?"

You yawn again and nod, letting your eyes flutter closed as his hands smooth over your body, gliding over your thighs, holding you tight.

You are just about to doze off when you feel his hands lift your thigh upwards and he presses his cock back into your pussy. You gasp and grip onto the pillow as his deep groan mixes with a chuckle.

"Bunny you need to pay attention more...I don't feel better just yet. Maybe one more and I'll feel better then..."

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[milehighmegs]

Good Omens Playlists

So I've seen some pretty wonderful Good Omens playlists on Pinterest, most of which are based on music in the show (especially Queen, natch), songs that say how Zira & Crowley feel about one another or describe them as characters.

In the wake (double meaning totally intended) of S2, I wondered: how do they feel about each other NOW? We've all been there. The sad love songs, the sleeping all day, entire pints of ice cream while watching romcoms... but mostly the recounting of how it all could've gone so wrong, what we wished we'd said & done, and what we wish we could say now.

Since Zira & Crowley definitely have communication issues (Nina & Maggie were SPOT ON in their convo with Crowley), I imagine they would have an easier time telling each other their feelings through other means. I'll admit, there's a bias here: this is what I would do, so of course I project onto these characters. But isn't that the beauty of fan art? We put ourselves into the work/live vicariously through them because we have such a damned hard time saying want we want & need and how we feel in plain language? Mostly because such complex feelings are REALLY REALLY hard to explain to ourselves, let alone to another person. But art- writing, music, imagery- can say what we struggle to put into more direct words. Music is an enormous part of who I am, so I often find that the songs of others say perfectly what I feel I never could.

On that note (pun only slightly intended), I've created 3 playlists: one for Crowley, one for Zira, and one for the both of them. The individual playlists are meant to reflect the 5 stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. There are elements of other stages within the songs meant to correspond to a particular stage, even coming full circle (it seems like acceptance, but there's a hint of denial in there, etc.). The joint playlist is of songs I imagine would make the memories of each other start to creep in (or totally gobsmack them in the feels) when they hear them, or things they wished they'd said/want to say to each other.

So without further ado, here are the playlists:

Crowley's Heartbroken Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6LyYnip9XuZqcRIEsiDSwz

Zira's Heartbroken Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3YUi13sTfPSR99R1dB2XVY

AziraCrow's Heartbroken Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/48NpfV42Y8LTVSFsui8zl2

For those of you who don't have Spotify, here's what's on the playlists:

Crowley 'Never Tear Us Apart' - INXS 'Bad Romance' - Lady Gaga 'Love Don't Live Here Anymore' - Madonna 'Cosmic Love' - Florence + the Machine 'As It Was' - Hozier 'I Found' - Amber Run 'Wicked Game' - Chris Isaac 'Dancing On My Own' - Calum Scott 'Halo' - Depeche Mode 'Falling' - The Civil Wars

Zira 'i love you' - Billie Eilish 'And I Am Telling You' - Jennifer Hudson 'You'll See' - Madonna 'Somebody That I Used To Know' - Gotye 'Someone Like You' - Adele 'Boys Don't Cry' - The Cure 'Un-break My Heart' - Toni Braxton 'For No One' - The Beatles 'Comfort' - Julia Jacklin 'I Will Always Love You' - Whitney Houston

AziraCrow 'I Have Nothing' - Whitney Houston 'Nothing Compares 2 U' - Sinead O'Connor 'Torn' - Natalie Imbruglia 'Hopelessly Devoted to You' - Olivia Newton John 'In A Lonely Place' - Bush, the Tricky Remix 'With Or Without You' - U2 'Don't Let Go (Love)' - En Vogue

'Don't Speak' - No Doubt 'Here With Me' - Dido

A note on the playlists: I know that Zira wouldn't listen to most of this if any, and Crowley would outwardly cringe just thinking about some of these. The point wasn't to choose songs that they'd go out of their way to hear, it was to capture the feelings they'd be going through. Crowley's songs are a bit darker: more minor keys, moodier atmosphere, etc., while Zira's are more sad but lighter & gentler (except maybe 'And I Am Telling You'; that's a straight-up "aww HELL NO YOU AIN'T GONNA FUCK THIS UP THIS IS HAPPENING YOU KNOW WE BELONG TOGETHER"... well, the song says it pretty well).

I 'd love to hear any thoughts about this, agree or disagree, love or loathe, hate that you love it... What would you put into a ZiraCrow playlist?

Hope you enjoy it!

[cuddleyhoney]

pt2 of john wick x fem reader age gap request

nsfw

pt1

John's presence at home served as a stark reminder of the growing gap between you two. As he engaged with your music and discussed pop culture references, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the generational difference. Despite these sentiments, he kept his feelings concealed, allowing a palpable tension to fester between the two of you.

That night you lay in bed excited to be next to your sweet boyfriend, he was everything you dreamt of but something was wrong...John was quiet, much more than usual. John came and crawled into the bed with a sigh, he looked at you with his soft eyes and gave you a smile. After placing a tender kiss on your lips, he softly uttered, "Goodnight". However, you didn't want the night to end just yet.

You leaned in closer, your palms gently cradling the sides of his face, a sense of determination in your eyes. John stared at you, his own eyes reflecting a mix of anxiety and anticipation, uncertain of whether this moment would be one of intense desire or perhaps a moment of apprehension and vulnerability. You spoke caringly "Whats wrong?"

As embarrassment continued to linger in his eyes, John finally opened up to you. He admitted that he felt like he might be too old for you, and the playful jokes made by you and your friends stung, making him feel like he was just a little old man, after all. You then proclaimed "Oh, John, I'm so sorry if our jokes hurt you. They were never meant to make you feel that way. I love you for who you are, not your age. And I truly believe our connection goes beyond any of that. We can always talk to our friends about toning down the jokes, and I'll make sure you never feel out of place. You mean the world to me."

Planting soft kisses on his chest and stroking his arm, he knew exactly what you were trying to do...He pulled you closer letting his hands roam over your back slowly removing your cotton pajama top and exposing your bare chest. He smiled seeing your beautiful body, feeling privileged he was the only man who could see you in a vulnerable position like this.

He slightly knelt towards you with his hand in your hair feeling your long locks and kissing you from your neck to your chest. It was euphoric. His other hand roamed places whilst you tried to get him out of his pajama bottom, you felt safe in his cozy warm environment that secluded you from the rest of the anxiety-fueling world.

Eventually, he was on top of you teasing you and placing kisses all around your lower torso, he began to remove your bottom and then got to your adorable underwear. His hands roamed to your arms, chest, and legs giving you a fantasy-like experience. His warm hazelnut eyes couldn't stay off of you as he began to lower himself in between your legs, he moved your legs apart agonizingly slow and began to tease you having his tongue lace over your sweet cunt.

Feeling his warm breath on your lower body made you shiver, grasping the sheets lightly. John whispering sweet nothings while eating you out was the last thing you thought this small confrontation would lead to. He was consumed by his passion, a fervid lover.

Gazing at the ceiling, you had a moment of realization, feeling fortunate to have shared this experience with him. In that moment, you couldn't care less about the opinions of others regarding your relationship. Your love for him was genuine and unwavering.

Johns's tongue was lapping over the folds of your perfect cunt giving you an exhilarating feeling, leaving you only to let out small whispers of his name and grasping onto the pillows around you. It was truly a sight to see.

Eventually, the feelings came to an end after John made you orgasm which made you feel like you died in a good way you know?

The night wasn't over yet, John stared at your beautiful doll-like body with sweat glistening over you like glitter. He smirked and said in a cheesy way "Do you want a ride?" ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

You nodded enthusiastically and replied, "Absolutely!" This prompted you to playfully push John onto the plush pillows that surrounded him. Teasingly you grabbed his cute cock giving it a few strokes while giving John very intense eye contact. He relaxed into your calming yet seductive aura, something he rarely got to do due to work.

Stroking him got a little boring, so you wanted to speed things up! You got on top of him easing your way onto his warm cock. Your tiny cunt loved the feeling of him stretching you, he moved his hands onto your hips slowly. After a few seconds of relaxing onto his length, you began to move your hips slowly. John loved the breathtaking view, he loved the comfort you gifted him. Especially since he was an older guy and all he was thankful to have you in his presence. Soon enough John began to move his hips against yours having small squeals leave from his mouth. The moment was perfect. He aimed his eyes downwards looking at the view of you going up and down on him. He then took control of you moving you closer to his chest and began to move quickly hearing your soft gasps and moans.

He moved skillfully to get on top of you once more, but this time he wanted to finish. Tediously he laid you on your back and inserted himself into you again, this time he had much more control. He thrust his hips into you, making you close your eyes and holding your hands close to your chest feeling your heartbeat. His warm hands moved your legs a little so he could reach different angles of you, his other hand moving towards your clit stimulating it perfectly. He just wanted a good experience for you

With John moving his hips just a little faster to help finish the both of you off you came once more but on his cock releasing so much of your ___ onto him. Eventually, he came too, he felt self-assured. Afterwards he laid on his back grabbing your hand giving it small kisses.

He prepared a soothing bath for both of you, demonstrating his care by assisting you with facial moisturizer and lotion application. Later, he cuddled with you in bed, and you both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

xoxox the end

pls let me know if anyone likes this lol

[meet-me-backstage]

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🦇 4K words.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🦇 blood, horror themes, violence, death, mention of suicidal thoughts and mention of suicide, domestic (verbal) abuse and a near death experience.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

🦇 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

"Superstar!" Mason calls out for you, he'd arrived home from one of his friend's homes that had instruments in their garage - some musicians who were dropouts from Hawkins High. You are yet to meet them, but he raved about them like they were an answered prayer of his. "I'm in the band - like, officially," his voice excited but in a whisper, not wanting your mom or dad to hear because they had no idea that he’d been searching musicians to form a band in the first place - it had been a secret between the two of you.

You are stood in the front yard secretly practicing basketball and upon hearing Mason's voice you turn around, the replacement ball that Mason had got you in your hands - you feel happy for him, but then you remember him mentioning an opportunity to record with the band somewhere far away from Hawkins. "Wicked - so, that means - you're leaving Hawkins, right?" You pout.

"I have to go before this shithole ruins me - it's a once in a lifetime opportunity," he whispers, coming closer - he could see, beneath the happiness you feel, that you’re sad... sad that he'd no longer be around to play basketball with you, to listen and dance to music with you, to cheer you on through everything, "I'll still be here with you - in the form of... I don't know," he looks down, his mousy hair falling in front of his face. His blue eyes land on the ball and they light up, "My cassettes! Keep that Black Sabbath one you love so much - and I'll send letters, I promise."

You hold your own hands, fiddling with your fingers, "When - are you gonna go?" You nervously look up at him.

He bites his lips together, clearly feeling guilty because he knows that you don’t have anyone else who accepts you for who you are... not even your mom or sister. "Tonight," he sighs, "I'll be sneaking out once everyone is in bed... I'll write a note for mom, dad - Becky... and we're all planning to meet at Andy’s van, he’s the bassist - he's gonna drive us to this record company... which is - it's a long drive away," he tries to contain his excitement, but it shows in his voice.

"But - high school," you frown, "You're going before I even start," you huff, knowing that it's going to be miserable without him and that Rebecca would be looking out for you instead... which you know is going to be miserable because she has been embarrassed to have you as a sister ever since she started high school, even going to the extent of telling you to stay your room on the occasion that she'd bring friends from Hawkins High home for a slumber party or movie night...

You know that she can’t just shut you away at high school… she’d desperately try to change you or completely ignore you.

Without Mason you have nobody apart from Chrissy... who is a good friend, but she’d been raving about hanging out with the likes of Rebecca and the rest of the cheer team at Hawkins High for months.

"I'll miss you," You mumble, not liking to admit it, which makes him chuckle and he ruffles your hair with his right hand.

"I'll miss you too, superstar - that's why I'm telling you all this... rather than in the note I'm leaving them," he gestures towards your home, "They'd never let me go... skip senior year if they knew it was for drumming," he makes a look of sarcastic horror on his face, which makes you giggle with him after, "It might take a while - to be settled somewhere else, but once I am hopefully you will have graduated and you can join me."

"You don't have to ask me twice,” You groan softly, still dreading the thought of starting high school without him being there, "That's if I'm not killed by Becky for raining on her high school parade."

Mason forces a grin, frustration clear on his features by the way that the lines between his brows show, "I'm sorry I'm not going to be there to - defend you," he sighs, "You gotta promise me that you'll stay strong, don't change yourself for anyone - not even mom or Becky… because there's gonna be someone else out there, like me, who's gonna love you for who you are," he places his hand under your chin, looking down at you with fond eyes, "Who's gonna want to be friends with you no matter what, who - I dunno, loves Black Sabbath as much as we do and will jump on the bed with you to all their records, okay?"

You stare up at him solemnly, but hopeful that you can find a friend like that - Eddie is the first that pops into your head when Mason mentions Black Sabbath.

You stir in discomfort during your sleep, your eyelids fluttering.

Your brother has disappeared now, vanished into thin air.

You notice that it has turned unusually dark suddenly with ominous-looking grey clouds towering above you, rain is falling on your head and behind you your mom is yelling, "Where is she?!" Followed by Rebecca yelling back, "I don't know, mom - I'm going out to look!"

Rebecca has a yellow jacket on over some denim overalls and is grasping a torch as she runs out of the house while your mom stood at the doorframe, "Don't even think about coming back until you find her - I mean it, Rebecca," your mom scowls as Rebecca starts to wipe at her face, her make-up smudging her eyes, making them look bruised.

You pout, feeling bad for your sister, what you’d put her through by searching for Billy and Heather instead of coming straight home.

Rebecca walks straight past you, completely ignoring you stood right outside your shared home and you watch her, worried... confused, "Becky?!" You call, but she continues to walk, "Rebecca, I'm right here!" You shout now, which she seems to hear this time because she starts to slow down until her walking comes to a complete halt... her movement is unusually slouchy, which is very unlike her. You squint your eyes, watching her, she is as still as a statue, "Rebecca?"

She turns slowly, her skin now pale, almost purple under the dull night sky - she looks... zombified. Like Billy had looked in the sauna... and like how pale you had been when you witnessed the sauna test that your newfound middle schooler friends had tried on Billy, you froze on the spot not knowing what to do because it was a situation you never expected to be in. All you could do was scream 'you're hurting him!' repeatedly until you collapsed into a sobbing mess as El forcefully lifted Billy into the air and chucked him through the window of the community pool with her powers.

In this moment you can only tremble... you don’t know what to do without Eleven, she'd protected all of you, though at first you didn’t quite understand, not until you saw that thing at the hospital - a fleshy monster made up of residents from Hawkins. Your eyes widen at the realisation as Rebecca sinisterly storms towards is you, not blinking, her skin is patterned with protruding purple veins, "R-Rebecca?" You manage to gather the strength to speak, but she doesn’t respond, "I'm - sor-."

She grabs your neck with both her hands, squeezing, which makes you gasp out an involuntary scream - her head tilts as she watches you suffer.

"Y-you - don't - havetodothis!" You gurgle, tightly grasping onto her wrists with your hands, trying to break yourself free.

Rebecca's eyes are glossy, but she is dead behind them, "Yes I do - ever since you were born you've been nothing but a misbehaving little brat... now you're going to pay - you're going to stay still and let him take you," Him? You shake your head desperately and she smiles eerily in response, "It's not going to hurt one bit - and then you'll be gone at last."

"No!" You scream violently in your sleep, only to be shaken awake by Max.

It had all been a sick, twisted, messed up dream.

You stare up at Max, confused when you see the red bruise under her eye, that’s when it all comes back to you. Billy had knocked you both out, hit you so hard you’d had such a realistic concussion dream. "Wake up," Max whispers, shaking you until you nod your head and then she moves onto Mike, who is still knocked out.

You are at the back area of Starcourt after trying to trick the Mind Flayer into thinking that Eleven was being driven away by Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin and Lucas when she was actually still at the mall - you’d messed up... you admit that you’re still pretty new to this, but the three of you were so desperate to help Eleven that you hadn’t been discreet enough.

You and Max had tried to keep Billy away... convinced that you could somehow knock whatever it was out of him as he strode towards you, but you were very wrong... clearly.

You hear fireworks continuously going off, making you flinch and turn away from the sound, noticing that Eleven is not with you, "Max - she's gone, El's gone - and Billy!" You frantically stand yourself up, your legs wobble for a few moments before you let your care towards these kids that had come into your life on a horrific whim sink into you and send you running towards the loud bangs in the main area of the mall.

Terror sinks into your stomach, it gets worse with every step you get closer until you see it again, the massive fleshy monster in the middle of the mall, the monster that had tried to kill you while you sneaked from counter to counter of clothes in The Gap earlier... it was not what you expected when you told Dana after your shift there that you’d be back soon - not under these… circumstances. Neon sparks are flying off of this thing as it roars and you halt your running abruptly, your converse making a squeaking sound.

Max and Mike are on either side of you, you laugh breathlessly as the monster seems to be in pain.

You thought that you were winning against the wicked-looking evil before you...

Until, in your lower peripheral vision you can see movement… your face completely falls at the sight of Billy standing up in front of Eleven, examining the monster in a frozen state of confusion. His skin is no longer purple, sweat no longer dripping from his features and no veins can be seen. What had been left from the Mind Flayer on Billy are dark scars on his back.

The past few days seem to flash before your eyes, you’d gotten yourself so wrapped up in this new secret side of Hawkins that had been under your nose, wound yourself up in this group of people that you’d never even spoken to before at school and now was sharing traumatic life or death situations with them - you’d even held one of Nancy Wheeler's guns to try and protect the kids from the same monster at Hopper’s cabin - and Steve 'the hair' Harrington was involved in all of this?!

You’d never even had the chance to acknowledge your response to Billy's last note to you, let alone talk to him about it... and now it’s too late...

A broken sob leaves your trembling lips as one of the tentacles that had tried to kill you before shot towards Eleven, making her scream... but it doesn’t get anywhere near her because it is stopped in it's tracks by Billy, who steps forward, protecting Eleven by catching the mouth of this tentacle in his hands.

Your eyes are wide and you let out a scream. You can’t let this happen to Billy… You’d gathered that there had also been so many words left unsaid between him and Max after finding out about everything he'd gone through when you witnessed Eleven enter his childhood trauma and memories with her mind... you want to help him, need to help, "No!" You yell.

I'm crazy for doing this, even thinking it.

In a flash, you’re sprinting towards Billy and the monster. You whisper profanities under your breath and ignore Max and Mike's yelling for you to turn away... you knew that you needed to take matters into your own hands to save Billy now that you’d run out of fireworks and the monster's attention is solely on him - and besides…

it's too late to turn back now.

You try desperately to ignore the monster snarling next to you because you know that if you looked, you’d be running away from it. You just focus on the strain on Billy's face, it breaks your heart as you remember all the specific moments you’d spent together where he'd smiled at you with that smug grin, cheered for you, danced with you... even if the last time had been to piss off your sister, it felt real to you and you hoped that if you’d just had a heart to heart, that it would change everything between the two of you - that you’d understand one another.

"B-Billy," you sob while grabbing onto his arm, which is being engulfed by the fleshy monster. You then bring a hand to his cheek, "Billy - I forgive you," you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone and desperately try to pull his arms away, but you can’t... as you continue to try to save him another tentacle flings out of this monster and punctures Billy's stomach, which makes him gutturally groan.

"L-little m-iss - keg - qu- qu- you n-eed to - st-ay - aw-ay," he manages to utter those words between more groans as the monster continues to impale him with more tentacles, but you can’t move... he is trying to protect you, though nothing but anger towards this monster floods through you as it grasps Billy's life in it's tentacles... ripping him away again.

You growl, your teeth grinding together as you reach for one of the tentacles. You grab it tightly, trying to ignore the grossness of its slimy and muscly texture... you grip onto it as hard as you can and scream as you try to rip it completely away from Billy's hip but it is gripping onto him so hard that you only manage to rip a piece of the monster’s flesh away...

It makes the monster scream in anger while you scream in pain as the flesh you ripped away from the monster grips onto your skin, trying to burrow into it like a tick. It is so strong that it rips into my wrist and wriggles into you while you try with your other hand to get it off, but you can’t. After that you see it burrowing underneath your skin, wriggling inside your arm and crawling up it and hiding somewhere inside you... never to be found again, you wail in horror.

You’d fallen on the floor during your fight with this piece of the Mind Flayer, your wrist uncontrollably bleeds, creating a small puddle of blood on the floor around your hand.

Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as the Mind Flayer sends one last tentacle straight into Billy's heart. Everyone's screams can be heard, making you tear your eyes away from your bleeding wrist and the pain coming from your wound... I tried, but failed... it’s not like I have much to live for once this is over, I wish it had been me... you continue to sob uncontrollably as Billy is lifted by these tentacles and, like the monster had heard your thoughts, it faces you and you don’t even try to move away, you just stare as it towers over me, it's mouth open wide, baring it’s many layers of teeth.

You are ready for it to snap at you, for it to send a tentacle to end you, but before it could even just roar once more, the monster suddenly loses it’s footing and collapses to the ground... it almost tramples you but you shuffle away on my bum quick enough to not be suffocated to death.

It had completely sabotaged the mall and had even set it alight...

You are frozen and alone as the others hug.

You hear Billy gurgling to your side and quickly snap back to your senses by crawling towards him, broken sobs leaving your lips. He has blood splattered all over his mouth and his chest, "B-illy," You croak out as Max runs to join you by Billy’s side, "You're going to get through this, I believe in you, Billy - please!" You quote one of the notes he'd given you and place your hand on his chest, not caring that his blood is spilling onto your hand and yours is spilling on him.

Max stands over her brother and starts to shake him, "Billy - Billy, get up, please," Max pleads continuously, tears streaming down her face.

Billy continues to cough and he looks at you, his mouth tweaking upwards in pain, reminding you again of all the smiles he'd given you at the parties, in school. You hoped you’d see more of them, receive more notes from him.

You remembered your favorite night with Billy - at Tina's party, you were both drunk and he complimented your hair, then you complimented his and somehow got yourselves into a drunken 'who can flip their hair better' competition.

"Mine's swoosh-ier than yours," you bobbed your head to the sound of the music and rolled your head in circles, which made your hair sway chaotically around, hitting Billy's face, which caused him blow raspberries to try and get your hair out of his mouth.

He wiped his mouth and laughed, shaking his head at you with that priceless grin that made you hopelessly think about him all day everyday, "Not bad, little miss - it moves - nnicely and all, but I think mine adds a little m-more volume into - the mix," he slurred and brought his hand up to fiddle with his hair, he then moved his head from side to side with the biggest smile on his face.

You blushed, taking advantage of just being able to watch him having fun, "Mhm 'not bad', Hargrove," you giggled.

He cradled his forehead once he'd come to a stop, his hair was all over his face, "You know what - you win. I do not have the stomach for a second round of that," he laughed, moving his brows suggestively, which made you blush even more - and like he read your mind, he leant forward and kissed your cheek, his breath fanned your face, "'M gonna get us another drink."

You were giddy inside because he seemed so happy, like he had not a care in world - with that tweaked up smile permanently etched onto his face had…

Your mouth tweaks upwards at the memory, but it fades quickly as the dream of spending more time together outside of those stupid parties gradually fades.

Billy’s glossy eyes slowly drag away from you and he looks at Max, who is hovering over him completely now, "I'm sorry," his final words.

He stops gurgling and his body goes limp as he inhales, taking his last breath, "Billy, wake up - Billy, get up - please," Max pleads before realisation spreads across her features... he is dead.

Gone. No - I can't believe it.

You stare down at him in disbelief, "N-no," you shake your head hysterically and start to pump his chest in desperate hopes that he'd take another breath and that life would reach his eyes again.

Max watches you, also in hysteria, watching your hands move up and down on his chest... hoping, only for defeat to take over again and she breaks down, sobbing louder, "Stop! It's - no use - y-you’re only - hurting yourself."

You keep shaking your head, your tears spilling over Billy's bloodstained vest, "There - has to be a way!" You cry and suddenly feel yourself being dragged away from Billy's body by Max. She collapses onto your lap and hugs you tightly... the girl that had cut you the least amount of slack since you’d joined the friend group. You bow your head and wrap your arms around her, sobbing in each other's arms.

You can’t let go of each other after that, you both limp out of the mall and you let her lean onto you until you are made to go your separate ways by a group of firefighters. You’re now stood alone, watching all of your friends reuniting with their families, searching for your mom or Rebecca, who are nowhere to be seen. Your eyes set themselves on Eleven, who is stood alone too, searching for Hopper.

You do your best to ignore the pain and blood flowing out of your wrist by holding your other hand over the cut.

You take one last look at the mall - the neon light of the Starcourt Mall sign, the orange smoke from the fire inside merging into the sky... it looks like a nightmare, but it is real. You take one shaky breath before collapsing onto the wet concrete.

You see yourself from a third person perspective. You are levitating and being held up like Billy had been by that monster.

You are face to face with it again, only you are in Billy's exact place - it's features even scarier than the real thing. It seems to be angry with you - it wants you, but before you can scream for help from Max, anybody - a tentacle of smoke flies towards you, holding your wrist and disappearing into the cut that had been made by the flesh of the Mind Flayer before. You scream in pain as you feel nothing but it coursing through your body, and then as if to shut you up, this Mind Flayer made up of smoke sends another tentacle to your mouth.

Your arms uncontrollably fight to get away, but you feel yourself being held down. "Control her - hold her down!"

You see a bright light directly above you, at first you think you are slipping into death… then you see blurred faces with blue rubber hats and masks in nurses uniforms, they shine a torch at your eyes which snap you back to your senses and makes you blink profusely.

“We’re not sure, Ms - but we can confirm that she attempted suicide in the mall.”

"Is - is she awake?!" You hear your mom's panicked voice. She appears in your eye line, standing over you like the doctor's are.

"Your daughter has lost a lot of blood but we've got the bleeding under control," One of the doctor's above you speaks. You can’t move - they must've sedated you, "Sit down."

"No - I will not sit down - you don't understand - I have a missing daughter out there!" Your mom scolds the doctors and points out of the window in the hospital room. Rebecca is missing? Your eyes widen and the doctor's notice because they finally turn the torch off and are writing something down on the clipboard at the foot of the bed you’re tucked into.

"You have to stay, Ms - your daughter here is regaining consciousness, we may need you to ease her when she's able to talk - we can call the authorities for you about your other daughter," the doctor explains and your mom looks less than content about being advised to stay - she purses her lips, wanting to argue, "I'll get someone to call."

The doctor leaves and you and your mom are left alone in the room. Your eyes are the only things that can move, you have slight control over your wounded wrist which twitches, making the machine beside your bed beep. The sudden sound attracts the attention of your mom, she notices that you’re looking at her and walks towards your bed - you expect her, for once, to be relieved that you’re with her, and alive.

"Do you see what you've done to me?! What you've done to this family?!" She scolds you, towering over the bed so that you can see nothing but her disappointed and distressed face, she looks dishevelled, her hair messy and damp, her eyes are surrounded by dark rings from not sleeping, "Becky went out looking for you days ago - since your shift at Starcourt and hasn't come back," she sobs angrily and you manage to open your mouth, making a strained noise, "She - went to that trailer park - to see if you were there and she hasn't called - neither has your father," she spits out each word so harshly and so quickly that you can hardly keep up, her tears falling onto your face, "My Becky," she sobs.

What if the dream I had earlier was true?

If it was, you already knew that Rebecca was most likely flayed, like Billy and Heather - Mr and Mrs Holloway and Mrs Driscoll. And what about dad? The thought of your dream being true, your eyes turn glossy and tears start to form in the corner of your eyes. Strained noises leave your mouth, they can’t just burst out because you don’t have the physical strength.

"It's all your fault," your mom sobs, pointing her finger at you, nothing but hatred in her eyes when she looks at you... she is right, it is. If you didn't already feel aching guilt before, you definitely feel it now, especially since there had been this underlying adrenaline you felt during this entire experience... after being locked in your bedroom for a month and being confined by your mom's strict rules.

It was terrible, it was scary, but you also felt free in a situation that led to so many people's deaths... including those close to you, those you love.

Your wrist starts to throb from from under your skin as you hear a gravelly, sinister voice in your head while yours flutter shut: 'They're dead and it's all your fault, little miss thief'.

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[acesofspadess]

Apples

summary: It only seemed right to show up to as many shows this year, even after your sad demise with a certain green eyed singer.

pairing: harry styles x model!reader

a/n I have no idea why this has just been sitting here but... here this is

GIF by harryshouse

San Siro June 2014

You were front and centre at the concert of the year and you had made some great friends around you. Of course Harry was being a goof and showing off his juggling skills with some apples. When he was done he chucked them into the crowd and unbeknownst to you and your closed eyes from how hard you were laughing- you were the apple's target. 

The hard fruit hit you right above your eye splitting your eyebrow open. When you felt the blood make its way down your face you and your new friends quickly moved to alert a security guard asking to keep it lowkey. You truly didnt want it getting back to the boys in the middle of the concert. Sadly the wound was too bad and out of the medical staffs control so you were sent to the ER. The friend you had met facetimed you so you could see the rest of the show and you were truly thankful for Diana.

Almost 9 years later on the dot you and Diana were in Germany to see Harry once again. You had both become well paid models but weren't very popularly known, which let you do trips without the worry of being noticed.

You of course were in Johnny's place right against the barricades. You had made a sign with the help of Diana. You didn't go into the concert expecting it to be seen, you just wanted to make a joke of what was then a sad experience but now you had a wicked scar to show off -not that it matched the story-. 

The beginning of Fine Line was getting ready to play and you were getting ready to put your sign down when the music stopped. “Sorry, sorry,” you heard Harrys voice through the speakers. “I just read your sign.” he laughed coming over to where you and Diana were. You hid your face in her shoulder and you heard him laugh. “Whats your guys names?” Diana went first and when Harry figured it out he started singing 1D’s Diana and you turned to her and she nearly passed out. “And whats yours love?” when you shouted your name it took him a few turns but he finally got it. “Y/N and Diana. Lovely names. Do you mind if i read your sign?” you sent him a thumbs up while Diana raised it higher.

 “Your sign says, ‘i have a scar because of you’.” you laughed as you saw his confused face. “What on earth does that mean?” you laughed again flipping your sign over so he could see the back with the story. It was Dianas idea incase he ended up seeing it. “Oh that's smart, okay it says, ‘i was at the San Siro concert and when you juggled apples you threw them into the crowd and I got hit by one. All good though, I've got a wicked scar’.” he face palmed as the whole room laughed. “I am- let me do this properly,” he spoke as he bent down onto his knees and clasped the mic between his now interlocked hands. “I am so sorry, will you please forgive me?” you swore you had died, Harry Styles. On his knees. For you??  “Always.” you yelled out and the fans around you cheered as Harry fist pumped the air while standing up. “She forgives me! Okay back to the show!” you watched during Fine line how he would continue to make eye contact with you and you couldn't help the smile that stayed on your face. When he went off stage you watched Diana take a call and saw her face form to pout. “What happened D?” you asked immediately after she hung up.

 “Auden isn't feeling well,” her 2 year old son who was with his dad at home came down with something. Diana was a great mom and would drop everything to take care of her son. “Ben told me I could stay  until the end but something isn't sitting right. Aud doesn't just randomly start feeling unwell. He's on his way from the hotel now so by the time I make it out of this place he'll be here.” you gave her a hug knowing how sad she must be. “I'll facetime you, this is me paying my debt.” you laughed as last time it was you leaving early. She said her goodbyes as she made her way around the edge of the barricade and you watched her for as long as you could.

After taking pictures with some fans who had recognised you and shared their love for your outfit, a security guard who was not from your section came up to you. “Your Y/N, correct?” when you confirmed she handed you a LOT card much like your own, except this one said backstage on it. “I'll be back when the show ends to come grab you. Don't worry, just wait for your section to clear out a bit.” she smiled at your confused face and when you nodded silently she walked away. 

During Sign of the Times you swayed back and forth with the girl next to you who was also alone. As it Was came on, you were lucky to find someone to recreate the Grammy performance with you. It seemed Harry caught you two as he laughed and pointed in your direction. When Kiwi came on you heard the famous ‘tell me what she did’ and you couldn't help but laugh when they timed it perfectly sending them a high five. You should have seen it coming when Harry came over to you and baptised your section. You were soaked as he made sure to splash both times and you couldn't help but laugh every time.

You were sad the show was over but knew that you would be heading backstage. You weren't positive as to why, but maybe someone recognized your work and invited you to the after party? You laughed silently knowing that probably wasnt true and sat and waited till the guard came back. She opened the barricade for you and you walked side by side. “Sorry i never got your name?” you spoke as you tried to make conversation. “Its Mara.” she smiled almost shyly. “Thats so pretty. Does it have a meaning?” she shook her head at you before laughing. “You remind me of him.” you cocked your head to the side.

“Of who?”

“Harry.”

Your eyes went wide at the name. “And what makes you say that?” you tried to cover up your shock. “Ill let you find out for yourself,” she said and you realised you were at a door. A door with a big fat ‘Harry Styles’ against it. She knocked and when the door opened you saw harry smiling. You turned to Mara to avoid eye contact with Harry and she definitely saw how you had froze as small smile played on her face.“Thank you so much for walking me here. I wasn't even paying attention. Can i follow you on something?” she seemed around your age or younger so the question was justified. She plugged her instagram handle in for you and you thanked her as you walked away. It was then you realised who you were still standing in front of partially soaked. “I really got you there didn't I.'' he said, and you werent sure if he was talking about the scar or the water. “The water! Not the scar, well yes the scar but the water- i'm going to stop talking now.” he said as he looked at you looking down at your shoes with a small smile.

“You can come in, if you want.” he said, opening the door wider to let you in. He pointed at the couch and you sat on it with him next to you. “I really am sorry.” he said the moment he sat down. He reached his hand but he froze as he realised what he was doing. You grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on your face. Normally you wouldn't do this, but it felt different considering he was the one who caused it. “I brought you back here to apologise and I don't think I can say sorry enough.” he whispered as thumbed the raised skin. You smiled softly, taking his hand lacing it with yours hesitantly. When he didn't move you spoke up. “I told you earlier and I meant it even 9 years ago when it happened, you didn't mean to do it, and there was no harm done.”

“I split your eyebrow open. What do you mean ‘no harm done’?”

You giggled at him looking down. “You do that a lot. Look down.” he clarified when he saw your confused expression. “Sorry, if i'm not in front of a camera or on a runway i'm pretty shy.” you disclosed. “That makes complete sense that you're a model, you're beautiful,” he whispered. “Oh, thank you.” you shyly whispered back. “Can I kiss you?” and as you said it your eyes went wide. “I said that out loud didn't I. Fuck! Ignore me,” you freaked out by lacing your hands and hiding your face. You felt the cushion dip very close to you and the brush of a thigh against yours. He took one of your hands and placed a kiss on every knuckle. “Look at me.”  

You looked up from your hand and met his eyes. You never thought you'd be this close to him to see how green his eyes really were. “Your eyes are very pretty.” you whispered out, “you yourself are very pretty.” you added on watching him blush and look down with a breathy laugh. He moved his hand from yours and around your cheek. He searched your eyes for any tell of fake sincerity, a sign to keep his guard up, not fall into a trap, and he never found it. He rested his forehead on yours with a deep breath. “What are you doing to me?” he cried out softly. 

“I don't know, but your doing it to me too.” you confirmed back, and who made the first move you'd never find out, but your lips were pressed into his and you melted. He must have felt you relax considerably as his free hand snaked around your back to hold you close to him. You moaned softly and he took that to slip his tongue next to yours. It wasn't a sloppy make out, far from it, it was longing and needy, as if being reconnected. The burn of no air in your lungs pulled both of you away Harry laid his head on your shoulder. “I want to get to know you. Want to be able to treat you and take you out on surprise dates. I know that my life is crazy and I'm sure yours is too, but I want to try.” he pulled his head back. “If i don't know anything I know that.”

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

I’m you do Quinn but would you do Santana? If not you can also use this idea for Quinn:

(they’re both popular Cheerios maybe co-captains)

R and Quinn/Santana are on a date at breadsticks and some jocks from school slide next to each one and start to flirt w them.

They both smirk at each other and flirt back to get free food, then after the guys pay for their very large meals they see the karaoke stage just finished being set up and they get out the booth and tell the guys they’re gonna put on a show😏

They sing take a hint from victorious and kiss at the end.

The next day they walk the halls hand in hand as usual surprised people didn’t know about their relationship in the first place, so they used this opportunity to confirm the rumours that are being whispered around the halls as they go to their lockers and they start making out in front of their lockers while everyone is just shocked then Mercedes and Kurt come over and tell them to stop playing tonsil tennis which San/Q put their finger up like ‘hold on a minute’ and finish by pulling away saying an ‘I love you’ to each other before turning to their friends saying ‘hi’ before turning and opening their lockers which are right next to each other ✨

I'll do San for this one cuz she suits the request a bit more than Quinn does.

Santana x Reader

Ah Breadstix. Lima's to-go date spot. It was the best and quite possibly the only place with the proper dating atmosphere. It's where you find yourself right now, actually. Across from the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Santana Lopez.

It started out as a fling. You and her would go out to sleep together and experiment as you do as teens. Then it became a friends with benefits situation. At least until Santana caught feelings, to your surprise. You had harbored feelings for her as well, but you were better at hiding it. You took what you could get for as long as you could. Apparently, it was for longer than you thought.

But here you are, feeding each other breadsticks when two of McKinley's beefy meatheads slide into your booth, trapping you in.

"Hey ladies."

"What's two pretty girlies like you doing at a place like this alone?"

Santana rolls her eyes while you facepalm. Resting your head on your hand, you look at the boys.

"We're not alone? We're here... Together." You point between you and Santana. This was always the double edge sword, being on a sapphic date. You could pretend to be just a couple of friends hanging out. But people also don't believe it when you're out together.

These guys just didn't have a clue.

"Nah. You're alone cuz you ain't got guys like us with ya." He flexes, almost knocking over your drink. "C'mon. We'll show you a good time."

When your gaze turns to Santana, a wicked grin is on her face. It takes a second, but you catch onto what she's thinking. It's time to play these boys. Suddenly, you're ordering steaks and salmon. Breadsticks and assorted sides pile onto the table and the boys are none the wiser as you keep flirting. When the bill arrives, both boys wince, but pay regardless. It was going to be worth it, right?

Now for the escape plan.

"Hey, how 'bout we sing something for you boys?" You mention. The Latina picks up the baton you passed.

"Yeah. Breadstix has a stage. And we're the best singers in school." You disagree, but you don't voice that. Santana gets in enough of a pissing match with Rachel and Mercedes as is.

The boys readily agree to be serenaded and let you slip out of the booth. After talking to the karaoke machine operator, you set up and the music begins.

Why am I always hit on

By the guys I never like?

I can always see 'em coming

From the left and from the right.

Everyone in the restaurant is rocking out along with the song. Even the jocks, not having a clue about the meaning of the song. It takes two thirds of the song for it to sink in and for them to realize that they weren't taking you two home.

At the end of the song, you're back on stage and belting out the last note. As soon as you stop, applause erupts from the other patrons and you and Santana share a kiss before racing out of the restaurant.

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The next day, whispers in the school hall can be heard echoing. It seems to travel alongside you and Santana as you make your way to your lockers, hands locked together and swinging between your bodies.

"Wait, are they a thing?"

"I mean... That's hot."

"You owe me $20."

The whispers start to get annoying so Santana pushes you into the lockers and latches into your lips, trapping you in bliss. The whispers stop as your schoolmates stare. It goes on for long enough that they start to feel awkward and walk away.

To you and Santana though? You were in your own world. The space between you two was non-existent. The Latina had a knee dangerously close to where you desperately wanted it. Your hands held her head in place as your tongues swept over each other. Her hands kept your hips still as she presses closer. Then, like a knife, a familiar voice cuts through.

"Oh God. Please stop playing tonsil tennis." Kurt gripes from behind Santana. "We don't need to see that here." Mercedes chimes in next to him.

"Lord knows we see it enough during Glee Club..."

Santana just raises a hand, her index finger pointed up to tell them to 'hold on a damn minute.' A sigh escapes from both of them as they wait, Kurt tapping his foot with impatience.

When you finally part, you feel teeth pull at your lower lip and you let out a soft whimper. She presses her forehead against yours as you collect yourselves. Finally you don't have to hide it anymore.

"I love you."

"Love you too..."

With a deep breath, you two finally separate and greet your friends as if you weren't just macking on each other right in front of them. Just another normal to get used to.

[marlikesunicorns]

here's my list of show tunes from several musicals that vaguely relate to shuake/persona 5 no one asked for

from Percy Jackson:

Good kid (Akiren)

I never try to do anything

I never mean to hurt anyone

I try, I try to be a good kid

A good kid

A good son

But no one ever will take my side

All I ever do is take the fall

I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid

Guess I'm good for nothing at all

(...)

And all I need is one last chance

To prove I'm good enough for someone

I'm good enough for someone

Good Kid reprise (Akechi to Akiren)

I did everything they ever asked, yeah I did

And for what?

You know this world will never be ours

As long as our parents rule over the stars

So I'll do anything

I don't care if I hurt anyone

It doesn't pay to be a good kid

A good kid, a good son

Son of Poseidon (Akira while facing yaldy)

Seems my good intentions

Always crash and burn

Everything I try to do will fail

Never once will I prevail

Going wrong at every turn

My Grand Plan (Makoto)

Always been a smart girl

Always made the grade

Always got the gold star

I've always been a smart girl

But "smart girl" only gets a girl so far

You win at every single game

You want a quest they tell you tough

If you don't go you'll never know

If you'll ever be good enough

from Dear Evan Hansen:

Requiem (Haru about Akechi)

Why should I play this game of pretend?

Remembering through a secondhand sorrow

(...)

Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep

No one lights a candle to remember

No, no one mourns at all

When they lay them down to sleep

So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right

Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white

After all you put me through

Don't say it wasn't true

That you were not the monster

That I knew

Waving Through a Window (Mishima)

I've learned to slam on the brake

Before I even turn the key

Before I make the mistake

Before I lead with the worst of me

Give them no reason to stare

No slipping up if you slip away

So I got nothing to share

No, I got nothing to say

from Wicked:

What is This Feeling? (Akechi about Akiren)

What is this feeling, so sudden and new?

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you

My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling

My face is flushing

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?

Yes

Loathing!

Unadulterated loathing

For your face, your voice, your clothing

(...)

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation

It's so pure, so strong

from Hamilton:

Wait for it (Akechi about Akiren)

Death doesn't discriminate

Between the sinners and the saints

It takes, and it takes, and it takes

And we keep living anyway

We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes

And if there's a reason I'm still alive

When everyone who loves me has died

I'm willing to wait for it

(...)

Hamilton Kurusu doesn't hesitate

He exhibits no restraint

He takes, and he takes, and he takes

And he keeps winning anyway

He changes the game

He plays and he raises the stakes

And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive

Then, goddammit, I'm willing to wait for it

from Heathers:

Dead Girl Walking (reprise) (Akiren about Akechi)

I wish your mom had been a little stronger

I wish she had stayed a little longer

I wish your dad were good

I wish grown ups understood

I wish we had met before

They convinced you life is war!

I wish you'd come with me

I am Damaged (Akechi to Akiren)

I am damaged, far too damaged

But you're not beyond repair

Stick around here

Make things better

Cause you beat me fair and square

(...)

I'll trade my life for yours

And when I disappear

Clean up the mess down here

bonus

from The Greatest Showman:

Rewrite the Stars (au of misguided Akiren trying to convince Akechi to take Maruki's deal)

Akiren:

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pulling you miles away

And out of reach from me

But you're here in my heart

So who can stop me if I decide

That you’re my destiny?

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'd be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours tonight

Akechi:

None can rewrite the stars

How can you say you’ll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

(I'm not the one you were meant to find)

It's not up to you, it’s not up to me

[jungle-angel]

Someone that I know is pregnant and it's giving me major baby fever so I was wondering if you could do the top gun characters reactions to feeling the baby kick for the first time please. I asked something like this before but like I said major baby fever 😂❤️

Oh my God babes, you and me both!!!!!!!! I dunno if it's one thing or another but the baby fever has hit like a bat outta hell and I don't think it's going away anytime soon. I mean, I started a crochet project a few days ago and all I could think of was, "this is gonna be such a cute blanket for a baby!!" (lol).

Rooster

Rooster would be super protective once he felt that baby kick for the first time

"Rooster, can you please get your hands off my bump? I've gotta go and make dinner"

"NO!!! I must protect with my LIFE!!"

He'd constantly be talking to the baby

And that deep voice of his had this weird thing where the baby would move the minute Rooster spoke

And it was then that Rooster often used it as a away to wake you up in the morning

But whenever Rooster felt it

He never failed to tell his son/daughter that he loves them and you to the moon and back

Hangman

Hangman is that dad who possibly takes the tiktoks to a whole new level

"Aw yeah!!!! My baby's havin my baby!!!!!"

He definitely makes some wicked funny ones, like the close ups of the baby kicking

But there was one he always loved (big shoutout to one of my favorite You Tubers for doing this when she was pregnant)

You and Hangman had snuck into the stairwell one afternoon while you guys were visiting some of his family in Florida

Coyote of course filmed it, but you sang "Hymn to the Sea" from Titanic and "Ariel's voice" from The Little Mermaid

Jake had one hand on your belly and the baby went CRAZY!!!!

"Jeez girl, you're really loving this aren't you" he laughed

Phoenix

"Ok this kid was probably a kickboxer in a past life"

She was definitely a little startled

Because honestly, SHE thought she'd be the one to have the kid

But Phoenix was proud

"Don't worry baby," she'd whisper. "The minute you bring a boyfriend or a girlfriend home, I'll take care of'em for you"

You laughed a little and rolled your eyes

Bob

Oh God, he hardly ever took his head off your belly

You guys were out in the barn one night

And the baby just wouldn't stop kicking

Bob told you to lay down in the haypile

You rolled your shirt up to just below your tits

Thank God Bob had warmed his hands by the woodstove

The minute his hands were on your bump, you felt the baby calm right down

But the look of pure love on Bob's face said it all

"You be good to your momma, you hear?" he said before placing a kiss on your bump

And whenever you needed his magic touch, Bob was always right there

Fanboy

Lord help this man......

He'd be speaking Spanish to the baby the whole time

"Mickey, I love you but you know the baby can't talk yet, right?"

"Oh c'mon, better to start them early"

There'd probably be little red marks from where his cheek had pressed against your skin

But each one of them showed that Mickey loved you both to the moon and back

Coyote

Coyote felt the first kicks shortly after coming back from a mission

He tried with all his might to convince you that when the baby got older he'd be playing for the Brazilian soccer team

"Javy the kid hasn't even been born yet!!!"

"Yeah but ya'll can't convince me otherwise"

You really didn't want to

Because you saw how incredibly happy it made him

Payback

You two were watching a movie one night

And his head was resting on your belly

You swore his snoring was what was making the baby kick so much

But he didn't realize it until he felt a tiny little foot pushing against his head

"Great, you woke him" you laughed

"I can't help it, it's like watching the movie, 'Alien'"

You laughed and smacked him on the back of the head for that one

Maverick

His big thing was music

He had an old cassette player and he'd put the headphones on your bump to see if the baby would react

Sure enough it did

He tried not to cry

And when you looked at the cassette that was playing, you saw why

U2's "Rattle and Hum" was Goose's favorite album

"I love you buddy," he whispered. "I know your Uncle Goose is watching out for you"

[yongislong]

little person.

genre: yuta x reader (but you can imagine anyone in his place of it brings you comfort) angst, sad, domestic, fluff, suggestive ish, sad hours boink, self indulgent

cw/note: mentions of reader wearing makeup but gn, angsty, talks of depression, anxiety, isolation, money issues, college, heavy topics, love can't cure mental illness at all, but it's nice to be comforted yknow? inspired by pull by christian leave and little person by matt maltese, please give them a listen, not proofread...

overwhelmed is an understatement.

with college payment deadlines, chapters due, essays, campus life and being a full time server, it's not surprising how yuta noticed your burn out so quickly.

he would always nag you for working so hard, especially when you downplayed yourself so much. you were clearly burning the wick at both ends yet constantly referred to yourself in reference to being lazy and lacking. he never understood why.

you were clearly working yourself to the bone. even mark noticed when he came over to paint his nails with yuta one night, you busting through the front door with a tired smile and a promise of seeing him next time when you're not so sleepy and smell like stale bread. always waving them off like nothings wrong, while limping to the shared bathroom inside your room on the other side of the hallway. eyes sunken and face pale. makeup smeared. alongside a throwaway comment about how awful a customer had been to you.

but you really didn't think anything was wrong. i mean, you're doing what you're supposed to do. people are going through much worse than you and working a lot harder. sometimes it didn't seem fair that you thought to put yourself first.

yuta made it his mission to make you feel better.

you woke up after him. patting the empty space next to you. opening your eyes and shutting them almost as fast as the light from the blinds ajar burned the edges of your pupils, causing you to wipe along your lash line.

oh my god.

thrashing awake with heavy breaths and shaky palms you slam your hands down on your nightstand in an effort to reach your phone.

12:47. OH MY GOD?!

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no, no, no, this is not happening, fuck..." you muttered, trying to gather your things and running to the bathroom to wash your face and grab your uniform for the night. rushing into the kitchen you see yuta, shirtless, back facing you as he seems busy with a pan in hand. swaying to the music playing from his earbuds. sweatpants low on his hips, tattoo on full display. pink gem belly ring sparkling.

"why didn't you wake me up babe?!? yuta!!!!! uhghhhg!!" you stomped over to him, pulling your hair up in a banana clip while making your way over, tapping his shoulder once you reached him. he seemed equally as confused as you are once he spun around, especially now that you're desperatly tugging your his shirt over your head to change. with a frantic look in your eyes.

"huh? babe, babe, hey.... not that i mind... but chill out, you have a free day today" he smiles softly, letting his hand travel from where he moved his headphones to grip your hips, lightly pulling you forward and pecking your cheekbone.

"what are you on about?? i have lecture today, and i'm already late, can you drive me. please? oh my god im so sorry i woke up late, oh fuck i hope i turned in my lit review last night... was it due... fuck i have to do my quiz today too, i'll get off work too late though..." you muttered under your breath in between gasps and cringes as you go back to trying to slip on your socks and shoes.

"relax, h-hey, y/n, darling, stop... i called your professors and boss last night, you need to rest. and you're going to. i'll help you do something if it's due tonight but the next two days will be spent here... with me!" he coos, a contrast from the smirk falling on his lips as you slow down your movements from where you were perched on the hardwood floor. yuta towering over your figure.

he sinks down on the ground with you, letting the wire from his headphones rest on his neck, the buds clinking subtly, as he moves to smooth his hand over your bare thigh in an effort to ground you.

"yu, what are you talking about, i- i can't, i cant. no! i-" you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes. you were freaking out. mostly because you felt bad. and you were fine, right? i mean doesn't everybody feel this tired? you couldn't have had yuta so worried that he took it upon himself to halt you in your tracks... right? you don't even work that hard...

reaching for your wrists, he pries away your hands from your puffy face "yes. yes you are y/n. you're so clearly burnt-out! im proud that you're working hard but you're disappearing in front of me babe... you just seem... so sad..." he frowns, dipping his head low to meet where your eyes stayed glued to the floor, "i can't fathom how you don't think you work hard. you do. and you do so much. i hate it when you say its what you have to do. that you're just doing what everyone else does and that you feel you don't have a right to feel drained. you could've given up a long time ago but you haven't. why are you so hard on yourself? hmph? please don't treat me like a stranger, i want you to be able to be transparent with me. i don't judge and you know that, especially not when it comes to you. so please just forget about everything for a while. i know it's only two days but i want you to relax yes," he ends his monologue with a breathy chuckle. " and ugh, yes, maybe i'm selfish and i do want to be able to wake up next to you again," he says with an eye roll and a smile. you snicker, throwing your head back slightly. he watches you in awe.

"there's that pretty laugh" he whispers, catching your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, as you lower your head back down and uses them to angle you head to look up at him from where he pulled you onto his lap on the floor. you hadn't even noticed how close you both had gotten during his confession. but you didn't mind.

he catches your lips with his as you part them, the beginnings of a response to his words are swallowed up by his mouth as he kisses you like he hasn't seen you in months. you pull away softly, he chases your mouth, leaving two or three more soft pecks on your cupids bow before burying his face in the sliver of you neck revealed from how the collar of his old, worn, shirt lays against your shoulders.

he knows you're thankful by the way he can feel your heart beating out of your chest. the hands still holding your wrists can feel the way your pulse changed when he kissed you, and how it never slowed down, even after he stopped. he doesn't need to hear you say it.

the butter that was once melting on the stove was now long forgotten, the crackles from the gas stove and the rattling of you tiny cat's collar bell created background noise.

yuta lifted his head up from the junction in your neck, smiling drowsily, as if he had drank two bottle of soju. his long hair made purchase over his eyes he laughed giddily though his nostrils.

he stood up pulling you with him. turning off the stove and dragging you back towards your shared room. the mess you had left on the kitchen floor remained untouched. stack of pancakes yuta had made were left sitting on a hello kitty plate situated on the kitchen counter. your shared black kitten followed behind your guys' feet. stretching along the edge of the bed yuta sits you on to remove the shoes you so desperately were trying to shove on. kneeled down in front of you, he kisses your shin, grinning up at you. locking his hands around your ankles, he shifts your legs to lay under the dark velvet comforter he bought.

a comfortable silence filled the room as he shuffles next to you, pressing his face up against your chest and inhaling. pulling his face up with both of your palms on his cheeks, you look at him with a soft smile and eyes glossed over.

"i love you, thank you, you have no idea, you're kind of a genius... very sneaky, it was kinda freaky," you say lowly as you both stifle laugher over the small joke you released.

"i know, i know... i love you most"

i didn't take long after this exchange for you to lull back into slumber. even in your sleep he felt your hands instinctively wrap themselves around his neck, raking lightly through the long hairs near the base of his spine. the legs he'd slung against your hips are used to pull you impossibly closer to his front. he takes his as an opportunity to crane his neck to look up at you. hair sprawled all over the satin pillowcases. a the look of comfort and peace he hasn't seen in ages.

oh yeah, he's a genius.

closing note: omg some of the stuff i wrote reminds me of my other fic :") so apologies if it seems similar LOL also??? no one writes for yuta its insane. anyways i hope this brings somone comfort or enjoyment even if it wasnt requested! i usually dont do closing notes but the top of the post was getting so cluttered TT

[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Beautiful Bloodshed

Otis Driftwood x Transmasc! Reader. (18+)

Chapter Two

(Chapter One below)

Same summary and warnings apply here. Please enjoy this absolute shit show of a book.

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(Chapter two starts two weeks after Chapter One, Baby and Y/N have been hanging out almost every day.)

Y/N's shitbox truck pulled up infront of the now somewhat familliar Firefly house, idling for a few seconds before finally turning off. Y/N got out and excitedly ran up to the door where Baby met them, equally as excited as they were.

"Y/N! I've got something really fun for us to do today!" Baby squealed excitedly, her blonde curls bouncing as she jumped around, looking like she drank several redbulls before coming down to greet them.

Y/N giggled at their friends giddiness. "Oh lord, what crazy plan do you have cooked up for today?" Baby's plans ranged anywhere from laying around her room and listening to music while they painted eachother's nails, to going out and luring unsuspecting men back to the house for Mama Firefly.

Baby grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the house like she always did, but this time she pulled much harder, dragging them to her bedroom, giggling and laughing the whole way. She stopped outside her door, turning to them with a crazed grin on her face.

"Okay, get ready, because this is going to be wicked cool!!" She put her hand on the door handle, turning it and counting to three before swinging the door open so hard it hit the wall with a loud 'BANG'. "Ta Da!!" She yelled as Y/N peered into the room. A brunette girl sat on a chair in the middle of the room, bound and gagged, looking terrified. "I thought you and I could turn her into a living doll today!" Baby giggled, pulling them into her room.

They spent about three hours dressing up the girl, doing her hair, and putting makeup on her. Baby seemed quite pleased with the work the two had done, looking over it with a proud smile.

"She looks great! But I'm hungry now, wanna go make lunch with me?" She asked as she walked out the door. Y/N nodded and followed her, walking out out into the hall, stopping, when they see that Otis's door is open. He could see some of the art Otis had drawn on the wall around the tv, mostly a bunch of small doodles around some bigger, more detailed drawings. He was really good at what he did, and they had to admit they really did love the art of his they were able to see. Baby noticed they weren't following her anymore and went looking for them, finding them standing in the hall infront of Otis's door, staring into the room in awe.

"Hey, whatcha lookin' at?" She asked curiously as she approached them. Y/N jumped and looked at her, trying to think up an excuse but coming up with nothing.

"O-Oh! Uh, nothing! Just got lost in my head..." they lied, but Baby wasn't fooled. "Yeah, sure, whatcha lookin' in Otis's room for?" She asked, playfully nudging them, attempting to relax them a bit. Y/N let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, okay... no matter how many times I see the art on the walls in his room, it's always so... amazin', I've actually been meaning to ask you about it." They clear their throat. "You know anything about any of his art?"

Baby crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "why don't you just ask him, man? I'm sure he'll tell ya if you ask." The thought of talking to Otis made them nervous, not because they were scared of him, no, it's because they didn't want to bother him while he was busy (and they probably wouldn't understand the philosophical answers Otis has been known to give, and has given them many times in the past when they asked a question.) "N-No, it's fine! I'll ask some other time." He shook his head quickly, attempting to walk past Baby, but she caught him and guided him into Otis's room. "Otis! You got a sec?" She called out. Otis looked up from his book, about to say something rude or snarky in response, but stopped himself when he realized Y/N was there. "Depends, what for?" He asked, setting his book down on the bed beside him. Baby grins, gently pushing Y/N toward Otis. "They wanna know about your art, can you tell him about it?"

Hearing this actually shocked Otis. Y/N wanted to know about his art? Well shit, he'll tell them anything they wanna know!

He clumsily got off his bed, excited to finally spend more time with Y/N.

Otis mentally cussed himself out, he wasn't supposed to feel that way toward ANYONE, let alone someone of the same gender... but he couldn't help himself. The few times they hung out together (mostly drinking and talking shit about people) he'd feel his heart flutter when they laughed at one of his stupid jokes, and he'd get the feeling of butterflies in his stomach every time they looked at him with those damn doe-ish eyes or gave him even just a slight smile. Jesus, he felt like a teenage girl getting her first highschool crush and he hated it.

Baby left the room, happily leaving the two alone. Otis wasted no time in beginning to explain each piece to Y/N, getting less and less philosophical when he realized they didn't quite understand it as well as he did himself. Actually, he began to ever so slightly touch on the emotional side of it, allowing himself this one instance of vulnerability. Y/N listened intently, finding each piece and the meaning behind it extremely interesting. Otis found himself smiling as he answered Y/N's questions, feeling those same feelings he felt when he first saw them.

Shit, it's just gunna get worse....

Since Y/N was so interested in his art Otis decided to test just how far he could go before his art grossed them out or scared them. He first asked if they wanted to see some of his other art, and after they said yes (maybe a bit too excited) he pulled a few of the smaller bone sculptures from behind the curtain that hid the more grotesque pieces he'd done. He showed them one of the sculptures, one that was made to look like a bouquet of flowers, it was morbidly beautiful. Y/N let out a soft gasp, their jaw dropping in absolute awe.

"Holy shit, it's gorgeous! How the fuck...." the words left their mouth quicker than they could stop it, gushing over the tiny bone flowers.

Y/N's reaction made Otis's smile bigger. Someone loved his art, truely loved it, saw the beauty and emotion behind each piece....

There was no escaping it, Otis's feelings for Y/N were already too strong.

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End of Chapter 2.

Hope everyone enjoyed this shit! Chapter 3 coming soon. :)

[technicolorfamiliar]

Technicolor Familiar Watches Too Many Conrad Veidt Movies Part 5 of ?

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Contraband (Blackout), 1940 Dir. Michael Powell ⭐4/5 Watched Dec 18, Archive.org Uncle Erik: Your Captain, he is a beautiful man! From the first moment, I loved him! Me: Hard same. So much fun. By far my favorite of the Connie Spy Thrillers I've seen so far. Valerie Hobson is so slick, and the rest of the ensemble is pretty good for a change, especially the guys at the Danish restaurant. The bondage scene (not really, but... yeah, it is) lives up to the hype. The screenwriters really went off on this one, didn't they? I mean, this movie gave us Conrad Very-Serious-Actor Veidt whispering lovely things in the dark like "good girl" and "do you trust me?" The scene with the music box in the pocket watch? Too much, can't handle it. Connie's dry humor is a delight and all the sexy, flirtatious fun he's having in this role is like a precious balm for my tortured soul.

Above Suspicion, 1943 Dir. Richard Thorpe ⭐3/5 Watched Jan 3, Vudu Oh, filmmakers. Bless you for having Fred MacMurray get strangled in greeting by Conrad Veidt. A great film it is not, but it's definitely cute. And while it's a semi-tough watch as Connie's last film, I'm so glad it was this one where he's clearly having a ball -- whether on the dance floor (does Hassert always go out in the middle of the day to tango with mature, voluptuous women?), getting stepped on by Joan Crawford, sticking his fingers in bowls of cake batter, or climbing down trellises with his knees all out in the wind. He's very obviously living his best life and I love that for him. The movie is riddled with very silly, eyeroll-worthy one-liners, but the plot is enjoyable. Joan Crawford looks like she's having a good time too, and Fred MacMurray is pretty tolerable. I haven't seen Basil Rathbone in a lot of other movies, but I wish he got to be nastier and that he and Connie got to have some scenes together. Connie's physicality is so subtly funny, I really wish he had gotten to do more intentionally comedic films/roles.

Lucrezia Borgia, 1922 Dir. Richard Oswald ⭐3/5 Watched Jan 10, Archive.org I've been trying to watch at least one silent every once in a while. And while I have to lodge my typical complaint of these older films being a bit too long, this film is clearly a feat of production for the year it was made. The huge, open sets and beautiful costume details were incredible. As always, Connie 100% steals the show. He's delightfully wicked and nasty, slimy and pathetic. I wish he had better scene partners to receive and react to his intense performance as Cesare Borgia. But it's ok, it's like a Game of Thrones episode without the dragons or misogynist nudity.

Nazi Agent, 1942 Dir. Jules Dassin ⭐4/5 Watched Jan 14, Youtube I admit I chose to watch this one because I was charmed by the idea of Double Connies. But not even five minutes in and Otto had won my heart. I didn’t know anything about the movie itself going in, but was completely prepared for it to be cringey and mediocre. So I was pleasantly surprised that it was actually decent. Maybe I'm rating this one higher than it really deserves, but really those four stars all belong to Connie's performance/s. Daggers in my heart. So many moments in this little movie affected me more than I expected: Otto's line to Richten about being only one of however many million citizens willing to rise up against fascism; his look toward the Statue of Liberty at the end; the little glittering tears in his eyes when Fritz says, "We do what we're told because we must…"; his gentleness and deeply tragic sense of loss that permeates the film. And, perhaps most of all, how cute he was with his pet canary. Cue the waterworks. I have so many more thoughts about this and about his time in Hollywood in the 40s in general, but I'll save that for another time.

Kreuzzug des Weibes, 1926 Dir. Martin Berger ⭐3.5/5 Watched Jan 20, Snowgrouse's masterpost This movie was made nearly 100 years ago and we're still having the same conversations about reproductive rights today, especially now in the US after Roe v Wade was overturned in 2022. It's pretty disturbing how much of the script could be lifted from a dozen different arguments between contemporary conservative lawmakers and the people trying to better advocate for and provide safe reproductive healthcare. It's a pretty bare bones film, the story and performances clearly more important, appropriately so, than cinematic bells and whistles. Thought it was an interesting choice to have the lawyer's office so stately and huge, like the patriarchal systems he's operating in -- overbearing, empty and impersonal. The movie does feel like a public service announcement (which I guess it was), but that didn't really bother me. What bothered me was the ending, because OF COURSE the woman has to comfort the man even though she's the one who went through a major trauma. But the way Connie's character broke after the doctor told him what happened to his fiancée? I've never seen anything like that. He went fully offline. His whole nervous system got unplugged and rewired. P.S.: The extra half star in my rating is for all the monocle twirling.

[pumpkinpie59]

What musicals the 2012 cast would love most

This was in part inspired by @fabuloustrash05 ‘s post about her Renet headcanons, where she mentioned that Renet likes historical musicals. You can find it here.

Anyway, since I am a theatre performer myself, I decided to associate some musicals with the rest of the TMNT cast. Enjoy ^^

Leonardo

“When I drive

When I drive

I'm in love, I'm alive

And I forget about everything I hate

When I drive

When I drive

I can read 65

I won't pay the long, long line

They'll always be behind

And man that just feels great”

If you were to ask him, he’d claim his favorite is Singin’ in the Rain (which I’ve been in btw). It’s funny and a total blast to watch (though ... the movie is better than the stage show). But in reality, his favorite is Bonnie and Clyde. You cannot convince me otherwise.

Raphael

“Always you, every thought I'll ever know

Everywhere I go, you'll be

All the world is only

You and me!”

Like Leo, he also doesn’t tell the truth about his favorite musical. He claims his favorite is Phantom of the Opera. An easy choice, and everyone believes him because it’s just as dramatic as he is lmao. But his favorite is West Side Story. I mean, c’mon, it has gangs, violence, and at its core has a mushy love story. He will not admit he likes it as much as he does.

Donatello

“If only you could know

The things I long to say

If only I could tell you

What I wish I could convey

It's in my every glance

My heart's an open book

You'd see it all at once

If only you would look”

He seems like a Disney fan. You’d think I would’ve chosen Beauty and the Beast, but nah. The Little Mermaid fits him better (I’ve also been in this show). He’s so insecure about not being human, and he’s also from a big family with an overprotective father, so I think he’d relate to Ariel a lot. Plus she’s a redhead so there’s that lol. Maybe a bit on the nose, but I don’t care.

Michelangelo

“We're a notorious couple of cats

As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians

Tight-rope walkers and acrobats”

Yeah, he’s a Cats fan. I think he’d love how artistic and chaotic it is. His brothers probably hate it, which only makes him like it more lmao. He hated the movie.

April

“You can build me up, you can tear me down

You can try but I'm unbreakable

You can do your best, but I'll stand the test

You'll find that I'm unshakeable”

I kinda see April as the kinda girl to like the most popular musicals rather than obscure musicals, and I also wanted to choose one that was about strong women. I considered Wicked and Legally Blonde, but Six seemed most appropriate. Also, she’s my queen, so why not choose the one about queens pfft

Casey

“Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun

I'm one highfalutin' sonuva gun!

Don't ask me how

Fortune found me, fate just crowned me

Now I'm King of New York!”

Casey’s favorite is Newsies. It just seems so freaking obvious. Plus, the love interest is a journalist, so do with that what you will.

Karai

“Home, Love, Family.

There was once a time

I must have had them, too.

Home, Love, Family,

I will never be complete

Until I find you...”

Like Leo and Raph, she also lies about her fav musical. She says it’s Little Shop of Horrors, and she does like it. The Dentist song cracks her up. But her favorite is Anastasia because it hits close to home. See lyrics above. She also lost her real family at a young age, and didn’t know the truth until she was 16. (Also, Anya is my dream role. I got to see the show on tour!)

Shinigami

“Gotta haunt till it hurts

Through the night

And give those guys the fright of their lives”

Shinigami gives me Beetlejuice vibes. I don’t know what else to say about it.

Mona Lisa

“Tranquil as a forest

But on fire within

Once you find your center

You are sure to win”

It’s my headcanon that Mona loves movies once Raph introduces her to them, so I think she’d like movie musicals more than stage musicals. Her favorite is Mulan. As a soldier herself, she respects how the film takes war seriously while still having uplifting and even funny moments throughout.

BONUS:

Lotus Blossom (my 2012 version)

“A new dream

I have one i know that very few dream

I would like to see that over-due dream

Even though it never may come true”

Jekyll and Hyde is a musical about murder, the duality of man, and tragic romance, all things that appeal to Lotus Blossom, an assassin with difficult experiences in romance. (Jekyll and Hyde was my favorite musical back when I first got into TMNT, too! Still is a favorite.)

[the-fiction-witch]

Witchs Wand P5

The door opened to a small room with wooden panelled cream walls, a dusty light wood floor, tall square windows with sweet white sheet curtains blowing them across the room, a small wooden bed with floral covers across it, a wardrobe, vanity, mirror and a sewing bow open on the chamise, Books littered the table. I walked through hearing the floor creak under me.

well, this is a tone shift in the room aesthetic, I turned and saw the door had closed behind me so I set the wand back in my pocket and looked around for the sign of someone. I went to the window to see the sun, but it was different. Not hot and merciless like port victory it was low and lacking, nothing like the heat in the air so much I felt cold. I looked out to see fields of green with sweet yellow and purple flowers, and a small cherry tree blooming with pink petals and blue butterflies.

"I... don't think I'm in Port Victory anymore..." I muttered, 

and at that moment I heard the sound of music, the sound of a violin. 

I looked out the window to try and find the source of the sound, and I saw him. 

JACK! 

Sat under the tree.

I bolted out of the room and through this old wooden house until I found an open door so I rushed out and through the grass and flowers approaching the tree with a wide happy smile.

He sat under the tree in a pair of laced-up black boots, a pair of plum trousers with a gold seam down each side, a cream shirt surprisingly well-fitting and clean with tighter sleeves than I had ever seen him in, a matching hand-embroidered plum and gold waistcoat and a gold tie around his neck, his white jacket on the grass beside him, his hair a little darker and flatter then last I saw him, perhaps he had a wash or something? and these clothes were far fancier than I was used to Jack wearing, to his neck a violin that he plucked and plaid with his eyes watching the breeze flutter the flowers. He briefly stopped his playing as a pink blossom landed on his nose causing him to blow it away a little annoyed. 

"I didn't know you plaid," I smiled, 

He glanced up and shot me a wicked smile, "Very funny," He smirked, "You look lovely," He said setting his violin down and getting to his feet wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me closer, "Let me look at you," he cooed making me so a twirl, "Ummm absolutely gorgeous," He said as he pulled me into a passionate kiss, I happily kissed back blushing hard as we kissed until he pulled back and stroked my cheek, "Umm my sweet little flower,"

"F-flower? You've never called me that before."

"I call you that every day," He chuckled, "I do love this new dress my little flower, it looks amazing,"

"New? I've had this dress for years,"

"Ohh? Why have I never seen it then?"

"You always see it,"

"No I don't, trust me if I saw you in this dress before, I'd have remembered," he smirked, "Humm I'm not used to you being in something so snug and sculpted, ummm Come here," he smirked pulling me back into a kiss, I giggled and happily kissed him back till he pulled away again.

"Ohhh Jack..." I cooed, 

"J-Jack? Who's jack!" He complained, 

"What? you are silly,"

"What the hell who's Jack!"

"What are you talking about? You keep saying these things what's going on with you Jack,"

"what's going on with you? What are you talking about? Who's Jack!"

"You are."

"No, I'm not."

"Well then who the hell are you?"

"Samuel!"

"What?"

"Samuel. It's me, Samuel."

"Samuel? What do you mean Samuel?" 

"it's samuel, you know it's me, little flower." he said sadly stroking my cheek, "Ohh my poor little flower, did you hit your head in the bath this morning? Have a weird dream? Have you eaten something strange?"

"I feel fine."

"Look I think you need to come inside and lay down, " He said, "Come on, let's lay you down in the office and if needed I'll call the doctor out for you," He said as he held me in his arms and lead me back towards the house,

"What are you talking about? Who are you? Where... where am I?" I began to cry

"Shh shh shh It's okay." he reassured stroking my hair, "It's all okay," he said as he took me into the office helped me to lay on the chamise and he put a blanket over me,

"Please... what's going on?" 

"It's okay," He reassured kneeling at my feet, "You're here in the study, in our house I'm Hampstead, everything is fine, everything is okay,"

"Hampstead? In- In England!"

"Yes, Hampstead in England,"

"I- I was in port victory!"

"Calm down, calm down. Por- port victory? where's that?"

"Port Victory, Australia."

"Australia? My little flower you've never been to Australia."

"WH- where am I?"

"shhh it's okay," he said, "I think you've bumped your head or something, I'll send for the doctor." He said trying to stand but I took his hand,

"Please... where am I?"

"You're in Hampstead, England. Inside our study in our little house Elmswood. It's Saturday April 11th 1823. I'm Samuel Brawne you remember that? Hey? and you're y/n. My little flower. my beloved wife." he explained 

"I I.... that can't be true..."

"shhh it's okay, you rest I'll get the doctor." He said kissing my forehead before he headed out the room making sure to lock me in. 

[deathcupcake]

Food & drink places we visited on our trip, September 2024.

Richmond, VA

The Answer: always a favorite of ours, love their beer and the Vietnamese food offerings. Seating was fairly normal for breweries (meaning not the most comfortable).

Raleigh, NC

Aunt Betty's Gin and Absinthe Bar: Highly recommend if you like cocktails/liquor. They have a lot of amari, and the bartender let me test some liquor that I had never tried, like Malort; she also gave me great bitters recommendations, and also made me realize how much I need Allspice Dram. Seating: comfy chairs/sofas, but lower to the ground.

Brewery Bhavana: Beer was decent but the Shanghai-style mooncakes were *chef's kiss*. The used bookstore/restaurant/brewery theme was interesting. Seating was fairly normal, not very comfortable.

Gas station in South Carolina

Oreo Coke Zero: I'd give it a 4/10

Atlanta, GA

A Mano restaurant: Highly recommend. We made reservations before our trip because they offered amaro flights, and their Italian menu looked delicious (it was). I had two flights, all amari that I have not tried previously. Seating was comfy.

Halfway Crooks Beer: A+ music, nerd rock that the husband and I loved). I wasn't as interested in the beer but the husband enjoyed them. The ambiance was great, really liked the feel, but seating was cheap/uncomfortable.

Big Softie ice cream: Well worth a side trip. Delicious with the cornflake crumble on top.

Birmingham, AL

Dreamland BBQ: The classic white bread and ribs. I ordered the Rib "sandwich" (spoiler alert: not really a sandwich) and it was very tangy. Seating was standard, not that comfortable.

Monday Night Brewing: Visited this place during a tornado watch (hurricane/tropical storm Francine came through). Very windy night. I really liked the Oktoberfest beer, had a bit of honey flavor. The food was pretty good, too (Mexican-ish). I liked that they were holding an event the night we went for women in tech. Seating was fairly normal, not very comfortable.

Hero Doughnuts: Recommend! They had apple cider donuts already! I got two, plus an apple fritter. The husband got the three filled ones. I am always on the hunt for great fruit fritters, with the right fruit/dough/crispiness/glaze ratio. Hero's fritter was pretty good, I give it 7/10. The apple cider donuts were better, though, and really tasty two days later (we took the donuts to go as we left Birmingham for Asheville). I could go on about my donut quest but I'll stop here.

Asheville, NC

Eda Rhyne Distillery: I insisted we go here once we got into Asheville, since I'm always on an amari journey. Had two flights of their spirits and purchased three: Amaro Oscura, Rustic Nocino, and Bitter Tooth. Eight tasters of hard liquor without any food other than a donut was a bit much, I haven't felt tipsy like that in so long. So we headed to

Burial Brewing Forestry Camp Taproom: for dinner (and ok, a cocktail for me). Delicious pastrami sandwich hit the spot. Seating was fairly normal, but at least not those terrible ice cream parlor-type chairs.

DSSOLVR: Seating was slightly more comfortable than the usual fare, and I liked the Emo Nightmare beer.

Wicked Weed: Final meal in Asheville was at Wicked Weed brewing. I had just one cocktail, husband had four half portions of their beer. I'd rather wax lyrical about their shrimp and grits omg it was so delicious (also too salty, but man, so delicious). Now I'm obsessed with making the grits with a roux-based gravy - I always forget how much I love grits.

(not pictured: the very Southern spread and drinks prepared by my friend when we stopped by to hang out at his house in NC - and thanks to him, I am now obsessed with peppadews).

Suffolk, VA

Decoys Restaurant: Cocktail was meh, something in it tasted spoiled to me. However, their crab and corn chowder was so delicious, I would 100% drive back there to have it again.

Sojourn Fermentory: We specifically stopped in Suffolk just to try Sojourn, because one of the owners is one of our neighbors, and owns a Taiwanese Street Food restaurant near us. I was sad they were out of their Asian Glow collab, but the beer was decent, and I liked their dark lager a lot.

Bonus items we brought back from the trip.

[jungleindierock]

Rebjukebox 2024 - No. 3

My third playlist of new music from mainly new bands and new artists, with a couple of well known acts thrown in for good luck!! But the tracks are new music from 2024. It's mixed genres of music from many different countries. Makes no difference, where the tracks appear in the playlist, they are all good.

I feel 40 is good number of tracks not too long or too short in listening time for your enjoyment. The whole playlist is only two hours and fifteen minutes long.

I used to do these just through Soundcloud, but thought i might as well add it to my Spotify also. So i will add two links to the playlist and can use which ever one you prefer.

If your a solo singer or a member of a band, then follow me on my Soundcloud page here, if i like your stuff, i will follow you back, if i don’t follow back then sorry but your not my thing. Whatever style of music is fine, i like many stlyes and will take a listen. You should always trust your own ears with music.

You can only follow 2,000 people on Soundcloud, so am limited. But if am following you there, i can see when you share new music, which means you could be added to one of these playlists or the main JIR playlist (one per month). What style of music is fine, i like many and will take a listen.

Enjoy & share, hopefully you will discover some great new bands from taking a listen, stay free, see you soon with No 4.

Ok the links for the playlist:- Soundcloud - Spotify

Reb

Tracklist

Deux Visages - February

La Amenaza Constante - Perder El Tiempo

Beatowls - All I See Is Trouble

Amie Hayes (ft. Erin Lord-Astles) - Wicked Woman

Chelsea Wolfe - House Of Self-Undoing

Parsnip - The Light

The Black Keys - I Forgot To Be Your Lover

The Lovely Eggs - My Mood Wave

Leon Bridges - Redemption Song (Bob Marley Cover)

Upbeat Lord - Love Bombs

dont get lemon - Have Some Shame

Exsonvaldes - Countdown

Beth Gibbons - Floating On A Moment

The Rolling People - I'll Be There

Mount Kimble - Fishbrain

Corella - Drifting

FEET - The Real Thing

Wotts - Petals

Nina Cobham - Imagining Things

Dogsmile - The Hunter

Thrillhouse - Still In There Somewhere

The Public Eye - The Wire

HEALER - Wake Me Up

The Hip Abduction - Mt. Olympus

Dreamer Boy - Heartbreaker

The Warning - S!CK

Drahla - Default Parody

Mylar - Scribbled Sunset

Wavey Days - Round The Bend

Tyler Ramsey - You Should come Over

Pretty Good Sofa - Dr. Mordite

The Fourth Wall - Darkness Of Heart

Parks, Squares And Alleys - Bittersweet Haze

MONA - All That It Took

Maggie Rogers - Don't Forget Me

Winoan Oak - If I Were To Die

Laura Jane Grace - Punk Rock In Basements

Anne Bennett - Second Death

YONDER - Fading Out

Bottomless Brunch - Bite Your Tongue

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨